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awrldalone · 2 years
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10th April 2022, 12.37pm
A lot to write about. I might be in love. Maybe it is because I left my hair wet every day; I traded not getting sick with being painted in red. 
Tuesday – spent the day walking around Aix en Provence, learnt about Cézanne and visited the places where he used to paint. During the free time we were given, I organized a picnic for twenty two people. I bought cheese and fruits and vegetables at the market, cheap wine (got asked for my ID for the first time with F., who would have thought). 
Wednesday – visited les Calanques, near Marseille. I woke up at six to prepare the food. Washing strawberries, peppers, carrots in the bathroom sink and drying the produce on a clean towel; cutting vegetables with a butter knife; making a salad in borrowed tupperware; leaving the cheeses outside of the window, where it was cold and the smell could be far away from my nose. 
After breakfast, every one of my classmates had to pass by my room, and F. and I gave out everything we had prepared. We also took two blankets, even though I was told not to, because how could a picnic be called so if everyone sits on the dirt? 
I find that keeping myself busy, having things to do, especially physical labor, helps. Doing things for other people, spending time preparing food, the repetitive nature of cutting vegetables; it all keeps me focused on the task, leaving little time for my mind to wander into dark, shadowy ruins.
Our picnic was great. Getting to the location was hard, we took the wrong path, we walked a lot, but the satisfaction of laying the blankets down, quickly arranging the food on them, and seeing everyone happy about lunch made all the stress disappear.
At night, I went on a tinder date. It was stupid of me, because he could have had bad intentions, and meeting strangers who could potentially kill you while on a school trip is not the brightest idea. But it was night, and the street lamps were bright enough to allow me not to be rational. 
And that is how I met him. His name is M. He’s a few days younger than me, but because of how the French education system works he is already in university, studying law but planning to change major next year and move either to Paris or Amsterdam. 
It was not love at first sight. When I was a freshman, I got in a fight with my literature teacher because I wrote an essay on how le coup de foudre does not exist. She told me that she fell in love with her husband instantly, and that I was stupid, too inexperienced to understand. 
Some might say that she was right, because I keep thinking about him, and blushing at his texts and smiling at my phone whenever he sends me anything, but it was not love at first sight. I was worried, honestly, but he was very nice to me, bringing me to a bar and making me taste some reddish-pink beer. And we talked and talked and talked in a mixture of French and English. He was surprised that I understood the meaning of the word chronophage. 
At one point, he got up to go to the toilet, and a pigeon pooped on his head. It was funny, but I suffocated my laugh because I did not know him well and I feared coming across as malicious. That gave us an excuse to go to his apartment.
It was just a room, and a tiny bedroom, and a tiny bathroom, with a desk covered in homework, a cozy sofa, and a clean kitchen. It was warm, but I kept my jacket on.
When he came out of the bathroom, his dark hair wet, that is when I truly felt something.
Thursday – at night, we saw each other again. I had dinner at a vegetarian restaurant with some friends. My sister called me in tears because my parents were fighting. I called my parents and scolded them as if I was older than them, telling them to be ashamed of themselves. They should be. Their daughter cries at night fearing that they will break up, their son, me, hopes they will divorce, because I know that they are not good for each other. 
He made everything better. 
He was studying when I got to his apartment, way too late. He was wearing pajama pants and a tank top. I felt my face turning red, because there was something about him. 
It was not one thing; it was not that his arms looked nice, or that his hair was curlier than the day before, or that his smile was bright - and that later I would see it turn all shades of sarcasm - or that he looked so relaxed and at ease. Maybe it was all of these things combined.
He said we had two options for the night: clubbing, or bowling - we ended up staying home, on his sofa, talking and talking and talking, without a second of silence. Our conversation is burnt in my head, I could repeat his words precisely, the way he teased me, the way he said he finds my grammar mistakes in french cute, his political opinions, his aspirations. I might be in love. 
He had two exams the following day, so at two thirty I forced myself to leave. It was already late, and I knew he needed sleep. Yet, I could have stayed there all night. I was tired after dinner, he woke me up. He was sparkly. 
I did not know that the next day he would complain because I could have stayed the night. I guess one of us has to be the responsible one, and I guess I am, because had I stayed the night I doubt we would have slept for a minute. 
We thought it would be our goodbye, at least for a while, and I told him to come visit, and he told me I’ll always be welcome, that he will make space for me in his bed when I come back.
Friday – last day in Aix. He was at the library, studying, and decided to come meet me. It was brief, but it meant a lot to me to see him - wet hair, again; it’s as if he knows it made me feel things the first time.
I asked him for book recommendations, and he just decided to gift me a book of his. So I got a book for him too, I wrote my name on it and the date, so that he remembers - and he did the same, without me knowing. 
We texted all day. I spent ten hours in a bus to get back to Venice, and he was there there there there. I kept waiting for his texts, I kept talking to him, he showed me what he had for lunch and kept me updated on his exams. 
I discovered he had bought strawberries and fresh cream for the night before, but that he had forgotten about it. It made me almost cry, because such kind actions are rare.
Yesterday we texted all day too, and we called for nearly two hours. We talk a lot, apparently. I want to go back to his place. I think I might be in love.
It is the first time I feel this way for someone in front of them. 
I think I might be in love.
-c.
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Bananas. Christopher Citro
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enhais · 3 years
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hi!! could you do a yandere enhypen where they stalk the reader?
thank you so much!
yandere!enhypen stalks the reader
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pairing: yandere!enhypen x gn!reader
genre: yandere
a/n: im making this as a reaction if that’s fine with you!
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jungwon
you were walking home from work, as usual, with headphones blasting the recent hits and jungwon walked behind you from a distance, just like he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks.
you never suspected anything and it didn’t feel weird. whenever you looked behind you there was either a guy with sweet, handsome features or no one. you never thought twice about it since you lived in a fairly crowded area. sure, the recent news was about attempted murders and kidnappings and you were told to not be outside during a certain hour, but it felt safe walking home. the same thing you’ve done for years. why would it be different now?
jungwon quickened his pace as he wanted to get a closer look at you. he’d only been able to zoom in on the pictures taken on his phone, but the times you were in front of him were so much better.
“i must have you. we belong together, i can feel it. i’ve felt it since the first time we met at the café.” he sighed and stopped himself, not wanting to be caught just yet and letting you walk up to your apartment.
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heeseung
the two of you had been friends for a very long time. it all started in second grade when he came to school without fruits in his lunchbox (he always had fruits with him instead of candy or other snacks). he began to cry and you, being the sweet hero that you were, handed him some apple slices and grapes, “there you go. now please stop crying, it’s a bit annoying.”
ever since then, he told you he’d make it up to you. and he did. several times. but the one thing never leaving his mind was that he had to marry you, no matter what or who stood in his way.
recently, you’ve been hanging out with his friend jake a bit more often. you didn’t want heeseung to be mad at either of you, so you just told him that you were hanging out with a friend. he didn’t believe you and that’s why he followed your every move after school.
it’s been like this for a few weeks and even though you’ve seen him a couple of times, you haven’t brought it up, thinking he was just there coincidentally. but oh boy how wrong you were.
“jake doesn’t have a chance against me, everyone knows that. im her number one priority as she is mine and i will be the one to get her heart.” he muttered for himself while slurping the smoothie he ordered to stay looking after you.
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jay
you were working with enhypen as their stylist, making sure everything was right for the next comeback. jay had known you since trainee days when you took your first steps as a stylist and was excited that you were gonna work with them now. you were still learning things about the industry, but your colleagues had an open mind thinking that they needed someone younger’s thoughts.
just like you, jay had grown up so much since the last time you saw each other. he, of course, never forgot you and had been stalking your social media accounts at least once a week. you never knew that though, and he wasn’t planning on telling you.
stalking on the internet soon came to be stalking in real life. he always kept an eye open on your schedule, planning to “bump into you” by accident and hoping that you were gonna visit them for measurements even though everything was mostly finished.
“oh, hi y/n! what are you up to?” he put his hand on your shoulder and held it there for a moment before letting go, “i have a meeting about the concept in a few, how about you?” you returned the question, not wanting to sound impolite, “just the usual… training.” he smiled and you nodded as you walked off to the meeting, “i’ll see you later, jay.”
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jake
you’d never met him in your life, but something told you you’d seen him before.
you were working the late-night shift at the restaurant and were quick to take the orders. you didn’t really care about the guests, just having one goal in mind and that was to go home and sleep.
a guy came in, looking like the lead in a drama, and sat down by the bar. you were immediately caught up in his handsome features, from the way his eyes shone in the dimmed light to his bright smile. “what would you like today, sir?” you asked as you got ready with the notepad. he looked directly into your eyes with that sweet smile, “you.” you burst out laughing, “oh yeah? that was funny.” it took a second before you collected yourself and the guy still didn’t take his eyes off you, “i can recommend the burger and the steak, but if you want more vegetables, i’d recommend the salad.” you explained.
jake ordered the steak and picked up his phone after you left, wanting to take some pictures of the place. of you.
later that night, when he received the tab, he wrote down your name in his phone and wrote you a cute little note on a napkin, “loved the conversation, might have to steal you from work someday.” and added his phone number, hoping you would call.
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sunghoon
you were at the ice rink to support a friend and give them some assistance. sunghoon immediately made his way over to you who was standing by the side all alone.
cold air whooshed against your face, making your cheeks a bit more red, “hi, who are you? i haven’t seen you here before.” his smile was sweet, “im here with a friend.” he hummed, “well, if you want to hang out later, i can make some time.” you blushed and gave out a nervous chuckle, “mhm, we’ll see.”
the two of you exchanged numbers and have spent a lot of time together since then. what you didn’t know, however, was that sunghoon had pressured your friend to bring you to the ice rink that day… he had seen you around town before and did his research. you were more difficult to find, so he went for a different approach: kidnap your friend and threaten them to help him get you.
“you’re friends with y/n, right? i want you to get them to the ice rink.” they nodded hastily, trying to respond, but his hand was covering their mouth, “i know the two of us have talked before, i know you usually hang out there, so just do me a favor and get them there.”
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sunoo
working at a busy café in the middle of seoul made you see thousands of people every day. sunoo, however, only wanted to see you.
he came in at least once every day to order coffee and have small talk. when he came in your colleagues immediately gave you a heads up, “the sweet sunoo is here again, miss girl.” they laughed and you walked out the storage room with a bright smile, “thanks guys.” sunoo took off his sunglasses to get a better look at you, “hi sunoo.” you greeted as you re-tied the apron, “do you want the usual? or maybe try something different?” he smiled, “the usual, thank you.”
his gaze never left your face and you’d gotten quite used to it. still, what made you a little worried was his lockscreen. you swore it was a picture of you taken from afar. you didn’t dare to question though, thinking it would start something you didn’t want to experience. but, what you didn’t know was that he’d been stalking you for the past couple of months. not only grabbing coffee and having small talk but following you to your home, getting to know your daily routines and who you hung out with as well.
“if you want to visit the company, you know where it is. just call me and i’ll take you on a tour.” he laughed and gave you a napkin with his number on it. you looked at it for a minute before locking eyes again, “thank you.”
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niki
as a trainee at belift there are a lot of things to do. practice singing, practice dancing, study for the upcoming tests in school, and so on and so forth. you’d been at belift for about a year and recently gained a lot of attention from the producers as your monthly evaluation really stood out from everyone else.
but it’s not only the producers who are interested. niki from enhypen has been keeping an eye on you from the day you arrived, wanting you in his life one way or another.
you’d just finished dance practice and were on your way to fill up your water bottle as you bumped into him. “oh, hi y/n. you good?” with a black cap and oversized black hoodie, you barely recognized him, “niki?” he nodded with a short laugh, “oh, im good.” you began, “i just finished practicing.” you motioned to your bottle, still waiting to be filled with water, “mm, alright. we’ll talk later, yeah? i have a meeting.” he explained and gave you a wave goodbye.
you thought he was just like any other guy at the company: hardworking, sweet, and motivated, and you were right, but he was hardworking, sweet, and motivated for you as well. taking every chance to talk to you, touch you, making you want to be with him. but that would take some time for you to figure out, he made sure of that.
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sgtjbbhasmyheart · 3 years
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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Four
Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2960
Warnings: Itsy bitsy amount of angst, bad language words, mentions of phone sex and masturbation
A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics
DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission
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“James?”
You held your breath after you uttered the name into the phone’s speaker. Your heart galloped at the thought of actually speaking to him. You’d be lying if you had said you hadn’t imagined how his voice sounded. You pictured something deep and raspy but drawled and sweet.
In the last five days, you’d imagined many things about James. Not just the sound of his voice, but his laugh, too. Rich and soothing. And of his scent- distinctly his own or a fresh, citrusy cologne of bergamot and tangerines. You imagined his rough, calloused hands sliding over your skin in slow motion.
And how he kissed. You daydreamed about that, too. Often. You couldn’t count how many times you’d stared at his sorry excuse for a selfie. You found yourself drawn to it daily. It was only part of his face, but what you could see was ruggedly handsome. His lips looked soft and delectable. You pictured yourself nibbling on his bottom lip, deepening its color to blush pink.
A sharp sigh escaped through your nose as you waited for his reply. Maybe he hadn’t heard you the first time? “James?” you asked again. “Hello?”
No response.
You pulled the phone away from your ear to make sure you were still connected. The call-time counter ticked ominously second by second on the screen. You tucked the device back under your hair to find the call was still active.
Did he get cold feet and change his mind last minute? He hadn’t hung up yet, so you weren’t exactly sure why he was waiting. Maybe he was tongue-tied? Or hadn’t expected you to pick up?
“Did you butt-dial me, James?” you laughed, trying to dispel some of your anxiety.
You heard a muffled “ shit” and two beeps. You glanced at the phone’s screen again, and call ended flashed in bold white.
Ignoring the hang-up, you immediately re-dialed James. The line rang and rang. And rang.
You weren’t confident you were going to speak with James, the longer the rings continued. He wasn’t ready to talk to you yet, and that was okay. It had only been five days.
Five days wasn’t long enough to build a bond over stupid Would You Rather? questions or form a simmering crush on a stranger that made your stomach flip whenever he sent you a funny cat meme. Nope. Five days was much too short of time for anything.
A generic voicemail greeting clicked over and rudely beeped at you. You took a deep breath and quickly thought of a reason to be calling someone who didn’t want to talk. “Hey, James. Just calling you back. It’s (Y/N), by the way. I’m not sure if you meant to call the first time or if sneaky ninjas have accosted you and somehow did a crazy pocket dial. Y’know, because of the whole military-trained assassin athlete mchottie thing. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. And no pressure! If you’re not comfortable talking on the phone, I completely understand. I’m sweating bullets just talking to your voicemail box.” You chuckled nervously. You were starting to babble.
“Anyway,” you continued. “I hope you’re well. And don’t leave me hangin’. I really wanna know if you’d rather sneeze every hour or burp when you saw a pretty girl.” You laughed again. “Goodbye, James.”
You mashed the end call button and face-planted into one of the throw pillows on your couch. You groaned loudly into the fabric, chastising yourself in your head. If he didn’t want to talk before, he most definitely wouldn’t want to now. You shook your head in disbelief. Sneaky ninjas, seriously? What. The. Fuck?
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Hours later, while in the middle of a Say Yes to the Dress marathon (dammit Robyn!) and a self-induced diabetic coma of ice cream and chips, your phone vibrated. You swat at it on the coffee table with a foot, only to realize you lack the limberness or the dexterity in your toes to retrieve the phone. As a result, it tumbled to the ground as you groaned in displeasure. Cursing your luck, you bent forward to pick it up. Awakening the phone’s black screen, a text popped into view.
James Sorry
Your heart lurched for a moment. With every second that had passed since you’d left your voicemail for James, the least likely you’d felt he’d call back or even respond. Hence the pity party with Ben & Jerry and Cool Ranch Doritos.
James My so-called “friends” grabbed my phone from me and led to accidentally calling you.
Ahh, the old “invade-your-friend’s-privacy” maneuver, you thought, shaking your head.
James I didn’t want to hang up on you, but I’m not quite ready to talk yet. I like what we have.
Your heart flopped. You liked what you had, too, but a small part of you- a dumb part- wanted just a little more.
Shaking off the feeling of longing churning your insides, you thumbed over the screen to reply.
You No worries, James. We can go at whatever speed you like.
It was weird to have the guy, for once, want to take things slow. Usually, it was always you pumping the brakes in the relationship. Was this even a relationship, though? Were all the texting and personal questions leading somewhere? Or were you bound to end up friends with an interesting story to tell your other friends?
Not allowing your negative thoughts to curtail the joy of finally texting James again, you quickly punched out:
You I’m just glad you’re okay and not being held for ransom somewhere.
James It would take a whole horde of ninjas to take me down.
You giggled at the confidence contained in this one text, but talking to a girl on the phone threw him for a loop. We are definitely back in junior high, you thought.
You You sound awfully confident for a man who wouldn’t talk to a friend on the phone.
James You don’t want to talk to me.
You pinched your eyebrows together in frustration to form a crease between them. Was he serious?
You Sure, I do. I have a bet going with myself on how your voice sounds. Is it deep and masculine or high-pitched like you sucked in helium?
James Which are you betting on?
You pulled your bottom lip in by your teeth, biting softly. You smirked as you thought of the two options. The former would be nice, but the latter would be pretty damn funny.
You I mean, deep and masculine is very desirable. Listening to the low timbre of a man’s voice is very relaxing for me. But, considering the ridiculous “selfie” you sent me, I’m placing my money on high-pitched.
James What was wrong with my selfie?!
Somehow, you knew that would get him worked up.
You Well, for starters: I can only see, like, part of your face! Did a blind person teach you how to take them??
You And secondly, there clearly wasn’t enough “Blue Steel.” With cheekbones and pouty lips like yours and a chiseled jaw, I’d be blue-steeling the shit out of all my selfies!
A wave of remorse washed over you once you hit send. Had you really compared him to Zoolander? Not only had you objectified him by mentioning how aesthetically pleasing he was (let’s face it- he’s really, really, really ridiculously good looking), but you may have criticized him for his terrible selfie abilities. At that moment, as you waited for the inevitable “fuck off” text to come through, you wished for a giant sinkhole to appear under your apartment and swallow you whole. What were you thinking?
James First off, I’m a selfie amateur. My past line of work limited my contact and/or exposure to the outside world. I didn’t learn what a selfie even was until recently. Remember, I’m also a man of mystery. I’m trying to keep up appearances and can’t reveal too much.
