#one day i will draw Rey and actually like how she turns out

[starryjaybird]

Conceptual drawings (I guess?) of a scene where Leia opens up and tells Rey about what broke their little family apart and why.

#aaand any doubts Leia had about somethin weird goin on after Rey returns from Ahch-To are put to rest #emotional plot points i really needed to be addressed #leia #reylo #rey #ben solo #kylo ren #skywalker family drama #one day i will draw Rey and actually like how she turns out #this wasn't it... #alt ix

[ladyinwriting18]

Return (Rey x Ben)

Summary: After his death, Rey longs for the touch of her other half. That is until he comes to her and gives her hope that maybe…..just maybe he's actually alive.

Words: 4195 Warnings: PIV, Virgin Rey, First time sex. Author's Note: Hi everyone this is my first official Reylo writing. I've always enjoyed reading Reylo but never felt confident enough to write it. That is until an artist by the name of Claire (theriseofswolo on twitter) created a beautiful drawing of Rey and Ben that sparked my creativity to the point that I knew I had to write this. I hope you enjoy reading this!

“Rey…..”

Someone is calling her name. But she doesn’t feel like answering. “Rey?”

She groans, irritated that someone would try and disturb her sleep. “Can you hear me?”No. Well technically she could, but she didn’t want to. All she wants is to stay curled up in her bed. She had been restless for hours, like every other night. No amount of tossing and turning could bring her comfort. So now that the blissful oblivion that is sleep finally has finally taken her, she doesn’t like being bothered. This has been her life since settling on Tatooine. She’s able to keep herself busy during the day, but at night? That’s when loneliness creeps in. Slowly and inconspicuously, like a spider crawling along its web. “Rey, are you there?”

She had already said ‘No’. Because waking up now would mean another night awake with a pain reminiscent of her heart being chipped away at. Piece by piece until there’s nothing but an empty hole. She whimpers at the memory. Not wanting to experience that type of pain ever again. But this is her life now. This is what it feels like without her dyad…her other half. Without Ben. “Sweetheart, I need you to hear me.”

Her eyes flutter open then because no one has ever called her that before, and the only person who she’s imagined calling her that is— “Ben?” She turns over and finds him kneeling beside her.

But she is no longer in her bed and they aren’t in her bedroom. Around them is nothing but darkness. Except…it’s not the type of bleak darkness. There’s a glow…a warmth. As if the moon is bathing them in her light. But there is no moon or sky for that matter. In fact, there isn’t even a floor. Ripples of light fan out from where Ben crouches, giving the appearance that he’s sitting atop a pool of water. That’s when she notices that he isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. “I’m dreaming,” she states, because this wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen him in dreams.

Like her own personal tormentor, her mind has a nasty habit of conjuring him when she’s at her most vulnerable. The sound of his voice, a flash of him from the corner of her eye, or fantasies where his life force hadn’t faded away on Exegol. But Ben shakes his head, looking far too beautiful for someone who had died bloody and bruised. “It’s not a dream, Rey. It…It feels like how it used to. When the Force would connect us.”

She slowly sits up, moving a fraction of an inch closer, and notices how he shifts to close his legs a bit more for modesty. He suddenly seems painfully aware of his nudity, but Rey is too entranced with the feeling of simply being here with him. He’s right. This feels like when the Force started bringing them together while she was on Luke’s island. Except, now they’ve been through so much–both together and separately. “But how is that possible? I watched you die…I felt it.” She grabs the front of her shirt, right above her heart, sounding pained. But before Ben can respond, her eyes shift back to his. “Are…are you real?” His brows furrow slightly, and he looks down at his hand as if to study it. “I suppose…” If he wanted to say more, she doesn’t give him the chance, because she’s throwing herself into his arms. There’s only one way to find out, and this is it. She buries herself into his chest—finding him solid and warm. His arms come around her, holding her steady as he plants his foot to keep them from toppling over. A strangled sob leaves her. “I can touch you! You’re here.” She cups the side of his face, threading her fingers through his hair. They brush against his ear, his—as she just found out—adorably large ear. Tears blur her vision. “You’re really here.” Realization crashes over them and quickly turns into emotions. Raw, powerful emotions that have them both groping at one another. Her hands grip his face and shoulders, while his own cradle the back of her head and spine. “I feel you,” he gasps, his own eyes starting to water. “Stars, I can really feel you.” And then they’re kissing so hard that their tears begin to mingle, but neither of them cares. Not when they feel undeniably whole. All the jagged pieces within them soften and dull until they slip together like puzzle pieces. Everything feels right. No more sadness. No more pain. No more longing. It’s just them. The way it was always meant to be, even before they knew one another’s names. Rey isn’t sure how, but somehow in the midst of their kissing, they had shifted. She’s lying on her back now, with him leaning over her to the point that she’s trapped beneath him. She can feel every inch of his muscular frame pressed against hers, but it isn’t enough…she needs more. 

Pulling at his broad shoulders, she coaxes him to rest his full weight on her. He hesitates and she huffs, tugging firmer until he gives in. There can be no separation between them. Not now or ever again. She wouldn’t go back to the numbing bleakness that she’d been living in since defeating Palpatine. Their mouths slant over one another's, deepening the kiss. She feels the tip of his tongue glide along her bottom lip, causing a moan to slip out. He answers her moan with one of his own, except it’s deeper and hungrier. It makes her shiver and her hips involuntarily buck. That’s when she feels something hard pulse against her thigh. Her eyes dart downwards and catch a glimpse of his member. It’s long and thick with trimmed black curls at the base. And though Rey has never seen one up close…or really at all. She’s overheard Poe enough times to know that when a man hardens like that, it’s because he wants to have sex. 

Ben Solo wants to have sex with her.  Her heart pounds in her breastbone like the steady beat of a drum. She knows she wants this because there’s no one else she feels she’s meant to be with. However, that doesn’t rid her of her anxieties. 

She needs to tell him that this is her first time or else she risks making a fool of herself. She doesn’t want that. She wants her first time to be perfect. He’s still kissing her, lost in tasting her mouth with his tongue. She can already feel a wetness pooling between her legs at the skillful way he moves his tongue. It’s near impossible to break away but she knows she has to. 

“B-Ben,” she tries to hide the tremble of her words and her blush-stained cheeks. “I’ve…never done this before.” “Do you want to stop?” he asks immediately. “No!” she shouts back, effectively shutting him up. Embarrassed, she clears her throat and lowers her voice. “I don’t want to stop. I want to be close to you…As close as I possibly can be.” His dark eyes seem to soften as a small smile tugs at his mouth. “I want that too, more than anything.”  She tries to not let her inexperience show, even though she’s already admitted the truth. “Will…Can you teach me?” A chuckle bubbles up from his chest, momentarily upsetting her. Is he laughing at her? But he chases those worries away when he nuzzles the tip of his nose against hers and then places a kiss on her forehead. “Of course, Sweetheart.” That name again. It has her toes curling. 

She’d do anything to hear him call her that again. His fingers tug at the hem of her nightshirt, instantly refocusing her attention. He undresses her slowly, admiring every bit of newly exposed skin. Anytime she tries to help, he shoos her hands away. “This is my job tonight,” he whispers just before leaving a delicate kiss on her right nipple. His lips are so full that she finds herself wondering how they would feel kissing all of her. With his knee, he nudges her legs apart so his fingertips can trace along her belly before traveling further until they reach the dark nest of hair that lay between her thighs. She watches his every move with wide eyes. “Do you know what this is called?” he asks lustfully before moving his hand to his own body and gently gripping himself at the base. “And this?” Heat burns her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her breasts. “Of course I do!” she snaps. “I’m not an idiot!” 

His features harden. “Do not call yourself that, do you understand me?” His tone is stern, sounding more like he did when he went by the name Kylo Ren. It gives her pause, but in this context, also excites her. When she doesn’t argue, he relaxes. “I wasn’t saying you’re an idiot. I was only trying to see if I could ask you my next question.” “Which is?” He meets her gaze, looking rather smug. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman? How they become one?”

Not wanting to lose her nerve, she attempts to answer, “They…You…put yourself inside.” “That’s right.” He grins as he praises her. “And then what?” Rey swears her entire face is redder than the Tatooine suns. “Go on, Sweetheart,” he croons. “Say it.” 

“I…” He must sense that her uncertainty is getting the better of her because he finishes for her. “I fuck you until you cum for me.” Her throat has gone dry so she merely nods. “Is that what you want, Rey?” Something tells her that nodding won’t be enough for him. “Y-Yes…And I…I want to know how to make you feel good too.” “Shhhh,” he soothes while smoothing down her hair, “Don’t worry so much about that. Whatever brings you pleasure will do the same for me.” She nods, willing herself to believe him. “Will…Will it hurt?” Refusing to lie to her, he answers honestly, “It might. The first time usually does for women, but I’m going to take care of you and I’ll stop the moment you need me to.” She nods again, and Ben brings his hand back between her legs. “Do you trust me?” “More than anything,” she responds without hesitation. No sooner than the words leave her lips does he cup her sex in his palm. His fingers spread her open, gliding through her folds. “Shit,” he curses breathlessly. “You’re already starting to get wet.” “Is that a good thing?” she can’t help but ask. He kisses her with a nod of his head. “It means you're aroused. It’s your body’s way of getting ready to–” “Take you inside?” she tries finishing for him. The words sound rather juvenile to her, but from the hunger in Ben’s eyes, he very much enjoyed hearing her say it. His fingers brush against that sensitive bud that Rey has only ever accidentally touched. She gasps, feeling her legs unconsciously open wider. He repeats the action and her head falls back onto the floor with a soft thud. “Have you ever touched yourself here? Have you made yourself cum before?” The light touches turn into slightly firmer circles and she swears she can see stars. She tries answering both of his questions at the same time even though all she wants to do is moan. “N-No, never. Not on purpose. And it…it never felt like this.” She’s very aware that she isn’t making sense, so instead she sends her thoughts through their bond. No, she’s never made herself cum before. She’s only ever touched herself accidentally or out of curiosity. But his touch? His touch feels different. He cocks his head to the side. “Different how?” She had been praying that he wouldn’t ask her to explain, but of course, he does anyway. “Feels…better. Your fingers feel better.” The cocky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, reminding her of Han. He’s more like his father than he could possibly know. His fingers pick up their tempo, rubbing her harder and faster until she’s bucking up into his touch. “That’s it, just like that,” he praises, keeping her caged beneath him no matter how hard she thrashes. “I can feel your clit pulsing against my fingertips. Are you going to cum, Sweetheart?” “I don’t know!” she sobs, her hands gripping his biceps hard enough that her nails leave half-moon imprints behind. “Hmm, let me try this,” he muses, more to himself than to her, but all the same, he shifts the position of his fingers—leaving his thumb on her clit and the rest of his fingers down by her opening. She feels every nerve ending on her body sparking like an electrical wire when one of his fingers slips inside of her. His digit is thick and long just like the rest of him. It feels good but she tenses when she realizes he’s inside. “Shhhh, Rey. It’s alright. You’re alright. I’m going to go as slow as you need me to.” She hadn’t realized that she had shut her eyes, so she opens them and finds Ben smiling down at her. “That’s better. Now, take a deep breath with me.” He doesn’t wait for a response, just demonstrates how he wants her to breathe. This doesn’t seem like the time to argue, so she follows his instructions. Breathe in. Hold it. Count to five. And release. Somehow that pause was all she needed to bring her focus back on the pleasure. She looks at him and gives him a small nod for him to continue. He moves his finger in and out of her depths slowly. So slowly that she almost feels impatient, but he clearly has more experience with this than she does.

The thought causes a crease to form in her brow. However, Ben is there to kiss it away. “Don’t think about that, because they were never who I needed…They were never you.” Tears prickle at her eyes but she doesn’t want to cry again. She links her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him back to her and kissing him as she tells him not to stop. Eagerly, he returns her kiss and resumes the movement of his finger. He works it in and out of her, gradually picking up the pace. She starts making the lewdest, whiniest noises she’s ever heard. She’d be worried about sounding pathetic if he wasn’t rolling his hips into her thigh in an attempt to gain relief from his ever-growing erection. Doing this with him feels filthy, and yet…so right. Like this had always been where she was meant to be. “Can you take another finger for me, Sweetheart?” She’s already a babbling mess so she mumbles out an ‘uh-huh’ and a second finger enters her, filling her up and stretching her out. She wonders if it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Especially not when his thumb keeps its attention on her clit. Her mouth falls open into a tiny ‘o’ and her body trembles while more heat continues to pool and drip out of her. “You’re beautiful. I could watch you like this forever.” Rey shakes her head ‘No’. She’s never thought much about her looks one way or the other, but beautiful? That’s not a word she’s ever used to describe herself. “You are, Rey. So fucking beautiful and all mine.” That part she can agree with. She is his. All of her. Just like he is hers. Desperately, she tries to say that out loud but it’s too difficult forming words when there’s an unfamiliar pressure building up in her lower belly. She whines his name, dragging out the letters in a desperate attempt to get him to understand her needs. He presses his lips to her temple. “I think someone is about to have their first orgasm.” She shakes her head ‘No’, not wanting this to be how it happens. “Together. W-Want to cum together.” Ben smiles wide enough to show his teeth and lovingly whispers, “We can and we will, but let yourself cum like this first.” “No, not yet.” He’s clearly trying to be patient with her. “Rey, women can cum more than once. It’s alright–” But she cuts him off with another defiant shake of her head. “Together, I want it to happen together!” He gives in with a playful huff. “I almost forgot how stubborn you can be.” She’s tempted to debate him on that, but the words die on her tongue when his hand is replaced with his torso settling between her thighs. It was happening—they were about to become one. She’s never felt more excited and anxious all at once. Sensing her emotions, Ben runs his hands along the sides of her body. “I feel it too.” She chuckles at his choice of words, recognizing them from the first time they met. Guiding the tip of his length to her slit, he breathes in deep to keep in control. As much as he didn’t want to cause her pain, the ache in his balls makes him want to bury himself in deep. “If I hurt you, I need you to tell me the moment it becomes too much, do you understand?” “I understand, but you won’t hurt me, Ben. I trust you.” Hearing this renews his confidence. No matter what happened next, he would be here to take care of her. As carefully as he possibly can, he pushes into her. Her walls are slick from being so close to her peak, but still, her face contorts in pain once he’s almost fully inside of her.  Ben stops his movements, allowing her to adjust to his size. He can’t deny how challenging it is to not ram himself into her at full force. She swallowed him up, urging him to fill her with cum.

He focuses on steadily breathing through his nose, holding eye contact as he slowly inches out–watching her face for any signs of discomfort. He works on sliding in and out with slow, calm thrusts. The resistance of her inner walls starts to lessen. That is until he presses forward—entering her deeper than before. She winces, making a strangled-sounding noise in the back of her throat.

Ben’s breathing is ragged…uneven. He would do this right. He would take care of her. “Are you alright?”

She responds with a high-pitched, ‘Mhmm’, and he knows she’s lying. He stops moving altogether and cups the side of her face. Closing his eyes, he sends soothing tendrils of the Force through her, minimizing her sensation of pain so that she doesn’t have to suffer. Within moments, her face relaxes. “Better?” he asks and she silently nods in amazement. He tests the waters by cautiously thrusting his hips into hers and is relieved when she sighs in pleasure. It isn’t long until those sighs turn into moans as she holds tightly to his shoulders. He feels her legs shifting on either side of him, opening up for him like a flower in bloom. “Go on, wrap your legs around me.” His permission has her feeling bold so she brings her legs up, interlocking her ankles behind his back. The new position has the tip of him brushing some magical part inside of her that makes her feel like she’s soaring and choking all at the same time. 

“Fuck,” he swears with a slight tremble in his voice. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” She’d never heard it called that before, but Stars did it sound good when he said it like that. She whines his name, begging for more once she has his attention. He moves his hand between their bodies and finds her clit again. “B-Ben! F-Feels good. I–” She can’t continue because her eyes are falling closed and her breaths are coming out in shallow gasps. 

Behind her eyes, colors splash together in a messy portrait that depicts every action that has led them to this moment. It’s overwhelming to the point that she thinks she might cry, but Ben’s hand slides along her cheek. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She does and finds him breathless, panting above her with sweat beading along his brow and his hair disheveled. He looks wild…needy…and all hers. “I love you, Rey.” Her heart swells and fresh tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you too. L-Love you so much.” Her words spur him on, he grips her hip in his hand, hard enough to leave markings of his fingertips behind, and picks up the pace of his thrusts.  “N-Need you to cum. I need to feel it.” He doesn’t have to beg for her to hear his plea. She nods, the pressure in her stomach from earlier returning. It’s all too much and yet not enough. Is this what cumming felt like? “I…I feel like I might b-break!” she cries out, unsure, but unable to stop her body's natural reaction. Ben groans, head tilting back for just a moment at the feeling of her clenching even tighter around his cock. He’s so close, just at the very edge, but he wouldn’t fall into oblivion. Not without his Rey. “Yes. F-Fuck yes, just like that. Just let go and let yourself cum.” Her back arches off the floor and her cries go quiet. “Cum for me sweet girl.” Then comes the unfiltered and unrestrained song of her orgasm.

Trembling, pure, and breathtaking. The sheer beauty of it sends Ben over the edge, cumming with a shout of her name and emptying himself inside of her. He can’t remember the last time he came so hard. Maybe it was never. Maybe only Rey could make him cum like this. Together they rock through their aftershocks, clinging on tightly to one another as they refill their lungs with enough air to function. When he no longer feels like a newborn fathier, Ben detangles himself from her and lays down on his side. Rey turns over to face him, coyishly biting her bottom lip. “Hi.” He hums, slinging his arm over her waist and hauling her to him. “Hi there, beautiful.” This time when he calls her beautiful, she blushes, burrowing herself into his muscular body. “That was…” She struggles to find the right word to describe what they’d just done. She tilts her head up, chin resting on his chest, and says the only word she can think of, “Wonderful.” He grins smugly, brushing his lips against hers before huskily whispering, “You can say that again.” Rey giggles. She’s never been flirted with before, least of all by the former Supreme Leader. She decides that she likes this new side of him and snakes her arms around his middle for a hug. He hugs her right back, shifting a bit so he’s on his back and she can use him as a pillow. With her ear placed over his heart and Ben’s fingers running along her spine, it isn’t long before exhaustion creeps into her limbs. She stifles a yawn but there’s no use trying to hide from her dyad. “Sweetheart, I can sense how tired you are. Why won’t you let yourself sleep?” She forces herself to lift her head and shakes it, hysteria overtaking her thoughts. “I can’t! Ben, what if when I wake up, you’re gone again? What if this is a dream?” He firmly takes her face in his hands so she can’t look away. “It isn’t a dream. I’m here, Rey. Do you—” But his voice goes mute. His lips move but no sound comes. “Ben? W-What’s happening?” Rey watches in horror, feeling him slipping from her. His form is fading and so is hers. He realizes it too and frantically tries to hold onto her. “No! Don’t go! Please don’t leave me again!” She goes to grab his shoulders but her fingers touch nothing but air. “Don’t, Ben! Please! Come back!” Rey bolts upwards and finds herself back in her own bed. Alone. Sobs wrack her slender frame before she has time to even fully process anything. She cries like a child who’s lost their mother with hot, heavy tears that stain the blanket in her lap. How could she have been so stupid to think that Ben had actually found his way back to her? She goes to pull her knees to her chest but is greeted with a throbbing soreness from between her legs. Lowering the blankets, she not only finds that she’s naked, but there is a bit of dry blood on the sheets below her. How could that be? Her eyes dart around, looking for any other sign of him but all she finds is a newly forming bruise on her hip. One that distinctly looks like someone’s hand had been there. Ben’s hand.

He had touched her.

It had been real.

Rey turns her head to her bedroom window and looks at the rising Tatooine suns with a new sense of purpose.

It was time to go and find her other half so she could bring him home.

#reylo fanfic #reylo #reylo smut #lady in writing #ben solo #ben solo x rey #kylo ren #reylo art #kylo x rey

[io-lu-art]

just a looong ramble analysing and rethinking Rey's character and turning whatever conclusions I get to into my headcanon without changing any plot points in TFA because I don't have the energy for that....

First things first. With everything I write here and publish on my blog from now on I refuse to believe that TROS ever existed. Everyone is free to have their personal opinions as long as they don't harass or hate on anyone, and this is mine. Almost every choice in that movie has left me scarred, even up til now, 4 years after its release. I thought I can ignore it, like any other healthy human being, but - oh boy, I cannot. If you are interested in reading another ramble on that, here's the post.

Since I am writing my own take on what could happen after TLJ (you may call it a fanfiction, I'm gonna call it a fanscript since that's gonna be its format), this post serves the purpose of getting my head clear around what's the deal with Rey, analysing, and lying down a solid foundation for my WIP. The story I'm writing has barely reached the end of Act I (out of III) at the moment I am composing this commentary, and I constantly notice that I get stuck with Rey's character every time I have to think about her for different reasons I will address down below.

I will make some rewrites as I see fit and necessary along the way for her character to make sense to me. All rewrites are in Tumblr's

chat style

This post will be linked to my AO3 fancifction as a reference for people to understand how I treat her character as soon as that one will be finished... *clears her throat* ...ANYWAY-

Let's have a look at Rey, shall we?

Rey's introduction.

When we first meet Rey, there is already a lot we get to learn about her. She's a scavenger. On a pretty much deserted desert planet. Water and food are scarce. She gathers parts during the day to sell them in exchange for food rations.

She has no friends, no family. She's lonely. And has been for quite a while. And yet, though hard, it looks like a pretty peaceful and stable life. If it were significantly different, we would have gotten introduction scenes of her battling some gangs or other scavengers for parts or something. But instead we were provided with beautiful, peaceful cinematography and John Williams' incredible score.