James What is “Blue Steel”? I’m not very pop-culture savvy unless it happened before 1944.
James Did you just call me pretty??
Your cheeks flushed with the heat of a thousand suns. He called you out as you expected him to do.
You Uh...
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You Are we gonna talk about the fact you said you didn’t know about pop culture after 1944?? You are a grandpa!
James Nice try with the subject change! Admit it- you think I’m pretty.
You rolled your eyes. Of course, that would be the thing he focused on out of the whole conversation.
You I have no idea what you’re talking about.
If all else fails--deny, deny, deny.
James Right. Sure about that, doll?
Your pulse spiked.
You never did like pet names before you met James, but doll had a goo-ing effect on you for some reason. Everything seemed to turn to mush whenever he mentioned the word.
You Absolutely. I have no reason to believe that if you weren’t a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie, you’d be a male model. None what-so-ever.
James Uh-huh. I’m going to pretend that you aren’t lying through your teeth and getting back to our scintillating game of Would You Rather?
James I’d burp every time I saw a pretty dame, by the way. I wouldn’t want to take my chances with sneezing in my sleep. Would you rather eat only fruits or vegetables for one year?
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Several nights after the voicemail incident, you were sitting in Penelope with Robyn after work. She wanted to meet up to decide which centerpieces worked best for the reception. Scattered across the table were three samples she and Kevin had narrowed it down to. With your thumb, while playing with a corner of the hand-drawn example closest to you, a sigh escaped your nose.
Your sister’s talent mesmerized you. Each storyboard showed the intricate detail of the flowers and candles themselves and what the tables would look like next to each other with every centerpiece. You were in awe.
“These are so good, Robbie! They must have taken forever to put together,” you said, admiring a different sample on the table.
“Nah,” she replied, brushing the compliment aside. “Just an afternoon’s time last week.”
“Well, shit. I hope they’re paying you the big bucks at work.”
She quirked an eyebrow devilishly as she reached for her drink. “You know it,” she jested before taking a sip.
You laughed at her cheekiness. Robyn had always been a go-getter. One of the many attributes you loved about her. Never took no for an answer.
“Soooo,” she drawled as she set her glass down. “How have you been?”
You looked up swiftly, eyeing her suspiciously before returning your gaze to the storyboard in your hands. “I’m still alive if that’s what you’re asking.” You set the drawing down to take a drink from your glass. “Haven’t been murdered yet, but the night is still young.”
Robyn rolled her eyes at your petulance. “You know I worry about you. Are you still texting James?”
You smiled sweetly. “Each day that goes by, you act more and more like Mom. You know that?”
Robyn scoffed. “I do not!”
She could deny it all she wanted, but Robyn was turning into the spitting image of your mother. You laughed again. “You do too. Even down to the eye roll.”
She folded her arms over her chest, waiting for you to answer her question.
Two could play this game.
You wiped the corner of your mouth with your napkin unhurriedly. “If you must know, yes, James and I are still texting.”
“Has he sent any dick pics or asked for nudes?” Robyn asked earnestly.
“Yup. We engage in wildly pornographic phone sex every night.”
Robyn glanced around the restaurant with eyes wide as saucers, making sure none of the other patrons heard you. “(Y/N), I’m serious! Has he propositioned you?”
You huffed a small laugh. “Nope,” you admitted. “In fact, he’s the one that wants to take things slow. He accidentally called me the other day and hung up from jitters.” Robyn didn’t need to know the full truth.
“The jitters?” Robyn queried.
“Yeah. I even called him back, but he let it go to voicemail.”
“Then, he must be weird or ugly.”
You grimaced at her assumption. “Ew, Robbie. Don’t be gross,” you chastised. “He’s the opposite of ugly. I might even go as far as to call him handsome.”
“How? You don’t know what he looks like,” Robyn questioned.
You took a quick sip of your drink, holding up a finger. “Au, contraire mon frère. He sent me a selfie in the very beginning.”
Robyn looked at you, perplexed. “You know you just called me your brother, right?”
You waved a hand at her to dismiss her accusation. “Ma soeur just doesn’t have the same ring to it.” You pulled your phone out to offer proof.
“You can barely see his face!” she exclaimed. “What if he’s horribly disfigured on the other side? Or missing an arm?”
You shrugged. “Then, he’s missing an arm.” You got a distant look in your eyes as you recalled the last ten days of texting with James. “He’s different, Robbie. He’s smart and funny and caring. Polite. It feels like he has an old soul. He calls me doll for chrissakes!”
“Are you sure he isn’t some crusty, old man?” Robyn gagged at the thought.
“No, I don’t,” you chuckled in response. The faraway look returned after a moment. “To me, he’s just James.”
Realization dawned on Robyn’s face, lighting her up like a light bulb. “Oh, my god. You like him.”
“Well, yeah,” you acknowledged, “he’s my friend.”
“No. You like him like him.”
Your face reddened quickly with the awareness of your feelings. They weren’t real, were they? Shaking your head, you replied, ”Nothing will happen, Robbie. It’s just a crush.”
Skeptically, she agreed, “Uh-huh.”
“What?”
“I believe that as much as I welcome a cold sore on my wedding day.” She scrunched her nose at the thought of a gross, red blemish on her face for her big day.
“Fine,” you acquiesced. “If I fall head over heels, madly in love with James by your wedding day, I’ll owe you a hundred bucks.”
Robyn raised a sculpted brow in interest. “I’m listening.”
“One hundred dollars. End of negotiation,” you stated. “I don’t have a spare hundred bucks, so it will be a motivator not to fall for James. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”
She smiled smugly, shaking her head in disbelief. “Uh-huh.”
“Will you stop saying that?” you said, throwing a piece of lettuce at her face. “You definitely sound like Mom.”
Robyn huffed in annoyance, back-handing your shoulder softly. “Shuddup! I do not!”
You chortled heartily at the mini tantrum she was throwing about becoming Mom. You’d say anything at this point to get her to forget about you and James.
In all honesty, there was no you and James. Not really. You were friends, but could you move past that?
He was hiding something.
Something big.
And it wasn’t part of the whole “man of mystery” persona, either. James was holding back.
He had a hard time giving up anything personal to you that went beyond his likes and dislikes, which led you to believe he had found it difficult to trust.
It angered you deeply without really knowing why. Something in his past had sparked the inability. You only wish you knew what.
Deep down, you could really see yourself falling for James, and that scared you to death.
Breaking you from your reverie, Robyn piped up, “You know, James is probably jerking off to your voicemail.”
“Oh, absolutely!” you retorted, both of you dissolving into a giggling fit.
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After leaving Robyn with a clear choice for centerpieces, you made your way back home. After a fifty-minute subway ride, you popped into the corner bodega for some essentials for the coming week.
Sauntering up the stairs to your third-floor walk-up, you steadied your armful of groceries with each step. It had been a long week, and now with the revelation of how you felt about James clouding your mind, a glass of wine, ice cream, and a bubble bath sounded good right about now.
You could barely see over the bags and juggled them precariously. As you stepped onto your floor, you recognized the voice of your next-door neighbor down the hall. He was talking with someone, but you couldn’t tell with whom or what about.
Blindly, you called out, “Hey, Peter? Can you be a lifesaver and help a neighbor out?” You heard the scuffle of footsteps over tile rush toward you.
Sighing in relief, you relinquished two bags to the arms reaching out. “Thanks, Pete! You’re a pe-”
You stopped mid-sentence when your view was finally cleared. Your sixteen-year-old neighbor wasn’t standing before you but a tall man with chestnut hair tied in a knot. Your lips parted slightly as your eyes widened to take in the figure’s full breadth holding your groceries.
Your eyes flicked to Peter as everything came back to focus. He was adjusting your other two bags in his arms.
“Miss (Y/L/N), this is Mr. Barnes from my Stark internship. He’s a friend. He was helping me with some history homework,” Peter explained, gesturing to the hulking man standing outside your apartment door.
“Peter,” you admonished, “how many times-” Last names weren’t meant to be spoken by friends slash neighbors.
Peter winced. “Right! Sorry, (Y/N)!” he apologized. “This is Bucky.”
Recognition crossed your face at the name. Smiling, you stuck out your hand in front of you. “Bucky Barnes, it’s nice to meet you.”
Bucky shifted one of your bags in his arms to reach out his hand. He smiled softly, “ Li-likewise.”  
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Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 4
(The Mandalorian x f!reader)
“What... did you... do?”  You hissed between clenched teeth. “Did you poison him?! Give me the antidote right now or so fucking help me I’ll tear every limb off your ugly little body!” You were seething, fear and fury stoking fire behind your eyes. The bounty only laughed harder.
“Antidote?There’s only one antidote for that one, sugar, and I sure hope you like him enough to give it to him! Bwahaha ha! Good luck!”
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 7.8k
Content warnings: Canon-typical violence, SEX POLLEN + rough sex, oral sex (m receiving) and kink talk (not gonna list all of them but they’re all very common.) There’s another filk song reference in this one that I’ll link in the replies.
A/N: VERY IMPORTANT TAG! The bounty uses she/her pronouns so if girl on girl violence makes you squeamish please read ahead with caution! Also know that I >>do not<< use any gender-specific slurs (b*tch, c*nt, etc.)
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Everything. Was. Purple.
Purple! The grass, the sky, the trees, if you could call them that. The pulsating, gelatinous towers that spiraled into the sky were definitely alive, but you weren’t sure if ‘tree’ was a fitting word for them. Their branches were long and hanging, weighed down by some kind of berry or fruit that glowed with teal streaks. Your next bounty was on a habitable moon orbiting an enormous gas giant that took up the entire skyline. It was lush with vegetation and sparsely populated, a perfect hideout for an Ardennian.
The Razor Crest was parked in a meadow of lavender grass, though once again you questioned your choice of words, watching the way the long wet leaves wiggled in the breeze. You breathed deep, letting the rich, humid air fill your lungs while your traveling companions followed behind you down the old ship’s ramp. Baby beans trotted right past you on stubby legs, picking things up off the ground that he probably shouldn’t be putting in his mouth, but was too sneaky for you to stop him from doing so. You heard the Crest’s access door shut, and turned to see Mando eagerly trotting along to join you.
No, not ‘Mando’... Din. Mr. Mystery finally had a name, though you were still conflicted about using it. The man had spilled so many secrets into you in such a short amount of time that the butterflies in your stomach were breeding many-legged worms. Squirming, creeping things that quickly metamorphosized back into their illustrious true selves, and you weren’t sure which part of their cycle was making you more nauseous. But they were your secrets to keep, your heart wearing his name like a locket; safely hidden where nobody but you could see.
You had slid the heavy beskar bucket back up the ladder to him while he stayed in the dark of the cockpit, the knowledge of his facial features still kept by your hands alone. The pair of you had then stood close together at the armory, him with his helmet back where it belonged and you with your bright eyed mask protecting your crown. At the equipment cache he couldn’t stop talking, pointing out and picking up a variety of weapons and traps that would work particularly well for this simian quarry. Everything had a story, and he told you all about the bounties he had pulled trophies off of, or things he had gotten as rewards for helping someone else. He’s giddy. You could only listen along as he prattled away, handing you grapple after snare until you had to start putting things back in the armory, just so you could have your hands free again.
Hands. Every time he gave you another tool of the trade to add to your ever-growing inventory his hands brushed somewhere on you. Leather tipped fingers glancing quickly on your wrist, a lingering palm on your shoulder; each fleeting touch lasting just slightly longer than the last. He was struggling to keep his hands off of you, reluctant to give up the intimacy you had both been working at in the void-black darkness of the flight deck before atmospheric reentry tore you both apart. What other prayers of devotion could he pour into you, if you’d just had a little more time? ‘You belong to them, that is The Way’. The oath he had made to you was followed coldly in your mind by another string of words, ‘I’m not asking you to do the same, you’re not Mandalorian’.
You couldn’t think about all the words that you still needed to unpack, it was hunting time. The six-limbed simian was wanted for, checks puck notes, chemical warfare. She had blasted her way to the Guild’s Most Wanted list by lobbing incendiary bombs and poison gas grenades through a meeting of outer rim parliament, and the price on her head might have been higher than yours. The bounty puck specifically stated she was to be taken alive. Super. The droid-face mask wasn’t going to be much protection for your lungs, but it might at least keep your eyes safe. You took time to pack extra bacta and some quality rations, plus one of your new bantha-wool blankets. You woke up that morning on Tatooine, and the voice of your tortured circadian rhythm wondered if you would be sleeping rugged tonight somewhere on this heliotropic hellscape.
A bounty fob blinked lazily from the larger hunter’s belt, indicating that the quarry was on-world, but not close enough to catch. The three of you would have some walking to do. The child tried to make friends with every wiggly thing, running on his short little legs from fern to fern, hunting for treats. The little beastie’s adopted father chased him through the grass, trying, and failing, to keep him from getting into trouble. The sight of the mighty metal man being defeated so easily by a baby made you laugh, and the sound of your melodic giggles drew his attention.
“What are you laughing at?”
Oh no, I’ve been caught!  “I’m laughing at you, rust bucket! The scariest person here isn’t either of us, it’s him!” You pointed to where the child was tearing through the reeds after some kind of amphibian, and started laughing harder when Mando cursed and flew after his impish son. The rowdy child had a frog-like creature hanging from his mouth that vanished the second his dad tried to pull it away.
“Stop eating things you find on the ground!” The baby only squealed at the scolding, earning himself a grumpy, papa-patented sigh. Mando picked up the potato-sack of a child and dumped him unceremoniously into the hover-crib that floated along behind. “You can get back out when you learn your lesson! I don’t want you to get sick.” The baby made huge, sad eyes up at his dad, but Mando turned away quickly to avoid their hypnotic powers. You were doing your best to hide your giggles, covering the part of your mask where your mouth was, as if that would help. The Mandalorian strode up to you with a swagger. “Oh, you think that’s funny, cyar’ika?”
“You don’t?” You caught your reflection in the black gloss of his visor as he sauntered up to you, and your bug-eyed doppelganger only made you laugh more. A wall of beskar stood in front of you, eyeing you with slow tilts of his helmet while you got it all out of your system. When your breaths returned to normal you looked down at your hands and found that they had made friends. You had reached out for him without even thinking, and you were a little embarrassed that they had gravitated to him so naturally. He squeezed your hands gently before letting them return to you, and you heard the songs of star-lost sailors whispering in the back of your mind. The nights are long between the stars, and lonely, too, for me. I wonder how I might have fared with home and family.
“Night’s coming fast, we should keep moving.” Hunting mode reactivated, your companion started towards the undulating wilderness. He wasn’t wrong, within a few hours the massive planet that hung above you drifted out of view, replaced with a sea of glittering stars. The foliage around you glowed with otherworldly colors, teals and violets splattering their dense leaves and curling down their jelly trunks. Their loveliness made it easy to distract yourself from the task at hand, your eyes chasing the occasional yellow and red flashes that blinked from insects high in the branches. Ahead of you a large old tree had fallen over, and between its trunk and its upturned roots the spot was easily defensible.
Mando busied himself with clearing squishy sticks and leaves from the area to make a campsite while you looked for something to start a fire with. Nothing looked burnable, everything had a gooey, wet consistency, but some dead leaves under the log were dried out. They would have to do. You made them into a neat pile and pushed some rocks in a circle around them for safety, now you would just need a light.
“Hey, tinman, I need some heat!” He followed your pointing finger with his helmet and waltzed over to you, happy to be of assistance. He started up his wrist mounted flamethrower and used the pilot light to set the tinder ablaze. Not even fire could escape the overwhelming purpleness of the estranged moon as the blaze kicked up a bright indigo with a low heat. You got to work getting dinner around, pulling savory Tatooine treats out of your pack, pushing some of them towards the heat source so they would be warm. At the bottom of your bag you found some soft, squashed thing, and pulled the remains of breakfast out into the light. It was mashed, but it was still probably edible. “Mando, you never ate your breakfast.”
“What?” He looked at the sad excuse for a meal that you were offering him, eyeing it with curiosity. “You got me breakfast?”
“Yes? I told you that I would, though I guess it’s dinner now. Here.” You waved it at him so he would get the hint, and he took it carefully from you with timid hands.
“T-thank you. You’re very kind.”
“And don’t you forget it!” You whooped with overwhelming confidence, but the sweet words made you blush under your mask. Before he could turn and leave the safety of the fire to find a private eating area you reached for his hand again, pulling the armored paw to your forehead and knocking it softly against your mask. Kov'nynir. A wistful sigh escaped his modulator, and you knew the act of affection was well received. He bent himself down to where you sat at the fire and pressed his own forehead against yours, rumbling with contentment. The gentle sound made your heart swell, such a simple gesture that carried so much meaning. A bounty hunter’s life was fast and dangerous, why should finding companionship be any different?
You pushed your heads together just a little harder before he pulled himself away from you to go eat. You lifted your own dinner and the baby’s from the hearth, poking at it with your fingers to make sure it wasn’t too hot for Mr. Green Beans to eat. The child took it from you eagerly, content in his protective pram and making gross little noises while he ate. The food tin you had was much better than day one’s menu: bantha meat and Tusken hardtack with a side of more mystery mush. Your partner chose to take his meal elsewhere, fading into the darkness behind the fallen log where he could remove his helmet and eat in peace. Someday he might make more sense to you. The clank! of an empty food tin hitting the ground brought your attention back to your campsite buddy, the baby having thrown his clean plate at you.
“What’s wrong, booger? You bored? Alright.” There was a tiny bit of energy still left in your bones, and what better way to spend it than entertaining your precious audience. You pulled yourself to your feet, taking a moment to dust the spores from your pants and pull your backpack on before launching into song.
“When we pulled into Naboo’s Port in need of R&R,
The crew set out investigating every joint and bar.
We had high expectations of their hospitality,
But found too late it wasn't geared for spacers such as we!”
“And we're banned from Naboo, everyone!
Banned from Naboo, just for having a little fun!
We spent a jolly shore leave there for just three days or four,
But Naboo doesn't want us anymore!”
Green baby hands tried their best to clap in time with your sailor song, accompanied by adorable cooing noises while he tried to sing along. Your rambunctiousness summoned Mando back over to the fire, and he sat down on a large rock next to his foundling, watching you through his visor as you danced around the fire with flailing limbs.
“Our Engineer would yield to none at putting down the brew;
She outdrank seven space marines and a demolition crew!