She manages. She manages because she has to and has never known to do otherwise. This on its own is already a very solid introduction. And it becomes even more powerful as we are provided with additional context later on, as she tells BB-8 that she's waiting for her family.

We know who she is, what she does and what she wants. No more questions, right?

Well, this is where it gets confusing, at least for me: there's one shot in Rey's introduction which always leaves me puzzled about her actual wants. It's the moment she puts on the rebel pilot helmet.

Maybe I am reading too much into it, but it feels like it kinda wants to draw parallels to Luke Skywalker in ANH? What exactly is the purpose of this shot? Is she putting on the helmet just for fun? Is it to show that she is still a kid inside? She seems to enjoy herself. Is it to show us that she maybe wants to be a pilot...? The gesture on its own is too little information to imply that, let alone that she already is a very skilled one, so probably no. Then, is it, perhaps, to show us that she dreams of more? Like Luke, who wanted to get off the planet that is "farthest away from the bright center of the universe"?

The interpretations, especially when looking at it in context to the rest of the movie could go on and on and on.

Quick detour.

The reason it works so well with Luke's character is because from the very beginning, with everything he does and says, it is perfectly clear that he doesn't want to stay on Tatooine. It's his only want when we first meet him.

Luke has friends who tell him about the galaxy. He seeks adventure.

And he's very impatient about it.

Everything he says basically SCREAMS how much he hates it there.

Now back to Rey.

Am I expecting Rey to show the same interest in getting off Jakku with the same attitude and level of energy as Luke, should that have been what TFA was going for? No, of course not. They are (supposed to be) two different characters after all. But I do believe that, given the setup, that helmet scene leaves too much room for confusing and unnecessary interpretation. (More so because I am trying my best to avoid nostalgia bait wherever I can.)

I am not denying the fact that she wouldn't have heard about the wider galaxy, that she wouldn't wonder about what it would feel like, being out there. People travel. And with people traveling, so do stories. So if you want to hint at that, do it subtly, all the while keeping the focus on her biggest want.

I might really just be reading too much into it, but still, in my humble opinion, a way to solve this confusion is cutting out her interaction with the pilot helmet completely. Let me demonstrate.

Inside her home we already see this self-made rebel pilot puppet. Just like the puppet lying around, instead of having her pick it up and putting it on,

the helmet remains part of the environment, stuck in the sand. There could even be a close-up on it as Rey puts down her empty plate next to it when she has finished eating if you really want to show it. She then rests her arms on her knees and looks up into the sky, following the ship that has just departed from the far outpost into the high atmosphere until it disappears. Waiting.

What is achieved by changing the interaction with the helmet is that it keeps her wants just as clear as Luke's. Luke wants adventure. She wants her family back. Period.

...I rewatched this scene after writing these paragraphs and yes, I admit, in the end it happens so fast that one could probably just let it pass and interpret it as Rey being very bored and using it as entertainment to wait out the days. But even if it were just that, the effects this little tweak would have on the following scenes is quite interesting to look at nonetheless.

The tweak I am going with from now on: Having her not actively wonder about possible adventures at all. She doesn't believe those stories to actually be true, because she's never allowed herself to. She's never allowed herself to actually want to ever leave Jakku.

What would it mean for her characterisation? It would make her slightly more serious and grounded. And the movie (except for the helmet scene) actually already treats her that way. Notice how she, while fixing BB-8's antenna, takes a moment to look at him before asking:

She's never seen such a droid before. At least not in such good condition. So, of course, she's curious. But when BB-8 says it's classified, she only laughs about it. "Classified? Really? Me too. Big secret," as if to say, haha, yeah, right. She rejects that possibility. And she doesn't bother asking any further, because when she is confronted with the choice to go and explore, she is reminded of her promise to herself, which is that she will wait for her family until they return.

Now, here is where I insert some very subtle "rewriting". When Rey first meets Finn, she is suspicious of him...

...and should actually remain suspicious,

instead of admiring him and falling into this, let's call it, "excited, fangirly smile"...

She doesn't know him. She has no reason to trust him. Instead, the tone of this line should be one that reflects her emotions as it slowly gets to her that those stories she's been hearing about might actually have some truth to them, that there might actually be a wider world out there. So make her be gradually interested.

Huh. This man I just forcefully hit to the ground, a Resistance fighter, knows about BB-8 and his classified information. What are the odds of that?

"So you're with the Resistance?" Rey asks suspiciously, looking down at the man.

The man stands up, brushes the sand and dust off his jacket and answers, "Obviously. Yes, I am. I am with the Resistance."

Rey frowns, "I've never met a Resistance fighter before," scanning him with her eyes. Why would there be any on Jakku? Nothing ever happens here.

"Oh, this is what we look like, some of us. Others look different."

Rey cannot help a little smile at his strange attitude. She looks back to where BB-8 rolled off to. Puzzled, she tells him, "BB-8 says he's on a secret mission. He has to get back to your base..." Even hearing herself pronounce that out loud feels so surreal to her. None of this makes any sense. Why-

"Apparently he has a map that leads to Luke Skywalker and everyone's after it."

What? "Luke Skywalker?" she asks, confounded.

CUT TO ACTION.

Whether she wants it or not, the plot forces her into the stories she's been hearing of. You don't want to believe they are real? They're real, all right. She has no choice but to run and get along. And later, she does get more and more interested, specifically when she meets Han Solo, the legend himself. Her whole beliefs turn upside down. It's exciting and she embraces it. Why? She's made a promise to BB-8 that she will get him home, and those things kinda come hand in hand.

Rey's physicality.

Rey is very fast to jump into action. She doesn't think twice about what she's doing. She just acts. Because that's how she's learned to survive all this time on her own. When she but hears BB-8 struggling in the distant sand dunes the first time they meet, she immediately reacts and goes to help (which also shows how compassionate she is towards people - and droids - in need of help).

And she's incredibly stubborn about it. If I may even word it like this: it's something she carries with pride.

So she's a good fighter. And I have but one request: DO. NOT. FORGET. THAT. HER. FIGHTING. STYLE. IS. ROUGH. AND. DIRTY. AND. HAS. NO. TECHNIQUE. WHATSOEVER. WHILE. THE. STORY. PROGRESSES. OK? Ok. What else? Ah, yes. Piloting. I don't know which of the two aspects has brought more uproar in the SW community, with the addition of the Force to these 2 points making people call her a Mary Sue, her being overpowered and so on. Let's have a look at that.

Rey's piloting skills.

She obviously knows her way around the Falcon. And it's plausible. "This ship hasn't flown in years!" It's been there for quite a while. Maybe she has had the opportunity to sneak onto it once. What about her flying skills? Well, that takeoff definitely had me worried. At this point I am even amazed this ship is still all in one piece. Which has me thinking... just a thought...

While trying to get those TIEs off their tail, Rey damages a visibly big part of the Falcon's exterior. "Ups," she comments, hastily checking the controls. Ok... The ship still flies. All good.

"What was that?" Finn calls from the gunner position, seriously worried for their lives.

"Nothing to worry about!" Rey quickly shouts back. All in all, the flight is messy as hell, and the Falcon needs some heavy repairs. But they still manage to get out.

"Nice shooting!"

"That was some flying! How did you do that?"

"Thanks! I don't know! I've flown some ships, but I've never left the planet."

(This is me reacting to their dialogue in the new context:) Yeah, guys, good work! You've almost destroyed the Falcon in the process, but you're alive, so I guess it's fiiiiiine.

What am I going for here? Adding to their level of expectations, which are... pretty low, and hopefully Rey's likability.

And then, later, Han is horrified of the state his ship is in, "Who did that?" Rey doesn't answer his question, but instead immediately offers her help, "I can fix that for you," feeling a bit ashamed of handling the ship of a legend this carelessly. And Han is... well, Han about it.

When would the Falcon get those repairs, you might ask? Eh, *hand gesture* there's plenty of time on D'Quar for that while they discuss how to blow up the third Deathst- *clears her throat* Starkiller Base. And obviously it's not gonna be Rey doing those repairs.

This addition tones down her abilities, puts more focus on her skills as a scavenger and makes her more relatable. I'd also argue that it puts more weight to her decision to eventually decline Han's offer to join the crew because of her wants. You see, once immersed into the real thing, the stories becoming true, meeting the legends, she becomes genuinely curious. She asks questions. Why did Luke leave? What fight? She gets incredibly excited when Han offers her a job. And yet, despite all, she still wants to go back.

Nevertheless, Rey displays pretty amazing piloting skills under those stressful circumstances on Jakku. After all, flying the Falcon is....

Her instincts are implacable. One might even say that she*

She just isn't aware of it yet. It is not until some scenes with Han and the rathtars later that we get the first hint.

The Force.

Now I might be wrong, but I have a theory, which is that the piloting performance under high pressure on Jakku might have been it. The Awakening.

The Force calls to Rey through Luke's lightsaber. And she listens to it, not knowing what will follow. She experiences the Force vision, and is horrified.

"That lightsaber was Luke's, and his father's before him, and now, it calls to you!"

"I have to get back to Jakku." Again.

Even when Maz tells her, "You already know the truth. Whomever your waiting for on Jakku, they are never coming back,"

she still refuses to believe that.

Tears run down her cheeks

and she shakes her head. No.

"But there's someone who still could."

Rey frowns. What is Maz implying there? "Luke?" she asks and realises what it's leading up to, and doesn't like it. Her emotions are a mess. She gulps back and keeps shaking her head as Maz speaks.

"The belonging you seek is not behind you. It is ahead. I am no Jedi, but I know the Force. [...] The light. Feel it. [...] The lightsaber. Take it."

Rey doesn't want to hear of it. Any of it.

"I am never touching that thing again!"

Rey just witnessed complete horror. She is in denial. Keep in mind her clear wants from the beginning of the movie. Ideally her want for her parents to come back should be replaced by the character fulfilling her needs at the end of her arc. But we're not nearly there yet. What Maz tells her about the Force completely contradicts Rey's experiences. She cannot just accept the truth. And how does she handle it? She runs away. She's terrified.

She wants to go back to the way things were before any of this mess started. But the plot doesn't let her run away that easily. It knows she has to face her fears, one being her fear of the Force and one the fear of perhaps never making it back to Jakku ever again.

It forces her further into these situations, making it impossible for her to get out of them. She's trapped. Literally and figuratively. And fighting her way out won't work this time, the one ability she always relied on to save herself. It's her darkest moment. And if that were not enough, Kylo Ren, this stranger, this man inside that mask, the man from her vision, shoves all her insecurities right into her face.

"And Han Solo." Rey jolts up. Either out of fear of possibly betraying Han and slipping, giving away a location, or out of rage that Kylo has gone too far into her personal space. Either way, this rage gives her some strength to oppose him. "You feel like he's the father you never had. He would have disappointed you."

"Get out of my head!" He backs away for his own reasons, not wanting to think any more of his father, but still holds onto her mind. Rey does all she can to withstand him, and the longer she does, the more time it gives her to understand what is going on.

And Kylo senses it. What he's trying to do here is not working. Concern washes over his face, which makes him lose control over the situation. The connection opens, inviting Rey to tap into his mind. She's inside his head. Now she understands. She understands she can use this power on him, too. So she does.

And there it is. She's strong with the Force.

And that's intentional. Why? For reasons we discover in TLJ and numerous other fanfictions. (TROS? w-what's that-)

She has found a way out of the situation. Now, has she ever heard of Jedi mind tricks? Maybe? But remember what she just discovered: She just tapped into Kylo's mind. So she tries that again on the stormtrooper. Because when she knows how to act, she just does. She's always been confident in her physical abilities and skills. Why would she have to treat this new power any different? And luckily it works, after 3 tries.

And that's fine. Let's move on. Kylo kills Han. Explosions.

Notice this. Even though she knows she now has these new powers, the same powers Kylo has, she still draws her blaster at him after calling him a monster. She acts on emotion and choses the quick, familiar way.

I actually like to believe that Rey really doesn't know what the Force is and how it works, at all. How would she? Yes, Maz did tell her about it, but how do Force-powers manifest in people? She's never seen anyone use it before, upon meeting Kylo Ren. So in every scene she does use it, she just copies Kylo. That's the only reference she has. Remember how proud she is of her physical abilities. And she is so naive that she just goes and tries it for herself, without thinking of whether it will work out or not. And it works out for her. Because, again, she is strong in the Force.

It's true that her flaw, her naivety, is not really addressed in TFA. It never really backlashes on her. And, to be completely honest, I have no idea how to make room for that without some heavier rewrites yet. But maybe it's not necessary. TLJ takes care of that. TFA just introduces us to Rey as a character after all.

Now, is the force-summoned lightsaber making her overpowered? If you interpret it as "Kylo couldn't get that thing out the snow but Rey could," then yes, yes it is. BUT, if you see it as "while Rey is observing the fight, she sees Kylo trying to summon it, so she copies him, the way she copied him with the mind-tapping, and reaches for it the moment Kylo conveniently gets it out of the snow for her," I don't think it is, though I do agree that in order for the second version to be true, the scene happens too fast with too little shots to explain it. *OP takes a breath* So, here is what I suggest:

Kylo reaches out for the lightsaber. SHOT of the lightsaber in the snow, fidgeting slightly. BACK TO Kylo, pulling anew. BACK TO the lightsaber. It gets free. CUT. Another shot of it flying through the air towards the camera.

SHOT on Rey witnessing that - she is already on her feet again - and immediately reaching for it as well, outstretching her arm towards it.

SHOT of Kylo as he feels the momentum of his pull shift and dodges out of the way. The lightsaber flies past him, into Rey's hand.

Rey has always been fast to react to action. So it would make sense for her to be able to do that. Ok. Now to the fight itself.

*sighs* I don't even know where to start. ...One thing's for sure. Kylo at this point is pretty much destroyed emotionally from having killed his father, but he's still big and strong and aggressive in his movements. Rey, on the other hand, kinda seamlessly knows how to handle a lightsaber, which... is definitely not believable at all.

Let's step back for a moment. Why do we have this fight? Rey needs to get Finn and herself out of there and Kylo is pretty much in the way, so she wants to eliminate the problem. And what does Kylo want? Sure, he is interested in Rey and her raw powers which eventually adds up to them being equals in the Force, so he doesn't want to kill her...

But he also wants that lightsaber, doesn't he?

(God, I am looking at this fight to find any clues and I'm just sitting here, elbows on the table, resting my head in my hands, massaging my temples, wondering, "why the hell are there so many cuts in that fight scene?") (I am no expert in fight choreography, so bare with me as I try to make this work.)

Rey is the one who draws first at him.

She has never wielded a lightsaber before, but knows how to handle a staff... so she treats the lightsaber like a staff within its limitations.

Because remember, HER. STYLE. OF. FIGHTING. IS. ROUGH. AND. DIRTY. AND. HAS. NO. TECHNIQUE. WHATSOEVER. So, pretend we have some well thought out choreography in this part.

Kylo blocks her with ease. Rey is frustrated. The lightsaber feels heavy and difficult to handle. It doesn't take long for Kylo to

get her cornered at the edge of the newly formed cliff.

"You need a teacher! I could show you the ways of the Force!" he exclaims.

Rey considers, out of breath, "The Force?" Rey takes a moment as her mind connects the dots. So that's what these new powers are? Kylo watches her, waits for her to make a move. No time for pondering about the Force any more. Rey moves. Kylo LETS her duck and free herself from his block. She runs, backs away from the crater. He follows her. He outstretches his arm. Rey is stuck. She's literally petrified. Again. Kylo draws nearer. He twirls his saber, now holding it backwards (you know, Ahsoka style). "No," she hisses through her teeth, struggling. Heavy breaths. She closes her eyes. When he almost touches her hand holding the lightsaber, "No!" she RESISTS his force-cage and GOES FREE.

Because, you see, even though Maz told her to "close her eyes" and "feel the light", Rey has never done that before, and when under stress, I do believe she would rather choose a quick, familiar way to get out of the situation. The only thing she knows how to do with the Force at this point is to copy or resist Kylo. She wouldn't know how to to draw power from the Force, yet. She'll have plenty of time to learn that from Luke later, should she survive this fight, so we better continue.

Kylo stumbles back as she draws at him. Rey goes for a swing to hit from above, which Kylo manages to block last second, bringing his lighsaber up from behind his back. As their lightsabers are crossed again he quickly reaches for her right hand, which is holding Luke's saber, with his left hand and moves it aside to his right towards the ground, using his crossguard for more momentum to force her down. He steps his left foot accordingly to keep himself stable. Rey cries out from the unexpected movement. They are kinda back to back. His left shoulder against her right one. The position is uncomfortable. He squeezes Rey's wrist. Rey cries out in pain. Then, she realises how close they are.

Time for some close combat, ladies and gentlemen.

She gives in and lets go of the lightsaber, lets it fall to the ground. Kylo releases her to reach for the fallen lightsaber. But before he can pick it up, Rey KICKS his left hand away with her right heel and PUNCHES his JAW with her right elbow from below. Kylo's head rocks back. He stumbles backwards from the harsh impact, causing him to turn his back to her in order to catch himself. Rey summons Luke's lightsaber back into her left hand, and ignites it. When Kylo turns back to his opponent, left and unprotected side first, Rey is ready to stab him in his left shoulder.

Kylo stumbles back some more, she brings her hands together for another strike leftwards, he barely blocks it, he stumbles back some more, it leaves his posture open, Rey strikes again, rightwards, lower this time, wounding his leg, he falls to his knee, leaving Rey the final blow to provide him with his scar.

The reason I started writing this entire ramble in the first place is a conversation I had with my friend which brought up the fact that Rey should be able to beat Kylo by using her rough, unpredictable moves. Shout out to my friend who, bless her, is willing to listen to and survives every one of my sw rants and who pointed this out in the first place!

Is this a good fightscene now? I have no idea. I hope so? I do have it very clear in my head now though, so I might go and have some fun storyboarding it in the nearest future.

You know the rest. The ground splits, she runs to Finn, Chewie picks them up. . . .

There are some more moments which I believe need some tweaks, like the meeting with Leia, which is just so unfair to Chewie, really, but if I go on and on about this, I would end up changing the entire movie, which I do not have the strength for atm. This ramble was supposed to be about Rey and her alone, so I am done here.

I guess in the end Rey does realise her needs and is able to let her wants aside for a bit longer and focus her hope on actually helping the Resistance and get Luke. Hope that, with finding Luke, she will get to understand these new powers. I do feel like the movie could have provided us with a more emotionally rich reactive scene to the fight and her abilities, and generally just more of those, but then, what am I expecting from a JJ Abrams film? We have Rian for that.

My conclusion? I'm bad with conclusions and summaries, so here you have it, my take on Rey by only adding to the existing dialogue, changing some attitudes here and there, adding a scene, and changing the fight sequence at the end and how she treats the Force.

I do have a clearer understanding of her character now, which was the entire purpose of this ramble, so I guess, mission accomplished. Congratulations on having made it till the end. It was a long ride. I did consider splitting this beast into 2 parts, but while writing this, at one point I just decided to fully commit to it.

You are totally free to, of course, agree with me and stay tuned for my WIP fanscript or disagree, never read through this thing ever again, ignore it and leave it to die on Tumblr's graveyard.

Before you ask, because I also considered doing that just for the sake of having fun with GIFs on Tumblr (all text gifs are taken from YARN btw), I will not do a post like this on TLJ, since I have no problems with Rey's character there at all. Props to Rian Johnson at this point, for managing to make sense of her with what TFA gave us.

#rey #rey nobody #the force awakens #the force is strong with this one #character analysis #character rewrite #headcanon #this is my headcanon now #ramble #long ramble #long reads #have i mentioned it's long? #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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Neon Genesis Evangelion 08

Oh wow, it's Batman! Wait...

Let's get some details out of the way to start off. This episode is about Misato meeting up with a UN navy fleet to receive a new Evangelion model, Unit 02. I'm not sure why she brought Shinji along, though he does work for NERV, so I guess it tracks. What makes less sense is the way she invited Shinji's pals, Suzuhara and Big Rigg Mahoney. She teasingly refers to this as a "date", which gets them all flustered because they've got it bad for Misato, but Shinji isn't buying it and neither am I.

And... that's basically their whole role in the story. Shinji and Misato have a part to play, of course, but Suzuharu doesn't do much and Big Rigg Mahoney just goes apeshit about getting to videotape all this footage of real live aircraft carriers.

The gang board the carrier Over the Rainbow, which is supposed to be a vintage craft from before the Second Impact. The captain is in charge of the fleet, and he's under orders to bring Eva 02 to Japan, but he won't turn over the unit to Misato until they reach land. The sea is his jurisdiction, and he's got a bug up his ass about these newfangled giant robots and their teenage pilots.

This is one of the not-so-subtle themes of this show, where it's ostensibly another sentai action-adventure story with giant robots, except those shows usually handwave the part where it doesn't make much sense. A kid in a unitard might look cool piloting a giant robot, but how is that a better weapon than an aircraft carrier, which actually works in real life? And NGE offers a lot of technobabble to rationalize this, usually involving that "AT Field" that all the monsters have, but it never shakes the question entirely. That's because this show is all about questioning this premise. The Eva Units work just well enough to justify their existence, but they're still presented as highly dubious to a lot of people. So no matter how many times NERV saves the day, it still looks shady as hell to send inexperienced child soldiers into battle with experimental weapons.

But the captain, like Shinji's pals, really don't do much in this story. The real draw here is the introduction of Asuka Langely Sohryu, the second of the three Eva pilots. If I'm following this correctly, she's been in Germany this whole time training and working with the people who put the new Unit 02 together. A gust of wind blows her skirt up, and she slaps Suzuharu for looking.