The Navigator didn't win, but he out-drank almost all,
And now they've got a shuttlecraft on the roof of City Hall!”
You ran through the chorus again, taking a second to notice that tinman was tapping his foot to the beat along with you. You wondered briefly if they ever sang on Mandalore. You took a deep breath to continue-
“-KABOOM-!”
The fireside exploded just meters from your spinning dance, and you were hauled backwards to safety by your oathsworn protector,along with his foundling, and ushered towards the safety of the trees.
“-BOOM! Ba-BOOM! KERPLOW-!”
Trees and plants exploded on either side of you as you ran through the luminous dark. The Ardennian! Neither of you had been paying attention to the bounty fob, blinking fast and red under his cloak. Above you the sound of something swinging through the branches caught your ear, and you pulled your blaster and fired behind you.
“Bwahaha! Missed me missed me now you gotta kiss me, two-arms!” You couldn’t see her, but her taunts gave you a better idea of her position, firing several more shots towards their source. You knew you had to take her alive, but that didn’t mean intact.
“Go go go!” Mando was at your back, doing his best human shield impression while he hurried you away from the bombardment, the child’s bulky pram tucked uncomfortably under one arm. Your flight through the forest was haunted with vicious cackling and the sound of serene foliage being obliterated by the explosives that rained down around you, choking you with incendiary fumes.
A clearing materialized ahead, and the three of you rushed out from under the unmerciful trees. When you had gotten far enough from the tree line you both turned your eyes to the canopy.
“There!” Picking up her heat signature on his visor’s infrared sensors, he pointed to your target, his other arm still occupied with protecting the foundling. You grabbed the barrel of the pulse rife that was still slung over his shoulder, aimed, and fired. The ball of electricity arced from your little trio and collided with the trees, the sound of pained screams and crashes followed the wounded pyromaniac as she fell hard to the ground. Bullseye.
”Stay here, Mando, I got this! Keep him safe!” You stormed into the woods after the sounds of distress, snare at the ready to take the bounty alive. You were angry, rage powering your stride as you chased after her like a Corellian tracking hound. Angry that your sweet moment had been ruined, angry that she’d put the foundling in danger, angry that your partner had been pulled from the comfort of the fire to fulfill his duties as guardian. You sprang over roots and fallen branches, catching the sight of movement where the Ardennian was making a run for it. 
“Oh no you don’t! Get back here!”  Your words boiled with so much fury that they almost weren’t your own. Balls of fire exploded around you in a last ditch effort by the primate to kill you first. You dropped a knee into the loamy soil to steady your shot.
Woosh! The net sailed past her by mere inches, and you flew to your feet to begin the chase again.
“Ha! Grow some more arms and maybe you’ll have better aim!”  Fire erupted around you again, but the flames that seared at your eyes came from inside, burning with fuel siphoned from your heart. You took another shot.
Woosh! Miss! FUCK. You had one shot left on the snare-slinger, and you had to make it count. The trees were thinner here, how long had you been running? The simian was struggling to get away now, the long slimy branches too far apart to swing through. Behind you the sound of thunderous armored boots told you that Mando was hot on your trail, and you were glad to have the back up even though you had specifically told him to stay put. Nobody listens in this crew. Something green and gaseous poofed next to you, and the terms of the bounty puck came back to you clear as day: chemical warfare. The Ardennian was out of bombs and had switched to gas canisters, hurling a variety of brightly colored poisons at your face. Third time’s the charm.
Woosh! The net flew true, tangling in the many limbs of the fleeing quarry and throwing her to the ground. Gotcha! You bore down on her as brightly glowing vials sailed over your head, landing on something behind you with a crash! You were on her in an instant, shoving a blaster in her face.
“You’re done, chuckles! It’s over!” The fear in her eyes vanished as quickly as it had appeared when she glanced back behind you.
“Ha! I don’t think so, stinky. You’re gonna have yer hands too full with that to deal with little old me.” You followed her gaze, and froze from the ice crystalizing in your veins. Mando stood a ways back, still as a statue. Bright neon pink goo slimed its way down his helmet and dripped onto his chest plate. You turned on the Ardennian again.
“What... did you... do?”  You hissed between clenched teeth. “Did you poison him?! Give me the antidote right now or so fucking help me I’ll tear every limb off your ugly little body!” You were seething, fear and fury stoking fire behind your eyes. The bounty only laughed harder.
“Antidote? There’s only one antidote for that one, sugar, and I sure hope you like him enough to give it to him! Bwahaha ha! Good luck!” She was howling with laughter in your grasp, and the sound of her mirth was like nails on chalkboard to your ears. You practically threw her to the ground, running back to your incapacitated partner. He hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Mando! Hey hey can you hear me? Tell me what’s wrong!” The glowing pink slime was still on his helmet, and you hunted for something to wipe it off with. The closest thing was his cloak, so you reached for it and went to clean the pretty pink sludge from his helmet when an armored claw shot up and caught your wrist. The action startled you, but you were happy to see him still able to move. “Mando? You ok?” Slowly, with almost robotic precision, he turned his gaze to you.
“Cyar...’ika....?” His words were long and labored, the strain of them sending a chill through your bones.
“Yes! It’s me, Mando. I’m right here, I’m gonna get you taken care of. I- I’ll find some bacta or-” Your words were cut off by another wicked claw on your shoulder.
“So... Beautiful...”  The lustful words made the gears in your head grind to a halt. Really? Right now?
“Ok great, glad to see you’re fine, now can we get back to hunt-” He cut you off with a hand at your throat.
“Beautiful.. and mouthy. So... fucking... mouthy.” A leather tipped hand snaked up your neck to your lips, grabbing at your jaw and pushing a thumb in past your teeth. You tried to spit him out but his other hand latched on to the back of your skull. “I’m going to put that mouth to good use, mesh’la.”  Your mask was tossed to the ground, and the ‘good luck’ the Ardennian had wished you now made sense. Whatever was oozing down the front of his helmet was driving him into an uncontrolled sexual frenzy, and you were the sole outlet for all his desires.
“Mando! -Blech-! Man- Din!” He stopped trying to get down your throat at the sound of his own name, hearing it for the first time from your lips. “Din! We don’t have time for this right now! Get a grip!” Oh, but he already had a grip, and it was tightening on your scalp.
“That’s right, sweetheart, say my name.”  The command dripped from his modulator the same way the poison dripped down his face, and he started walking you backwards by the hair until you bumped against a squishy tree. The change of emotion from rage to fear to confusion made your head spin, and the new contending feeling of heat building in your guts was making itself known.
“Knock it off! Fucking hell, she’s going to get away if we don’t do something right now! ”
“Let her. You’re the only one I want.” The weight of his arms on your neck and shoulders became too much, and the man who you had shared a such a sweet moment with not too long ago was now forcing you to your knees. You dropped to a kneel, and your face was hard pressed up against the solid bulge that was trying to rip its way out of his pants. He took only a second to free himself, pushing his throbbing cock against your teeth. “Open wide.”
You wished you were meeting with mini-mando under better circumstances, but if getting him off would get you back to the hunt, you were happy to help. The taste of him on your tongue sent electricity through your body, spooling up fresh heat between your own legs. Above you Mando was making deep, guttural groans as you took his cock all the way to the back of your throat, wrapping a fist around where you couldn’t reach without gagging. You glanced around his leg to where you could see the hover-crib, floating a good distance away with the shield closed tight. Good, he doesn’t need to see this. A swift thrust brought your attention back to where it was demanded.
“That’s a good girl, take it all in. Let me make a mess of that pretty little mouth of yours.” He had a death grip on the back of your hair and the side of your jaw, pushing up to keep you open enough to take his length. Inside you were swirling your tongue around the tip every time it slid past, making sultry praises flood from his modulator. Most of the words were garbled, raunchy and alien, probably Mando’a. Spit leaked from the sides of your mouth, making good on his word to make a mess of you. The claws in your hair pulled tight, forcing your nose into the tuft of soft hair at his base so he could pump your throat full of cum without you escaping. “Ahh~! That’s it, mesh’la, drink it all down.”
The hot spunk made you choke and gag, tears rushing to your eyes, but you still swallowed as best you could. When he finally let you pull away you gasped for air, coughing on the ground at his feet.
“There! *cough!* is that... -blech-, better? Can you hunt now? Are you done?” The potionmaster was probably long gone, you couldn’t hear her fucking cackling anymore.
“Cyar’ika, we’re not done until I say we’re done.” The spear at your cheek was still hard as beskar, ready for round two. The armored man yanked you to your feet, shoving you face first towards the nearest tree. The tree’s flesh was soft and squishy, a fact you would be grateful for soon enough. Your hips were pulled backwards, and a buzzing sound told you he had pulled a vibroblade from his belt, stabbing under your pants’ edge and pulling down the crack of your ass until your clothes were cut away; leaving just the legs and your boots to protect you. The cold air hitting your cunt gave away your arousal, and he zoned in on it like a falcon, pressing still-gloved fingers to your wet slit. The roughness of the leather invading you made you cry out and your knees buckle, squirming under the intrusion of one finger, then two; pumping in and out of you to stoke your flame.
“You’re so pretty. So fucking pretty, and strong. I’m gonna lose myself in you, fierce little thing, and I never want to be found.” His hands ripped away from your swollen cunt, and the head of his cock was pressed to its lips. Both of you made delicious, filthy noises as he buried himself to the hilt, the slick of his own cum making a wonderful lube. “Fuuuuuck, you’re hot inside, lovely girl. My cock was made just for you.” He barely made it a few inches out of you before he was slamming back into you again. The force of him behind you smashed you face into the soft, forgiving tree, though you wished you could find somewhere for your hands to grab hold. He fucked you like a man possessed, and you were sure there would be bruises on your hips and thighs when he was finished.
His mouth ran like surging lava. “Fucking.. Maker... beautiful girl, beautiful hunter! Hunter-killer! I knew you would be a challenge to hunt, but I never thought you would be the one to capture me! You’re a work of art on the killing field! Mmph! You are mine and I’m going to fill your belly with my warriors ‘til you’re fit to burst. They’ll be so ferocious! Born with daggers in their teeth.” Vulgar words between thrusts made your entire body hot with a mix of embarrassment and lust. You might never know if the neon goo had given him the desire to breed you, or if he adored you so much that he wanted more of you to care for, but you did know your contraceptive implant would be having none of it either way. Still, his damning words flowed. “Nobody will ever put their hands on you again but me. I’ll give you everything you desire, cyar’ika, anything you ask for will be yours. I’ll bring the stars down from the sky if you ask me to! I- I’ll- I’m gonna...”
The Mandalorian stilled behind you, twitching as his cock spilled into you and ran hot down your thighs. His breaths were gasping, broken and desperate for air. His fingers digging into the soft skin on your hips would leave their mark for sure, and though he’d done a fantastic job of scrambling your insides you still felt warmth in your chest. Even in his poisoned, delirious state of mind, all of his thoughts were of you alone. The grip on your ass loosened, and the sound of a heavy thud hitting the ground told you he had fallen down into the soft purple grass. You struggled to peel your face from the jelly tree, standing like a newborn fawn on shaky legs. The bright pink streak on his helmet had lost all its glow, and your human rust-bucket was slumped over on his side, still as the grave. Not again, fucksake. You clambered over to him, digging under his cloak with your hands until you found his pulse. Still alive.
“Alright Mando, fucking stay here this time like I told you to.” You glanced around the meadow, but the Ardennian was nowhere to be found. Fuck! All that work for nothing. You groaned, looking down at what was left of your pants. You checked all the pockets, finding your lucky krayt teeth and a bacta patch before kicking the ruined fabric off over your boots. You dropped down to the spent form of your comrade, tilting his helmet up and slapping the bacta patch on one of the hickies you had left there a few days ago. You took a moment to stuff the teeth into one of his many pouches since you no longer had pockets of your own. With your ass in the wind you made your way over to the floating pram to check on your tiny pal. “Hey beans, you doing ok? Your dad and I were just having a little-” you spun the cradle around. Empty.
“No! Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK!” The bounty had made off with Din’s infant son, your little buddy! You couldn’t stop the fear that dried your throat and brought tears to your eyes. Get a hold of yourself! Find him! NOW! Familiar rage welled up behind your eyes, and you raced back over to your unconscious guardian, still laying in the dirt and making it extra difficult to untangle the pulse rifle still slung over his back. Your hunting instincts were on high alert, and the sound of shouting caught your ears. “I’m gonna get him back, Din! Just... just fucking stay here!”
You tore off after the noise, every horrible scenario running through your head at once. Would she steal him? Would she hurt him? Would she kill him? Rage flared hot in your chest and threatened to burn you alive, your feverish skin icy with sweat. Wet leaves slapped past your bare knees so fast that their thin edges left vicious paper cuts. You didn’t care, nothing else mattered but the foundling. The sound of shouting grew louder, and you thundered though the trees to another clearing by a narrow wine-dark stream. 
“Help! This thing’s got me! Get me down, please! Get it away from me!” The simian terror was hanging in the air ahead of you. No, not hanging, floating. She was thrashing her arms, but all that did was slowly spin her in place. The sight was magical, but more important was the safety of child. On the ground near her, he stood with one fat little paw in the air, pointing at his abductor and concentrating with all his might. You didn’t know how he had escaped, or what the actual fuck he was doing, but you didn’t hesitate. You pulled the pulse rifle from your back and fired, once, twice, three times until her limp body was hanging in the air, knocked out cold. Or dead.
Baby beans crumpled to the ground, and the Ardennian followed suit, the ugly noise she made when she hit the ground brought a wicked smile to your cheeks. The baby’s little eyes were bleary and tired under his big droopy ears, and you scooped him carefully up off the ground to pull him in for a good, strong hug.
“Did you get the mean lady, sweetie? Good job! I don’t know what the fuck you did but hey, no questions asked, alright? I’m just glad you’re ok.” He smiled up at you with his tiny toothy grin before conking out in your arms, leaning heavily against your chest. You set him back down on the ground, just long enough to tie that six limbed asshole up tight, using everything you still had above the waist to keep her captured. You tied her arms to her feet and slung her limp body over you like a rucksack, then picked the foundling back up. With your bounty, baby, and bare ass you started the hike back to your fallen man.
Mando still laid where you had left him on his side, and you were annoyed to realize that, out of everybody involved, you were the only one left awake. Fantastic. You returned the baby to his floating bucket, pulling it closer to the pair of you this time, and dumped the Ardennian in the dirt. There was no way you could maneuver three bodies at once, somebody was going to have to get up and walk.
“Mando! Mando get up, we gotta go.” The man in question didn’t budge, soft, muffled snores your only response. You tried everything you could think of, pulling on his hands and legs and shouting, anything to wake his ass up. You knocked on his helmet, “Ground control to Major Mando, time to get up! Rise and shine, bucket boy!” Nothing, he was going to have to sleep the after-effects of the potion off, so he was staying right where he was.
You had no idea how far you had gotten from the campsite, and the cold night air on your bare booty made you remember your half-nakedness. On the ground scattered around the pile of living beskar was your backpack and the remains of your pants, along with the rest of your trap gear. Start packing more clothes. You went for the gear first, pulling another set of cuffs and a good strong rope out, and added a few more knots to the half-dead quarry so she wouldn’t be pulling any bullshit in the night. The backpack still had the bantha-wool blanket wrapped up tight, and you tied it around yourself like a skirt. Better than nothing.
Kneeling on the ground next to your Mandalorian, you cleared yourself a space to sit down, taking an extra second to make sure all his bits were tucked back out of view. You leaned back against the crook of his hips, feeling the slow rise and fall of his belly at your back. You were so tired, how many times had you been on the run in the last cycle alone? Your body desperately craved sleep, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bounty. Anger crept its way back into your eyes again, and you wanted to take it out on her, channel your inner rancor. No, she’s already lost. Go to sleep.
But the merciful tug of sleep didn’t come, and when you realized why you felt foolish. The child’s pram was on the ground where you had pushed it next to his fathers’ armored head. He was sleeping like a little prince, and didn’t move at all when you pulled him out of the crib. When he was situated in your arms you pulled Mando’s cloak around the three of you for extra warmth. Sitting upright was a horrible way to sleep, but with the baby safely in your arms and a blaster at your side, you were able to catch a handful of winks.
You woke up many times that night, worried that something might happen to your baby or your partner, and each time your eyes shot open you glared at the dark form in the grass; though not once did it move. Still, you didn’t trust that you were safe, and only when the rim of the planet that dominated the sky drifted over the horizon could you actually keep your eyes closed. But the blissful comfort of real sleep was torn from you by your lounge chair trying to get up on its own. The rush from trying to sit up too fast knocked Mando right back down on his back, and his hands went to his armored temples to try to stop the world from spinning.
“What...where am... where’s....” He shot up like a bolt of lightning “WHERE’S MY SON?!”
“Right here!” You turned yourself to show the bug-eyed bundle to his father, letting him see that the child was safe. Mando wrapped his arms around you and the child, and you could hear his quick, shuddering breaths coming out from under the helmet. The hug was tight, a comforting fortress around your shoulders.
“Are you ok? What happened? Why are we in the grass? Where’s the bounty? Did she get away?” His questions gushed like a river, urgent and frightened. You pointed at where the Ardennian was still on the ground, far enough away that she was out of earshot. She was awake now, but still immobilized. Her eyes were fixed on you, and you could see the edges of her mouth turning upwards into a snarl to bare her teeth. Din’s hands were all over you, inspecting you for damage, and his breath caught in his throat when he reached your waist. Big, ugly red and purple fingerprints were swelling up between the scrapes on your skin, and he pushed the edge of your makeshift skirt down to follow their horrifying trail; they were everywhere.
“Who did this to you?”  The volcano behind the beskar threatened to erupt with molten malevolence, “Did she do this to you?”
“No Mando,” you sighed, a little hurt that he didn’t remember. “You did.” The wall of metal armor went stiff as a rail, his visor locked on your eyes, looking for the truth. But the truth was right in front of him, and he couldn’t accept it.
“What? N-no.. I would never... I could never hurt you, cyar’ika! Please... please tell me that I didn’t do this.” His fingers ghosted over your marks, but never touched them, his hands afraid of dealing more damage to your lovely skin. “I-I couldn’t have... I’m... I’m so sorr-” You cut him off with a hand on his helmet where his mouth might be.