She calls the slap an "admission fee", so Suzuharu pulls down his pants to show her his entire wang? The fuck? Asuka slaps him again, but I'm pretty sure that's not how this incident is supposed to end. Like, this is a navy ship. I feel like they'd stick you in the brig for something like this.

Also, there's this dude named Kaji, I think. I'm not looking it up because I'll catch another spoiler. He doesn't seem to matter anyway. He seems to be Asuka's mentor, at least up to this point, and he had some sort of past relationship with Misato, which she isn't interested in rekindling. Mostly he just makes things awkward.

As for Asuka, she seems to establish a one-sided rivarly with Shinji. She tells him he doesn't look like much, but she seems concerned to hear how well he syncs with Unit 01 with so little training. So she shows him Unit 02 and tells him how this is the culmination of the Evangelion research. Rei's Unit 00 was the prototype, and Shinji's 01 was the test model, but her 02 is the finished model, actually designed for combat.

But while Asuka's showing off, the fleet comes under attack, and everyone quickly decides it must be another Angel. Misato wonders if it specifically came here to intercept Unit 02. And maybe she's onto something, but maybe not...

She tries to use her NERV authority to take charge of the situation, but the captain won't have it, and he orders his fleet to fire on the Angel. This is useless, as we've already seen in every other Angel attack so far. Hell, the Evas have struggled to beat these things.

However, Asuka has taken matters into her own hands. She's decided to launch Unit 02 herself and defeat the Angel without waiting for Misato's orders.

What I don't understand is why she insists on having Shinji join her. She even makes him wear her spare plugsuit, which he finds embarassing because it makes him look like a girl. Wait... these things are padded?

I just assumed these suits were basically skintight outfits. There's a whole thing where you put them on and then press a button and they sort of shrink onto your body. Except Shinji's got boobs now, where he didn't have 'em before. And his hips looked kind of different too. The implication here is that the plugsuits are designed to make you look more shapely than you actually are.

And that would explain why Asuka and Rei look a lot older in their suits than they do in their civilian clothes. The suits are padded to make them look less like eighth graders. And that probably goes for Shinji as well, but we haven't seen much of him in his plugsuit.

I'm not sure what this means. Maybe they were just going for a gag in this one episode, where Shinji is embarassed to wear a girl's uniform. But I feel like this runs deeper. For some reason, NERV requires fourteen-year-olds to pilot these things, but someone at NERV must have decided that it would make things easier for them if the pilots didn't look fourteen. I mean, there's only so much you can do with padded suits, but if you can "age up" these kids to make them look sixteen, it's a little less upsetting to send them off to war, right?

That's really fucked up. What makes it even more fucked up is that it's not just NERV's costume department trying to massage public relations. No, it's all the sexualized imagery we see of these characters in the real world. Asuka and Rei are staples of the sexy cosplay scene. The sexy fanart scene. The sexy collectable figurine scene. Whatever. Because you can kind of pass them off as looking like adult women, at least while they're wearing the plugsuits. Except it's just padding, and cartoon padding at that. NERV's propaganda is so insidious that it bled over into the real world.

Then again, I'm probably giving this too much credit.

Anyway, Unit 02 doesn't work properly at first because it's interfacing with both pilots, and it's been set for German, but Shinji thinks in Japanese. Asuka's all annoyed with him for interfering with her plan, except it was her dumb idea to bring him along. So she switches to Japanese and they're ready to go.

So she gets it operational, and Misato's thrilled since the captain won't recognize her authority, so this just simplifies matters. The only problem is that Unit 02 only has a minute of battery life, so Asuka has to jump from one ship to another to get to the one with the power cable she needs for power.

Wait, scratch that. The problem is that even after plugging in the power cable, the Eva still doesn't have all of its weapons, and the Angel drags it underwater, where the weapons it does have are ineffective. So Asuka's plan turned out to be half-baked. Luckily, Misato comes up with a way to salvage the situation.

Okay, so the Angel has the Eva in its jaws, and the Eva is tethered to the ship by its power cable. You would think that the Angel could just snap the cable, or drag the ship underwater. I mean, it's pretty big. But instead it seems like some sort of stalemate. So Misato suggests scuttling two of the ships damaged in the battle, and moving them towards the Angel. As it attacks, Unit 02 will pry open its mouth, and then the two ships will open fire on its core, which is located down its throat. This will destroy it.

I don't understand how this is supposed to work. The Angels are impervious to conventional weapons, so why are they suddenly useful now? And if Unit 02 can free itself, why doesn't it just get back on the boat where its weapons will be effective?

Well, it works at any rate, although the only reason Unit 02 escapes is because Asuka and Shinji handle the controls together, and their concerted thoughts prove to be more effective than either of them operating the Eva separately. Why would that make the Eva stronger? I could understand if the movements it had to do were complex, requiring more precise control, but all they need to do is push the jaws apart, which seems like a pretty straightforward command.

You might be wondering what Kaji was doing during all of this. Well, he buggered off in the middle of the battle, saying he had to make a delivery.

And after all the fighting is over, we find out he was bringing this box to Gendo Ikari at NERV headquarters. Apparently the UN fleet was carrying this as well, and Kaji's job was to get it to Ikari.

It's... an embryo or something. Kaji calls it the "keystone of the Human Instrumentality Project", and Ikari agrees, but he calls it "Adam". I don't know what any of this means, but this case reminds me of Nuclear Man's origin in Superman IV: The Quest for Peace, so I'm all for that.

Back home, Shinji's pals reflect on the adventure and Suzuharu is relieved he doesn't have to see Asuka again, but then she shows up as their new classmate and he's all shocked. Dude, what did you think would happen?

And yeah, I think that covers it.

Judging from the next episode preview, NERV seems to be aiming to build on the success of Shinji and Asuka working together, so we'll see where that leads. Did they just forget about Rei, though? Isn't there an episode where they all go out for tacos? I'm pretty sure that's a real episode.

#neon genesis evangelion #2024ngeliveblog #shinji ikari #misato katsuragi #toji suzuhara #big rigg mahoney #gendo ikari #ryoji kaji #asuka langley soryu

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A Tall and Small Collection | S2.46 | & Everyone Needs A Little Hero :: Crossover :: True Colors Revealed pt. 5 (Finale)

The next morning was a rough one. The swelling and darkening of Ashlynn’s bruises made all of the boys anxious. She put on a brave face, but she was still very sore and was moving a little slower than she was the day before. After a long shower, she came out to find that Soren and his brothers had prepared some hot tea for her.

It was quite the acrobatic feat, but Soren, Dorian, and Rey had climbed up to the kitchen sink, pulled the rinse hose over to the electric tea kettle, and filled it. Dorian understood how to work the machine and was able to set it to the perfect temperature while Rey flipped up to the cabinet and got her a tea bag.

While they weren’t able to pour the hot water into the mug, they had everything prepped and ready for her.

“You guys,” mumbled Ashlynn, her lip slightly swollen as she looked at the work they had done.

“Next time, I’ll have an invention to do it all for you,” said Rey, who had already pulled out his sketchpad as they all settled in on the couch and was drawing out blueprints for a machine that would actually pour or syphon the hot water into a mug directly from the kettle.

“How are you feeling?” asked Dorian.

“That’s what we’d all like to know.” The family of five glanced over toward the edge of the couch to see Casper and Hero pulling themselves up onto the edge of the couch. Hero’s eyes widened as he was unable to disguise his surprise at seeing Ashlynn’s injuries. Casper maintained his composure, but he also seemed a little unnerved at Ashlynn’s injuries. The look in his eyes held the look of someone who didn’t believe something was possible. Undoubtedly, it hadn’t occurred to him that certain humans could be dangerous to others.

“We?” asked Ashlynn, lowering her voice a bit more than normal to make sure Casper was comfortable.

“The… community. A lot of us heard what happened last night, and the rest of us heard about the aftermath this morning,” stated Casper. “We wanted to make sure you were alright and… to thank you. You didn’t have to defend us the way you did, and if it wasn’t obvious before, it is apparent now that you are an ally.”

Ashlynn smiled as much as she could manage as she nodded. Words escaped her, not that they were needed to understand what she was feeling. Friendship and trust is hard won, and now she had it.

“At any rate, we came to ask if you needed anything from us and if there is anything we can do to help prepare for the move,” offered Casper.

“Yeah! We thought we could help with the boxes and if there are little things we can stitch or rearrange,” chimed in Hero as he glanced at his father and then back to Soren and his family.

“That’s certainly a relief that everyone’s willing to help,” said Soren. “Actually, today was the day Ashlynn was going to get the totes we need to move everyone. She has to go to the hospital first, right? But then she’ll be back with what we need.”

“Yeah, I need to make sure I get the pictures I need to file a proper civil suit against Austin,” said Ashlynn. “But I can get the totes first. There’s a place just down the road. That’ll give you all space to come out of the bedroom and work. Get some supply lists together and I’ll set everything out before I go to the hospital.”

Casper nodded and turned to leave, giving Hero a little pat on his shoulder, before leaving to go back to the bedroom.

Hero looked up at Ashlynn, bright green eyes latching onto the bruises and emotion filling his eyes.

“Are you feeling okay?” asked the teenage Borrower.

“I’ve been better, but thanks for asking,” smiled Ashlynn. “Anyway, I need to get moving if I am getting anything done today. The store shouldn’t be busy now too, so less people staring at my bruises.”

Soren looked up at Ashlynn, eyes beaming. He admired her resilience and her spirit. Even though last night was filled with terror, she was still able to smile. Even if the smile was forced, she was always trying to find a way to help them feel comfortable.

Before he could get her attention, Ashlynn excused herself to go and get changed. Within minutes, she had her purse over her shoulder and was waving good-bye to them, vanishing behind the front door as she headed toward the elevator. Soren thought about calling after her or getting her to wait so they could talk, but Rey stepped forward and tapped Soren on the shoulder to get his attention.

“Soren? I… well… I was wondering if I could go… with Ashlynn I mean. When she goes to the hospital,” said Rey. Soren’s eyes widened as he stared disbelievingly at his younger brother.

“Why on earth do you want to go to the hospital? Your inventive skills would be better served here with the toes,” said Soren. “Plus, it’s dangerous. We don’t know what they’ll need to do at the hospital. What if someone sees you?”

“I know it’s dangerous, but… I think Theo is still at the hospital, and I want to go see him. If Ashlynn is going, I want to make sure I say good-bye to Theo if I’m not going to see him again,” explained Rey, his pale blue eyes shining in the morning light. “I promise I’ll be safe and I’ll be with Ashlynn the whole time. Please, Soren.”

Soren paused and thought about it. He knew being with Ashlynn would keep him safe, but he still felt unnerved. Last night’s events rattled him, and he wanted nothing more than to refuse his brother in the name of keeping him safe.

At the same time, Rey was brave and had proven himself time and again. If there were trials to becoming a man, Rey would have surpassed any expectations with flying colors time and time again. The teen had a determined look in his eyes, and Soren knew that it was time for him to ease up and let his brother make his own decisions.

It made a lump form in Soren’s throat. He imagined what his own father would have said if he saw the man he became, and now he was able to voice that to his brothers.

“If you feel like you need to, then I don’t think I have the right to stop you,” said Soren. “As always, be safe and keep your wits about you. I’ll be here when you get back.”

There was something in Rey and Dorian’s eyes as they looked at their older brother, like an insightful confusion. Did they realize what he was saying? Or were they trying to figure it out.

Whatever the case, the decision was made.

“Well, I’ll get going. I’m going to go get the list from my dad,” chimed in Hero. “I… well… wish Theo the best from me, okay?”

“Wait,” called Rey as Hero made his way to the secure line on the sofa. “You can come with me, if you want. You can ask your dad, but… you can also meet Theo. Last time… didn’t go quite as planned.”

Hero smiled and rolled his shoulders, a thoughtful, toothless grin on his face.

“True, but there are a lot of Borrowers in need of help. I need to do my runs and help them first,” replied Hero. “Maybe I’ll get a chance to meet him one of these days. Until then, I’ll be here to help.”

The boys exchanged nods before Hero slipped off of the edge of the sofa.

For the next twenty or so minutes, Rey fixed up his gear while Soren helped Mayzie get ready for the day and Dorian sat and contemplated some lyrics. He had an idea inspired by the night before, and he wanted to make sure he had everything written down as accurately as possible.

When Ashlynn returned with all of the totes, she set them all out and gathered the supplies everyone would need to make the interior comfortable before turning to leave. Rey’s request to tag along was a bit of a surprise, but his persuasion to say good-bye was something Ashlynn felt like she couldn’t deny.

Promising she would take care of the teenage Borrower boy, the two of them left.

Ashlynn felt a little odd bringing Rey, not Soren, along with her. She knew the teenage boy would listen and pay attention to his surroundings so he wouldn’t be seen, but it didn’t stop her little touch of anxiety as she walked to her car and drove down to the hospital.

Just as the officer told her, she was able to get the necessary pictures and a quick check-up to make sure nothing else was damaged because of her confrontation with Austin the night before.

“You’ll experience some swelling, and it will take some time for the bruises to go away, but that’s only natural. Here’s some topical medication to help with the bruises, and here’s some ointment to help with the swelling. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to let us know. We’ll make sure your photos get to the police department as soon as possible as well as your attorney when you provide that information,” said the doctor.

“Actually,” said Ashlynn as she glanced over at her purse. When she was waiting, Rey took a second to slip out of her purse and glanced around at all of the machines and cabinets. Now that she was with the doctor, she could barely see the teenage Borrower peering out from behind her wallet as he watched them. “I have a friend who is actually staying here in the hospital. Would it be possible to see if he’s still here or if he was discharged?”

“Sure. What’s his name?” asked the doctor.

“Theodore Wilkins,” said Ashlynn. “I’ve been meaning to come and visit him.”

“Ah, yes,” acknowledged the doctor. “His sister was brought here earlier for a visit. He’s up in room five seventy-two. Make sure to get a visitor’s badge and you’ll be able to see him for a little while. He’s got physical therapy in about thirty minutes.”

“Great, thank you,” Ashlynn said as she snagged her purse and headed to the front desk. She knew Rey must have questions, and Theo would have even more of them, but she had to be quick. They needed to get back.

She filled out the proper paperwork, saying she was a family friend, before she was given a pass and allowed up the elevator to the right floor.

In no time, they were there.

“Let’s go,” Ashlynn breathed before knocking lightly on the slightly ajar door. “Hello? Anyone home?”

“Hello?” replied a voice. Rey was absolutely certain that it was Theo’s voice. Excitement filled him as he felt the bag shift and heard the door click. “Oh… um… sorry, but I think you might have the wrong room.”

“You’re Theo, right?” asked Ashlynn. Rey felt himself getting jittery. How was Theo doing? He hadn’t been able to talk to him after he arrived here at the hospital.

“Um… yeah, but…”

“Then I’m in the right room,” said Ashlynn. “We have a friend in common, I think. You know Rey, right?” Rey heard the door shut behind them and saw Ashlynn’s hand rest parallel to the top of her purse.

It was his cue.

Rey pushed himself up using Ashlynn’s wallet and snagged the top of the purse. He lifted himself out onto Ashlynn’s hand. Sure enough, there was Theo. He was sitting up in bed and his eyes were wide with surprise. He had his blanket over his legs and thankfully was only hooked up to a heart monitoring machine.

“Rey?!” said Theo in absolute disbelief. He pushed himself up further in the bed and glanced from between Ashlynn to Rey. “Wait, you’re Ashlynn, right? The woman who helped get in contact with the family friends who are looking after Bells.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” smiled Ashlynn. “I happened to be in the area and Rey here said he wanted to see you. I can’t necessarily leave, but I’m just going to be over here looking out the window while you two have a little chat. Okay?”

With that, Ashlynn stepped closer to the bed and gently set the back of her hand against the sheets. Rey noticed the closer they got that something looked a bit off in the way Theo looked. He was a little bit paler, sure, but something just didn’t seem right. Rey looked across the sheets and saw how the blankets were arranged.

“Rey! It’s so good to see you, man,” said Theo as he readjusted again and stared down at Rey. The Borrower teen decided he would just ask Theo about it later. It was probably a trick of the eyes anyway.

“Same to you. How are you feeling? What actually happened after they took you? What were you sick with?” asked Rey.

“Oh, that.” Something in Theo’s tone changed subtly as he looked between Rey and where his blankets were bundled up. “Well, the doctors told me it was sepsis. Apparently when dad got angry and started throwing those nasty bottles at my wheelchair, I got cut pretty badly by the broken glass. Since I don’t really have feeling in my legs, I didn’t really notice anything except for the cuts.

“I got that all cleaned up, but it was more serious than I thought. The infection spread into a whole blood thing and… well… they ended up having to… well….” Theo pulled down the blankets to reveal the bandages on his legs and how they abruptly ended at his knees. Rey looked in shock at the sight.

“What… what happened?” he asked as he looked up at his friend.

“Amputated. It makes sense since I can’t use them, but it’s still a shock,” muttered Theo. “I have physical therapy which actually seems to be helping. Whatever they did during the operation apparently stimulated something in my spine and now… well… watch this.”

Theo concentrated and his leg lifted ever so slightly. He breathed deeply and did it once again, and this time it was a little higher.

“Woah, that’s great!” breathed Rey. “So, you might actually be able to walk again?”

“Maybe,” smiled Theo. “It’s a huge motivator at least. Also, making sure Bells is taken care of. Now that I’m eighteen, I have full custody over her. Dad’s furious, but thankfully my friends were able to go and snag my stuff from the apartment before he had the chance to throw it all away.”

“That’s a relief, especially for your business and stuff. Your inventions were in there,” Rey stated.

“Yeah, you’re telling me,” sighed Theo. “The only thing now is finding a place to live with decent rent and easy access for my wheelchair while I do this whole physical therapy thing.”

Rey couldn’t believe it. Theo was finally out of that house, but now he had nowhere to go.

“Anyway, what’s new with you?” asked Theo. “How have you all been? Any new inventions you need to bounce around?”

“Well, you’re not going to believe this,” said Rey. He then told Theo about the events of last night. He told him about how the community was found and how Austin had found them. He told him about how Ashlynn managed to fight off Austin and how they were all currently in the process of moving out of the apartment complex and into a home – a real home.

“You’ve got to be excited!” grinned Theo. “Seriously, that’s exciting for you. Hey, maybe, if Ashlynn says it’s okay, we could come and visit you. I mean, Bells wouldn’t need to see you, but I could… maybe.”

Then, right then, Rey had an idea. He had kept his apprehensions and desires to stay for the sake of his friends a secret up until that point, telling only Hero that he felt like staying. Now that the community was moving and Hero was coming with them, why couldn’t Theo do the same thing?

Spinning on his heel, he whipped around to see Ashlynn looking out the window.

“Ashlynn! Can I ask you something really quick?” shouted Rey. “I just had an idea. Please?”

Ashlynn, who was enjoying the sunshine and the view, looked at the Borrower teen curiously and approached, kneeling to better see Rey.

“What is it?” she asked. Then, in a lower voice, Rey brought his sudden idea.

“Ashlynn, I just had a thought. Do… well… do you think Theo could come and live with us?” asked Rey quietly so that Theo, who was sitting nearby, couldn’t really hear. Ashlynn’s brows furrowed in concern as she glanced at the young adult boy and then back to her small companion.

“Rey…”

“Ashlynn, he needs a place to live. He knows the secret and can just live downstairs in the basement. It has that wheelchair ramp, and no one would have to know about us Borrowers. We can live in the attic and on the main floor,” argued Rey. “Just, think about it? Theo is my friend, and he is a good guy. Plus, he’s an inventor. He’s going to start up his business and it would be a great place for us to work together. We could be partners making things for Borrowers.”

Ashlynn glanced at Theo and then back to Rey. Theo stared at them curiously, but didn’t dare interrupt. Something about Rey’s plea seemed to resonate with Ashlynn. Memories of needing a home flashed through her mind before she was back looking at Rey.

“Theo? You told Rey you needed a place to live. How about you and I exchange numbers and talk about some options, yeah?” asked Ashlynn. The boys exchanged excited glances and Theo nodded.

“Y-yeah, absolutely. Do you know of a place? Are you subletting your apartment? I promise I can pay my own way,” said Theo.

“Like I said, let’s talk about options,” restated Ashlynn as she gave Rey a subtle bump on his shoulder with her index finger. As Ashlynn scribbled down her number and Theo wrote down his, they all nearly jumped out of their skin as there was a knock at the door before it swung open.

Rey, thinking fast, leapt into Ashlynn’s purse which was on her hip as the nurse came in.

“Sorry, but we have to take Mr. Wilkins. Visiting hours resume first thing tomorrow morning,” said the nurse.

“Sure thing. Well, Theo, we’ll be in touch,” said Ashlynn as she glanced down at Rey, who gave her a thumbs-up, before the two of them headed out of the room.

“Talk to you soon!” Theo called as Ashlynn and Rey departed.

The drive back was filled with discussion about whether or not Theo should be invited to live with Ashlynn and the whole Borrower community. Rey put up a fair argument that the basement could be segmented off and that Theo and Bella, his little sister, wouldn’t need to be in contact with the rest of the family. It would give them a variety of borrowings and it would let Rey have an inventive friend nearby.

Ashlynn wanted to help Rey’s friend, but she ultimately ended up compromising in that the community would also have to agree or, at the very least, be informed before they let someone new into their inner circle.

It was the least that could be done.

With that agreement, Rey decided he would be the one to take it to the others in the community, letting them know another human who knew about Borrower existence would be staying with them.

At least, he would let them know after the move. There was a lot to consider, and now was not the time for this discussion.

When they arrived home, Ashlynn knocked and gave the Borrowers inside plenty of time to hide or get back under cover. When she and Rey entered, however, she found that wasn’t the case. Many of them did hide, but some stayed and were still working as they fixed the boxes in preparation for their move.

It was an odd sensation, seeing other Borrowers out and about in her apartment, but it felt like a step in the right direction.

It was a demonstration of trust and the beginning of a new union between the Borrower community and humans.

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When evening came, many of the Borrowers were already settled inside Ashlynn’s room. Ashlynn once again was resigned to the couch, but that was going to be alright. The next day, moving began.

Hero and the other Rafters spread the word that the Borrowers were going to move into the home first. It would give them time to settle in and claim different areas of the house. Based on their discussions, the Borrowers would most likely take the attic so they would have easy access to the roof and the doors and panels that were loose that Soren and his brothers found when they were visiting the house.

All in the home slipped into a deep, uninterrupted sleep; everyone, that is, except for Soren.

After the recent events, he knew he needed to do it. It was nerve wracking, but he knew what Ashlynn would say.

The original plan was far more elegant, but this new plan hatched in the darkness of twilight was more him – more them.

The next morning was the big day. Borrower families carefully and quietly filed into the boxes which were disguised from the outside with clothes Ashlynn wasn’t wearing or bits of paper and books that wouldn’t shift around.

“I’ll make sure to move slowly and give a warning before I lift the boxes or anything. It’s not that far, okay?” said Ashlynn as she looked at the totes in front of her door. She knew she was talking to the Borrowers inside, but it still felt odd talking out loud to what looked like five long boxes of clothes and supplies.

Ashlynn went over the checklist in her head once again. Keys. Wallet. Phone. New house keys. Bag of supplies to help everyone get started. Food. Building materials. Last thing was to check and make sure the boys and Mayzie were tucked away in the crates or her bag and they would be ready to go.

Ashlynn looked over and saw both Dorian and Rey resting on the edge of her purse which was on the table. The only two faces she didn’t see were Soren and Mayzie, but it wasn’t hard to figure out where they were.

Soren was standing on the coffee table next to the couch with Mayzie, a thoughtful smile on his face as he held his daughter.

“Hey, ready to go?” asked Ashlynn as she walked over and knelt, offering her hand for Soren to step on.

“Actually, Mayzie is about ready for her nap. If she doesn’t sleep, she’s going to get cranky. I might just hang back and let you all go,” said Soren. Ashlynn glanced over at Mayzie, who was indeed drooping over his shoulder. Still, Ashlynn was a little confused. Mayzie wasn’t usually cranky and was very good at sleeping anywhere at any time. Moving into this apartment last time wasn’t an ordeal, so why would now be?

Ashlynn sighed, knowing Soren probably had his reasons and just wanted some alone time, and gave him a thoughtful tap on his shoulder.

“Well, get some rest in yourself. You look a bit tired,” said Ashlynn.

“Speak for yourself,” Soren teased right back. Ashlynn knew she had to look like a wreck with her bruises.

“Ha ha Mr. Beauty Sleeper. We’ll see you when we get back then,” said Ashlynn. She leaned down and gave Soren a kiss before snagging her purse, Rey and Dorian slipping into position, before Ashlynn carefully moved the long, thin boxes out of her apartment.

The moment the door locked and Soren heard Ashlynn walking away, he moved quickly. He knew everything always took more time than what was anticipated, and he needed to make this as perfect as he could.

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Ashlynn’s delivery went off without a hitch. Sure, there was a bit of unnerved silence from the back seat as she drove and made conversation with Dorian and Rey, but it dissipated once they were inside Ashlynn’s new home.

She set out all of the boxes and made sure the curtains were up before giving the knock signal to show the Borrowers they were alright.

“Okay, I plan on being back tomorrow afternoon for lunch and to bring over some more things. Take a look around and enjoy the place. I will ask that you don’t use any open flames. I have hand warmers, bread, cheese, and other sandwich making material. There are other materials like fabric for blankets, blades, and pins as well as flashlights and batteries. Enjoy your evening and I’ll be back tomorrow. Thanks,” said Ashlynn as she departed.

When she made it back in her car, she glanced down at Dorian and Rey who had poked their heads out of her purse. The two of them had been instrumental in getting everyone settled, and they looked reassuringly at Ashlynn.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be alright. We Borrowers aren’t prone to setting fires without the utmost caution. If anyone does start a fire, they won’t set your place on fire,” said Dorian. Ashlynn sighed and looked up at the ceiling of her car.

“Easy for you to say. At the very least, I hope insurance will cover anything if it happens,” muttered Ashlynn, who knew she would be on the hook if anything were to go awry with the place they were about to call home.

On the drive back, Rey asked about insurance and what it actually was. Ashlynn had a bit of a trick trying to explain what it was and what it was supposed to do, but she thought she did a good enough job in the end.

They pulled into the parking garage and, with the boys secure, pulled her purse over her shoulder and headed back into the building. The apartment complex was aglow with the light of the setting sun. It was promising to be a beautiful sunset, and it was almost a shame to go inside instead of stopping and watching the sunset.

Ashlynn decided she’d watch it once she brought the boys inside so they could fill in Soren. Next task was making her bed back and then getting dinner started before packing.

The list of things to do was running rampant in Ashlynn’s head, and it continued to do so all the way up the elevator and into her apartment.

Ashlynn walked two steps into her home, carefully setting her purse down so Rey and Dorian could climb out, when she noticed something on the main table.

It was a lit candle, and next to the candle was Soren. He was wearing something different than before. It wasn’t his usual brown pants and green shirt outfit. Instead, it was a white shirt and what looked like dark navy pants.

How long had Soren been working on this?

Ashlynn glanced around and noticed Mayzie was asleep on the nearby couch, but Soren looked presentable. Even his hair was slicked back.

“Soren? What’s up? Decide to get spiffy tonight?” asked Ashlynn. From her purse, she heard two faint giggles, and that’s when she knew the two Borrower teens had an idea of what was going on.

“Ashlynn, I… you look lovely tonight,” he said. His eyes were shining with adoration.

Curiously and cautiously, Ashlynn approached the table and knelt.

“Soren, what is all of this about?” Ashlynn asked as she placed her hand on the table. Soren, obviously nervous, stepped forward. His heart was pounding a million miles a minute, but something was keeping him motivated. He wasn’t shying away from whatever it was that he was nervous about.

“Ashlynn, I… I don’t think I ever told you how much you mean to me. From the moment we met to now, I don’t think I ever say enough how wonderful you really are,” said Soren. He looked down and then looked back up into Ashlynn’s blue-gray eyes. “I know we had a rough start, and everything after that has been a whirlwind adventure, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

“When you told me how you felt, when you thought I was asleep or that I couldn’t hear you, I didn’t think I could be that happy again. I thought my heart was full once, and that the damage it endured would leave me part of what I was; but, when you came back, that all changed,” said Soren. Ashlynn’s eyes widened as she watched Soren step away back behind the candle and bring out something wrapped in tissue paper.

“Soren,” Ashlynn breathed.

“It’s different, but so are we and everything else we’ve done together – and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Taking the next steps forward, I… I want to do that with you…”

Soren kneeled and held out the circular tissue wrapped object. Absolutely choked on emotion, Ashlynn dared to reach forward to pinch the object and lift it from Soren’s hands. He kept his eyes averted and, to her, looked like a kneeling knight.

That’s what he was to her. A knight in shining armor who saved her in more ways than one.

Fingers trembling, Ashlynn unwrapped the object and gasped softly as a beautiful ring was revealed.

“Soren.” Ashlynn was at a complete loss of words. Everything in her was buzzing, electrified with the energy of the moment.

“Ashlynn, would you marry me?”

Speed couldn’t comprehend how quickly Ashlynn moved as she leaned forward and tackled Soren, kissing him as she pressed him into her cupped palm which was instantaneously right behind him. They remained unparted for countless moments before Ashlynn pulled away, tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Yes! Absolutely, yes,” she said over and over as she carefully maneuvered the ring onto her finger while keeping Soren cupped in her hand. She lifted Soren up and the two of them touched foreheads, Soren tilting his head back ever so slightly to kiss her, before letting it all sink in.

It was official – they chose to be bound forever.

The evening was blissful and filled with discussions and dreams of the future. Rey and Dorian, grinning from ear to ear, gave Soren and Ashlynn the night off from watching Mayzie as they decided to watch movies after dinner. Whatever the future was going to bring, they knew they could do it together. The sun would rise on them tomorrow, and with it a new future.

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Shamash Questions: Round One

First of all, for all of you wondering: “How do these Shamash questions work? What are they for?”

Well, the Shamash questions are my entertainment during all of this. It’s my chance to turn it around and let YOU do some of the fun here. As a reward, I do Shamash Day, which is, I guess, the 9th day of Hanukkah around here. Every answer that I specifically draw out gets a number of entries (the points), and I draw from those, and the winner gets to pick something previously nominated! Normally it’s top three, and the points go, 1, 2, 3, but I reserve the right to award however the hell I want. I use the name you entered!

ANYWAY ROUND ONE ANSWERS:

Sailor Moon: Something Funny!

I 100% believe that Minako and Haruka began their Senshi career wearing a mask over their eyes. Mamoru saw this on the news one night and decided it was cool, so he started wearing one during his Tuxedo Mask moments. When Haruka and Minako saw this, they thought *so cringe* and immediately stopped wearing their masks.  -- Decido, 1 point I know this is absolutely true and the trouble is Haruka STILL thinks it looks cool but she can’t have anyone thinking she is taking fashion tips from Mams.

Haruka is a terrible passenger in any car. she is fine if its a taxi driver or something like that, but any of the other sensei drives her anywhere, she will not stop correcting their turning , worrying about hitting something, or saying their going too slowly/too fast. She grabbed the wheel from mina 5 times on a 45 minute trip, rei and her almost got into a fistfight on the freeway one time, and Pluto pulled over after 3 minutes and just let haruka drive.  -- BeefSalad33, 1 point I couldn’t decide between this and the above, both of which I feel are just...so true and canon and correct

Less than a year after the series ends, Haruka starts saying "back in my day" unironically. --fightingbymoonlight, 2 points this made me actually Laugh Aloud

Rei is not allowed to have a Twitter under her own name after The Incident. Rei also strongly disagrees with this rule and keeps trying to make an account. Unfortunately for her (and fortunately for everyone else) Ami has hacked into the Twitter servers and flagged every email that Rei has (even the ones she thinks are secret) so that she can't make a new account even if she wants to (and boy does she want to). Ami considers this one of the best things she ever done because not only does she save Rei from herself, but Michiru also pays her a bonus every time she does so.  -- Geeky, 3 points I need you to know that I read this to Jetty and she ALSO laughed.

If you could force a major studio to make a fairy tale movie, which would it be?

The Steadfast Tin Soldier, because there are so many lessons that could be incorporated (or not, as appropriate!), even beyond the obvious ambiguity in the story of 'is it evil or is it chance'? Is a situation 'truth' because it simply isn't possible, or is it impossible because you believe it to be so? How should others react to you when you will not act to help yourself e.g. should they feel sorry for you? Are you being true to yourself, or are you acting in a particular manner because society / friends / family / etc. expect it? How can we convey (or not) our feelings while being respectful of the other person? There's a lot you could dig into, things which could be emphasized or de-emphasized depending on the direction, and I think something very interesting could result. Also you could easily incorporate ballet into this, and I do love me some ballet. -- Seolh, 1 point. I do love me some Steadfast Tin Soldier, or I did as a kid. I hadn’t thought about it until you brought it up, and I think you’re right, I think you could very much make a children’s movie, but also make it have other things going on with it.

Jimm Henson studios does Muppet Hansel and Gretel, but they have to lean in to the creepy horror of it while still keeping it humorous.  Mostly I just really want the Swedish chef as the witch cooking up children XD -- Carol, two points I did not realize that I wanted a horrifying and hilarious version of Hansel and Gretel until this exact moment and I am now thinking of that spot in, I think it’s a Muppet Christmas Carol, where the Swedish Chef goes, “First you take the moosie, and then you SKEWER the moosie!”

You know what, let's go for an obscure one! The Pigeon's Bride, a Yugoslavian variant on the Cupid and Psyche/Swan maiden motif - our protagonist is a princess whose true love is enchanted to become a pigeon, but if she tells anyone (she of course does), he can't return to her. She wanders the world for three years to no avail before building a bath-house and allowing anyone to enter provided they tell her the most interesting story they can, and a poor but virtuous girl ultimately finds the enchanter (a rooster wearing wooden shoes) who is keeping the pigeon prince captive, and leads the princess to it to break the spell. Poor but virtuous girl attends the wedding as the princess's dear friend, dressed so beautifully all assume she's another princess. (Let's all choose to assume she and her mom also got, like, paid generously.) 1) This is an easy enough story to expand out to feature length, is already kid- and marketing-friendly without needing to be changed, and it's got some good imagery in it. (Rooster wearing wooden shoes, transformation via large bowls of milk, the princess initially spends her time at the top of a tall tower embroidering because everyone else finds slogging up the stairs miserable but she skips up because she'll be left alone. Room for fun.) 2) If I'm allowed to choose the studio - say, Laika, which is right on the cusp between minor and major and has an actual aesthetic sense - you could do some interesting stuff with the princess's love of embroidery informing the animation style, and I like stylization. Alternately, I make Disney do Bluebeard just to see how the hell they make a story about serial spousal murder family-friendly. This is not expecting the end result to be GOOD, much less a good adaptation of Bluebeard, but expecting the end result to be a glorious trainwreck whose production would have to be FASCINATING.  --- Regalli, 3 points. I had actually never heard of this fairy tale until you put it front of me, and I think you’re right, I think you could do some really fun and slightly fucked up shit with it. I ALSO love Laika studios, one ofn my favorite things I’ve ever done was go to the Laika exhibit they had in Portland at the art museum, totally amazing. I love how their stories trust that children can engage with difficulty and darkness., Kubo still goes down as the best children’s movie I’ve ever seen.

Give me a Horror story prompt or idea (Some of these were shockingly good! Not that I think y’all are idiots, but this was one of the harder ones, and as such, I’ve doubled the points value for the winners)

Inexplicably, your friends, your family grow strangely distant over time. You begin to feel like an outsider, an intruder in their lives. It is in subtle gestures, particular choices of words. Your alienation becomes worse and worse. One morning you wake up wondering what you've done wrong, how much worse things can get. That's when you realize... You *are* an outsider. A stranger. They don't recognize you. Is it you that have changed, or is it them? Does it even matter? --None other than Hubby Mike, 2 points this hits in this sweet spot for me, which is: You cannot trust yourself. You are the least reliable narrator of your own life. Horrifying! Love it.

The protagonist has committed some kind of sin / crime / offense, and as they attempt to avoid the consequences they progressively lose more and more of themselves until they are left a shell of their former self. Supernatural elements to taste, I feel it would work better if the audience never knows the exact details of the originating event. Skyline, 4 points. This didn’t give me the immediate knee jerk because it’s less evocative and more planned, but the more it rolled around in my mind like a fucking werther’s original, the more I liked it, which is part of the reason I always let these SIT before I award. What sticks with me? THis sure did.

"For every memory you choose to give up, we'll put off your execution by one day." -- Tsa. 6 points. Jesus Fucking Christ, Tsa, I AUDIBLY GASPED when I got this one. There’s a story in this one.

What is your area of expertise or stupid skill, and why does it kick ass? (In this one, there were too many I liked. I love when y’all tell me weird shit about yourselves. So we have many winners, all at one point!)

I am insanely good at setting up cat nets. Our first cat was an angel (really she was fat and lazy but trivial details..) She never hopped the fence or climbed trees. The two little recent hellions; however, have declared war on the neighborhood’s birds. Do you need to save your tree branches from being snapped by cats? Spike ring baby. Cats pissing in your raised vegetable bed? Wire rimmed cat net CAGE over that sucker. Cats diving into the hedge, coming back with little dead birds and mice? Net shield held by metal poles (because those bastards can scale a small wooden post like a U.S. Army ranger). … my garden looks like a mini fortress but TRUST that those boys are no longer sneaking into my neighbor’s house when they leave their garden door open. --Decido

I package gifts like few others can.  I am a craft-store paper and glitter ribbon queen 8| I like to think it makes people smile and feel special. -- insubordinate and highly idealistic

I can put any fussy baby to sleep. None can remain awake when faced with my patting, rocking, and droning singing. I can give caregivers a much needed break or rest before they get stretched past their limits. Also, I get to be the one who opens the pickle jar with no effort whatsoever after someone else has been straining for ages. But, you know, a baby instead of a pickle jar. So waaaaay more satisfying. --Lindsay

I am really good at figuring out if those long numbers on receipts are divisible by three and/or nine and it’s fun because it means I’m constantly engaged with my retail job -- Indigo

I can do an incredibly accurate impression of an AI voice, and specialize in the WalMart self checkout lady. It’s very amusing (and only a little evil on my part) to say “Unexpected item in bagging area” and watch the people around me reflexively twitch. I’ve also made at least one telemarketer VERY confused. -- Awashsquid

I have a minor superpower of being able to very accurately eyeball lengths or distances, and can freehand draw more or less to scale. Comes in handy all the time, and weirds people out when I do it at work.  -- Bel :)

Dental Hygiene is my area of expertise and honestly it's fun being able to look in someone's mouth and tell that they are left handed by the amount of build up on their teeth. And it makes me look psychic.  -- Shavedjudomonkey

If you were going to send me to one restaurant in your town, which would it be and why? (Some of you just nailed me ahaha. This was a hard one!)

i live within walking distance (for a value of 10 minutes or less) from at least seven (7) decent-to-delicious indian restaurants, and five (5) equally-good-or-better korean restaurants. therefore, if you were to ever come back up to visit, i would treat you to MONTANA'S BBQ AND BAR, a minimum 40 minute drive away. this is because i think it would annoy you, and I am a butthead who deeply loves to laugh. -- Rasiqra Revulva, 1 point. First of all, you are living an absolute dream and I am so jealous. We have one Indian restaurant and it is about on par with any middlin-good Indian restaurant, I just think of Indian food like most Americans do pizza. And you are right I would be SO ANNOYED. SO. I hate you, kisses.

"dalva do capote" -- it's the house of a woman named dalva in which she serves helmeted guineafowls (a type of bird) that she raises herself in her backyard. she serves so many different dishes of this animal. and they are all good and have that good vibe of homecooking. in huge portions, of course. -- san, 2 points Yes perfect! I have never had guineafowl, and this place sounds like the kind off odd, off the cuff place I adore.

The Blitz Tearoom, which as the name suggests, is decorated to look like it's the early 1940's. There are wartime posters on the walls, Vera Lynn is playing and there are all kinds of other little historical details. Admittedly, it's not quite as immersive as it was when it first opened and there was tripe on the menu, but it does have some extremely nice cakes.  -- BardofSomerset, 3 points I’m so fucking furious at how well this nailed me. Nuked from orbit. My toxic Tory trait, exposed. There is also an outside chance that I may, if my mom wants to, still, be in the area this Spring, and please know that I WILL go here.

[yourthiccgoddessmidna]

Rei And Banner kept talking shop and designs. Which would be normal.. but talking shop was their version of dirty talk. Which turned from how to fine tune the bows draw and how to keep the blade light, balanced and strong... to a fully blown out make out session.

Rei And Banner went back to his shop. The next morning Rei was drinking from her favorite mug she left in Banner’s place. Even with bedhead Rei looked amazing. Banner stood next to her. Stretching a bit. “Alright... I’ll get started gathering material and wait for you next day of control to actually start the actual smithing process.”

And with all the hair she has, she had quite the bedhead. She looked like a goddess that just woke up. "Alright, cool. My next control day should be in like three days? Everyone has their own stuff to do apparently but hey, it should give you enough time to gather them. If you really need me to come out, just find Midna if she's in control and do the thing to help me take the reigns. You know the one~" She winked, taking a sip of her drink. "After I leave here though, I'm gonna take a trip to the Gerudo's for some worshipping and I promised Urbosa a spar too~"

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Telling the good news TodoWifeAU

Yandere Todoroki x Pregnant Wife Reader

⚠[Warning: Yandere behavior and mindsets, obssessive parents, family issues, mentions of murder, sexual harassment, assault, and molestation]⚠

The ride in the bulletproof van was more than tense. The air between the lovely couple was anxious as they dwelled on the impending doom of their hosts: The Todoroki Clan.

You hadn’t seen them since the fiasco at the afterparty of your wedding. It wasn’t an experience you wanted to relive and yet you still dressed yourself up to visit your in-laws. Granted it wasn’t your idea, but his therapist’s, saying that he needs to confront his family about all the pain and stress they were inflicting on him and his wife. Plus they thought updating them about such a milestone. I'll have Shoto fire them. What the stupid therapist didn’t understand is that every time they got together it was always a constant reminder as to why they are a problem.

If it weren’t for your unborn baby you would have downed a bottle of anything beforehand. Unlike the stories of entitled parents and problematic family where one person in the relationship is under fire and the other can only support from the side this was worse. Unfortunately for you two his family itself was an attack that had you countered on both fronts.

You weren’t showing yet but you pulled back from your hero activities to focus on preparing for this baby; as well as maybe mapping out a couple different safe-houses should something go wrong. Your husband insisted that there be multiple safe-houses because his paranoia can be like that and so can his instinct about his family. You could only hope that the news will sober everyone up into acting like adults.

“Rei lives with him again.”