“It’s not your fault, you were poisoned. I’m just glad you’re alive, Din.” The sound of his own name made his shoulders droop and his hands come up cradle your cheeks. You couldn’t meet his visor, the closeness of the distraught hunter making you flustered, so you tried to crack a joke. “I’m just glad you wanted to fuck me instead of the Ardennian.” The way his helmet snapped backwards made you realize he didn’t remember that part either. “Oh don’t look at me like that, I took it like a champ! You’re gonna have to do better than bruises to hurt this mighty hunter!” Your attempted words of comfort didn’t seem to work, and he pulled you and the wiggly child back to his chest in a world-erasing hug.
“Please just tell me you know I wouldn’t do this to you on purpose, I never want to hurt you again. Please.”
“Mando! I’m fine, really.” He held your head firmly, the blackness of the visor trying to bore though your very soul. You nodded in his grasp, “I know you didn’t, it’s alright, Din. I forgive you.” The force of his helmet knocking against your forehead almost made you see stars. His hands were wrapped around your head, holding you as close as he could in the intimate gesture of his people. You didn’t blame him at all for what happened, but it would be a while, if ever, before he could forgive himself.
“Oh isn’t that puke. Spare me the lovey-dovey crap and take me back to the Guild already! Buncha bucketheads.” You didn’t want to address the Ardennian that hollered at you from from the grass, but the beskar bucket turned on her in a heartbeat. He sprang to his feet in a flash, pulling the pulse rife from the ground and firing, stunning the target for the fourth time, fifth time, sixth, seventh.
He’s gonna kill her. You grabbed at his arm, demanding his attention “Mando, you got her, it’s over! It’s done.” Stance wide and chest heaving, the barrel of the long rifle stayed trained on the bounty for what seemed like an eternity before being lowered back to the ground. “Good, good, see, everyone’s ok. Let’s get back to the Crest and get out of here, sound like a plan?” He nodded, still watching the limp-again simian for signs of movement. When he was sure there wouldn’t be any more argument he stalked over to the quarry and slung her over his shoulder, ready to make the long march back to the ship. You set the baby back in his pram so you could take a second to grab everything off the ground, making sure you had your pack and your mask, and followed Mando back through the woods.
After hours of silent hiking, the Razor Crest came into view, and you had never been so happy to see the old girl, pretty as a plum in the violet haze. Once everyone was aboard, the fog of the carbonite chamber filled the tiny cabin to the brim, and left a new dark block in its wake. The Ardennian’s body was limp, though thankfully still alive; but the mischievous sneer couldn’t be erased so easily. You took a deep breath, sighing with relief that this hunt was over. Two down, one to go. Then Nevarro.
Your Mandalorian hadn’t spoken to you the entire trek back to the ship, and he was distracting himself by placing all the weaponry back in their spots in the cabinet. He’s still upset with himself. You still wore the bantha-blanket skirt, and its soft edges swished around your ankles. Gently you placed your hand on his shoulder, and he jumped violently under your touch as he was brought back to the present.
“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” He didn’t meet your eyes, but his hands stopped fussing with the armory. “Really, Din, I don’t blame you at all. I’m ok.” You tugged on his waist, bidding him to turn and face you, but still he couldn’t lift his eyes from the floor. You ran your hands from his shoulders down his chest, trying to bring him comfort with your touch, but when you saw his utility belt you remembered what was in his pockets. A flashbulb of an idea lit up in your skull, and clear as day the reason for your frivolous purchase on Tatooine made itself known. “You know what, I’m so not-mad at you that I have a present for you.” You grabbed his belt to dig through the pouches, but strong hands shot up to carefully take your wrists.
“Mesh’la no! Not after.. not after I- I can’t. I don’t deserve your affections.” Your eyes met his visor, its gaze no longer staring down at the floor and instead watching you with intensity. A smile broke it’s way out past your teeth, followed by a knowing laugh.
“No, that’s not what I meant, good thought though. No, Mand-...Din. Din, I have a gift for you.”  He hesitated to release your arms, but when you were free of his delicate hold you went back to the pockets on his belt and pulled the opalized krayt teeth from one of the pouches. Your companion’s visor followed the glittering treasures as they were brought into the light, and you wished you could see his bewildered face under the beskar. You handed them to him, and he carefully turned them over in his palm, letting the fossils catch the light and revealing their intricate patterns. His helmet tilted slowly, baffled that such beautiful things could be pulled from anywhere on his body, but the way his beskar sent streaks of light over his armor gave you a fantastic new idea.
Taking the treasures back from him you unscrewed the button fasteners that protruded from their backs, revealing the small, strong magnets hidden underneath; and pressed them up to his helmet. The teeth fit perfectly in the recesses of his cheeks, like they had been made just for him; and though you knew hunters didn’t wear adornments, they still looked lovely. “I know you can’t keep them on, especially when we go hunt, but they still look nice on you. Now you get to be my lucky charm.” His soft leather fingertips rubbed gently at his cheeks, feeling the way the indents had been filled with the precious jewels. The ship didn’t have any mirrors, and he would have to see how the swirling pools of crystalized moonlight looked the next time he took his helmet off. 
Wordlessly he reached out for you, taking your face in his hands and pulling your head to his so he could press your foreheads together. You were becoming fond of the mysterious gesture, letting the butterflies in your stomach stretch their iridescent wings and fan contentment into your heart. You pushed back against him, wrapping your own arms around his shoulders, locking his helmet to you. The whole galaxy could fly apart at the seams and you knew you would be alright, as long as you were right where you were, shielded in your Mandalorian’s embrace. I wonder if he feels the same. Tiny claws on your leg pulled your attention to the floor, and you were overjoyed to see big black orbs staring up at you.
“Little Beans! C’mere you, get in on this.” You hauled the foundling up between your bodies, letting him get a good look at you and his father. He chirped away, happily patting his papa’s fancy new trinkets, mesmerized by their shine. The little creature was full of energy, but you had been on your last leg for hours and you couldn’t stifle your yawns any longer. “Boys, I can’t keep this up anymore, you’re both awful cute, but I need sleep.”
“Of course, cyare, you’ve earned it.” Mando reluctantly stepped away from you and rolled out the Tusken sleeping mat that you had purchased. It was much thicker than the sheet originally on the little cot, and a hundred times more forgiving. You were comfy in seconds, and the warm embrace of sleep started pulling on your limbs and shutting your eyes. A different touch was on your arm, and you lazily opened one eye to see an armored hand pulling the bantha blankie up snug around you. Sweet, thoughtful murder-machine is what you had thought of him that first day, and the stupid pet name made you chuckle.
“What does that mean? That word, sire-eeka or sigh-air, they’re Mando’a, right?” You wouldn’t let sleep win you over without a fight, even if it was a fight you wanted to lose.
“Cyar’ika. The closest translation in Basic would be sweetheart, or darling.” Here we go again with Mando’a 101.
“Sweetheart, huh? Pfft... sounds like you like me or something. What’s the other word mean? You’ve never used it before now.” He sighed, long and tired, and you could see the foundling on his lap, still enthralled with the glittering opal on his fathers' metal face.
“I...I don’t know how to translate that one, but it’s more than cyar’ika, stronger, with more depth.” Something about his posture told you he might be lying, he knew exactly how to translate that word, but he wasn’t ready to tell it to you. He might, though, when he was ready.
“Alright, tin man, if you say so.” Your eyes finally let themselves close all the way, but even in the darkness behind your lids your devious hands still found their way to him, giving his hand a good squeeze. “Teach me more someday?”
“For you, ner cyare’se,” Your hand was pulled up from the blankets until the backs of your knuckles rested on the cool beskar of his brow, “I’d bring you the stars down from the sky, if you asked me to.”
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akabane-yum · 3 years
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OTP Asks - The Fluff (1-8)
my input is in red
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1. What are things they both find funny?
How people started selling their stocks after a recession because they thought “this time is different.” Both of them know that it’s never ‘different this time.’
Buzzfeed quiz results.
Cutting fruits and vegetables. (When Shuu started to help Karma in the kitchen he’d always do poorly, and whenever he was cutting something like eggplants and Karma was looking, he’d cut faster.)
Anyone who flirts with the other. (“Wait till they see how bad you are at cooking.”)
TV Dramas, American sitcoms, Almost any movie.
2. If they could describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?
Karma: Gakushuu is unintentionally funny, hotheaded, cute, loud, and probably the only person willing to argue with me on a topic as well established as gravity.
I can imagine that Karma doesn’t want to start off by calling him smart because that’s generic and it bugs Shuu when that’s the only thing people see in him.
Gakushuu: Karma is my favourite headache.
Short and sweet because any more gushy and he might accidentally say something he means.
3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?
Karma: Nice ass Assano ;P
Gakushuu: You have pretty eyes and I like it when you laugh- not at me, but still.
Karma probably blushes really hard at that, or he asks him if he says that with all his other hoes
4. What would their ship name be?
Karushuu.
But neither of them came up with that, it was Ren. One day after getting first name privileges by Asano Gakushuu he came up with the atrocity, and said atrocity stuck (because the idiots did start dating.)
5. What activities do they enjoy together?
Eating baked goods
Watching movies (only if Gakushuu gets mocking privileges)
Nighttime drives
Karaoke (don’t ask)
Playing/listening to music
Doing those 60second sixth grade math races
6. What are/is their love language(s)
Karma: He isn’t very verbal or touchy so he’ll do things for Shuu. He’ll make him a paper crane (it sounds childish but it’s cute,) he’ll cook his favourite food, take him out on a date, go on a walk with him? It’s the little things that show he cares. He never wants anyone he cares about to feel attention starved because of him. Growing up his parents probably showered him with praise and would pat his back when he did good in school but would never take the time to take him to the park or make his favourite food, so he wants to show love the way he wanted it before.
Gakushuu: He’s more verbal and physical but definitely still enjoys quality time (whenever he can.) I’d say his main love language is physical, sooo when he’s feeling extra soft he might lie down on the couch where Karma is sitting and rest his head on Karma’s lap. When they go on walks if no one’s around he might hold his hand. And when they’re alone and Karma seems down or he’s feeling soft again he might say a few things. I’d say the reason for this is the fact that in Shuu’s life there weren’t many people there to hug him or tell him that he mattered so he’s kind of giving the attention he wanted to Karma.
Long story short their shitty parents taught them how and how not to love. Despite their differences in love languages I imagine they get along juuuuust fine. Because Gakushuu’s compliments and affirmations are much more reassuring than his parents’ ever were, and Karma doing things like taking him on walks that don’t have a school or an extra curricular building as a destination is very very nice.
7. Write a ~300 word love scene for them
I’ll do this in another post :)
8. What were their first impressions of each other
PFFT
Gakushuu definitely thought that Karma was someone to stay away from. He took one look at Karma’s bright red hair and devilish eyes and thought to himself “no.” Gakushuu was the son of the director at the school and he saw it as his mission to get to know everybody in the building, but he’d stop at Akabane. He figured the guy was going to get expelled in a few weeks anyway.
Karma thought Gakushuu was a spoiled brat. That he got everything he wanted from his daddy and that he’d come home crying to his mom when someone pushed him in the playground. They were children at the time they first met and Gakushuu looked like he had a stick up his ass, but Karma was not prepared to learn about how his assumption was completely wrong. (+ Gakushuu was one of those kids with a group of friends following him around, which ticked 12 year old Karma off, but he didn’t know why.)
ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS MESS OF THOUGHTS. I STARTED WRITING THIS KINDA EARLY SO IDK WHAT I WROTE AND ILL PROOF READ IT AFTER CO-OP BUT YEAH ENJOY? I honestly am not sure if i agree with all my answers but it is what it is :) I hope the organization didn’t hurt your eyes 😙
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tetrakys · 3 years
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Eldarya A New Era - episodes 1 and 2
Let’s start with a brief recap and then my comments at the end.
Not much happens plot-wise, which makes sense since the first chapters are always about exposition and introducing the characters.
Episode 1: 
We wake up in the new Crystal room and are swiftly taken by Huang Hua to the infirmary, we are perfectly healthy and have a chance to meet one of our old friends. Since we have been revered as a deity for the past 7 year sin the Crystal, Huang Hua has to make an announcement to the whole HQ saying that we are back into the living world, then we can finally explore HQ, meet old and new friends, get a new outfit and later attend a party in our honour. This is pretty much the plot of the first episode. 
Episode 2:
In the second we have the chance of picking a Guard to belong to, Huang offered the Light one but Erika refuses because she doesn’t feel ready yet. We also get a new sword that Jamon has created for us and we can train a bit with him, afterwards we join a mission and go the forest. Once there we realise there is something wrong, as if some areas looked corrupted. We find a hurt companion and a very human shotgun bullet next to it and an evil-looking companion who attacks us causing us to end our very first mission at the infirmary, as usual. Once we are back on our feet we talk to Huang Hua about the bullet and realise that there is something she is hiding from us, then we help Ewe making a potion to save the companion. The companion got attached to us so we decide to adopt it.
Now a bit of info dump about the characters:
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Huag Hua is the new head of the guard since Miiko went back to her family obligations. She is no longer the Phoenix apprentice although we don’t know why yet, she is in a romantic committed relationship with Ewelein who is still the head of the infirmary and member of the Light Guard. 
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Aleja and Sonse got married and left, Colaja joined them and she and Jamon broke up since he stayed. He was sad for a bit but then got over it. Kero left when most people left no one knows where he is. Ezarel left with Twilda and Mary Anne to try to make a new life for themselves. Memoria disappeared and no one knows what happened to it and all the dragon spirits. Karuto is still he chef and he became much nicer in time, also is food much better after fruits and vegetables in Eldarya became edible. There is speculation about his relationship with Feng Zifu who is still very polite but much older looking, however nothing confirmed yet.
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Huang Chu is the new head of the Absynth Guard, she looks and acts kinda strict and matter-of-factly but she is also surprisingly open-minded, she encourages Erika to think with her own head and never blindly accept anyone’s order not even her own. She doesn’t get along with Mathieu at all.
Koori is a kitsune member of the Absynth Guard, she is funny, provocative and flirty. She wants to become friend with Erika and even flirts a bit. We see her both flirting with and mercilessly teasing Mathieu, not sure if she’s actually hitting on him or playing him, but this seems to be her normal behaviour. 
Chrome is now the head of the Shadow Guard, he and Karenn are still together and while he is the official head it seems that she is his boss as usual so hierarchy is a bit blurry. The both became more mature in time, she is less into gossip and he went through a rough self-blaming patch, but he looks pretty happy right now, eating a lot and constantly making lame jokes, and she seems to have become a real fighter (everyone is recommending to never train with her).
Adalric is a sylph, Erika comments he kinda looks like a genie. He has constantly his head in the clouds forgetting all the most trivial tasks, he talks with the stars and the wind apparently.
Ophelia is this little girl we see for just a moment, we feel that she has the same aura as the Oracle, we hug her but she just smile and leaves. We are told she showed up after the White Sacrifice and no one actually knows anything about her, not even if she sleeps and eats and where. 
Mathieu is a human who stumbled in a mushroom cricle about one year ago, he was sort of a recluse with no friends nor family on Earth, only thinking about fantasy and adventure, so he is very happy to be in Eldarya and couldn’t care less about going back to Earth. To his dismay the test assigned him to the Absynth Guard and he’s constantly hoping to be reassigned to the Obsidian instead. He’s the happy-go-lucky type but seems to also have a certain depth that we will hopefully find out.
Nevra is now a member of the Light Guard and Huang Hua’s right hand (he basically got Leiftan’s old job). He looks more severe and it seems that the events of S1 hardened him. He is back to his slutty ways but in episode he admits frivolous relationships don’t bring him happiness. 
Leiftan got out of the Crystal with us but it took longer for him to wake up. He says that he needs to find himself and wants to put distance between him and everyone else, in fact he refuses to rejoin the Guard. When Erika asks him to train her aengel powers he refuses and says that he won’t ever touch a blade again and will never be responsible of further violence. Nevra can’t stand him at the moment because he thinks he is escaping his responsibilities. 
COMMENTS:
Since people liked the expression I’m going to repeat it again, let’s address the elephant in the room first. (Guys “elephant in the room” is a figure of speech, it’s not a real elephant lol).  No one mentioned who is the head of the Obsidian Guard, when Erika tries to ask one time the subject is swiftly changed and people seem to go out of their way to not go there. Everyone, including their grandparents, their cousins, neighbours and the cousins of their neighbours has figured out that the head of Obsidian is Lance, who is name dropped constantly. I know that there are some people who still like to live in denial, kudos to them. BV all but told me that Lance is coming in episode 3 before Christmas, the release pace is like MCL’s so I’m expecting episodes every second Wednesday of the month at this point, but we’ll see.
The situation with Nevra and Leiftan is heavy not gonna lie. I’ve only played the episode with Nevra so far and my heart broke in tiny pieces, but I want to savour the angst and enjoy the ride. I don’t blame either of the two, Leiftan went from traitor to saviour in a matter of what two days? He had not time to think about his choices and properly reflect on himself. I think it’s fair that the writing his giving him a bit of depth as a character now and not just using him for his abs and to kill and save people when needed. So yeah, I approve him going to therapy or whatever is going to do to achieve self-growth. 
Nevra is a bit trickier, he spent one year moping in front of the Crystal every day, then moved on simply out of survival, and he’s well aware that the life he has now brings him no joy so one would think he would jump into Erika’s arms immediately? He is probably still very much hurting about everything that happened and he still has a fight or flight reaction about everything regarding it, his subconscious reaction when he saw Erika must have been DANGERDANGER RUN. Sleep around is easier because he doesn’t care and can’t be hurt again. While I can understand this, I also think it’s pretty cowardly and I would’ve liked to have given the reaction to get mad, to demand him to spend time with us, because yes he hurt but we spent 7 freaking years in a coma and no time has passed for us, the day before we were swearing love to each other and now this coldness. And yes I could’ve chosen angrier options with him instead of being understanding, but then my LoM would’ve dropped. 
So what I think I’m trying to say is that I would like to have the option of getting mad without having devastating consequences on all the relationships. I know that the next episode is called Rage-something so I am hoping Erika will blow up. We are probably going to run into Lance, find out that he’s been forgiven and working with the Guard and go full violent mode. And hopefully she will get mad with the other guys as well. Homegirl needs to unleash since episode 13 AT LEAST.
Also, since Leiftan refused to train her, I’m expecting that Lance will at some point. Sweaty training sessions with a strict instructor who she kinda hates but also kinda thirst for... 😏😏😏 I have expectations now.
My general comment is that I like the writing so far, I see much improvement from the previous season although it’s too early to judge. I loved the shade thrown at Miiko and the Guard test, you can really tell the writer’s thoughts sometimes, he uses Mathieu to tell us what he thinks. 
The one think I didn’t like is that, while I can understand most of the choices and the events of these two episodes, I don’t understand how the writing can justify Erika not looking for Ezarel if she were on her route. No time has passed for her, anyone would go looking for their lover in a situation like this, not just “oh well, he’s gone”. I know he can’t be brought back, but give me a good, logical reason in game. (Also, I hope to never see him and Valkyon as secondary non-datable characters because I would die inside).
About the other characters, I like Koori and Huang Chu, I don’t like Adalric, just personal taste, he seems to be the type of person who would be into yoga and spiritualism and it’s just not me at all lol.
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Bufugo are a bird-like creatures that are somehow both beautiful and painful to look at. They are found in sunnier, tropical climates, mainly showing up where their favorite food grows. Bufugo are about the size of a turkey and, despite their fancy feathers, have about the same flying grace as they do. Despite their winged appearance, Bufugo don't really fly. The best they do is jump really high or glide. Instead of flying, they prefer both a terrestrial and arboreal lifestyle. Their clawed arms are good for climbing trees, and their little legs certainly give them a lot of speed! They are very high energy creatures, always running around, chasing things and making a whole lot of racket. If you think of song birds as elegant stage singers, these are the rowdy drunks with a washboard who keep storming the stage. All their running about and screeching is actually them searching for food and claiming territory. They like to locate promising sources of food and then try to keep others from stealing it. Their cackles and shrieks are them warning others and telling them to scram, which is kind of strange because I am pretty sure no Bufugo actually listens to such a demand. There always seems to be a couple of them trying to sneak in to nab a morsel, or one who decided a outright charge (complete with fanfare) is the best strategy to scare off the keeper of this fruitful patch. What usually results is a whole lot of screaming and running around, as the one protecting its claim tries to scare off the intruders, while the offender tries to loop around to snag a snack for the road. While it would be easy to say that the biggest and toughest Bufugo gets the best territories, that really isn't true. While these creatures are not big fans of sharing, they hate the puffed-up head roosters who hog all the goods even more. This means that a group of smaller, wilier Bufugo will team up and launch an attack against the claim holder. This all-out assault is often more than any big Bufugo can handle, and they are forced to retreat. The team will then celebrate with a meal, which then will devolve in a screaming brawl as they fight over who gets what. At the end of the day, I think you can just call these fellows "active foragers," because these territories and claims don't really exist for longer than five minutes. So what is all this fuss about? What is it that the Bufugo fight over so crazily? Why, it is their favorite food: Peppers! Though Bufugo are omnivorous creatures, the main staple of their diet is peppers. Sure, they can eat bugs, worms, fruits and small critters, but the real meal they want is that spicy goodness! A fruitful pepper patch is what they desire the most, so that is what they fight over most often. They love nothing more than snapping a fresh pepper off the vine and chowing down! Such a pick, however, isn't just about flavor and nutrition! Bufugo like peppers for one very important reason, and that is defense! As everyone should know (and if you don't, you really need to expand your palate), peppers are fruit that have quite a kick in them (they are fruit, right? I believe they are a berry, but people use them like vegetables...cripes, I am a dryad and I don't even know)! A chemical that is found in them gives a burning sensation to many species who try to eat them. Some can be pretty mild, while others darn well nearly set your mouth on fire! However, not all species are affected by this chemical. Birds are immune to such burning, as they are the ones who help spread the seeds! Bufugo are another species that does not feel the pepper's heat when they take a bite. Despite this, the Bufugo tend to flock towards the peppers with the strongest burn, and why do think that is? It is because they use this burning chemical as a weapon! Similar to a cockatrice, the Bufugo will chow down on a pepper and store the most potent parts in a specialized crop. In there, they will mix and mash it with their saliva, creating a potent stew. When threatened by a predator or intruder, they will take aim with their narrow beak and fire a fine stream of spit. This attack is always aimed at the face, hoping to splash into the eyes and mouth. Non-avian species who get a dousing of this will suddenly feel like their face is aflame! It is a full dose of pepper heat right in your eyes! While it is not as deadly or infectious as a cockatrice's spit, those who feel it will tell you it isn't a pleasant experience! Such burning can last for hours and, depending on the type of peppers used to make it, it can leave you temporarily blind. Such an attack easily drives off predators, or can distract them long enough for the Bufugo to escape. While it is a potent weapon, it is one that they seem to have way too much fun with. Some species with such an ability save it for just the right moment, fearful of wasting it and getting caught in a jam. Bufugo, on the other hand, like to spit this stuff at anyone who even looks at them funny. This makes them quite notorious with the locals, and especially with foolish tourists. You get some fool sneaking up for a closer look at this gorgeous bird, only to get a fiery stream right to the face! And don't forget when these rambunctious creatures get into your garden or on your farm! Best wear eye protection before driving them off, or else you'll be suffering!      
Due to its burning spit and mischievous nature, the Bufugo has gained some fame in the local cultures. The most obvious thing that people have latched onto is their spicy saliva. Quite a few potent seasonings and hot sauces bear mention of the Bufugo, either in name or as a mascot. Their spit is also valued as an ingredient itself, said to be even hotter and more flavorful than the peppers they dine on. Some folk raise Bufugo like chickens, selling their feathers, eggs, spit as well as their pre-seasoned meat! Some chefs and cooks value the ingredients these Bufugo farms provide, while others curse their existence. Bufugo are not tame creatures, even when raised on a farm. They tend to escape the coop from time to time, and they never fail to find the fanciest garden in town to feast on. One chef's prized ingredients can wind up devouring the ingredients of another local cook! The Bufugo also tend to show up around fiery festivals and celebrations. Lots of costumes bear the feathers of these birds, especially for performers who specialize in fire breathing! It is no surprise they show up on so many garbs and paintings! They are quite gorgeous, but do be careful when you go for a peek! Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ----------------------------------------------------- Birds don't feel capsicum, you say? Ho boy, lets make a bird!  I hate making birds! Freaking feathers! And yes, I do realize the hands are wrong for such a creature. Got screwed up when I outlined it and just had to make do. (And now that I think of it, this is really isn't a bird is it? Boy this is so confusing).  
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yandere-daydreams · 4 years
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Now I Know it's no longer Mermay, but if you would find it in your heart, to expound on that deep sea giant mermaid who mistakes the darling's signal fire for a mating call thing? I have been lying awake thinking of the eldritch horror possibilities of its appearance or the first meeting, and have no idea what nightmare fuel descriptions you have stored away (but please tell me)
I might’ve gotten off-topic, but y’all should know I can’t resist and Big ol’ Boy. He’s super sweet, I promise, but I don’t think that’d be his Darlings first reaction.
TW: Alternative-Reality, Mentions of Starvation/Dehydration, Drowning and Memory Loss.
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You stopped trying to remember how you got here.
You couldn’t remember a lot of things, when you thought about it. The memories of your life before you’d woken up on this island were all blurry, fractured, pieces you couldn’t seem to put together from a puzzle you’d never agreed to solve. You weren’t sure if vines were supposed to move the way they moved in the jungle, twisting around your ankles like snakes if you lingered too long, nor could you be certain you’d ever seen buildings as big and tall and golden before. You never wandered inside them, but that was more of an instinct than a show of prior knowledge.
And you’d never seen something like him either.
You’d called him a trench at first. Not every dark, oddly shaped object had to be something ominous, and you didn’t want to assume it was. A sudden increase in depth would’ve explained why so few ships came in your direction, as well as the strange currents that nearly drowned you the first time you’d tried swimming more than a few paces off the coast, but that theory had been disproved the first time the sun set. You’d tried to sleep that night, but the sheer amount of glowing was enough to keep you awake.
There were as many patterns below the water as there were above it, swirling in their blue, blinding glory. Covering your eyes was useless, as was retreating further into the jungle, especially when the light only seemed to grow brighter as you left the beach. You would’ve said it was following you, if you didn’t know better, flecks and particles of stars never letting you stray far.
You stopped trying to sleep, after that.
It wasn’t like you needed to, though. You never felt tired, not after the first few days of moving sluggishly and attempting to convince yourself to close your eyes. The panic was always instantaneous, dread following shortly after and discomfort taking its place after you’d dismissed both. If felt wrong to do so, bad, the ache more prominent than the pain.
You could swear you’d been pulled under the surface again, at least once. Despite your hesitance to swim, there weren’t many other options if you wanted to eat. The animals on land were lean and evasive, the vegetation burned your skin when you touched it, and the fruit often contained unwanted ingredients, ones you didn’t think fruit normally had. But, there was a reef not too far off-shore, and the fish seemed edible enough.
Even if they bit and growled when brought onto land.
You must’ve passed your self-appointed barrier without noticing, one day, because your head was below the surface before you could notice you’d been caught in a rip-tide. The currents were… different, this time, dragging you outward and down at the same speed, never dawdling or dulling in their efforts. The exhaustion was overwhelming, at that point, your attempts to struggling seeming pitiful in comparison to whatever had closed around your leg, pinching your thigh and forcing the air out of your lungs, the pressure nearly unbearable by the time you came to a stand-still. You opened your eyes without thinking about it, the sting secondary compared to how much everything hurt.
That was the first time you saw him, too. Whatever you’d pictured was gone in the blink of an eye, replaced with this gigantic, swirling thing, with skin as black as the night sky and too many teeth that were all too sharp. There were too many aspects to describe, too many scales that changed colors as he moved, too many arms and fins to count, too many eyes, all of them focused on the prey trapped in his claws.
You screamed.
He smiled.
You weren’t let go, but you found yourself on the beach as night fell, heaving the salt-water out of your lungs as you dragged yourself to the brink of the tree-line, only collapsing when you didn’t have the strength to move any further. Still, you didn’t sleep, you didn’t budge, you didn’t even blink until you’d lost track of how many hours had passed.
You think you stopped trying to eat, too.
Walking became a luxury. Your hunger waned as the pain dissolved, dying out the moment you stopped thinking about it. Going near the sea was a risk you couldn’t take, and the jungle had never been an opition, shaded canopies and gnarling roots discouraging you whenever you found the strength to stand. Not that you did so often, you didn’t need to. If starvation was going to take you, it would’ve done so weeks ago. If sleep-deprivation would be your death, then by all means, you would welcome it with open arms.
Unfortunately, your body never gave out on you. The more you ignored your requirements, the more distant they seemed to be, soon abandoning you entirely. You wondered if you could dehydrate, but when you stopped taking sips from your apparently bottomless canteen, the headaches and dryness only lasted two days before they faded into the back of your mind.
It was funny, if anything. You didn’t think less than a gallon of water should’ve lasted you this many months.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed before he showed himself again, the tips of his nails emerging from the waves like sharks on the horizon. You hardly recognized them, but it didn’t take very many guesses to name your only company.
This time, you didn’t hide. You weren’t sure you cared what he would do, if he found you.
You stopped trying to get away.
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tirednotflirting · 3 years
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"I knitted you a jumper" with bach lashton (ashton is the one knitting obvs)
meghna you are the loml and this was so fun to spend the afternoon on, esp after trying to write these two again for AGGGGGES and coming up with something. so i hope you enjoy this <33333
can be read here on ao3 bc it’s like 3k bc i kinda ran away with this lol
Luke could pinpoint the exact moment the need for a hobby like knitting must have jumped into Ashton’s mind.
He always tried his hardest to wake up by late morning on his days off so his whole day wasn’t wasted away on sleep and could instead be spent running daytime errands or lounging about with Ashton. They had both nestled into each other’s homes pretty permanently in the last few months, their closets and grocery favorites split pretty evenly between Luke’s apartment and Ashton’s little hideaway. (Though Luke has to admit that his heart still flutters any time Ashton calls his little place home.)
It’s also pretty typical that his days off always begin with lazy cuddles beneath warm sheets before one of their stomachs starts throwing a tantrum for breakfast or Ashton decides it’s coffee time. But on one particular morning in late September, Luke wakes up alone, his arms reaching out for a warm body beside him only to find the sheets pushed toward him and the space cold, evidence that Ashton had been up for more than just a quick run into the bathroom. Luke sits up and lets the sheets fall to pool around his waist, his chest bare and cold without his human space heater to keep him cozy. His lips drop into a pout as he rubs the sleep from his eyes and he reaches for his phone to check the time. It’s just before noon but he doesn’t remember Ashton mentioning anything about morning plans. 
He drops the phone back onto the bedside table he’s claimed at the home Ashton’s taken up residence at since his “death” earlier in the year. It still never fails to astound Luke how Ashton’s careful way of living has been enough to keep the public believing the whole thing but some days he finds himself thankful for it. He knows their paths likely never would have crossed without it. Well, that and the fact that apparently Luke’s grocery store friend Calum turned out to be a childhood friend of Ashton’s from back home in Australia.
(The two of them had had a good laugh about the whole ordeal about a month or so into this thing that Ashton and Luke have had going since their initial meeting. Sometime in early summer Ashton had mentioned that the friend that owned the place was going to come over for dinner and Luke can only imagine how funny the face he made must have been upon seeing Calum walk through the front door.)
Luke wanders into the closet and pulls on one of Ashton’s jumpers before wandering out in the direction of the kitchen. His favorite mug sits on the island and he smiles after realizing it’s already filled, the color indicating that Ashton added the cream and sugar for him already. He lifts the mug to his lips and takes a sip while glancing around the room since he still hasn’t spotted Ashton. But then some movement just beyond the window tells him where to find his boy. 
He pushes at the sliding door that leads into the backyard, Ashton’s massive garden taking up most of the space. Ashton stands in the middle of all of the plots that once held all kinds of summer fruits and vegetables. Even from the door though, Luke can tell that something is wrong. Ashton looks like he’s having an argument with himself but also just looks a bit sad. Luke leaves the back door open (every day they get closer and closer to the point in the year where the weather will no longer allow the fresh air in the kitchen and they’ve been trying to take advantage of it while they can) and wanders over to where Ashton stands, his arms crossed and forehead wrinkled. 
“Good morning, sunshine,” Luke greets him, his voice still scratchy from sleep. Once close enough he presses a kiss against the creases in Ashton’s forehead and he feels them relax just the slightest bit beneath his lips. “What’s bugging you?”
Ashton sighs defeatedly and lets his arms unfold to wrap around Luke’s waist, his head dropping to his shoulder. “I picked a very summer oriented hobby. And now I don’t know what I’m going to do until spring.”
The concern Luke had noticed in Ashton’s face makes sense now. Ashton liked to stay busy, he went a little crazy without a project (the years of working in TV seemed to have left that effect even with the way he had found a way to escape that world). The back garden had been a great answer of where to expend all of that energy and their climate and location really wouldn’t allow it again until the spring. He was right.
Luke lifts his free hand to play with the grown out, faded black curls at the back of Ashton’s head. “How about some house plants? We’ve got great light in the living room here and at the apartment?” 
“I don’t know,” Ashton shrugs against Luke’s chest. “Just isn’t the same as getting to spend all day out here, I guess. But I could give it a shot.” 
Luke lifts his other arm to wrap around Ashton’s shoulders, careful that he doesn’t spill his mug. Ashton lifts his head from his shoulder and Luke finds himself pouting at the sad look in the hazel eyes across from him. “Don’t worry, Ash. You’ve got such a creative mind, you’ll figure out something.”
A small smile pulls at Ashton’s lips. “Mm, yeah, you’re right,” he starts as he lifts his face to press his lips against Luke’s cheek. “I’m going to go get what’s left from the green bean plants and we can do them with dinner? And would you mind unlocking the front door? Calum said he was going to stop by with a package from my mom.”
“Sure thing.” Luke drops his arms from around Ashton and lifts his mug for another sip. “Gonna make more coffee too. You want another mug?”
“Yes, please.”
Luke heads back in the direction of the house, his mind wandering with ideas for house plants he remembers his mom keeping around growing up as suggestions to share later. He stops just before reaching the door and turns back toward the corner of the yard that Ashton has made his way over to. “And don’t forget your hat if you’re going to be out here much longer.”
“Of course, love.”
Luke smiles, the domesticity of all of this hitting his heart for just a moment, and makes his way back inside to refill the kettle.
It’s a few weeks into November when the boxes arrive at Luke’s door. 
Ashton’s family had been visiting for the week and Luke wanted to make sure they had proper family time so he had made the choice to stay at the apartment in between shifts that week. He had come over for dinner to meet everyone earlier in the week but after that had left them to reconnect at the house.
He had just woken up about an hour earlier when he hears a knock at the door. There’s no one there when he goes to open it but there are probably close to ten small packages (why they couldn’t have all just been in one big one is beyond him) all addressed to Fletcher Hemmings.
(When Ashton started using the name to get orders delivered to Luke’s place, the brightest blush had painted it’s way across Luke’s face in an instant. 
“What?” Ashton had questioned, honestly. “Hardly anyone really knew my middle name anyway and it’s so much less suspicious showing up at your door if it’s got your last name on it.”
Luke spent the rest of the week with the thought of sharing a last name with Ashton on a constant loop.)
He knows he needs to finish getting ready and head off to the hospital soon, so Luke texts a picture of all of the boxes sitting on the kitchen counter to Ashton with a few question marks and finishes his normal run through the apartment searching for his scrubs (the turquoise ones, of course, since it’s Friday) and makes a coffee before heading down to his car. 
His phone starts ringing as he’s parking at the hospital. Luke smiles at the selfie of Ashton kissing his cheek before sliding his thumb across the screen and lifting the phone to his ear. “Doing some early holiday online shopping, are we?”
“Ha, not exactly. But the family has just headed off the airport so I’m going to head over and make sure everything got delivered, if that’s alright?”
Luke smiles softly as he hits the lock button on his car and heads toward the entrance of the hospital. “At some point you’re going to have to realize you can give up on this whole asking permission to come over. Ash, you literally get packages delivered there and have a key, of course you can come over.”
He hears a dramatic sigh on the other side of the line. “I know, I know. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Bright and early, as always,” Luke says while holding his ID card to the door to get the automatic doors to open up. He heads down the hall in the direction of his department, waving to those he passes with a smile. “You think you’ll be down for a sugary breakfast? I’ve had French toast on the brain all week and I want to hear all about your time with the family.”
“Yes absolutely, but I’m going to pick up some fruit on my way over. Balance is everything.”