Staring at the distant look on your husband’s face, he looked even more stressed than usual. That must’ve been why. As Shoto matured and understood his parents' mindsets he found that he didn’t revere his mother as much as he did in U.A. He got to know about his mother's possessive personality which put his siblings in danger, hurt him, and what led her to draw in her art class about killing you in the mental hospital. Apparently she blames you for 'taking away' her son even though it wasn't until recently that she was allowed to have a extended visits. He wanted to kill her and he ran the thought by you. You could’ve said ‘yes’ setting your domestic powerhouse on some mentally ill woman with the idea to kill you but you didn’t and instead insisted he go back to seeing his therapist and work out that it wasn’t worth killing her. He still pouted about how you wouldn’t let him do it and you just huffed and remembered how dangerous he’d be without you.

He was truly always like this; it just began to show later in his relationship. During the days of U.A he’d mention how "it’d be so easy to stop Mineta if we just melted his hands together.” Thankfully the majority of the group couldn’t tell in his monotone expression that he was not joking, you and Deku could. Needless to say both of you were concerned.

You both agreed someone had to hold the reins on this crazy horse. And you would do it. At first it was only following him around and being his walking consciousness then it was full on cuddling, living with him, and marrying him. Midoriya was actually really angry when you agreed to his proposal only because he was worried about your own happiness but you reasoned that this was the best way to watch him. Saying that as if, you couldn’t deny his sincerity when he stopped his work randomly to hold your face and say, “I love you (Y/n) just wanted to let you know.” How could you turn away when his loyalty withstood the test of time and even your own unreasonable moments. You love him. The good parts and the bad. You don’t love his family though but neither does he so it's okay.

“Right this way Mister and Missus (L/n).” The maid led you through the Western styled manor stopping at the doorway of a lavish dining hall. A round table sat in the center with its occupants already seated and turning their heads to look at the estranged couple of the evening.

“You’re late.”

“I know.”

The greeting of a father and his youngest son, lovely right? You and Shoto sit next to one another leaving your right side exposed to Fuyumi (who was beaming at you) and exposing his left to his house-arrested brother. You remember Fuyumi and hoped that since she brought her own date she would have stopped her divine mission to make you uncomfortable. Alas the man sat there digging in paying no mind to the revolting behavior. She started drooling and you only hoped your husband would deter her. Absolutely disgusting.

“So Shoto, how are you?” His mother broke the silence with her smile as if you weren't there. He responded in curt answers until his mother starts a rant about how to keep happy, distracting your partner from his convict brother who had crawled under the table resting his head on your lap. You went to stand up but his grip on your thighs kept you planted in your seat as he shoved his face between your legs and sniffed. “Hi there Princess, it's been a while.” Muffled and making you uncomfortable you lifted your arms up because you knew if you pushed at his head he’d only moan. You learned your lesson from last dinner. His advancement on your bits left you exposed to the twitchy hands of Fuyumi who saw your held up arms and hands as an invitation to squeeze your breast. Whether it's a handful or nothing at all she is pressing hard as if she doesn’t have some of her own. You hold in any sounds you wish to make out and focus on silently unlatching the woman from yourself without tearing your top.

“Oh Enji you have rats on the floor. You should get that checked out.” Your husband snarks as he puts an ice coat over Dabi’s eyes who immediately untwines himself with you to relieve the freeze. For Fuyumi he grabs her hands and squeezes until she lets go of you and her fingers curl haphazardly close to the palm. I'm pretty sure that's broken or at least strained.

“(Y/n) why don’t you eat? I heard you really like this dish. (F/f), was it?” Enji proposed with an unnaturally soft look in his eyes.

You politely smile but don’t move to eat it even though you really want to. The first night of your engagement you found that they weren’t past drugging you. Shoto better treat me to some (f/s/f).You didn’t drink the wine for obvious reasons and that seems to set Rei off.

“Ugh you're such a rude #$#&^%! You’re so ungrateful!”

Shoto’s previous idea to kill her didn’t sound as bad to either of you. As if telepathically sensing the need for comfort you locked hands with one another under the table. “Mom please,” Natsuo guides, “Remember they called us here to discuss something important? So what was it you wanted to say (Y/n), Shoto?”

You're nervous pupils met.

You do it.

No, you say it. It’s your family.

It's your body.

You glare at him and he knows he’s lost. “We’re pregnant.”

Next Chapter➡

#yanderes #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere family #yandere #yandere harem #yanderexrea #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere shoto todoroki #yandere shoto x reader

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Gosh, the Hawks x intern! Reader sure made me tear up :(

Like imagine him regretting not being there for her and his baby girl from the start and trying to make up for it now 😭😭💖

I was going to imagine this, but I couldn't because I ended up writing 3000 words. 😭 I just love fictional babies so much and want them to be happy, okay? I left it open-ended, so I wouldn't betray the "kick his ass" gang. I'm a weak woman 🥺 I still don't know much about him other than what Wikipedia and memes tell me but here we go!

Part One | Part Two

Hawks doesn’t think you’ll ever let him in, not that he could blame you. Every time you see him, your expression hardens, pretty eyes narrow into a glare, nostrils flare, breathing heavy. His only bright light during your last exchange is that you wait three seconds before slamming the door in his face rather than the usual zero.

Oh, he’s definitely softening you up. Not.

It’s been a month now that he’s been at this, and he is starting to wonder if this entire thing is worth the headache. All he’s accomplished so far is bothering you with his requests to talk. Then, he remembers the little angel that you have with you and thinks it’s worth the headache.

At first, he had ignored your previous exchange that day at the park and the nagging feeling in the corner of his mind upon seeing the two of you. Until that same feeling started to weigh on his heart. He quickly realizes what those feelings were. Guilt and regret at not taking another path with the high schooler he so carelessly took advantage of and impregnated.

If he had, he could be annoying Endeavor about his cute little wife right about now.

Hawks feels a bit like Icarus flying too close to the sun and now sinking in a turbulent ocean of his own making. Instead of drowning, the world decides to throw him a lifeline as the receptionist patches a call through to him.

His heart jumps when he hears you on the other side, resistant but succumbed in your plea, “I need your help.”

The very next day you arrive at the agency, a small hand latched in your own as you stand in the middle of his office. You didn’t want to be here. The thought of being in the same place where your daughter was conceived with the same man who left you makes you antsy. You can’t believe you actually let Fumikage talk you into this.

You remember that phone conversation.

Your daughter’s quirk had been coming in full force, so fast you didn’t know how to handle it. You hoped that Tokoyami would have been able to help her control it since he trained with the very person she received her quirk from much longer than you had and that he was part avian himself.

“Please, Fumi. It’s getting worse,” you begged over the phone. “She accidentally hurt a few of the kids at school. No. No. They’re fine, some cuts and a little shook up, but fine. They won’t let her back in until she gets it under control though, so please.”

“I told you there’s not much else I can do. The best solution would be to go to the person with the same quirk.”

He’s right. He’s absolutely right, but you don’t want to rely on someone like that man especially now. What if he ended up hurting her?

“I don’t want to do that.”

“I know you don’t, but he’s been trying to contact you, right? So I'm sure he'd do it if you asked.”

“Yeah…” You growled. “I swear if he makes one smart-ass remark, I might kill him in front of her.”

“Remember it’s not for you. Although, I don’t think you could kill him even if you tried.”

“If we combined our strength…”

“No,” Tokoyami immediately shot down.

You sighed. “I’m only joking. Do you have the number to the agency still?”

Now you’re here, watching the very man who abandoned you kneel down to your daughter’s eye level. Hawks couldn’t believe he’s actually seeing her. It’s a bit exciting to see how much bigger she’s gotten in such a short time with big fat wings at her back holding way more feathers than she can probably deal with.

“So, this is the special girl,” he says. She shies away from him, hiding behind your leg for protection. “Come on out, Baby Bird, you don’t have to be scared of me.”

Slowly, she peeks from behind you, fingers still clutched in your pants leg, and Hawks smiles.

“There you are. Did your mommy tell you who I am?”

“You’re her and uncle Toko’s old teacher, and you’re going to help me control my quirk.”

“That’s right. You just turned five, right? That’s when a lot of quirks can get kind of hectic.”

“Yeah. I had a birthday party with Elsa last month.”

Hawks’ smile falters for a second as he thinks he doesn’t know exactly what day her birthday is. At least now he knows the month. Quickly, he’s back to normal to keep an air of happiness in the situation. “You know I know a lady that looks a bit like Elsa. She has ice powers like her too,” Hawks says, having grown a little closer to the number one hero's family as he tried to figure out what to do about his own family situation.

When her eyes widen, Hawks knows he has her hook, line, and sinker. She throws her initial shyness to the wind in exchange for excitement. “She does? Can I meet her?”

“I’m sure we could make that happen. If not, her son has an ice quirk, too. I’m sure he’d show you.”

The young girl smiles at him, but Hawks notices her vision drifting to something else. Cautiously, her tiny hand stretches out to him, making him nervous as to what she’s doing, before chubby fingers clutch around the edge of his wing, squeezing into his feathers. “They’re pretty,” she mumbles.

“Want one?” he asks, and she nods.

“This is my birthday present for you, don’t lose it,” he says, offering her a single long feather from the back of his wings. She clutches it to her chest tightly, a happy smile plastered on her face.

Then, you interrupt.

“Baby, mama has to run some errands, but she’ll come right back to pick you up when the clock says twelve. You remember how that looks like, right?”

“It’s a 1 and a 2,” she says, bringing up her hands to show you.

Hawks decides to walk you out as your daughter sits in his office chair, twirling around his feather in her hand. He isn’t sure what to say to you now that he has you near him. Should he thank you for bringing her? Or would that only serve to piss you off since it’s not like you wanted to do this by choice?

“Hawks,” you say, bringing him out his thoughts. “There’s one more thing before I go.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t tell her,” you order. “Don’t you dare tell her.”

His chest squeezes at that but he can understand why you wouldn’t want her to know that information when the two of you aren’t even on speaking terms outside this issue. He didn’t want to do anything to make the situation worse either, so he brings his fingers to his mouth and zips his pinched thumb and index finger across his lips. “I’ll make sure mine and anyone else’s lips are sealed if they want to keep their job,” he calmly reassures you, always calm and carefree so you wouldn’t think that your rejection is successfully deterring him.

From then on, you drop your daughter off at his office twice a week to get a better handle on her powers. You didn’t stay long aside from that, but Hawks likes the small moments when all three of you are in the same room together.

The hero can be thankful that at least one of his girls likes him. His Baby Bird quickly attached herself to him, always pattering after his footsteps like a shadow, and always asking if he’d hold her hand, a smile forming whenever he engulfed her smaller one. He even keeps his promise to let her see Rei, or Elsa as Baby Bird so passionately refers to her, now that the woman is out of the hospital.

He thinks that if that family can recover from what happened then his shouldn’t be much different as long as he keeps trying to put in the effort and not step on your toes too much.

It isn’t long before Baby Bird begins to get a hang of her powers. At least enough that she wouldn’t be hurting anyone at school. Hawks had hoped you would still allow him to train her past that point though, but you quickly told him that she wouldn’t be returning to the agency when she reached that point.

He was sad to hear it of course, but he didn’t want to cause what little progress he made to be broken even if he really wanted to see her fly at least a few inches before she left. She’s been getting into the habit of jumping instead of walking to practice like he used to do. Although, she resembles more of a bouncy frog than a bird, to be honest.

He watches, amused, as she bounces along next to him in the hallway.

“You’ve gotten good at that,” he compliments, drawing her attention upwards.

“I’ve been practicing lots at home, but I’m not that good yet. Will you teach me how to fly like you do tomorrow?” she asks.

“No, Baby Bird. Didn’t your mommy tell you that we’re done with training after today?”

She hangs her head down, her bouncing stopping as she drags her feet. “…Yes,” she answers, letting his arm go lax as she releases his hand. Hawks pauses, watching as she draws her hands to her waist and anxiously bunches and twists the bottom of her shirt, and Hawks throat goes dry as she asks with glossy eyes, “Daddy, why doesn’t mommy like you?”

He’s completely silent, wondering exactly when she figured it out or if someone in the office had told her, let alone told her the fact that you didn’t like him. Well, he guesses it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. “How do you know to call me that?"

“Yesterday, my teacher told us that we inhe-inhe-inherent our quirk from our parents. I remember you said Elsa and her son had the same quirk, and you have big wings like mine and can make your feathers move.”

Hawks smiles. She’s a sharp one to piece it together in a day. “Your teacher is right. I bet you’ve never seen anyone else that looks quite like us.”

“No,” she answers, sniffling. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay and play with you. Mommy is so mean to you. I hate her!”

Hawks cups her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Look at me. Don’t talk about your mommy like that. It’s my fault she always gets upset when I’m around. I was mean and bullied her a lot, so if you’re mad, be mad at me. I’m the reason we can’t play together more.”

She sniffs again but it isn’t enough to stop the globs of tears running down her cheeks. “When we saw you at the park, mommy started crying when we went home. I didn’t know why she did.”

Hawks knows why. The reason you’re always so angry at him is because of the hurt you still hold inside for what he did to you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have cried. The opposite of love is indifference as they say, and he knows it’s true because he had been indifferent to the pain he caused ever since the day you came to him with weepy eyes and shaking arms as you told him you were pregnant. You had been scared, and he told you to deal with it.

Hawks scowls. He’s starting to feel sick.

"If you make someone cry, you should say sorry."

Hawks smiles. “I know, baby. I'll apologize to your mama, and I’m going to try my best to make it up to her, and you, too. I’m not going to make either of you cry anymore. Then, when she forgives me, we’ll play together again.”

She looks to him, a small glimmer of hope. “You promise?”

Hawks chuckles and grins at her, the same charming expression that made you fall for him in the first place. He holds out his hand. “Even better. I pinky promise,” he says and confidently hooks her finger with his. “Repeat after me: birds of a feather stick together.”

“Birds of a feather stick together.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises before dropping her hand to pet her head. “I think we might have a little time for me to teach you something before your mommy gets here.”

At the end of the day, Hawks is already waiting for you at the front steps of the agency as your call pulls into parallel park at the sidewalk. You step out and walk towards the steps, but your daughter meets you halfway by hopping over them, her wings flapping to hover before she falls back down onto her feet.

You smile at her. You can’t believe she’s actually flying, at least a little that is, but your surprise is ruined when she cheers. “Mommy, look at what daddy taught me,” she says, bouncing to show you her new hovering skills. “Are you looking? Are you looking?”

“Yes, I’m looking. You’re so good at that. You need to show me more when we get home,” you say but to be honest it’s the last thing on your mind as you glance over to Hawks. “Baby, why don’t you go sit in the car, and I’ll be right there.”

Hawks watches as she obediently follows your instructions, turning her back and happily hopping towards the vehicle.

“(Name), I-” Hawks says, unsure what to expect when your angry glare turns back on him. It isn’t until his yellow visors are already clicking against the pavement that he realizes you hit him. He hisses at the sting on his cheek. “That actually kind of hurt. I guess I had it coming, but I’m not really sure what I did at least recently,” he tries to play off, but you aren’t having it.

“You told her, you told her,” you keep repeating, and he’s backing away in case you decide to strike him again. “Are you trying to get her on your side?”

“Not in the way you’re thinking, and I didn’t tell her,” Hawks explains. “She pieced it together on her own. She’s sharper than you think, she can see that we look alike when she looks in a mirror, and she knows how quirks work. That’s more than enough for her to tell.”

His explanation is enough for you to halt in your assault, and you angrily huff under your breath. You don’t shift to leave, and there’s no door for you to slam away. He finally has you available. “So, what do you want to do now?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she knows; and honestly, I’m glad she does,” he confesses. “I wouldn’t mind seeing her again if you’d let me.”

Hawks swallows his anxiety as he waits for you to answer. Your eyes shift from him back to where she sits in your car, fiddling with the toys obviously left to clutter in the back before you look back at him, thinking.

“She does seem to like you…for some reason,” you add distastefully, but you know full well how happy training makes her. How her little smile beamed when she fluttered over those steps. How the word daddy came from her so sweetly. “She always likes talking about you after she spends the day here. You make her happy. But that’ll just make it harder for her when you leave ag-“

“I won’t,” he cuts off.

“How do I know that?”

“You don’t but I promise not again. (Name), I’m sorry. I’m sorry for telling you to go away like a burden and for not being there. You must’ve been scared, but I won’t leave either of you alone from now on even if you don’t want me there. I’ll be there if you need me.”

“Drop it. I’m not a part of this,” you tell him.

He knows that you’re rejecting his apology, but his ears can pick up what others can’t. He can hear those soft inflections in your voice right before you harden it into aggression, the slight stutter that you so cleverly thought you hid from him as you nearly fumbled your words, a little glimpse of a teenage girl with a crush on her sensei. “Not yet but do know I plan on trying until I make you fall for me all over again. I miss your cute little face when I'd smile at you.”

You glare. “Say that again, and I will smack you in your "cute little" face.”

"You already did that, but if it makes you feel better go ahead, I can take it if it helps you forgive me.”

He just didn’t expect you to actually take him up on the offer. This time, it’s the other cheek that burns.

“You’re right. That did make me feel better,” you say, smirking as you shake the sting from your hand. Hawks grunts, rubbing his jaw as you begin to walk towards your car. He bends down to pick up his shades before following close behind. You open the driver’s door, and say, “I expect you to pick her up at 9 tomorrow. If you’re late, don’t bother showing up ever again.”

Hawks smirks. You certainly became aggressive these past few years, but he thinks he kind of likes it. As you get in your car, he notices Baby Bird smiling at him from the window, her hand up and clutched around that birthday feather he gifted to her as she waves him off.

He’ll definitely be there on time.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x y/n #bnha hawks

[david-talks-sw]

I’m just thinking about how pathetic Sidious is, when you really look at the big picture.

He spends 13 years getting close to Anakin, pretending to be his friend, preparing him to be his next apprentice. The second he reveals himself to be a Sith, Anakin draws his lightsaber and gets ready to kill him. Palpatine needs to resort to using Pamé’s life as leverage.

He wipes out 95% of the Jedi Order! Hell yeah! Yoda just walks into his office and shoves him across the room, humiliating him.

He wears a mask for most of his life, spends 40 years pretending, trying to orchestrate the Jedi’s downfall and build the foundations of an Empire. And he finally made it! He’s the king of the world! He’s Napoleon! It takes the Jedi just 3 years of being genuine, being their kind selves and helping people to plant the seeds that’ll bring that Empire down. Hell, they did that without even trying, it was just a happy byproduct!

Palpatine's Empire lasted over 20 years! The Republic that the Jedi defended lasted for 1,000 years. Palpatine couldn’t even make it to a century.

He’s got Ezra Bridger in front of his parents, no way he doesn’t unlock the door to the World Between Worlds... Actually, Ezra is stronger than Palpatine gives him credit for, and lets go of his attachment.

Palpatine has his Death Star. It blows up whole planets, it is impregnable, the galaxy should tremble in fear. It gets destroyed by some rando farm boy who learned the term “the Force” the day before.

But it’s cool, right? He’s got a second Death Star. He’ll make it look defenseless, but actually it’s not. He puts the shield generator on a moon, with barely any defenses, because the only potential threats are the natives, who are fucking teddy bears. The teddy bears and, like, 20 rebels, blow up the shield.

He’s had a tight grip on Vader for the past two decades, there’s no way that Luke, this boy, can turn him. He’s not trying to kill Vader? Seriously? Then, what’s he gonna do? Love him to death? Pffft. Please. Luke’s love teaches his father to act out of compassion, and Anakin kills Vader and the Emperor.

Who cares? He awakens in his clone body, he got the last laugh-- Fuck! The body wasn’t ready and is rapidly aging and decaying! Anakin just condemned Palpatine to 30 years of pure agony!

After years of attempting to get a son/clone of himself, he finally manages to make one...! It’s not Force-sensitive. FuuuuuuUUUUUUU--

-- Whatever, he’ll bide his time. Let the Rebels and their “New Republic” think that they are at peace. He’ll come back! He’ll show ‘em! He’ll take back control...! The whole Sequel Trilogy takes place in the span of 1 year. The reign of the First Order over the galaxy is essentially a parenthesis in galactic history.

Screw it! He absorbed a dyad’s life force. He’s almost as powerful as the goddamn Mortis Gods! He’s wearing a sexy red & black Hugh Heffner bathrobe! Who’s gonna stop him? Huh? Some scavenger girl from nowhere? She can barely stand! And the Jedi are dead! The dead Jedi empower Rey, she kills Palpatine for good. The Final Order’s reign lasted less than a day. TROS is the Star Wars equivalent of Waterloo.

Sidious is so pathetic, I swear :D

And I’m glad LucasFilm keeps this character trait consistent, even in the Sequels and Rebels.

For all his power, for all his cunning... he keeps overlooking things like love, compassion, bravery, kindness and it keeps. screwing him. over.

He fails like all Sith do… by being arrogant.

Every single time. Cuz being evil is for morons, being good is where it’s really at.

I love it.

#star wars #Palpatine #sheev palpatine #darth sidious #sith

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 301: All My Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: We learned that when a bunch of superpowered villains are suddenly set loose with nobody around to stop them, things get fucked pretty quickly. Old Man Samurai and a bunch of other useless people decided to make “I pretend I do not see it” their new mantra, and resigned. Endeavor had a moment of despair on account of being crushed by the guilt of having ruined the lives of himself, his family, and basically everyone else in the entire world. For various reasons the heretical notion of “person who has done bad things feels sorry for doing them” sent fandom spiraling into a meltdown, so that was fun. The chapter ended with the entire Todoroki clan descending upon Enji’s hospital room to have a dramatic chat about Touya and All That General Fuckery.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “here’s the story of how Baby Touya slowly went insane trying to win his father’s love.” It’s a tale full of subverted expectations and heartbreaking inevitability, and also like twenty panels of the cutest fucking kids who ever existed on planet earth, who are so fucking cute that I can’t stop thinking about their cuteness even with all of the horrifying family tragedy unfolding around them. It is absolutely ridiculous how cute they are. Touya is out here pushing his tiny body past its limits because he inherited the same obsession as his dad and neither of them can put it aside even though it’s destroying them, and yet all I can think about is Baby Shouto’s (。･o･｡) face. Anyways what a chapter.

so I have to confess that even though I managed to avoid being caught off-guard by the early leaks, the number of people reblogging my Endeavor posts from earlier this week and using the tag “bnha 301” kind of gave me an inkling that this chapter will include more Tododrama lol. that said, I don’t know anything else about it, so we’re still good spoiler-wise

AHHHHH FLAHSBAKC AHHHH. omg I know I typoed the shit out of that, but I’m just going to leave it lol I think it’s fitting

holy shit holy fuck. so this is Rei and Enji’s first meeting, then??

yepppp, oh shit

so wait, I know this is not even the slightest bit important, but are they meeting at Enji’s home or Rei’s? because I always figured that Enji was the one with the super-Japanese aesthetic, but maybe that was Rei’s side of the family all along

(ETA: from what I found during my very brief google search, omiai meetings are often held at fancy hotels or restaurants, so maybe that’s what this is.)

there’s such a period drama feel to this setting. like it’s so outrageously formal fff how can anyone stand this kind of atmosphere though seriously

OH THANK GOD

I mean they’re still stiff af but at least they’re not rigidly sitting in seiza and staring at each other unblinkingly anymore lol. Enji’s actually got his hands in his pockets now. why is this somehow almost cute

oh damn it’s the flowers

Rei seems so subdued and it’s so hard to get any idea of what she’s actually thinking. I want to see her side of this dammit

but anyway, so at least from Enji’s perspective it seems like even though the marriage was arranged and he picked her because of her quirk, he still loved his wife and wanted to do right by her. the fact that he was watching her and noticed that she liked the flowers, and remembered that detail for all these years -- there’s a reason why Horikoshi’s showing us this. we know what’s going to happen later on; we know how much fear and violence and breaking of trust is coming up ahead, and while it may seem like this scene is serving to soften Enji’s character further -- which to be fair it is -- it also helps drive home the full impact of his abuse. that it’s so terrible not only because of the trauma of the abuse itself, but also because of the way it retroactively destroys all of the good things as well. this could have potentially been such a sweet scene, but it’s inescapably tainted by the knowledge of what’s to come, at least for me. and that’s just brutal

anyways, shit. is the whole chapter going to be like this?? feel free to toss in something I can actually make a joke about sometime, Horikoshi

oop, back to the present

omfg lol

“are you all right” “NO I’M NOT ALL RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK.” “oh, right, because of all the stuff that’s happened with me abusing you and you having a mental breakdown and being hospitalized for ten years and then our son coming back to life and killing thirty people, right, right. I almost forgot.” whoops

omfg you guys I’m loving this new and improved steely-eyed Rei. I’m loving her a lot

and what do you mean “part one” fkjds how long is this going to be. TOO MUCH DRAMA FOR ONE CHAPTER TO HANDLE

oh, hello

yeah I’ll say you did. didn’t seem to bother you much at the time, though

HMMMMMMMMMMMM

Dabi Is A Noumu intensifies even further. anyways though would you fucking look at this boy lounging on this moth-eaten couch doing his best DRAW ME LIKE YOUR FRENCH GIRLS impression wtf

Dabi what if you actually had killed him??? what would you feel?? satisfaction?? regret?? anything at all?? tell me your secrets goddammit

who are you talking to buddy

Fuyumi-chan, Natsu-kun (is it common for brothers to address each other as -kun?? can’t recall seeing that in many other anime, but hey), and “dot dot dot,,,,,, SHOUTO” lol thank you so much for this bountiful heaping of Tododrama Horikoshi we are blessed

AH, WHAT DID I SAY THE OTHER DAY

ULTIMATE MELODRAMATIC THEATER CHILD. “I’M JUST GOING TO LIE ON THIS COUCH SHIRTLESS AND ALONE AND MAKE SPEECHES TO MY FAMILY MEMBERS WHO AREN’T THERE AND SAY THINGS LIKE ‘WATCH ME IN THE PITS OF HELL’ WITH A STRAIGHT FACE BECAUSE NO ONE’S THERE TO JUDGE ME.” WELL JOKE’S ON YOU MISTER CHATTERBOX BECAUSE I AM IN FACT JUDGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU LOL

(ETA: and on a more serious note, it’s interesting to see that “look at me”/”watch me” theme being used again though, because we see that same sentiment uttered repeatedly by the younger Touya in the flashback. well kid, you definitely got your wish at last. don’t know what else to say.)

OKAY HORIKOSHI HAS DECIDED THAT’S ENOUGH FUN, TIME FOR MORE FLASHBACKS

oh my sweet precious lord

just as cute as we left him. giving us a child this cute when we all know full well what’s going to happen to him is just unspeakably cruel though

HOMG

I’m fucking speechless. you broke me, congratulations. what am I even supposed to do with this

I can’t get over this. moving forward my life will be split into two distinct parts, B.P. (Before the Pout) and A.P. (After the Pout)

and meanwhile there’s ALL THIS BACKGROUND ANGST BUILDING UP, AND I CAN’T EVEN FOCUS ON IT. Touya’s arm and cheek are covered in bandages (I’m guessing this is shortly after that “ouch!” panel we got some chapters back), and Enji is deliberately avoiding training with him because he doesn’t want him to hurt himself further. I can’t fucking get over the irony that all this time everyone thought Touya had died because Enji pushed him too far in his training, and it turns out that it’s the opposite -- the tragedy ultimately happened because he didn’t want to push him. but I’m jumping ahead of myself though I guess

by the way,

remember this?? just wanted to remind you that it exists just in case you forgot

so now someone is talking and basically saying that Touya is the exact opposite of what Enji was hoping for when he decided to start playing with quirk genetics

-- okay hold up

...lol no, never mind. for a second I thought “holy shit he looks kind of familiar WHAT IF IT’S UJIKO OMG” before I remembered that Enji would have recognized him during the hospital capture mission if that was the case. so NEVER MIND, PROCEED

IMAGINE THAT, ENJI DOESN’T QUITE SEEM SATISFIED WITH THIS SUGGESTION OF QUITTING NOW

(ETA: how the fuck did this man go around saving 62 towns in a single day what even is All Might.)

[clicks tongue several times] trouble a’brewin’

MEANWHILE BABY TOUYA HAS UNFORTUNATELY INHERITED HIS DAD’S STUBBORN STREAK

KLDIHWOEIJFL:KSDJ

!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god. oh my god. what is this chapter. WHAT IS IT

so now Touya is all “YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND MY MANLY DESIRE TO BURN MYSELF ALIVE” well you got her there champ

THEY’RE TOO CUTE. OH MY GOD. HIS FURIOUS LITTLE TEARS. HER CHUBBY LIL FACE. HIS STUBBY LIL FISTS. SOMEONE HELP ME

also are they just home alone lol or what. “hey Touya, you’re what, like six now?? do us a favor and look after your baby sister for a couple hours for us would you? make sure not to set yourself on fire or anything.” WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG!!

now it’s nighttime and Enji and Rei are arguing, presumably about his decision not to train Touya anymore

whew. okay. so, a couple of things here

1. first of all I think this conclusively shows that Enji really was trying to do the best he could for Touya. he stopped training him as soon as he realized it was hurting him, but Touya was still determined so he tried to make it work anyway, and even visited doctors to try and figure out if there was anything they could do. then, once they were absolutely sure that it wasn’t going to work, he tried multiple times to explain to Touya why they had to stop. he didn’t just abandon him out of the blue, which is really important to note. “no matter how much I tried telling him...”

so yeah, that debunks another common fandom accusation. so by the time he finally makes this decision, which we all know is going to turn out horribly, it’s basically because he’s already tried everything else he could think of. which, by the way, still doesn’t mean he handled this right. but at the very least he was taking Touya’s feelings into account and he was trying, and he didn’t just abruptly toss his son aside (at least not yet)

2. buuuut, then there’s this panel right below all that

which is the other side of it. if he’d just quit like the doctor person advised him to, that would have been the end of it. Touya would still have been upset, but he would have eventually gotten over it and the family would have moved on and possibly even been happy. but what happens next happens because Enji can’t let go. he still has this maddening urge to surpass All Might, and so he and Rei keep having more children, and then Shouto is born, and Enji finally has a kid he can start projecting all of his hysterical ambitions onto once again, and everything starts spiraling out of control soon after

though p.s. none of that is Shouto’s fault though!! he’s one of the few good things to come out of this whole mess and I’m very happy that he exists. the tragedy is that his dad fucking lost his mind over his quirk and fucked everything up. but that’s on him, not Touya or Shouto

anyways, SLKFJLSHGLKJL

I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE THIS YOU GUYS??? LOOK AT THAT LIL BUTTON OF A NOSE??? I’M LOSING IT HERE???

AND TOUYA JUST SEEMS DEVASTATED OMG

because children aren’t stupid, after all. he understands that his dad is still looking to surpass All Might. and so he feels like a failure, and feels like his dad is trying to replace him because he wasn’t good enough. and even now, isn’t that what the adult Touya is trying to prove?? that he was good enough after all?? “I’ll show you what happens when you give up on me, dad”?? “I’ll show you what I can do”?? fuck my life fuck everything

AND YOU CAN SEE THE TOLL THAT IT’S ALL TAKING ON REI GETTING WORSE AND WORSE AS WELL OH GOD

really nice touch here with the panel outlines becoming all shimmery from the heat of Endeavor’s flames (and/or becoming more unstable as the family gets closer and closer to their breaking point). but man, Horikoshi I can’t handle this, please show us more cute kids or something I can’t

GKELKWFJLDKSHFLKL

WITTLE BABE. BEEB. BUBS. SMOL. lkj; oh ouch a piece of my heart just detached and latched onto him huh look at that

TODOROKI “I’M SO SMALL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT’S GOING ON AND I DIDN’T ASK TO BE HERE” SHOUTO AHHHHH

crazy how they all just seem to know right off the bat lol. kid doesn’t even have object permanence yet, let alone a quirk. but do they care?? IT’S THE HAIR, RIGHT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT, I’M JUST GONNA COME OUT AND SAY IT. they knew the minute they looked at him lol

AND MEANWHILE TOUYA IS OFF HAVING UNSUPERVISED TRAINING/CRYING SESSIONS IN THE MOUNTAINS OR WHATEVER, AND, UH OH

are those blue flames yet?? they seem pretty close

(ETA: this is one of the few cases where the manga being in black and white is infuriating lol.)

OH MY GOD AND STILL

so it’s not like he was so disinterested that he didn’t notice what was happening, and he was still trying to stop it and get through to him. trying to reassure him that it wasn’t the end of the world and there were other things he could do with his life, but this one particular thing just wasn’t going to happen

fucking hell. it’s agonizing seeing how close they actually were to fixing it. if he’d only said the right words, or if he’d realized at this point how destructive his obsession could be to his kids, and backed off from putting that same pressure on Shouto. we came so close to possibly having a happy ending

AND ALSO THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING BUT PLEASE LOOK AT HOW TOUYA IS LIKE THREE AND A HALF FEET TALL AND HIS DAD IS LIKE NINE AND A HALF FEET. Touya barely comes past his knees flkjlkg. the Todoroki household must have been so filled with like plastic stepstools to reach the bathroom sink and all the little baby toothbrushes, and baby gates to keep the kiddos out of the important grown-up rooms and stuff. and also days-old half-empty cups of water and stale crackers and hot wheels and my little ponies strewn everywhere

“BUT EVERYONE AT SCHOOL SAYS THEY’RE GONNA BE HEROES” a wild Deku parallel appears?? how bout that

I know this is like a pivotal moment in the Todo Tragedy and all, but fucking look at this lil dumpling

“sup bro, it’s me, the manifestation of your fears of inadequacy and lack of fatherly affections. a GAAA. ba-baAA-baa [gurgling baby sounds]”

OHHHHH IT’S THE SOUND OF MY HEART BREAKING OH NO

HE WANTS TO BE LIKE YOU ENJI. good lord somebody please just get this family some therapy

“DAD YOU IGNITED IT IN ME” flkjslkj nope, nope. not ready for this pain here

baby Shouto, would you like to weigh in on this affair? “DA!! ba-ga-daaa, [pacifier chewing noises]” oh my, you don’t say. so insightful for one so young

OH MY GODDDDDD

IT’S SO DRAMATIC BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT ARE THE SHOUNEN WOOSH LINES SURROUNDING FOUR-MONTH-OLD SHOUTO LOL HE WAS LIKE THIS FROM BIRTH OH MY GOD I AM DYING HELP

SHOUTO YOU’RE RUINING THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER!?!?!

“yo, the fuck kind of family was I fucking born into” oh, son. if you only knew. IF YOU ONLY KNEW!!

(ETA: lmao I got so distracted by the ridiculous cuteness that I glossed over the fact that Baby Touya seems to possibly be aiming at him?? it’s hard to tell because he’s also super out of it from heatstroke and may just be losing control in his attempt to show off his upgrade.)

ANYWAY THAT’S THE END EXCEPT WHAT’S THIS LAST LINE OMG

ffffff. and we’re in for ANOTHER chapter of this next week?? MORE drama?? MORE BABIES?? MORE OF EIGHT-YEAR-OLD TOUYA’S SLOW DESCENT INTO MADNESS. MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT, BUT ALSO YES PLEASE SIGN ME UP

#bnha 301 #dabi #todoroki touya #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki rei #todoroki shouto #todoroki fuyumi #todoroki natsuo #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[evermorel-ove]

the other woman.

loki x fem!reader

y/n always had time. for everything and anything. she was always there for anyone, to give advice whenever they needed it. that’s was loki loved about her. and she was always happy. according to loki, there has never been one time he has seen her cry or yell at anyone. she was just joy, inside and out, so everyone nicknamed her their little bundle of joy.

y/n had time to manicure her nails. she always thought that if she didn’t, she was just seem more uglier than she already was, according to her. maybe if she was more pretty, loki would like her. natasha would always tell her “oh please, if only you would see how he looks at you. he’s like totally head over heels for you!”, but y/n was quite the doubter. not once has she ever convinced herself loki actually liked her. but maybe if she put on makeup everyday, manicure her nails, and curl her hair, maybe he would.

y/n had time for her hair but she was never seen with pin curls in her hair, anywhere. anytime she did, the door was locked and she never left the room. why? who knows.

y/n had time to enchant her clothes in french perfume. she knew she needed to smell good. even though most of the time she was in the compound, she was either in her room or the lab. sure she loved her friends, but socializing was never her things. socializing was a thing she only really ever felt comfortable with loki or nat.

y/n keeps fresh cut white rose and purple tulips in every single shelf of her room. she found comfort in these flowers. she was quite the plant mom, when you think about it. other than fighting crime, and drawing, planting was her thing.

y/n doesn’t know this but loki keeps fresh cut purple roses and white tulips in every shelf of his room. why? who knows.

y/n never has toys that scatter everywhere in the compound. if she ever does find morgan’s toys, she always returns it. she cares for everyone’s safety, of course. she wouldn’t want someone complaining to tony that they stepped on a lego or a bratz doll. he has enough problems that do not include sam stepping on a lego.

but one day, y/n gets a text, not a verbal conversation, not a call, no a text. from loki. loki never texts her. he loved verbal contact. but who cares. ‘meet me at the bookstore downtown at 5 pm sharp. :)’ it read. y/n had a large grin plastered on her face. she thought she would have never seen the day he would ask her out. of course, y/n follows her regular steps.

makeup and manicure. hair. perfume. flower pin. clean up. head out.

she arrives at the bookstore at 4:59, expecting loki to already be there, since he had this tendency for being early to everything. but he isn’t, what a shock. 10 minutes later, she finds herself sitting in a table close to the entrance to check if loki is there. 30 minutes later, she gets a text. from nat. ‘so how’s it going??? ;)’ scared to lie, she responds with, ‘really good!!’. she can feel herself start to tear up but she stops herself. ‘he could just be running late.’ 1 hour later, it is now 6:10 pm. she texted him, ‘are you just running late or?’ no response. at 8:54 pm, the door to the bookstore opens and there stands loki. he can see her in her chair, with her elbow on the table and chin in her palm, waiting like a lonesome queen.

y/n’s head turned quickly at the sound of the door and couldn’t help but scoff at him. she could feel her eyes tearing up but this time, she doesn’t stop. “so, now you decide to show up, huh?” her voice was breaking horribly. she felt like she was going to break down. and it was all his fault.

“love, i was just running late, i’m-” he was cut off by her broken laughter. “running late? it’s been almost 4 hours. i have sat here for almost 4 hours waiting for you, and you’re telling me you were running late? are you kidding me?” her voice was cracking and her crying had intensified. loki felt like crying himself. this was all his fault, all because of that one girl.

“you know what, i’m gonna just go. don’t speak to me until you can come up with a proper excuse. or just the truth.” she starts walking out the door into the heavy rain and stops when she hears, “i love you.”

everything was running in her head. ‘its a joke. no one would ever love you. you’re ugly and fat and disgusting.’ she sobbed even more. she turns around and shakes her head. “no. you don’t. you’re just trying to convince yourself too because you can’t have who you really want. but if you do really love me, who were you with?” it took her awhile to say this but she did.

he didn’t want to say this. if only she knew what really happened. being late was that girl’s fault. her dumb decisions. “...natasha.” he only whispered at first. “what?” she didn’t hear him. “natasha.” now she really wished she didn’t hear that.

“oh my god, i can’t even look at you right now.” he really wished he didn’t hear that.

“it wasn’t my fault! she was the one who forced me to stay. if only you knew how many times i tried to get up and leave. ..31. but the point is, i don’t love her. i would never ever love anyone else more than i love you, darling!” the rain drops heavily fell on their heads, their clothes were dripping wet at this point.

“goodbye loki.” and with that she was gone. he didn’t chase after her but oh he wished he did. but he couldn’t. she wouldn’t listen. he wanted to be the reason she would smile not the reason she cries. he wanted to see her laugh. he wanted to listen to her rants and have her read to him. garden with her. cook with her. everything with her was gone.

now she believed herself, “the other woman”, everyone’s second choice. the other woman will cry herself to sleep after this. without him by her side.

#loki x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #mcu loki #loki layfeyson imagine #mcu fic #marvel #lana del rey #Spotify

[hopelesshawks]

Basic Instincts Part 40- Odds

18+ Hawks x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: Hawks was your first friend, your first kiss, and your first love. You were the same for him. But you’re not little commission trainees anymore, you’re full fledged pro-heroes now with all the baggage and sacrifice that entails. Things are different now, and when the two of you end up accidentally mated, well… they’re about to get even more different.

Masterlist Help Lulu <3

Hijacking a government sponsored livestream, it turns out, is easier said than done. The last few days have been hectic to say the least. You’ve spent hours finding ghosts who could help you with the logistics, acquiring sufficiently quality camera equipment, and figuring out how the fuck livestreaming even works all while trying to get the new commission replacement set up. Hawks helps when he can, god bless him, but Noriko has been assigning him jobs like crazy and the city is still experiencing the elevated crime rate that peaked just after your retirement. He hates it, you know he does, but it can’t be helped. You’re so close now and with the livestream set to air tomorrow there’s no room for error.

That being said, it’s probably the most hopeful you’ve felt in a very long time. Rei Todoroki especially has been helpful. She seems just as passionate as you and Hawks, her own experience with hero society failing her and her children (or perhaps one child in particular comes to her mind) seeming to fuel her. She’s also been helping you prepare for the potential media circus afterwards, drawing on her experiences from after her family’s history was revealed to the world. It’s incredibly reassuring to know that even someone you’d never met before sees the value in replacing the commission. It’s a sign that maybe, just maybe, the general public will go for the idea as well. Stain has also been invaluable in coming up with ideas to make sure the new alternative is actually held accountable. Even Endeavor had to admit that having a villain’s perspective made it easier to figure out what mistakes to avoid, other than the obvious.

You flop back onto your bed, exhausted and filled with nervous anticipation for tomorrow. It’s all coming together, an almost earth-shattering realization. You’ve thought about doing something about the HPSC for years but never thought you’d have the means or ability to do it and to do it this quickly either. Keigo walks in and quickly joins you on the bed although he sits on the side instead of laying down next to you as he usually would. His feathers are ruffled, literally, all of them twitching and just slightly out of place. He’s nervous. Really nervous. It’s not like him to get this nervous over a mission. You sit up and move beside him, carefully reaching out to stroke through his wings to soothe whatever anxiety is clawing through him. He shudders at the touch, settling slightly although the nerves don’t entire fade. “You good? I know tomorrow’s a big day but it’s not like you to be this agitated,” you ask gently. He laughs but it’s strained and a pitch higher than usual and worry starts to curl tightly in your stomach. “Kei?” you ask cautiously.

He takes a big heaving breath, cooing softly before reaching back to grasp hold of the hand stroking through his wings and bring it to his lips instead. He brushes a kiss along your knuckles before bringing it back down. Another breath. “Sorry Dove, can’t have you distractin’ me,” he chuckles.

“You’re making me nervous.”

“Trust me, you’ve got nothing to be nervous about I just need to talk to you about something.”