“Alright, Mr Healthy. I gotta go,” Luke says while sliding in behind the desk and setting his bag beside his chair. “Love you, drive safe.”
“Have a good night, babe. Love you too.”
Luke smiles as he clicks out of the call and sets his phone down before tapping quickly at the keyboard to log in for the night. Behind him he hears someone clear their throat. “You know at some point you’re going to have to introduce us to this sweet man of yours. You know everyone would just be complete heart eyes like yourself if you brought him in one night.”
Luke rolls his eyes while turning to face Alex, the surgical resident that’s been on rotation in their department for awhile. “Fine, I’ll bring my guy in when you bring Jack by to hang out for the day.”
Alex laughs as he pulls out a couple files he must have been digging for out of the cabinet against the wall. “Oh, please, Jack absolutely does not have the kind of sense of humor that I can bring into a pediatrics department. Or at least not while I’m still working here.” He opens another cabinet and shifts the papers around in his arms to accommodate the growing pile he’s creating. “We can just double date sometime.”
Luke smiles and tries to hide his disappointment at the fact that there’s a zero chance of that ever being a possibility. “That would be fun.”
“Have a good shift, Luke,” Alex calls as he wanders back down the hall. “Tell all my favorites that Doctor Alex is bringing cookies tomorrow!”
“Will do!”
Luke wanders back into the break room then to make the first pot of coffee for the night and feels his phone buzz in his pocket while he rests his hip against the counter while waiting for the pot to fill with water. It’s a selfie of Ashton, his hair pulled back into a small bun, holding various bags of produce with a smiling Calum in the background. 
He remembers Alex’s heart eyes comment then and feels a blush across his cheeks as he replies with a string of fruit emojis and the story of the conversation he’s just had.  
*
Luke is used to arriving home after work to a sleeping Ashton against his pillow. Usually he’s wearing one of his t-shirts and it makes him feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy and just generally lucky and in love. So he’s surprised when he gets home at 8am to find Ashton sitting in the middle of the couch, his legs folded up beneath him with a pair of knitting needles in his hands and what appears to be a long scarf stretching out onto the floor. 
“Hey, love, what are you up to?” Luke greets as he walks into the living room after dropping his bag onto its hook. Luke lets his hands drop onto Ashton’s shoulders as he moves to stand behind him, his thumbs rubbing circles at the tension pretty much always present between his shoulders. 
“Well, a while back when I started having that crisis about what hobby to pick up for the winter months my mom suggested I try knitting,” he starts, his voice slow and a little distant as he obviously lets most of his concentration stick to the task at hand. “And she sent me some beginner’s materials and it turns out I don’t suck at knitting and it’s also quite fun. So I ordered a bunch more and now everyone is getting hats and scarves for the holidays.”
“That’s so lovely, Ash.” Luke smiles. Because genuinely, it really is. The living room at the house was filled with various house plants that Ashton had taken a liking to when Luke walked him around the gardening store on Facetime in October but he had been a little worried about Ashton having something a bit busier to occupy his time with. “So all the boxes were like, yarn and stuff?”
“Exactly. Though that’s all in the car now since I didn’t want you accidentally catching a sneak peek at the materials for your present. I want it to be a surprise.”
Luke jumps over the back of the couch to sit beside him. He wraps his arms around Ashton’s middle, out of the way of where his hands work, and presses a kiss to his temple. “I can’t wait to see it. Or wear it. Both, I guess.”
Ashton takes a second to finish his row and then sets his work aside. He turns to let his legs fall across Luke’s lap and drapes his arms across his shoulders. “I’m glad. I’m excited to make you something.”
As he takes in his boyfriend’s tired eyes and smile (it’s obvious this new activity might have gotten him up a bit earlier than usual), Luke can’t help but lean in to press their lips together for a moment. He feels Ashton relax more into his arms and the lucky and in love feeling starts flooding his mind again. Luke pulls back but lets his forehead stay pressed against Ashton’s as they giggle at each other for a moment.
“French toast time?” Ashton questions once they pause in their laughter. 
“Please.”
The feeling continues to float around in his brain as he watches Ashton cut up fruit while he flips the bread on the griddle. Though really, he thinks, that feeling has probably been taking up most of his mind since the day they basically wandered into each other’s lives.
“Would you hate me if I give you your Christmas present early?”
Luke looks up from his spot in front of the fire to find where Ashton stands in the doorway of the living room, his hands holding something wrapped in bright red tissue paper. He checks his page number and makes a mental note before closing his novel and setting it aside. “Of course not, I love presents. Though the last part of yours is still in the mail so if you wanted this to be an exchange, we’ll need to wait.”
Ashton beams, his eyes bright and happy. “No, no. I’m okay to wait for mine but yours is done and I want you to have it right now.”
Luke smiles and he pauses to take a sip from his first coffee of the morning. “Well, I would love to have it then.”
Ashton wanders across the room and takes a spot on the floor beside him and places the package between the two of them. Luke tugs at the ribbon wrapped around the paper and gently rips at the tape to pull it open. As he realizes what’s inside, his lips fall open just a bit, from shock or joy or both he’s not really sure. “Ashton, I-”
“I knitted you a jumper,” he says, his voice quick while his fingers nervously play with the edge of his sweatshirt. “And it was a little daunting and probably a little bit beyond my skill level with this but you like jumpers and I wanted to make you a jumper.”
The smile on Luke’s lips continues to pull across his face as he lifts up the soft, baby blue jumper that Ashton made with his own two hands and Luke specifically in mind. His heart feels so full, like it’s going to burst out from his chest and across the room. “Love, this might be the kindest thing anyone has ever given me. I’m like, never going to take this off.”
He watches Ashton relax some then, his smile shifting from eager into something more fond. “Well, you may want to wash it every once in a while but I really appreciate the enthusiasm. Also try it on now. I want to make sure it fits.”
Luke hands off his mug to make sure he doesn’t knock it over and Ashton takes a sip while Luke unfolds the soft garment and pulls his arms through the sleeves. It fits like a dream, which especially surprises him since Ashton never asked to take his measurements. Though he supposes he could have just been taking a tape measure to another one of his jumpers at some point in the last month. 
Luke sits up then and scoots closer to Ashton until he can pull himself halfway into his lap and wrap his arms around his neck. “Thank you, Ash. You’re perfect. I love you so much.”
Ashton pulls him closer toward his chest and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I love you too. Glad I can keep you cozy with my crafting.”
Luke laughs gently before he straightens up, moving to stand. “Alright, now it’s my turn to show you my love and appreciation in the best way I know how.”
Ashton pulls a face that’s a mix of confusion but also something suggestive, and Luke only rolls his eyes dramatically. “I’m gonna make the second pot of coffee.” He winks down at where Ashton still sits on the floor as they both start laughing.
Ashton reaches a hand up for help off the floor. “Man of my dreams, you are.”
And as they wander into the kitchen, Ashton hopping up onto the counter to keep his bare feet off the tile floor, Luke can’t help but agree.
*
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stormyblue90 · 4 years
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Blessed by the Gods pt. 2
Alexios meets his niece and nephew! Continuation of this oneshot!
Also tagging @alexi-ohs for some soft, post-Deimos Alexios.
Familiar red and white buildings came into view as the sun began to set behind the Taygetos mountain range. Alexios had finally returned to the lands of Sparta after being gone for three months. It was still strange to him, returning and having a growing sense of familiarity. The only reason it started to feel like he could possibly make a home here was his sister and mother. Had it not been for them, he'd still be the Cult's weapon, the monster Deimos.
It had only been two years since that day on Taygetos, Alexios was still gradually finding himself within the shell of Deimos. He still struggled with the occasionally violent outburst when provoked, or nightmares. They had thankfully, lessened as of late, his last nightmare had been just before he left on the Adrestia. He had come to take after his older sister becoming a mercenary. It was the only lifestyle it seemed he could be suited for now. Before, he had travelled together with Kassandra, however this was the first time he had been on his own due to her being a delicate condition. He was thankful for never having an episode while away. He had no intention of hurting his sister's friends onboard the ship.
"So how does it feel to return home?" Barnabas asked, his boisterous voice catching Alexios' attention.
"I'm...not sure." Alexios answered. "It's not something I'm used to."
"Perhaps with time you will." replied the soft voice of Herodotos, also accompanying Alexios' return to Sparta.
Alexios nodded silently, hoping that the old man would be right.
Both of Kassandra's friends had been willing to give her brother a chance, whether at her suggestion or not Alexios wasn't sure, nor did he care. He was thankful someone else outside his immediate family was willing. Slowly he had begun to befriend them as well. It wasn't hard to see why Kassandra enjoyed their company. Barnabas was bombastic, friendly, and his spirits never dampened. A welcome change from the fear, disgust, and coldness he had grown up with in the Cult. Herodotos was quieter, but patient. Alexios knew the man was insatiably curious, but he never asked uncomfortable questions. He would let Alexios open up on his own terms, at his own pace.
"How long has it been? Three months since you left these lands?" Herodotos asked.
"I think so." Alexios answered.
"Ha! By now you should be an uncle!" Barnabas cried.
He was right, when Alexios first left, Kassandra looked as if she was about to burst from her pregnancy. No doubt his niece or nephew had been born while he was away.
"You're right Barnabas. Hm, I wonder if I have a nephew or niece?"
"No matter, I'm sure they will the strongest warrior in all of Hellas!"
Alexios put on a mock face of offense before saying. "Only after ME of course!", causing the older men to chuckle.
Finally the three of them made it to the shared house of Kassandra and Brasidas, his sister carrying a large basket of fruit and vegetables inside.
"Good to see you're not fat anymore!" Alexios called out in a joking manner.
"I was not FAT! I was pregnant- Barnabas! Herodotos!" Kassandra turned and smiled seeing her old friends. "I didn't expect you two to come with Alexios."
"And miss out meeting the new member of the family? HA! Of course not!" Barnabas cried.
"I do hope motherhood has been kind to you Kassandra." Herodotos said.
"Well, it has been...surprising, and my biggest challenge yet. Please, come inside. I do hope you will be staying for dinner."
"Of course Kassandra, of course."
All three men followed her inside, finding Brasidas with the newborn twins, telling them various stories.
"By the Gods! You've had twins!" Barnabas exclaimed.
"How remarkable, congratulations to you both." Herodotos said, seeing the two swaddled bundles with Brasidas.
"Yes, twins. A boy and a girl." Kassandra replied.
"Like Apollo and Artemis!" Barnabas said. "You have truly been blessed!"
"Barnabas, Herodotos! It is good to see you here." Brasidas welcomed.
Kassandra sat the basket on the table in the kitchen before walking towards her husband, taking one of the twins, her daughter Zenais.
"Was Pater telling you exciting stories again little ones?" she asked, cradling her daughter who softly cooed in reply.
"Oh yes, I was telling them the story of how we met and fought in the Monger's burning warehouse." Brasidas said.
"Oooh how exciting!" Kassandra replied as her daughter giggled more.
Both parents brought their children to the older men, offering to let them hold their children.
"This is Zenais, in the red blanket." Kassandra said as she offered Barnabas the wrapped bundle.
"Awww look how small and cute she is!" He said, gently tickling the baby's nose, causing her to giggle and grasp at his finger.
Brasidas allowed Herodotos to hold the second child wrapped in white, "And this one is our little Leonidas. Though we sometimes call him Leon for short."
"Named for his great grandfather I see. Quite the legacy young one."
"Well, he was born with birthmarks resembling the constellation of Leo. It seemed to be fate." Brasidas replied. "And Zenais with an eagle shaped mark."
"Ah fate is a funny thing indeed. Who knows what these little ones will destined for." Barnabas responded.
"They'll be destined for whatever they choose, and a life full of love." Kassandra said.
Alexios stood by, quiet, letting the old man coo and fawn over the babies as if they were their own grandchildren. With how close they were to Kassandra, they might as well be. He felt rather awkward however, while he had been expecting to be an uncle for quite some time, it was still shocking to see. To know it was real, and not some distant dream he'd wake from. Alexios didn't know how to behave around, or approach a baby, leading to his sense of awkwardness. Something so innocent and fragile. He didn't even feel worthy to be in the same room as a newborn, let alone his own niece and nephew.
While the old men were happy to hold the newborns, Alexios made no effort to suggest he might want to. In truth, he was afraid to hold either of them. Afraid he'd hurt them, break them. Even though he had recovered immensely, he still felt unworthy to hold something so pure.
"Alexios?" Kassandra said, walking towards him. "Is something wrong?"
"I-I uh...never seen a baby before." he replied, quite sheepishly, shifting on his feet awkwardly.
Kassandra rolled her eyes, "Of all the things in the world that make you hesitate, it's a baby!" she chided. "It's ok, you won't hurt them by being in the same room. No need to be so anxious. This should be a good experience for you."
"I'm not so sure... But I hope you're right." he replied, cautiously walking over to them. He still dare not hold them.
Within a moment, his face changed from anxious hesitation, to curiosity.
"They're so small. And... pink." he said, looking down at his niece.
"Of course they are! They're BABIES Alexios." Kassandra replied. "Honestly they were much smaller and pinker three months ago when they were born."
Alexios glanced at her, a bit miffed at her tone. He just told her he'd had never seen a baby before, how was he supposed to know? He only knew they'd be small, but not quite how small, let alone pink and squishy looking.
A few hours had passed, dinner and wine was served and eaten, and numerous stories passed between everyone. The people and places Herodotos has seen, how Kassandra and Brasidas were adjusting to parenthood, the jobs Alexios had taken, and several of Barnabas' tall tales. A number of which he told with great enthusiasm to the twins who were both enraptured with his tales of monsters and gods; almost as if they already understood everything he said.
"They do love to be told stories." Brasidas had mentioned earlier. "Certainly helps calm them down when they get upset."
Meanwhile Alexios was still reluctant to make any sort of physical contact with either child. Although there was some sort of tugging in his heart to hold them. He wasn't sure why, but the longer he observed them, the more his curiosity grew, the more he wanted to hold them. However his fear and anxiety kept him from doing so, let alone asking.
As if she could read his mind, Kassandra spoke up.
"You know you CAN hold them, you don't have to just stare."
"No! No I uh...I can't- They're so...small and soft...fragile, I-I'd probably break them or-" he said, mild panic in voice.
Kassandra put her hand on his shoulder. "It's ok Alexios. You won't hurt them." she encouraged. "I know you won't. I trust you."
Those three little words, 'I trust you', meant so much to him in that moment. She trusted him, she trusted him with a NEWBORN. Kassandra never trusted easily, very few truly had her trust and confidence. If she said she trusted him, then she meant it and had every reason to.
He nodded, "Alright, if you say so."
"Alright then. Hmm, I think I've got an idea to help you feel less nervous. Wait here." Kassandra left the room and when she returned, in her arms were as many cushions, blankets, and pillows she could carry.
She placed them in a large pile on the floor, much the way she did so long ago as a child. Once she was satisfied she motioned for Alexios to come over.
"Sit here." she told him, and he did.
Kassandra walked over to the shared cradle the twins lie in, and picked up her son. She brought him over to Alexios.
"When I first held you as a baby, I was just as nervous as you. I thought I'd break you. So I did this." she gestured with a nod to the pile of pillows and blankets
"Oh.." Alexios hesitantly held out his arms, still nervous about holding his nephew.
"Don't worry Leon, your Uncle Alexios isn't as bad as Uncle Stentor." She said to her son and she gently placed him in Alexios' arms. Adjusting him where needed.
Alexios let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The small, fragile, pink child looked up at him with large eyes. The same color as his father's Alexios noted.
"Chaire...little one." he said awkwardly, his nephew cooing softly in response.
"See? He likes you." Kassandra told him. She looked towards her brother and saw something in his eyes she'd never seen.
Alexios looked softer, his eyes held a touch of wonder, relief, it was as if holding his nephew brought something out in him he'd not been able to bring out beforehand. She has been right, this would be good for him.
As Alexios settled into holding a baby, he surprised his sister by gently stroking his nephew's face with the back of his forefinger. "So...soft" he remarked.
Leon reflexively held onto his uncle's finger when it was in reach, causing a soft smile to emerge on Alexios' face. "You will be a strong one." he whispered.
Kassandra smiled, happy to see her brother growing more confident in his ability to be soft, gentle, to be human again.
"You know," she began, "this was YOUR blanket once."
"What?"
"The baby blanket he's wrapped in. It was yours. Obviously we weren't expecting twins, so I had to improvise. I'd been given your old baby blanket by a priest in Argos."
Alexios felt the fabric between his thumb and index finger. Perhaps he was imagining it, but it somehow felt familiar. Like he was recalling a dream he had a long time ago.
"I see. It does almost feel...familiar."
Leon yawned, clearly growing sleepy in his uncle's arms. "Looks like he's growing tired."
"Well him and his sister have had a big evening. Meeting new members of the family, must be exhausting for a baby. Alright my little warrior, time for bed."
Gently Alexios handed Leonidas to Kassandra as she brought him to his crib, Brasidas following with Zenais.
"I believe it best we took our leave Alexios." Herodotos mentioned. "It was wonderful to see you again Kassandra, and meet your children."
"It was great to see you too." Kassandra replied. "I'd say I'd join you again on the Adrestia soon but..."
"Ah do not worry my friend!" Barnabas said, "You have a family to look after! The Adrestia will always be welcome to you. Perhaps next time your little ones can join us!"
Kassandra laughed, "Maybe in a few years Barnabas."
"You two can head back to the ship." Alexios said. "I think I'll stick around for a while. Still haven't seen Mater after all."
Both men nodded, taking their leave as they hugged Kassandra goodbye. He wasn't sure how, or why, but somehow seeing his niece and nephew made Alexios feel like he could call this place home one day. He actually felt like there was something here he could protect. Alexios WOULD protect them he silently promised. He would make sure what happened to him would NOT happen to the twins. Alexios knew their parents felt the same, and he'd help make sure the pair were protected and loved as well.
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meangirlsx · 4 years
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Beetlejuice Comforting the Reader After Eating Too Much Halloween Candy Headcanons
At first, he thinks it’s kind of funny
“Too much Halloween candy? You breathers can be taken down by anything.”
But when he realizes you’re actually in discomfort, his demeanor changes
“Wait, candy can actually hurt you? Who thought that was a good idea?”
Then he finally softens
“How can I help? What can I do? Do you need me to rub your belly? Water? Vegetables? I don’t know how this works.”