“Baby I love you but you’re making it worse, just tell me what it is.”

“Right, ok, fuck well I’ve been thinking a lot lately…”

“Never a great idea.”

“(Y/n).”

“Sorry, sorry go on.”

“As I was saying I was thinking about what we were saying about the bond and not being able to feel each other anymore so I uh, I got you something. Close your eyes?”

You do as told, heart beating so hard in your chest you think it might burst. You feel the bed shift as Keigo stands and when he finally tells you to open your eyes again he almost sounds breathless. When you open your eyes your heart stops beating entirely. Keigo is kneeling in front of you smiling that paparazzi perfect smile but you can see he’s absolutely shitting himself as one of his feathers hovers uncertainly in front of you, a beautiful silver chain dangling from one end. “Look I know it doesn’t compare to what we lost, but bond or not I can’t imagine a future without you Dove. So I know it’s not a ring and we’ve got a lot going on and technically you’re legally dead so if tomorrow doesn’t go well we can’t even do anything officially-“

“Keigo I swear to god if you’re asking what I think you’re asking hurry up and ask so I can say yes already.”

The smile your words bring to his face is blinding.

“Marry me?”

“Fuck yes.”

You’re not sure who moves first but in the next moment you both meet in the middle, elated tears wetting your cheeks as you kiss your fiancé. You only separate so Keigo can put the chained feather around your neck, the red plume resting on your chest as he clasps the necklace around you. You reach a hand up to touch it reverently and the rest of Keigo’s feathers instinctively twitch as well, a slight shudder running through him. The feather glides up, tickling your nose until you roll your eyes and gently pull it down again. When your eyes meet his golden irises they’re filled with a fond warmth. “It’s not quite the same as the bond but now we’ll always have a way of feeling each other again,” he coos, nuzzling his nose against yours, “it’s good enough for now.” You shake your head. “Kei, it’s perfect.”

Part of you is still scared about tomorrow. There’s so much to get done and the first full meeting of all eight members of the new commission will be tomorrow morning before the memorial. A million and one things could go wrong and the consequences would be disastrous but somehow, wrapped up in the arms of your mate and fiancé, all of that fades into the background.

You and Keigo.

Keigo and You.

The two of you against the world.

And you’re pretty sure you like those odds.

A/N: Holy shit I can’t believe we’re at part 40. I’ve known I was going to have Hawks propose in this fic since pretty much day 1 so it’s crazy to think I’ve made it this far into the fic now

Taglist: @oliviasslut @theycallme-becky @vibesdontlie @superhermit @thechroniclesofawriter @fandomsgotmefucked @simpsfortodoroki @dingdongitsbees

#hopelessbi #hawks #wing hero hawks #hawks smau #hawks x y/n #hawks x fem!reader

[caiminnent]

my demise, my downfall [kylux, rated M]

Summary: Hux had no idea that Ren, his bedmate and partner in crime, was actually Ben Organa-Solo, the sole heir of First Order's biggest rival in the industry.

He didn't know Ben had a girlfriend, either.

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Tags: Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Use Your Words, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Armitage Hux is Not Nice, Kylo Ren isn't Much Better, Canon-Typical Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships

Notes: Photo by Mitchell Griest on Unsplash, cropped.

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Hux wakes up to gentle caresses, a feather-light finger drawing unrecognisable shapes over his shoulders, down his back.

His eyes ache behind his eyelids, that didn’t-sleep-enough taste in his mouth. Torn between giving in to his body’s demands for rest and enjoying the soft touch while it lasts, he drifts on the edge of sleep and wakefulness, basking in the pleasant warmth.

Something rattles far behind him, jerking him fully awake. The touch withdraws.

Pushing his disappointment down, Hux takes a deep breath and rolls onto his back. Ren is sitting up in the middle of the bed with his legs stretched out, tapping away at his phone.

“Go back to sleep,” Ren says without looking, his tone sleep-gruff. “’s not morning yet.”

“Why are you awake, then?” Hux mumbles, though he doesn’t particularly care about the answer. A short night wasn’t enough to make up for six weeks of absence; Hux won’t be settled without at least a few more hours of sleep, another round and brunch.

Thank fuck it’s Sunday.

Ren doesn’t respond, focused on whatever he’s doing on his phone. Stretching languidly on the bed, “Come back here, Ren,” Hux purrs, kicking the covers away in the process. Ren’s eyes latch onto the bared skin.

“Can’t,” Ren says, shaking his head. The phone buzzes again, as if reminding them of itself—as if it gave Ren a chance to forget it. “Got plans.”

Hux’s mood sours. Plans. Ren has barely returned to the Core Worlds and he’s already making plans with others.

“What plans?” Hux asks, keeping his tone mild. It can’t be work; they don’t hide Snoke’s various demands from each other, if only so Snoke won’t be able to blindside them later. Ren doesn’t have any friends in this sector, either—none that Hux knows of, at least. Is it that girl? Is Ren running out of Hux’s bed straight into her arms?

Hux has never woken up in Ren’s bed, but he now knows how it would feel to be kicked out of it.

Ren is still typing, not even acknowledging the question. What the hell is he writing, a novel?

“Let me guess, then,” Hux says, poison-sweet. “Early breakfast with your sunshine?”

Ren freezes.

A vicious delight fills Hux. “Unless you two had urgent business to take care of at the Resistance HQ,” he continues evenly, ignoring the tension that thickens in the air between them. “First Order’s latest requisitions have put them in quite the bind; your mother is right to want you on-site, now that you’re—”

—pinned on the bed with Ren’s overly warm body covering his, Ren’s forearm across his throat and knees on Hux’s shins. Ren’s other hand presses Hux’s wrists into the mattress; so close to the knife Hux keeps between the mattress and the headboard, but at the entirely wrong angle to grab it.

“Bastard,” Hux hisses in Ren’s face, the bed groaning as he feebly tries to shake Ren off. Ren presses his knobbly knees harder into Hux’s legs in answer, as if trying to dig grooves into Hux’s bones. The pressure on his neck remains steady, only hard enough to make it uncomfortable to swallow. A half-hearted threat at best.

What a bloody embarrassment.

“You’re not supposed to know any of that,” Ren snarls, his nostrils flaring as he glares down at Hux. Hux stares back, keeping his gaze steady and his breathing even. He’s never been afraid of Snoke’s hound; that won’t change now. “I know Snoke forbid you from investigating me. Have you been fucking—fucking digging anyway?”

Hux scoffs. As if he’s got the time to dig into Ren’s life. “I was having a business dinner at the Starkiller last month, when you walked in with your lovely girlfriend.” It’s quite telling that Ren didn’t even notice Hux there, so captivated by her. “Have you ever noticed how her voice carries, Ben?”

Ren growls low in his throat like the beast he is, his shoulders and neck tensing. Inhaling deeply, Hux waits for the moment Ren will put his crushing weight on Hux’s windpipe, visualising his hands clenching and unclenching as his body struggles to draw air into his burning lungs, unable to even scrabble at Ren’s forearm. The spots in his darkening vision until he can’t see Ren’s face anymore. Waking up with bruises on his tender neck—or not waking up at all.

Ren can’t kill him, though. He isn’t allowed to, not until Hux outlives his usefulness for Snoke. Killing Hux now would mean Ren signing his own death warrant.

“That name,” Ren says lowly, his breath warm on Hux’s face, “isn’t for you to use. Nobody—nobody—can find out that you know it, or there will be consequences.” He gives Hux a long look, anxiety shining through the ebbing fury in his eyes. What happens if word of Ren’s real name gets out? What’s so important about it? “Hux. Do you understand?”

Hux scoffs. “Yes, damn you. I won’t tell anyone.” He wasn’t planning to anyway; this sort of personal information is more valuable as a bargaining chip. When the time comes, he’ll benefit from having leverage over Snoke’s protégé. It just might turn the tide in Hux’s favour.

Satisfied, Ren rolls off and away from Hux. For a moment, Hux can only breathe as his blood rushes back into his feet and hands with that pins-and-needles sensation. Something dark and ugly gathers in the pit of his stomach, a need to sink his teeth into Ren’s throat until he tastes blood rising in him.

Later. His chance will come later.

Ren’s found his trousers on the floor, putting them on. Hux feels oddly naked, vulnerable in only soft trousers while Ren dons his armour again.

Well, Hux is clearly not going back to sleep. Might as well start his day.

“I hope you realise that this cannot continue,” he says conversationally, stepping into his slippers. No point of pulling the sheets up; he’s going to throw them all in the wash as soon as Ren leaves anyway. “This double life of yours, I mean—it’s too much of a risk to allow.”

“It’s not a double life,” Ren grumbles, trying to shake the wrinkles out of his shirt. The spiteful part of Hux hopes that Ren won’t have time to change out of the mussed state Hux put him in before his plans.

“Well, what would you call it?” Hux asks, raising a brow. “Polished, charming Organa-Solo heir on one side, Snoke’s brooding enforcer on the other? Unless I’m wrong and you’re mixing business and pleasure, in which case Ben’s dry cleaner had better be very discreet.”

“I’m not—” Ren cuts himself off with a huff, his unbuttoned shirt hanging off his shoulders. His glare isn’t quite effective with the entire bed between them. “Look, Snoke knows. Okay? He encourages me to keep Ben Organa-Solo alive—to have past connections we can use. I’m doing his bidding.”

“Sunshine—or whatever her name is—she’s one of your honeypot assignments, then?”

Ren runs his teeth over his bottom lip. “I didn’t say that.”

The space behind Hux’s eyes is throbbing, the beginnings of a headache making itself known. Kriffing Ren and his kriffing inability to say one thing straight.

His robe hangs off the hook behind the door—a strategic mistake. “What, then?” Hux asks as he strides over to it, the luxurious fabric his lifeline to feeling a little more put-together. A little more like himself. “Care to explain how she fits into the picture?”

“None of your fucking business,” Ren mutters—suspiciously like around something. Hux is unsurprised to turn and find one of those death-sticks between Ren’s lips and a lighter in his hand, though annoyance is another matter entirely. “I’m doing my damn job; what more do you care?”

Hux fishes out an ashtray from his vanity with a pointed sigh, throwing it vaguely Ren’s way on the bed. Ren picks it up before dropping himself on the edge of the mattress, balancing the ashtray on a thick thigh.

“You wouldn’t be so cagey if you were only following orders,” Hux points out, ignoring the light tickle at the back of his throat. If Ren drops a smatter of ash on his carpets, there will be hell to pay. “What is it? Does she know something she shouldn’t?” Hux can make it go away, if she does.

“No, of course not. She knows nothing.”

Right. Very convincing.

Crossing his arms over his chest, “Is that so?” Hux asks, leaning a hip against the vanity. Ren barely glances at him before turning to the closed window, blowing the smoke out of a corner of his mouth. “Say, Ren, what does she think that you’re doing for a living? Snoke’s bodyguard works only so well when the man is bedbound. How do you explain your long trips abroad? Or the nights you return smelling of sex?”

Ren releases a long breath, loud in the otherwise quiet room. He ashes his cigarra and takes another drag, cool as you please, while irritation crawls underneath Hux’s skin.

It’s like Hux isn’t even kriffing there.

An odd desperation tugging at his chest, “Or maybe she already knows that you’re fucking someone on the side,” Hux throws, spitefully hoping for it to land.

Ren’s jaw works, his lips pressing into a line.

There.

It’s all of ten steps from his spot to Ren’s. “You’re loyal as a dog; I don’t imagine I’m your dirty secret,” Hux adds as he takes them slowly, satisfaction buzzing through him. Ren’s shoulders grow more rigid with each word, the ashtray moving as his legs tense. “Maybe it’s a thingbetween you two. Is that why you never shower here—because she likes smelling another man on you, feeling how open you still are from—”

“Rey’s my cousin, you jackass,” Ren snarls, a vein pulsing on his forehead. A knot unravels in Hux’s stomach. “What the fuck is it to you anyway? I know you don’t get lonely without me.”

The anger Hux was aiming for—the unmissable undercurrent of hurtin Ren’s tone gives him a pause. Hux hasn’t taken a lover since he and Ren started their… arrangement. He could have—and perhaps should have, instead of relying on his hand alone to get him through Ren’s weeks-long disappearances—but he didn’t even want to.

It worries him, sometimes.

“It’s a matter of security,” Hux says, waving it off. “Secrets have a way of leaking during pillow talk, you know that better than anyone.”

Ren laughs, bitter and hollow. Something in Hux twists at the sound. “Security,” Ren spits out, putting out the cigarra like it offended him personally. “Do you wanna do background checks on everybody I slept with while I was gone, then?”

Sharp hurt jolts through Hux.

Ren is staring at him with an intensity that borders on uncomfortable, waiting. Hux unclenches his jaw, breathing through his nose. “You’re an old hand at this; I’ll trust your judgment,” he responds, turning away. What is he doing, reacting to Ren? What the hell is wrong with him?

Ren grabs him by the wrist, jerking him to a stop.

Irritation rises in Hux again. “Ren,” he bites out in warning.

“No really, I think you should,” Ren says, a dark look shining in his eyes. “I don’t remember every name, but I can give you some other details. I’m sure your network of stalkers—sorry, slicers can find out enough.”

“My slicers have more important intel to chase after,” Hux bites out, looking pointedly at Ren’s hand around his wrist. The grip is loose enough that he might break himself free, but suffering the indignity of struggling doesn’t quite appeal to him. Once was enough. “Will you let me go?”

“Only if you admit it.”

Hux scoffs. “Admit what, exactly?”

“Admit that you’re jealous.” Hux goes ice-cold all over. “You hated thinking about me with Rey, didn’t you?”

Of course not. What a ridiculous claim. Hux holds a certain dislike for missing out on critical intel—understandable given his line of work—and finding out that he’s been left entirely in the dark about Ren, Snoke’s other right-hand man and the only person Hux remotely trusts in the First Order, was a bit of a hit. That’s all there is to it. He’s got no reason to be jealous of some girl who calls Ren by his given name, who can laugh and joke with Ren, be seen in public with Ren, who can loop an arm around Ren as they leave—

The dismissal gets stuck in his throat.

“Because I hated it,” Ren murmurs, looking into his eyes. Hux wants with his whole being to escape the depth of feeling in Ren’s earnest gaze—can’t look away. “Thinking about others warming your bed while I was fucked off on some bullshit mission that barely needed me—it killed me, Hux. Tell me you hated it, too. Tell me you want me to be only yours.”

Only Hux’s. As if Ren, with his constant need for attention and validation, wouldn’t chafe under Hux’s negligence.

Hux shakes his head, wishing he could shake off this spell just as easily. Ren must be similarly addled if he’s talking of fancies of flight like exclusivity. “You don’t know what you’re saying. This isn’t what we agreed on, Ren.”

The light in Ren’s eyes dims. Hux hates himself.

“You’re right,” Ren says, his tone just above a whisper. A glance downwards—he starts buttoning up his shirt like he’s being timed on it, only barely getting the order right. “Sorry I ruined it, I thought—never mind what I thought, I’ll just see myself out. You won’t see me again unless Snoke summons both of us, promise.”

Ren rushes past Hux and out of the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind himself. It hits Hux in the next moment that perhaps he should’ve stopped Ren.

Stars, what a kriffing mess. Hux intended only to stop Ren from jumping off a cliff in the hopes that Hux would follow, not to end what they had. Leave it to Ren to take it as an absolute rejection.

He takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. All right. All right. First step: He can’t let Ren storm off. Ren will be damn near impossible to get a hold of if he leaves like this; Hux’s network truly has more important matters to take care of. Hux needs to make him stay long enough to listen.

As for what Hux will say to fix this, well. He supposes he can tell Ren what Ren wants to hear. He can set his pride aside for a moment. It should be good, shouldn’t it? It should be enough.

It had better be enough.

Inside, Ren is nowhere to be found, his jacket and trainers gone. Hux hasn’t heard the Silencer’s roar, though. Hoping he’s not too late, he grabs his keys off the hook and dashes down the front stairs, catching up with Ren just as Ren reaches his bike.

“Ren,” he says, embarrassingly breathless.

Ren turns to him with wariness etched on his guarded face. He’s waiting for beratement, Hux suspects, or the tongue-lashing that Hux is famous for.

“I was lonely without you,” Hux confesses in a rush, words tumbling out of his mouth in his haste to get them out before they clog up his throat. “When you were away, I—I missed you. I did.” Do whatever you want with it.

A series of emotions cross Ren’s face, too fast to parse. A part of Hux—a part that will always remain Armitage no matter how hard Hux tries to purge it—wants to curl into a ball and hide from the moment Ren will laugh in his face for falling for such a blatant prank.

“Hux,” Ren breathes, breaking into a wide grin. It’s the goofiest, stupidest expression Hux has ever seen on his face—and entirely devoid of any mockery. “You missed me?”

“I won’t repeat it,” Hux says, ignoring the growing heat of his cheeks. Least of all in the middle of the street, where all his neighbours would overhear them if it weren’t shit-early on a Sunday—wearing nothing but his robe and slippers.

Stars. What a disgrace.

Ren’s phone buzzes loudly in his pocket. He fishes it out only far enough to silence it, letting it go to voicemail. “I really have to go,” he says with a touch of regret in his tone, running the backs of his fingers down Hux’s cheek. “But I’ll come back right after, okay? I’ll come back to you.”

Such coddling. Hux wants to roll his eyes, but the look on Ren’s face, the same one as when he said tell me you want me to be only yours, stops him.

“You had better,” he mutters instead. It’s a new sort of thrill, getting a genuine grin out of Ren.

Cupping Hux’s face, Ren presses a hard kiss on his lips before getting on his bike. Hux watches him leave with an inexplicably heavy heart.

He misses Ren already.

#kylux #Kylo Ren #Armitage Hux #Star Wars #Cai does words #finished fics #this got much sappier than planned #no regrets

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Chemtrails (Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader)

Chemtrails (Pedro Pascal X Fem!Reader)

Summary: "If you died today, would you be happy with the life you've lived?" What happens when you've sacrificed your love for fame and fortune? Despite the glitz and glamour, the Reader is all Pedro can think about. The stars have never been on your side but can you rewrite the plans they have for you?

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Occasional Cursing

Inspired by the song Chemtrails Over the Country Club by Lana Del Rey

"I'm on the run with you, my sweet love

There's nothing wrong contemplating God

Under the chemtrails over the country club"

"Baby what's your sign?"

"You're in the wind, I'm in the water

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter

Watching the chemtrails over the country club"

Pedro's POV

The chatter of a hundred people and yet I still only hear your voice. Memories of your words, from years past.

You asked me what my sign was, I told you I was an Aries. You laughed and told me we shouldn't be friends, the stars say so. The stars say we're incompatible, we'd be at each other's throats. I'm a fire sign and you didn't need any more drama. I kissed you for the first time and told you I'd prove you wrong, you simply smiled and looked off to the chemtrails that flew over us.  

Memories from years past.

I didn't have much to offer you but I told you that you could take my word. At that time, it was worth more than anything I could have given you.

"You want me to defy the stars?" You raised an eyebrow, a smile teasing your face.

"The stars can go fuck themselves." I told you and kissed you again.

We were so young. We were nobodies. Running through the concrete jungle, with your hand in mine. Sun dress and kisses at midnight convenience stores, splitting a hot dog on a summer day because we needed money for the show at 7.

We used to contemplate the meaning of life over a bottle on our little balcony. I asked you if you were happy and you smiled but did not reply.

"If you died today, would you be happy with the life you've lived?" You asked me instead.

"No." I told you. "There's so much more I want to do. I want to be somebody."

I didn't know it then but that was the moment I started to lose you.

Memories from years past.

I find myself sitting at a restaurant now, with more money to line my pockets, pats on the back from strangers. People know my name and it comes out in whispers, as they stare over their expensive plate, getting cold just to catch a glimpse of me.

A beautiful woman sits across from me. As if a movie star isn't a big enough draw, a woman like her only invites more gazes. She looks like she'd just stepped off a screen herself. She gives me all her attention, so much so that she does not register the envious stares from the others around her.

Her lips are moving, perhaps a funny anecdote came to mind or is she telling me about her sister's wedding again that she mentioned before?  I cannot tell you, for my mind is elsewhere, with someone else.

"So would you like to come?" She smiles brightly at me, her perfect teeth sitting between her lips, painted in a dusty pink.  

"Huh?" I snap out of my daze, embarrassed that I was clearly not paying attention.

"Jule's wedding, did you...want to be my date for the day?" She blushes, hopeful.

"Oh. I...uh. I don't know Kate. I have a pretty packed schedule coming up, I don't know if I'll have time." I try to make up an excuse.

"It's too early isn't?" She bites her lip sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I know we've only been dating for a few weeks, I shouldn't have sprung this up on you so fast."

"No no, please don't be silly. I love weddings!" I try to laugh it off. "It's just that, with the new movie coming up, I need to start preparing before we go into production."

"I understand." She nods with a smile, "Comes with the territory when you're dating a big movie star I guess." She looks at me, I'm not sure if she's anticipating a response but I reciprocate with a grin and wave at the waiter for another drink.

Soon enough, she excuses herself from the table to go to the ladies room and I'm left sitting alone at our spot. I grow tiresome of the incessant chattering from the tables around me and I massage the temples of head, wishing I was at home in the comfort of my bed with just the company of my television.

I see glances from a small table to the side of me, a group of young women clearly too shy to ask for a photograph, egging each other on to make the first move over to me. Their hopes quickly dashed as I feel a firm hand on my shoulder, turning me around.

"Pedro?" A familiar voice calls my name.

"Anthony! Fancy seeing you here!" My eyes widen as I pull an old friend down for a hug.