He’s frantic and scrambling and it’s adorable
If it helps, he’ll rub your stomach for literally as long as it takes for you to feel better, or until you ask him to stop, whichever comes first
If rubbing your stomach makes it worse, he’ll do everything he can to avoid touching you and further hurting you until you assure him simply touching you won’t hurt
He’s relieved to say the least because he had already started missing touching you with or without a reason
You aren’t really sure what to do, either, but you insist that you’ll be fine if you just go watch some movies or something
He agrees and helps you set the living room up for some movies and cuddling but he’s secretly forming a plan
He disappears into the kitchen to get you a glass of water
He calls for Barbara because if there was ever a time when he needed her, it was now
She thinks it’s sweet that he’s so worried about you
She helps him put together an assortment of things that might help
Water, like he said he would get, as well as ginger ale
Hot water and a WIDE variety of tea, particularly focused on ginger, peppermint, chamomile, and lemon flavors
Any fruits and vegetables they can find in the kitchen that they know you like
Crackers and bread
Yogurt
And Barbara has all the ingredients and the blender prepared to make a smoothie if you only feel up to drinking your fruit and yogurt
You’re about to go find out what’s taking him so long when he comes back with everything he and Barbara put together
To say you’re shocked would be an understatement
“Beej, what did you do?”
“I didn’t know what to do and you didn’t know what to do so I called Babs because she always knows what to do.”
“You didn’t have to bother her. We could’ve just Googled it.”
“Googled?” he asks and tilts his head like a puppy
You can’t help but laugh at that
“A lesson for another day,” you tell him
Barbara assures you it was no bother at all, she’s always happy to help, then gives you a gentle hug and goes on her way
You help Beej spread all of the stuff on the coffee table
“Oh!” he shouts and disappears again
He returns with a small trash can with a fresh bag inside
“If you need to yack.”
You just blink at him
“I won’t judge. I’m dead. I’ve literally seen everything.”
You definitely don’t feel that bad but you thank him anyway
He gets excited all of a sudden and says he knows a way to distract you
He rushes to the porch and brings back one of the pumpkins you hadn’t carved
In a matter of moments, the pumpkin is expertly carved in his likeness
“Beej, no one will know who you are.”
“Exactly! They’ll wonder! So I’ll leave my business card with it and when people say my name, I can—”
He stops himself
“No. I can cause chaos any night. You said you want to watch movies, right?”
“You don’t have to change your plans for me. Go be a demon. I’ll still be here when you’re done. It’s Halloween.”
“Yeah. So they’ll expect it even less tomorrow. A night in with you sounds perfect. I don’t really want to spend Halloween without you, anyway. I mean, this is like my Christmas morning. You’re supposed to spend it with people you love, right?”
The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch watching Halloween movies and Halloween episodes of your favorite shows
A few late trick-or-treaters also stop by
You’re thrilled to watch as Beej passes out candy and only uses his powers enough to contort his face and body in funny, believable-enough-for-Halloween ways and throw little sparks around in the air, lighting an occasional leaf on fire at the most (though he definitely almost accidentally lit up a whole bush)
As you continue watching movies, he strokes your hair and your back to try to soothe you
He leaves little kisses along your head and neck and shoulders, sometimes without even really thinking about it
He asks at least once every half hour how you’re feeling
And as you slowly work your way through the little inventory he and Barbara made you, he checks it like his death depends on it to make sure you have enough of everything and never even come close to running out
Barbara checks on you later, too
She’s pleasantly surprised to find you and Beetlejuice curled up together on the couch, asleep
She also takes a picture to show you tomorrow so you can see that Beej is smiling in his sleep
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corny-pickuplines · 4 years
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Corny Pick Up Lines that are very Cheesy to Impress your Crush!
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Are you French because Eiffel for you.
Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cause I can see myself in your pants!
Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears!
Are you religious? Cause you’re the answer to all my prayers.
I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together.
I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?
Hey, tie your shoes! I don’t want you falling for anyone else
Do I know you? ‘Cause you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend..
You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.
For some reason, I was feeling a little off today. But when you came along, you definitely turned me on.
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Was your dad a boxer? Because damn, you’re a knockout!
Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend/girlfriend material?
What has 36 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk? My zipper.
I’m lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?
Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.
Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.
Are you sure you’re not tired? You’ve been running through my mind all day.
Somebody call the cops, because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!
I must be a snowflake, because I've fallen for you.
I know you're busy today, but can you add me to your to-do list?
If you were a steak you would be well done.
Is there an airport nearby or is it my heart taking off?
They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you.
Even if there wasn't gravity on earth, I'd still fall for you.
Roses are red, violets are blue, how would you like it if I came home with you?
I wish I were cross-eyed so I can see you twice
We're not socks. But I think we'd make a great pair.
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Your lips look so lonely…Would they like to meet mine?
Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.
Thank god I'm wearing gloves because you are too hot to handle.
If a fat man puts you in a bag at night, don't worry I told Santa I wanted you for Christmas.
I'm no photographer, but I can picture us together.
Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?
Pinch me, you’re so fine I must be dreaming.
If you were a chicken, you'd be impeccable.
How much does a polar beat weight? Enough to break the ice!
Are you a 90 degree angle? Cause you are looking right!
Nice to meet you, I’m (your name) and you are... gorgeous!
If I were a transplant surgeon, I’d give you my heart.
Are you Israeli? Cause you Israeli hot.
On a scale from 1 to 10, you're a 9... And I'm the 1 you need.
Did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven?
If I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together.
Hello, I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart.
Are you cake? Cause I want a piece of that.
My love for you is like diarrhoea, I just can't hold it in.
Are you lost ma'am? Because heaven is a long way from here.
There is something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn't have your number in it.
If you were a library book, I would check you out.
Are you a cat because I'm feline a connection between us
If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?
If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?
I'm new in town. Could you give me directions to your apartment?
I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.
You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent.
I want someone to look at me the way I look at chocolate cake.
Is it hot in here or is it just you?
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Are you going to kiss me or do I have to lie to my diary?
Feel my t-shirt, it’s made of boyfriend material.
You must be a magician, because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears.
Your name must be Coca Cola, because you're so-da-licious.
You're like a dictionary... you add meaning to my life.
My doctor says I'm lacking vitamin U.
Did your licence get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?
Do you like sales? Because if you're looking for a good one, clothing is 100% off at my place.
I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I think you're the gratest.
If you were a triangle you'd be acute one.
Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day.
My feet are getting cold… because you’ve knocked my socks off.
Wow, when god made you he was showing off.
If beauty were time, you’d be eternity.
Is your name Wi-fi? Because I'm really feeling a connection.
If looks could kill, you'd be a weapon of mass destruction.
Do you have a tan, or do you always look this hot?
Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.
If I were a cat I'd spend all 9 lives with you.
Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.
Are you from Japan cause I'm trying to get in Japanties.
If you were a fruit you'd be a fineapple.
I'll give you a kiss. If you don't like it, you can return it.
Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk past again?
When a penguin finds a mate they stay with them for the rest of their life. Will you be my penguin?
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Can I take a picture of you so santa knows what I want for christmas?
I'm new in town, could you give me directions to your apartment?
I'll cook you dinner, if you cook me breakfast
What does it feel like to be the most beautiful girl in the room?
Good thing I just bought term life insurance … because I saw you and my heart stopped!
If I had a dollar for every time I thought of you, I’d be in a higher tax bracket.
Hey, my name’s Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?
Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?
You’re so sweet, you’re giving me a toothache.
Did you swallow magnets? Cause you're attractive.
Are you from China? Because I'm China get your number.
Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?
Are you craving Pizza? Because I’d love to get a pizz-a you
Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together.
Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I've been touched by an angel?
Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?
Is your dad a terrorist? Because you are the bomb.
You must be a ninja, because you snuck into my heart
Can you pinch me, because you're so fine I must be dreaming.
I may not be a genie, but I can make all your wishes come true!
Are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koala-fications.
I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.
If I followed you home, would you keep me?
If you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.
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Are you a keyboard ? Because you are my type.
There is something wrong with my phone. Could you call it for me to see if it rings?
I've seem to have lost my number, can I have yours?
My lips are like skittles. Wanna taste the rainbow?
Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes?
Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!
Are you a beaver? Cause daaaaaaaaam!
Life without you is like a broken pencil... pointless.
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If I had a garden I’d put your tulips and my tulips together
Did you hear of the new disease called beautiful, I think you're infected.
I thought Happiness starts with H. But why does mine starts with U.
If you were a vegetable you'd be a cutecumber.
You know what you would really look beautiful in? My arms.
My mom thinks I'm gay, can you help me prove her wrong?
Do you want to see a picture of a beautiful person? (hold up a mirror)
Is your body from McDonald's? Cause I'm lovin' it!
Remember me? Oh, that’s right, I’ve met you only in my dreams.
Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I'm searching for.
Your hand looks heavy. Here, let me hold it for you.
I’ve been wondering, do your lips taste as good as they look.
Are you from Starbucks because I like you a latte.
Are you a banana because I find you a peeling.
Do you like vegetables because I love you from my head tomatoes.
Have you been to the doctor's lately? Cause I think you're lacking some vitamin me.
Do you generate electricity with water through the process of hydro power? Because dammmm.
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Do you like science because I've got my ion you.
Are you my appendix? Because I don't understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.
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The Girl in The Blue Dress
Chapter 7: Recruiting
@megatraven hehe some sweet fluff and funny fluff :).
Story Description: A girl named Rose is the kindest girl around. However, once she gets cursed, she is forced to die and live over and over again, always facing a fate that was cruel. She fell in love with a god and he fell in love with her. Will he be able to end the curse? Will he be able to ever save her from her fate? Or will their love be cursed forever?
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As years passed, he landed himself upon a kingdom. He missed Earth and decided to help around in the castle. The thing he didn’t expect though, was the king being horrible. He was used to people in a town being a big family, but now he watched as people suffered and the king was horrible to the workers (including him).
He decided to help out in the kitchen and he found it quite fun. He learned how to cook many things. He was confused at first but the other worker were kind and willing to teach him. Some of them were rude and impatient, but most of them wanted to help him. And there was another thing they all had in common.
They hated the king.
Apollo truly didn’t understand how someone could be so cruel and unkind, but he assumed he was just used to Rose and the kind people he had witnessed over his years on Earth. And now it was his turn to witness the cruel and the kind people.
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He was at another day of work and he was in routine. He would take orders from the other workers and begin to start on it. He would usually think about the things he was taught, but some days he only thought about Rose and the desire to find her again. Once he found out she was cursed, he felt the want to find her grow more and more. He missed Earth and wanted to live here, but he missed the person that made him love Earth again, and he promised himself that he’d find her.
As he was working, a worker beside him sighed a sigh of annoyance. It was one he did almost everytime he saw the king. It wasn’t too often, but he did see him in the hallways sometimes when he was carrying orders to people. Most of the time he wanted to punch him in the face, but he also wanted to take this food to people outside the castle.
“God, this king is annoying,” she said as she continued to gather ingredients for another order. He laughed and nodded.
“He truly is. I didn’t even know someone this cruel could exist,” he said, his tone becoming sadder.
“I know. It’s sad to live under his rule, but many people have no where else to go. Only to-”
The woman cut herself off before she could say anything else. She looked a little panicked, but shook her head and continued to cook. Apollo felt the need to ask her about it, but he didn’t want to pry. Once she was done cooking, she rubbed her forehead to get rid of the sweat, and he caught sight of something on her shoulder. It looked like a number written in black ink, but he shook his head and refused to pry (once again).
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This night he was made to close up the kitchen. He let the other workers leave and made sure he was alone. He loved nights like this because he would always grab a basket and fill it with food. Vegetables, fruit, some meats, and anything he could carry with him. He wouldn’t exit the normal exit, but through the back door where no one else was. He did this not for himself, but for the kids and the starving people. He’d go to a part of a forest (where he knew some people lived) and would play his harp. It was basically a signal to let people know he was there.
Once people heard it, many of the kids and adults would come out to greet him and he’d pass out the food. They’d always thank him and he’d just smile and say that it was no problem, and it truly was. He realized how spoiled he was on Olympus and he felt guilt. Many of the gods and goddesses turned a blind eye to the world and only visited their temples, but he didn’t even want to. He just wanted to visit the humans and watch them live their lives and try to help them. Rose taught him a lot and he’d always live by what she taught him.
Once he made sure everyone got food, he’d pick up his harp again and continue playing. Many of the kids sat in front of him and would hum the songs. He would always smile and feel his heart be lifted of his worries. Just for a little while, he let the guilt and everything slip away from him. However, everytime he saw a girl with blue eyes, and long, brown hair, he always was reminded of Rose, and he almost thought it was her. However, he didn’t get that feeling like he did everytime he did find Rose, so he knew it wasn’t her. She was never far from his thoughts, and he knew he’d find her again. Well, he prayed to Aphrodite every night that he would find her.
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After around 5 years of working at the castle, he began to hear some workers whispering about it.
“...Can he be trusted?”
“...I’m not sure. Maybe bring it up to him?”
Whenever he did look at them, it seemed like they were purposeful showing him their shoulders and he was right about what he saw. They had numbers on their shoulder. It was weird and he was curious but he didn’t know what to do. Well, he didn’t know what to do until one worker worked beside him in the kitchen and whispered to him.
“I know you see the numbers. I’ve wanted to ask you for awhile, but do you want to do something about the king?” The worker seemed anxious about asking him, but she looked at him with a look of desperation.
“What can we do?” Apollo knew he could do something. Hell, he was a God. He could destroy this whole town if he truly wanted, but he didn’t want to tell people that. He only wanted Rose and Melody to know. That’s it and no one else. Plus, he didn’t want to hurt people. He was the God of Music and healing, he didn’t want to bring destruction.
“There’s a woman we can go to. She’s at the tavern. You know the one right?”
He did know the one. He went to the tavern a few times and he enjoyed the company. He made some friends while being a little bit drunk and they were still his friends. He enjoyed people’s presence, but he never saw someone look like they were planning against the king.
“Should I meet someone there?”
“There’s a door in the upstairs hallway. It leads to a room of a woman that is very important. She’s trying to end the kings rule, but she needs help. We need help,” the worker smiled at him with determination and he smiled back.
Looks like a trip was in order.
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When he got off of work, he went to the said tavern and was greeted with some yells from the drunk men in the corner.
“Aye, Apollo! It’s great to see you man!” One of the drunk men went up to him and gave him a drunk like hug. He hugged him back but told him he had somewhere to be. The drunk man laughed a suggestive laugh.
“Haha! Is ol’ Apollo meeting a woman tonight?”
Apollo forgot that this tavern was known for many one night stands. He felt a blush rice to his face, but he let out an awkward laugh.
“No, sir. I’m sure they’re nice women, but I’m not seeing them tonight.”
Apollo bid the man goodbye and asked one of the workers if he could go upstairs. They nodded and he went to the door down the hallway he thought was the right one. He knocked and someone opened up the door.
Someone that seemed familiar.
He was met with blue eyes and blonde hair that seemed longer than her shoulders. She only opened it a crack, so he couldn’t see the room or anything else.
“What are you here for?” The woman was whispering and even her voice sounded the same to Melody. He wanted to smile at her like he was greeting an old friend, but he knew he had to act like he never seen her before.
“The king needs to be taken down. I heard someone could do something about it?” Apollo put on a smirking face. The woman seemed a little unconvinced and worried.
“How do I know you really want to join us?”
He couldn’t blame her for being cautious. He knew the king had spied and they were good at it, so he knew why they were being careful. However, a voice called out.
“Mother! Let him in. I wanna see him.”
His heart thumped as he recognized that voice. It sounded just like Rose. He was a little surprised at how it sounded just like her but he was excited. The woman (who he assumed was Melody) sighed and opened the door and gestured for him to come in. Once he came in, a blush rushed to his face.
The girl who he assumed was Rose, had a blue little dress on. However, it had thin straps on her shoulders, her chest was exposed a little bit, and it went down to above her knees. It looked like she was going to bed and he looked like he was going to work. He stuttered but knew he had to respond.
“Hi, ma’am. O-One of the workers told me that you were thinking of about taking over the kingdom?”
The woman laughed and nodded.
“Well, I’m in the planning stages. I don’t have enough people. But what would make me think you can handle everything?”
“What are you going to do?”
“I need you to fight me, just once. If you seem worthy to me, I’ll let you join me,” she said with a smile. She seemed truly happy to have someone wanting to join her. She leaned forward, her chest becoming a little more exposed, and smiled at him. He didn’t dare look down, he didn’t want to look and seem rude and wrong, but he did notice it. They had a little bit of a staring contest for a few seconds, but she eventually nodded and sat back up straight.
“Alright. I’ll tell one of the workers to tell you what day and what time, but irs time for me an my mom to go to bed. Have a lovely night.”
Her mother tapped Apollo on his shoulder and he listened to her and left the room. Once the door was shut behind him and he was in the hallway. His face still felt flushed and he had to process what she said. He had to fight her. He was strong for a god and he didn’t like fighting. He felt anxious but that blush wouldn’t go away. He didn’t know if she was doing it on purpose or she didn’t know she was doing it. He shook his head and decided to go and get a drink.
Once he got down there, his friends were still there and he joined them. Obviously, they noticed his blushed and one elbowed him in his ribs.
“Aye! You did meet a woman!” The rest of the men around him laughed and cheered for him in a friendly way. Apollo’s blush got worse and he kept denying it. However, he just placed his forehead on the table and waited for his to drink to arrive. He wanted to pass out from a drink and not pass out from his flustered face.
But he was ready for what layed ahead of him though. He was prepared to try and save her once again.
Not a lot of proof reading so sorry if there’s some weird mistakes djwndb.
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A Maddening World (Peter Parker X Reader) - Chapter Three
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Summary:  (y/n) was only trying to get volunteer hours in order to gain admission into NYU. However, the Stark Mental Institution held more than she bargained for when she meets her patient, Peter Parker. She never planned to get mixed up with someone who is set on the idea that an alien named Thanos snapped half of all living creatures away and made everyone else forget, yet here she is. The universe has a funny way of trying to correct itself.
Chapter One  ~  Chapter Two  ~  Chapter Three
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Peter pulled me down the hallway in his hast, taking so many turns I lost track of where we were. 
We finally arrived at a set of double glass doors which he quickly opened to reveal a beautiful garden full of fresh fruits and vegetables. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw what the hospital was growing. I know home grown foods are better for you, but I would have never imagined it being like this.
Peter kept going down the gravel path, each step leading us deeper into the mass of trees that created a canopy over rows of flowers. I couldn’t help but notice that under this cover, no one from the hospital would be able to see us.