"It's my anniversary with Charlize, we're just celebrating! God I haven't seen you for so long!" He shakes his head, slowly looking me up and down, examining my so-called transformation. I've aged so much since we last we saw each.

"How long have you been here?" I ask.

"A couple of hours, I actually saw you before but I..uh...I didn't want to interrupt your date."

Date? I swallow the word whole.

"You lucky man. She's very pretty." He comments.

"Yeah, she is."

"You could seem a bit more interested though but those are Charlize's words, not mine." He raises his hands up, letting his wife take the blame.

"I must seem like an ass, don't I?" Poor Kate, how spoilt am I to show a woman like her so little interest. "I haven't dated for so long, it's just hard getting back into the scene that's all."

Anthony let's out an inaudible "oh" and I know he's thinking the same thing, I can practically hear the name sitting on his tongue, desperately wanting to come out. 

"How is Y/N?" I break the ice, allowing the elephant in the room an escape before he suffocates along with me.

"She's good, very good actually. She's a documentary film maker now. Her work is amazing, you'd love it." Anthony couldn't help his excitement when speaking about you and I feel an intense pang of sadness and jealousy seeing his eyes light up. To see you, celebrate you. I wonder if you've aged like me or do you still look the same as how I remember. Do you still crinkle your nose every time you hear a bad joke? Do your eyes still get red and glassy when you look at the sky because you're wondering if anyone's looking down on you? I wish I knew.

"Listen, I have to go." Anthony looks back at his wife who gives me a polite wave from a distance.

"It was really good seeing you Anthony, I'm sorry we haven't spoken all these years. It's just with work..." I recycle that old excuse again.

"Don't worry about it...you made it! I know you worked really hard to get where you are now. I know you had to make a lot of sacrifices..." The last sentence, spoken so softly, it was almost drowned out. "I'm genuinely happy for you."

I nod, giving my friend one last hug before I ready for him to turn and leave, instead he hesitates and looks at me.  

"Hey Pedro?"

"Yeah?"

"She still lives in the neighbourhood." He looks down at the scarf in his hand before patting me on my arm. "Just so you know."

With that, he waves me goodbye. Walking back to his wife, who he wraps his arm around. The way she naturally rests into him and slips her hand into his coat pocket as they exit the restaurant, I wonder if I'd ever have that level of intimacy with Kate.  

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I sent her home in a taxi. "I have an early morning and need to prep for some meetings", my excuse for her this time. Kate's disappointed expression, as I gave her a kiss on the cheek is the last thing on my mind.

Scuffing the cap of my leather shoes, I kick at the pavement. The world moves past me as I hide myself in the bubble of my thoughts. I have no sense of direction, my legs taking me to no intended destination, only letting the neon lights around guide me to where it desires.

Anthony's words were still ringing in my ears.

Would you want to see me?

My mind reminds me of the last time we were together.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this, if I don't leave the city now, I may never get my chanc-"

"Get your chance to do what? Be a star?" You were sat deep in the corner of the sofa, far from me. Your voice calm and monotonous as you watched me pace up and down our tiny apartment. I couldn't decipher your expression, it was as if you knew what I was going to say.

"I want to make something out of my life! I want to prove to everyone and myself that I can make it Y/N. I don't want to waste my life away." I moved towards you, our presence separated by the little vintage coffee table I hated but still bought home because you loved it so much.

"Well then go, I don't want to hold you back from chasing your dreams."

"Y/N-"

"No. It's okay Pedro. I understand...I really do. I don't want to stop you from pursuing what you love." You got up from your spot, you seemed so small to me as you closed the gap between us. Your hand felt so light against my face, like you were disappearing before me. "Don't live in regret because of me."

"Y/N come wi-" I tried to hold you, hold you before you evaporated.

"No. My place is here." You took your hand away, moved back, the space between us grew more and more distant. "I don't have big dreams like you do. I like normality. I like living my life however I want it, do whatever I want, whenever I want. You asked me if I was happy...and I am."

"Would you still be happy without me?"

I stared at you. My gut sank because I already knew this was the end. You didn't have to tell me.

"I don't know..." You managed to smile, even through the gentle tears that formed in your eyes. "But I know you would be without me."

"That's not true." I tried to reach for you but you pulled away.

"We're very different people Pedro...I told you, we're incompatible. It's time we listened to the stars."

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as I feel a hand rest softly on the small of my back.

"Hello sir, would you like to buy a rose?" An elderly woman smiles up at me. A child stands obediently nearby, holding a bouquet of individually wrapped stems, clearly past his bedtime but still helping Grandma late at night. The child looks tired, sad. Judging by the number of roses still in his hands, they must have had an unlucky day.

"How much for one?" I return her kind smile, taking out my wallet.

"$2. Thank you, thank you so much sir." The old woman sighs in relief calling the child over to bring the flowers for me to pick. Each stem had a handwritten tag with various cheesy sentiments adorned.

....A kiss in exchange for a rose...

...You're more beautiful than any flower but here's one to show you my love anyway...

....Would you be my Valentine?...

....Please forgive me, I was an idiot.

I chuckle at the last one before picking a rose at random.

I take out $100 and watch the old lady's eyes panic as she reaches in her purse to find change. Taking her hand firmly in mine, I assure her it wasn't necessary.

"I'll take one rose for the $100. You keep the rest of the flowers and have a good night okay?"

The woman looks at the child with her mouth agape and then back at me, clearly taken aback by the gesture.

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Yes, take the kid home and get some rest. This one rose itself is worth every dollar." I pat her hand which trembles in mine.

"Thank you! Thank you! Bless you and the woman who receives your rose!"

Taking the child's hand they quickly walk away, whispering to each other and disappearing into the night.

I stare at the flower in my hand and bring it closer to my face, studying the message on the tag.

...Let's defy the stars and write our own destiny.

I stand in the dark of night, illuminated only by the cafe lights ready to turn off for the day. My hand grips the stem as if it weighed a hundred tons yet afraid it would float away like a feather. The frantic honking of the traffic seems to taunt me, the laughter from the bars nearby seem to be mocking this idiot of a man standing in the middle of the streets, holding a flower he paid $100 for.

"Just do it!" I hear a young boy shout at his friend attempting a skateboard trick up the block.

Just do it. I repeat to myself. Just fucking do it.

"Taxi!"

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I remember these steps, we used to sit here with the neighbours' kids. Charlie, I think that was his name? I remember little Charlie proposing to you with a plastic ring and threatening to get his kindergarten buddies on me, simply for existing. I can't help but laugh at that memory.

Everyone was in love with you, the young, the old. They couldn't help but fall for your charms, your kindness, the way you'd smile at them even if you've never spoken a word to each other. Everyone was under your spell, including me.

You told me you loved me on these steps.

I had gotten back from a bad audition and couldn't bear to go home to you. I sat here for hours until you saw me from the balcony and came down. You didn't ask me anything. You just sat with me as we watched the kids run up and down the block, racing each other, teasing each other. I looked at you and you gave me a kiss on the nose.

"I love you."

You said it so quietly at first that I pretended I didn't I understand.

You rolled your eyes and pulled my face into yours, telling me you loved me over and over again as you smothered me with your kisses.

That was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Walking past our faded figures, I enter the building and see that nothing has changed.

The walls were the same duck egg green. The bulletin board covered in layers of flyers and advertisement, some new, with plenty dated months back. I wouldn't be surprised if the audition ads I tried out for from years ago were still there.

The smell of various cuisines mingle together to form its own unique indecipherable aroma.

A comforting aroma.

I look to the elevator, still out of order. Obviously.

We only lived on the third floor, the stairs will be fine.

I prepare myself for the incline when a voice calls out to me.

"Where are you going?"

I turn around and see our old building superintendent, decked out in his uniform. Stanley.

"Stan! It's me Pedro! Wow, you're still here!" I walk to him.

"Who?" He looks me up and down, completely confused as to who the hell I am.

"Pedro from 3B upstairs? I used to live with Y/N...maybe you don't remember me because of the moustache." I rub the bottom of my nose sheepishly.

"No...I don't remember you."

Old Stanley, perhaps age is catching up to him.

"I'm just going to see Y/N." I try to resume my journey but he stops me once more.

"No entry into the building if you're not a resident!" He points to the sign on the wall.

"Since when was that a rule?" I throw my hand in the air.

"Since today. We have too many unsavoury men try to come into the building, how do I know if you really know Miss Y/L/N? I'm not letting any potential predators or burglars into the building."

"But Stan she-"

Pointing to the sign on the wall again, he raises an angry brow. Not wishing a full body beat down by ol' Stan, I take myself back out the building like a bad dog.  

I sit on the steps, sighing in defeat. I try to convince myself that coming here is a mistake.

"Defy the stars...pfft! You've been in way too many movies Pedro." I mumble to myself, as I dig my thumb nail into the stem of the rose.

Perhaps we're only given the choice to rewrite our destiny but it doesn't mean destiny would just sit idly by and let you do whatever you want. It's probably for the best. What would I say anyway?

Running my hand through my hair, I get up to leave. The adrenaline from earlier had drained so quickly out of me, that its left me a fatigued mess. Move on Pedro, it's time to go home.

"Hey movie star." A voice calls from above. "You looking for me?"

Your hair falls past your face as you lean over the balcony and in that moment I feel my heart break into a million pieces.

There you are.

Standing before me, even more beautiful than when you left, if that is even possible.

You're wearing a simple white vest and grey shorts, one leg rubbing softly against the other. Your skin bears the warm orange glow reflected from the lights inside your apartment.

You look so raw, so delicate.

Every pulse in my body aches seeing you again.

"Wow." I breathe. "You look..."

You hide your laugh and I can see you blushing from behind your hand.

"Thanks. You look great too. I'm like the...um..." You rub under your nose with your finger.

"Thank you, I grew it out for a role but now people tell me I look like their grandma without it." I shrug, much to your amusement.

"What are you doing here?" You speak, more softly, more seriously.

How do I even respond to this question? I was out on a date with another woman but I bumped into our old friend who told me I should find you? Or should I go with I met an old woman and her kid, who I'm pretty sure were cupid's little minions, sent down to earth to give me a rose and to fuck with me?

"I was just in the neighbourhood. I wanted to see if you wanted to um...go out for a coffee?" I lie.

You look at me incredulously, clearly seeing through my bullshit.

"Everything is shut by now." You simply respond.

"Oh...well maybe we can just talk then?"

You tap the metal rails, where you lay your arms. Are you contemplating whether to come down or throw a bucket of water over me? I guess I'll have to wait and see.

Without saying a word, you disappear out of sight. The lights in your apartment switches off.

What does this mean? Are you off to bed?

Before I could ruminate any more, the doors open from behind me and you slip through.

God, you look even better up close.

My hands instinctively reach out to touch you but I withdraw quickly before you could see. You had wrapped yourself in a fleecy blanket, the threads a deep purple.

Without saying a word, you sit down on the step and I can only follow suit, my mind can no longer make decisions for itself it seems.

You smell the same, that same soft floral scent I used to love. The one I used to breathe in when I'd hold you close to me in bed because I didn't want you to leave for work.

Our knees are so close, they almost touch.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

For a minute I don't know how to respond, I just don't want to stop looking at you.

"I was...I was wondering if you were thinking about me?"

You laugh, I laugh too. Of course you weren't.

"I think about you all the time." You tell me so casually, it catches me off guard.

"You do?" I whisper in disbelief.

"It's hard not to when you're on every other billboard in the city."

Oh.

"I think about you all the time too Y/N."

You smile and look up at the sky. The night is aligned with many stars tonight and they all call for your attention but mine. I feel greedy staring at you but I'm simply making up for all the nights that I was alone without you, all those kisses I've shared with women that weren't you.

"What do you think the stars are telling us tonight?" I ask.

You grin and without looking back at me, you say "I think the stars are laughing at us."

"Do you think the stars have changed their mind about us?"

You finally turn to me, your eyes drop. "I don't think that's how it works Pedro."

"If this is the life the stars have planned for me, a life without you, then I don't want it Y/N."

"Pedro-"

"I thought if I made a name for myself, if people knew who I was, then I'd be sure of who I am...but who I'm meant to be, who I want to be...is to be with you." Your eyes meet mine, coloured with emotions you are scared to express. "I look for you everywhere I go Y/N, in every women I meet but you are always a world away."

"We don't even know each other anymore Pedro."

"You are the only one who has always known who I am, even before me Y/N. I'm still as strange and as wild as I have always been. I'm still as messy and as clumsy as I was before. I still love cheap corner store liquor and dancing terribly in public. I still look at chemtrails whenever they past me...because they remind me of you."

"Chemtrails are bad for you, they say they're chemicals."  You tell me, your voice low and expressionless.

"If I die with you as my last thought, it won't be so bad."

I finally find the courage to reach for you and you don't recoil from me, you let me gently run my finger against the hair that falls down past your face. You close your eyes and I selfishly take you, pulling you towards me.

I rest my forehead against yours and I savour this moment where I can be close to you and not let it be a memory.

"What if I've changed?" You whisper.

"Well then I'll spend the rest of my life getting to know you again."

"If I told you to run away with me tonight, would you?" You open your eyes to see me, your expression as serious as ever.

"You're my home Y/N. I'll go wherever you go. Even if it's to another galaxy, we'll drive a little red Corvette into space together and leave this all behind."

You smile and tug on the bottom of your lip. "You think the stars would still allow us to go to space?"

"Fuck the stars." I say as I take your lips.

Oh, how I've missed the sweetness of your taste; in this moment you are spoiling me rotten. You wrap your arms around me and allow the blanket to drop from your shoulders. The only stars that mattered now are those in our eyes. They're telling me the future and it's you. It's always been you.

The sirens of the city and the plane overhead may be loud but I hear nothing over the sound of your heart beat.

You pull away and we both laugh.

In this moment, we are perfect. I am no longer the famous celebrity that belonged to everyone. I am not a son and you are no one's daughter.

We only belong to each other.

I see you shiver and look towards the door.

"Let's go inside." You get up and take my hand, guiding me back to our home. The one I've longed for ever since I left.

The building is quiet, everyone asleep by this hour but old Stan at his desk. I try to shuffle past as inconspicuously as I could, my hand entwine with yours.

"Welcome back Mr Pascal." Stanley greets us as clear as day, his head not even looking up from above his phone.

"Wha- so you do remember me!"

Sly old dog.

Stanley doesn't respond and concentrates on his screen instead.

You shake your head and pull me up the steps but not before I set down my lucky rose on the desk.

"Good night Stan."

I call out before I chase my love up the stairs, both of us ready to write our next chapter together. I don't know what it will entail but I know if you're in it, it will be the greatest adventure I'll ever take.

"Kids these days." Stan sighs, closing the article on his phone and clicking on a familiar app. Putting his feet up, he relaxes with a smile on his face as the Mandalorian theme song begins to play.

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[touyasdoll]

It only took like 15 days about, but here’s part two for ya! 😅😅😐

Here’s a quick link to Part 1, for refreshers sake.

 

 

[NSFW - Todoroki Sibs x Reader - Smut]

 

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Todo-Orgy Snow Bunny Family Meeting 2

You briefly glanced at the nearest window and must not of been too subtle about it, because immediately Natsuo easily lifted you up and into his arms, holding you close and securely. You weren’t going to escape unless you fought your mate and you didn’t want to do that, to hurt him, no matter how something inside you screamed to “run”. Besides, the comfort his touch held was really needed right now, even if something bad was to soon follow it.

…you really hoped nothing bad was about to happen. Please, nothing bad!

“You’re shaking!” Natsuo stated in surprise as you trembled in his form. “What’s wrong? Are you feelin—“

“Did I mess up?” You couldn’t help but blurt out in an interruption, fidgeting in the hold of your largest mate (in some ways, at least). You worried your bottom lip, biting it as you wildly looked around from face to face.

Shock and concern. Everyone looked and smelt strongly of their surprise at your question and worry as their eyes assessed you. It was Fuyumi who spoke up, moving from the loveseat to on the couch next to Natsu. She began to run her hand through your hair, trying to calm you.

“What do you mean, Bunny? Talk to us, please.”

And you did, gripping ahold of the arm of Natsuo’s jacket as you spoke. You told them the whys behind your question and explained a little. Everyone let out a little exhale and their scents turned to reliefguiltprotect.

“No, babe, you’re not in trouble. C’mere,”Touya spoke, making a slight grabbing motion towards you that had you wiggling out of Natsuo’s loosening arms and into his. He settled you down, pressing a light kiss to your lips and another to your head as he made sure you were comfortable, laying against him, chin resting to his chest. He also ignored the little looks that you didn’t even see him receive for stealing you away. “We have something important to talk about, kinda serious but not anything bad.”

“Serious, but not bad,” you tasted the words as you spoke them, brow furrowing in confusion. Usually the two words went together. You had no idea what would cause them not to, but soon your other mate fixed that without even realizing.

“Yes. Are you okay with being impregnated by us?” Shōto, blunt as usual, got to the heart of the matter.

“…children?”, you asked in surprise and wonder, ignoring the punch Natsuo gave to his little brother’s arm — There was a reason that Shōto wasn’t often asked to start off important, delicate conversations. But, children! Kits! You turned over the words around and around in your head in quiet awe.

Touya inhaled deep and sighed with the exasperation only an elder sibling can produce. “You’re ours, we don’t want—“

“Can’t imagine,”Fuyumi quietly added, to Touya’s nod as he kept talking.

“—having anyone else in our lives. Not now, not later on, not when Shōto finally learns social graces. You’re it. You’re our girlfriend, mate, partner, whatever. For life.”

“And, well, we know you’ve talked about how you always wanted kids someday,” Natsuo took over, scratching the back of his head as he spoke. He smiled reassuringly, hopefully. “We do, too. All of us, actually, want kids. And we want them with you, which would be a lot on you and s—“

“Yes!”

You couldn’t help it. You had started to wiggle so much you were practically vibrating in Touya’s lap, causing him to tighten his grip on you, just a bit, eyes sparkling and the tail tip of your succubus traits hitting the cushion behind you in a happy wagging motion. Your mates! They wanted kits with you! They wanted you to have their kits!

“Whoa!” Touya gave a quick, surprised laugh at how suddenly you became excited to such a degree — he made a mental note to find a way to recreate you moving like this in the bedroom — and reluctantly loosens his grip so you could move more. Which you did by surging up to kiss him deeply before bouncing over to do the same to Shōto, who was nearest, then over to Natsuo and finally spinning around in nearly a full circle to slip into Fuyumi’s lap, straddling her in glee.

Fuyumi. Your girlfriend, your mate, partner, Mistress… and the only one who’s kids you couldn’t have. You stopped bouncing in her lap and drew back. Looking up into her eyes, you could tell she hadn’t seen a problem and that- that hurt a bit, but was something she probably never thought about so she wouldn’t feel the same. Probably.

She didn’t have the biological instincts and desires that your inherited quirks did. Succubus and Rabbit, both effecting your sexual desires, modestly (which there was a lack thereof) and socially, the relationship aspects. Natsuo had said that everyone wanted kids, but did she ever think of having them herself? A partner who could give her that one way or another?

Her eyes searched your frame, tone as concerned as the others looked at your excitement that had quickly waned. “Bunny?”

You smiled weakly, a sadly wistful look in your eyes and yearning tone in your voice. “…I wanna have your kits, too, Fuyumi. I wish I could. I wish I was good enough to be able to give you that.”

The sole Todoroki daughter (officially, so far (much to Mama Rei’s chagrin)) widened her eyes at the statement. It squeezed at her heart tightly, her heart that was already fit to burst with the love she felt for their Snow Bunny. Their Snow Bunny that was so excited by the question and happily included all her mates equally like she always did, with the thought of doing otherwise never even entering her mind, despite that her brothers would be the only ones providing her what she needed to become pregnant. She would be okay with being the cool Aunt to them instead of another mom because it might be too confusing for the babies, toddlers to separate everyone like that. But… what if…

Hmm. She had the beginnings of an idea stirring.

…but it could wait. Her little Snow Bunny needed reassurances and quickly getting to her feet, she set the other down to walk in front of her, pushing her ahead gently yet firmly, in a way that spoke that if she could teleport the two would already be there so.

“Wha—“

“Hey!”

“‘Yumi, we weren’t done!”

Fuyumi threw a look over her shoulder. “Details later. I’ve got a girlfriend in need of reassurance — or do you have a problem with that?”, she asked. Not that she stopped moving long enough to hear an answer, but the implied threat in her words has the others waving her off. Well, Touya and Natsuo waving her off, while keeping ahold of Shōto’s shirt so they could explain why going against Fuyumi when she was using that tone was not something he wanted to do. Ever.

“Yumi, I—“

“—am perfect as you are, which I’m going to prove to you.”

“Bu—“

“Shush!”

You both reached her room in little time and before you could even say another thing, Fuyumi was on you, kissing you deeply as she multitasked by unbuttoning your shirt and stepping out of her own skirt. It took even less time than the walk over for her to strip you completely, hands cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, helping to draw out a moan that allowed her tongue to slip into your mouth, easily dominating. You’re not sure when you reached the bed nor when you both climbed into it or when she took her rightful place her atop you, but you certainly felt such a hand reached lower and fingers played with you, pinching your clit and making you buck your hips in response.

You both came up for air as you gasped from the sensation. “F-fuyumiiIIIII!”,you moaned as she gave your clit another pinch and then leaned forward, pressing you into the mattress, demeanor switching. You moaned again as you felt her breasts rub and press against yours. The stimulation from that alone could of sent you over the edge if things in the air hadn’t just changed.

 

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Gotta work on the third part now, yeah? Oy…

 

- InvisibleRibbitch

I see you’ve fed us Fuyumi simps 👀

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