"What is this place?" I asked Peter, growing slightly anxious from my thoughts.. "This is the garden where they grow some of the foods we eat at the hospital. I go here almost everyday. For the most part, only staff comes out here and that’s only to harvest what grows. Everyone always forgets that there’s more when you go far enough." He continued to hold my hand as he led me to a beautiful gazebo in a sea of flowers. I could hear the ripples of water the breeze created on the small pond just to the right of it. "It's beautiful," I gasped. I’d only ever seen a place as enchanted as this in movies. "Yeah", Peter whispered staring at me. I met his eyes before his head snapped back to the gazebo as if he had just come out of a trance. "Sorry, uh, yeah it's beautiful. I like to go here during my free time, it's somewhere I can just relax." He let go of my hand and walked to the farthest bench closest to the pond. I stared at him for a minute before following in his footsteps and taking a seat next to him. We sat in silence, but it wasn't like earlier. This felt like the type of silence you can only achieve with someone you've known for years and truly trust. Soon I realized that his gaze has changed from the lily pads to me. "Why did you volunteer? Really."
"My friend Liz asked me to volunteer with her. She didn’t want to do it alone, and well she was able to convince me once she brought up the point that it could help me get into NYU." I don't know why I told him this. I haven't even told my dad that I want to go to NYU. "That’s cool, NYU is a really good school. You definitely seem like the type of person they would accept. I mean come one, you radiate intelligence."
I blushed at his comments, “I don’t know about that, my counselor told me I’m toast if I don’t get volunteer hours.”
He nodded in understanding, “Hence why you’re here.”
“Well, yeah, but like I said, it was my friend who mentioned we should volunteer here. I would have gone to a soup kitchen otherwise.”
He laughed at me for a minute before looking down at his hands. "Peter…can I ask you a question?" "You just did. But yeah, why not? We'll make it a game, almost like 20 questions,” he smiled back at me. "That sounds like a good idea. I know this may be too much right off the bat but, why are you here? You don't seem like you should be." Peter looked down again before speaking, "I'm guessing you heard stories about what everyone else thinks?" "Yeah, they say you believe that we all lost our memories and half the planet died or something. Dr. Beck said you won't let go of it. But, Peter, I asked you because I want to hear it from your perspective." "You know what, this game is stupid, we should probably head back to the hospital." I could sense that he was closing up to me again. I was upset by this, but I also couldn’t blame him, he has only known be for a day. I check the time, 11:57. "Yeah", I said reluctantly. “It's almost lunch.” We walked in silence back to the hospital. I could tell that we took a step forward and a huge leap back, erasing all progress made. Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut? When we arrived at the cafeteria, all of Peter’s friends were already there. I gave a small wave to Liz, who was sitting in the corner with Brad. She smiled back, motioning that we needed to talk later. I nodded back to her as Brad gave me a huge smile too.
Peter went to get his food and medication while I went to the table we sat at this morning. I felt eyes on me again and turned to find that it was Brad. Just like this morning, he was staring at me smiling. 
I heard a cough and turned my head to see Peter glaring daggers at Brad. "So, (y/n), I know you want to go to NYU, but what would your major be?" 
Betty shared a look with Ned after hearing Peter’s question. I didn’t understand what it was for, but MJ seemed to be upset about it. "Um, well I’m trying to become a forensic scientist. Actually, my mom was or is too, I honestly don't know at this point." "What do you mean you don't know if your mother's a forensic scientist?" MJ stared me down while waiting for me to answer her question. "Well, a couple of years ago, I lived in Staten Island with my dad and mom. I honestly don’t remember much from that year or even a couple years before that, I blocked most of it out. Unfortunately, I do remember my mom leaving to go to work and never coming home. I tried to call her and eventually I called her work, but they had no record of her for some reason. I’m not exactly sure what happened, all I can hope for is she’s okay. After she left, my dad never talked about her, almost as if she never existed. But despite all of that, she gave me my love for fighting crime in the best way I can, with my mind. " "I'm sorry that couldn't have been easy.” Peter gave my hand a light squeeze as he spoke. "It's not that big of a deal. It was a long time ago. I don't even remember what she looks like anymore, so I can’t find her anyway." Peter gave me an apologetic look, almost as if he knew things that I didn’t. I smiled softly back at him though, trying to show him I'm fine. Even though I didn't tell him the whole truth, I don't think he needs to know it. We've only known each other for a day and I’ve already trusted him with more knowledge of myself than even Liz knows. Peter looked at the clock on the wall before getting up and walking towards the door, gently pulling me behind. "It's 12:28 and Happy doesn't like it when we're late. Plus, you're new, you don't want to get on his bad side yet." We kept walking until we got to a glass door or the 5th floor. Inside, I could see some of the other patients and their nurses sitting at some of the tables. "Exactly 12:30, good, at least you’re not late again Parker." Mr. Hogan said this as he sat in the middle of the room. "Now then, today we'll be sword fighting." I was immediately shocked by Mr. Hogan’s idea. I can’t question anything myself because I don’t know any better, but I wouldn’t think giving mental patients swords to fight with is the greatest idea. I follow Peter to two vacant seats as Mr. Hogan explained the rules. "Happy, we’ve sword fought before. Why are we going over the rules?” A patient who I’ve never met before spoke. "Mr. Thompson, I doubt that our new staff members know the rules. I bet most of them are shocked that we give you swords. Am I wrong?" I realized that the last part was directed towards me. I could feel the piercing gazes of everyone in the room. I slowly nodded my head with a smile as the patient huffed.  "Now that that's settled, why don't I explain the rules. Everyone is to participate, even if they have never held a sword before. There is no maiming, aggression, or anything else that can result in injury, mentally or physically. You will only be using blocking and attacking moves, so that excludes flips and trying to impel your opponent. Now then, everyone should already know their teams so grab a sword and begin." Everyone went to grab a plastic sword from the bucket at the front of the room. I lagged behind slightly, nervous about what will happen. 
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ned talking to Peter, slightly nudging him. As I turned around to face them, they quickly dispersed. I went to Peter and he raised his sword, motioning for me to do the same. Soon we were battling each other, though it wasn’t much of a battle since Peter was weirdly good at combat. I’d never seen a guy be so agile and graceful.
Before we knew it, it was time for Percy to see his tutor. "So, where are we going next?" "My room. Mr. Harrington doesn't really work here like Dr. Beck. He works at Midtown High School, but volunteers to tutor, well really teach, the patients at the hospital." "That's really nice of him. So, what are you learning now?" "Well, I’m pretty ahead of what he planned, so we mostly just focus on chemistry and Spanish at this point." I nod my head as I watched the numbers in the elevator slowly rise. 
Peter’s door was already open when we arrived.  A man was sitting on a chair by the window unpacking his bag. His brown hair fell to the sides of his face with a slightly off center part. He had a matching beard and glasses to complete his underpaid teacher look.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Harrington. You must be Peter’s new nurse. Mrs. Cohn, the receptionist told me you would be here. It's lovely to meet you." "You, too. I'm (y/n)." "Well, (y/n), I'll be here everyday at this time till about 2:30. I hope I don't bother you." "Of course not. I value education above everything." "Good." He said before taking a deep breath and grabbing at his papers again. He turned his head to look at Peter, who was standing next to me. "So, Peter, let's get started. Last time I was here we were learning about how to..." I began to tune out their conversation as I went to sit on Peter’s bed. I began to think about everything that has happened today. There was Brad, who seemed to like me, but he was a patient here. It also seemed that Peter didn't like him very much, which is a problem since he’s my patient. Then again, it shouldn't really matter what he thinks. But on the other hand, I was able to open up to him so easily. Apparently I was thinking for a while, because the next thing I know there was a loud cough. I looked up to see Mr. Harrington and Peter looking at me. "I'm sorry. I guess I spaced out, were one of you saying something?" Mr. Harrington laughed, "I was just saying goodbye. It was lovely meeting you (y/n)." "Oh, well it was lovely meeting you too.” I shook his hand as I said this.
He gave me one last smile before turning to Peter again, “Remember to do your homework Peter."
Once Mr. Harrington left, I turned back to Peter, "So, it's your free time. What do you want to do?" "Is sleep an option?" I gave a breathy laugh, "Well you could, but you have homework, don't you?" "I can't say no, can I?" "Nope," I answered popping the p, "but you can say that you'll get started on that homework and be a good student." Peter pulled a face, “I can finish my homework in no time. Can't we do something else? I could take you to my other hiding spot." "If you take me to the other spot, then you would have to do your school work after dinner. But, you would only have an hour to do it." "That’s plenty of time. I can have it done in 30 minutes if I really wanted to." "Okay, fine. Where's this hiding spot of yours?" "Take my hand," he smiled, extending his hand. I look at it questioningly. "I won't bite come on." He shakes his hand a little bit and I look up at him. I got lost in his eyes and almost as if I was in a trance, my hand went into his. I felt something in the pit of my stomach, that I can't really explain. He tugged on my hand and off we were. Again.
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Bubble Shit (The Borderlands Series, Part 9.)
Series description: Not many people had the chance to see a vault or to mean anything in the world of Pandora. Will a hardly built relationship in the loneliness of the desert would have the potential to change anything in the world of anarchy and chaos - or will the friends try to murder each other?
Part Summary: Along with landing on Eden-6, you actually had to go through the plan to know how many people you recruted and how much of a chance you might stand.
Warnings: A lot of guns, violence, reader is a tough badass - not a vault hunter tho. They’re badass and don’t give a fuck. And Scooter is a dumb bitch, as always.
Word count: 2 K
Tagging: @notaliteraltoad​ @mayacaroni​ (maybe you’ll like the series and you’ll stick around, I just thought you might wanna get notified!)
Series master list:  H E R E
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In every meaning of the phrase, it was sir Hammerlock to the rescue. It also turned out that sir Hammerlock was the one who Scooter had contacted and the one who was willing to go with you on the suicidal mission along with his lifetime partner, Wainwright Jakobs - who turned out to run the whole Jakobs company alter. Which was exciting you - you were just too furious to show any emotion.
"Thank for savin' our asses back there. I couldn't exactly handle the landin'." - Janey smiled at the duo driving the car while the rest of you sat in the trunk pressed on each other. It was rather uncomfortable for everyone, but everyone shut up so you wouldn't start another conflict.
"No problem, miss Springs. Wainwright and I knew about your planned arrival and as soon as you weren't on the spot on time, we knew something went wrong. Excuse us for arriving as late as we did, it wasn't the simplest task to find you in here." - Sir Hammerlock answered nonchalantly and you looked at that dude with a furrow. It wasn't that you hated him, but you were too angry to even say thank you. Scooter was pressed up to your side and you tried to scoop away to Rayray's side without a stroke of luck. That gross son of a bitch was just pressed to you and you could say that it makes him extremely happy.
"No problem, Hammylock! How had ya been? Ages since I saw ya for the last time!" - Scooter yelled directly to your ear and you were just ready to strangle him to death when the nearest chance comes by. That guy was just a pain in your ass.
"It was rather difficult, Scooter if I might say. I had a hard time accommodating here on Eden-6, but the fauna gives me much more choices than the Pandora's did!" - Hammerlock's big, rosy lips curled into a happy smile and you almost melted under the look he gave to Wainwright. These men were in love, there was no doubt about it. And you were with love at their idea of love.
"I have a new girlfriend, see?!" - Scooter yelled all over the car and suddenly, you two were the main interest of everyone. You were his what? He said what? Your patience was wearing thin and Scooter seemed to just make himself sure he'll piss you off as soon as he can. - "Ya have a similar arm, that's super cool!" - Athena was just as confused as you were along with everyone else in the car. Exactly since when you became his girlfriend? Did you miss that? Was he assuming this based on the fact you two held hands for about ten minutes? Was Scooter actually five? You moaned in distress and bit your lip.
"I see. Nice to meet you, miss! My friend's friends are my friends!" - Hammerlock turned at you with a smile and offered you a handshake. He had the metallic hand on the same side as you did - on his left. - "By any chance, are you two distantly related?" - Hammerlock asked with a furrowed face and you almost choked at the question once again.
"I haven't met this dude until two weeks ago. We're not even friends." - You yelled back at Hammerlock and he raised his eyebrows in wonder.
"I see, miss!" - He answered after a short while. - " You're stepping up your game, Scooter." - Hammerlock told the man beside you with a wink, whatever that meant. The rest of your way was almost awkwardly quiet since anyone knew why the hell Scooter would say that you two are in fact in a relationship. That dude seemed to be an actual five-year-old not having only severe brain damage, but showing a case of schizophrenia with seeing and feeling things that weren't based in reality at fucking all.
"This is some bubble shit." - You muttered out when you were getting off of Wainwright's car and almost hissed at when Scooter offered you his palm. No. Last time you held his hand, because you were scared to death, he figured out that you're dating.
But the amazement over Wainwright Jakobs' mansion was something that made you forget about everything as you tried to look at the house. Is was huge. Like fucking huge. You heard stories about this house being the foundation for every Jakobs rifle, revolver, shotgun, and stuff like that ever made. You loved to use the guns since you found yourself on Pandora’s surface, so this was like a beautiful dream.
"Are you shitting me?" - You looked at Athena and she gave an unknowing look back. - "This is the goddamn Jakobs mansion. Every Pandorian cowboy’s dream." - You whispered.
"That's true, miss. It's always nice to meet someone whos interest in my family's business... In a good way. And may I say, I haven't seen this shotgun for a long time." - Wainwright took the shotgun from your back and he skillfully flipped it between his fingers. - "I think that we don't make these for more than fifteen years. A true ancient one." - He put it back on your back.
"You-you’re... That Jakobs? Like that gunman Jakobs?" - You stuttered out, following him inside as Hammerlock offered everyone food and something to drink before a long meeting you were scheduled to have.  
"As far as I am concerned, I think I am. I can show you some of my wares and maybe give you a good-luck gun, how does that sound?" - Wainwright smiled at both you and Athena entering the meeting hall by his side. You almost suffocated. That Jakobs was willing to give you one of his guns as a gift? This adventure was slowly looking better and better.
"You won't be going with us?" - Athena asked when she saw you being on the verge of screaming, laughing, crying, smiling, and freaking out.
"No, unfortunately, I have a family business I have to keep my eyes on, but Hammy will be accompanying your little party. He already contacted a lot of people, so you don't have to be alarmed, ladies." - The man smiled, yet you barely got a word from what he said. You were still drooling and having heart-eyes because of the offer you got. A Jakobs’ gun will be given to you as a good-luck gift. Oh, dear Buttstalion, this was your best day.
It was kinda funny seeing Rayray and Blindy not being accustomed to such a luxury - any member of your party was, but in fact, you at least were living like normal people. These bandits were living in Ham’s Creek, one of the creepiest looking assholes you've ever had seen. Hammerlock offered you plates of fresh vegetables and fruits, which almost made you cry since it felt like centuries since you saw normal food for the last time. All you were eating on Pandora was Skag bacon and home-made bread, sometimes you didn't eat at all and drank vodka only. And they even had some normal water and juice. That house was heaven and you didn't want to leave. Ever.
"Now that we’re in safety and everyone's here, we might go through the plan Scooter and I had put together, shall we?"  - Sir Hammerlock smiled at everyone and adjusted the monocle with the broken glass he wore.
"We know that the distress call - if you wanna call it like that, came from Athenas. For those who might not know, this place was and is inhabited by sirens. So we knew that Maya is there possibly, which is why I didn't contact her for our cause - I'm sure she already knows what's heading their way." - He told you and suddenly, pictures of Athenas’ landscape appeared everywhere around you. It was a beautiful place - which you hummed to Athena while stuffing your face with slices of carrot.
"I tried my best with calling Brick, just as you said, Scooter, but he is off to his own business, I guess. Unfortunately, he won't be able to reach us. However, mister Mordecai had answered my call and he has only one condition - nothing shall happen to his new pet friend on our adventure." - Hammerlock smiled and when you saw pictures of these men, your breath got stuck for a moment. Youve only heard stories about Vault Hunters, since you were a child. But these men looked dangerous and unpleasant, especially Mordecai with his bottle of alcohol, just... Just like you were looking all the fucking time.
"I contacted miss Tina next, and I am courageous enough to say that she is more than thrilled to accompany us on our journey since she was screaming something including the world's bomb, mothersuckaz, and blowing up." - Another picture was showed to you and holy fucking christ, that girl looked insane. And that wasn’t meant to be a compliment. She looked nuts.
"Next on the list was mister Zer0, Marcus and Torgue, miss Gaige, mister Krieg, and mister Axton yet neither of them answered the call. And... The last one came to volunteer herself. This young lady’s name is Fiona and according to her words, she is a con-artist of sorts, as far as I was able to understand." - Hammerlock looked at Scooter. His eyes opened up and you didn't know what on Earth should be your response. You didn't know anyone from the names you've just heard.
"Naturally, I thought about the route we will have to take and to calm miss..." - He pointed your way since he hadn't even know your name. - "We won't be taking a flight by a rocket since our Fast Travel system is working just fine. We shall take a small detour to... Uh... Boom Town as it is called, to pick up Tina and mister Mordecai. Miss Fiona told me that she will meet us in Athenas. In my opinion, ten people, especially as dangerous as miss Tina, are enough to make a difference on the battlefield." - Hammerlock told each of you honestly. That sounded like a plan that someone thought about.
"And the attack, Hammerlock? How do we plan to do that?" - Athena next to you asked. Hammerlock nodded and pointed his finger at her, showing you other landscapes from Athenas.
"You had to notice that this terrain isn't exactly the most pleasant to have the surprise factor on our side. We talked with Scooter about this." - Hammerlock nodded and Scooter stood up.
"Janey and Pickle were using a thingy called Stingray on Elphis and I tell ya, man, that thingy is cool as hell. So, I thought about playin’ with the engine and gravity sensors a bit, makin’ it fly much higher than before! And we might need a machine to, ya know, even make us the damn car on that planet since I don't think it's connected to the network." - Scooter told Athena, and it could be heard that he's an expert in this area, and Janey jumped into the conversation with her engineering and mechanic talents.
"In that case, we have to do somethin’ about the core and the coverin’, mate, because I'm worried that this will be our biggest problem. Elphis didn't have atmosphere and Athenas do." - She said seriously and you looked at Wainwright with your heart-eyes again. Scooter nodded and both of them left the room to work on the machinery. Everything seemed to be too real for you. Just too real.
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