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sooniebby · 3 months

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Don’t ask how I thought of this… it’s trans male reader, no set character—imagine whoever you want. Bottom reader. Use of pussy, and other “feminine” words. This lowkey just self indulgent, so the reader isn’t fully transitioned 🫶🏼 don’t read if you get dysphoric easily.

You knew your friend did “sex work” on the side. And the reason why it wasn’t true “sex work” was because it was just him and his girlfriend recording themselves having sex and posting it onto Twitter.

It was just a kink for them, really, he never said anything about getting paid for it. But you remember them thinking about putting a paywall to see the full videos.

More power to them, or whatever. When you became roommates with said friend, him and his girlfriend made sure to record any videos when you were gone. Which was great.

It wasn’t until the two broke up, amicably actually, she just found out she was a lesbian—you thought his Twitter porn days were over now he didn’t have a partner. Since he didn’t like doing solo content

What you didn’t think was that he’d ask you to do something with him

“It’s just until I find someone else,” he said, nonchalantly.

“But it doesn’t give you money.”

“Oh we did make money off it. Not a lot, but decent money. Julie was gonna keep doing it with me just to keep some money but now she’s making lesbian content.”

“But girls! Wasn’t it straight porn?”

He shrugged. “It’s not like I’m straight… the viewers won’t care, pussy’s pussy!” He laughed until he saw your face. “Oh well if it makes you uncomfortable you don’t gotta do it. It is a strange request.” He moved to get up until you grabbed his hand.

“How much?”

“Huh?”

“How much do you earn from the videos?”

“Depends. The viewers love oral sex and teasing videos. Those usually get over… 2k—”

“—I’m in.”

“Seriously?”

“Cash is cash. They won’t be seeing my face right?”

“No. The focus,” he kneeled down close to you, “will be on down here.” His hand trailed against your crotch. “You just gotta lay there and be pretty, baby.”

No wonder the girls who ever dated him cried when they broke up. Who would willingly leave someone with a tongue like this?

You had told him there was no way you’d allow him to call you baby girl or anything of the sort which he happily agreed.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take long.”

“Wouldn’t want it to.” You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed to be nude from the waist down in front of your friend. He smirked slightly grabbed his phone as he aimed it to film your crotch area.

“Don’t say that—not when you’ll end up begging for more.”

You didn’t even get to retort that as you felt his finger rub against your clit. Your breathing hitched as he was slow with his touch, teasing your outer lips. Down and up, small strokes, and a light push.

You could see why these videos got viewers—it was driving you crazy each time he teased your clit before pulling away. Your hips began flinching slightly, subconsciously trying to rub your pussy against the palm of his hand.

“Did I say you could do that?”

You instantly froze, dropping your hips right back down on the bed.

“Good boy.” He whispered, making sure the phone didn’t pick it up.

What the fuck?! That… that was for you alone, right? While you were reeling at how easily he could command you, you cried out feeling two fingers shove itself inside your hole.

His fingers moved fast, spreading you open. You didn’t even realize you weren’t hiding your whimpers as you tried to calm down from the sudden pleasure. Your legs twitched and spasmed, fingers digging into the bedsheets for some sort of stability.

But then he stopped. Just as fast as he started.

He ended the video and wiped his fingers against your thigh, smirking. “Alright, last video, then that’s it. You doing alright?”

“H…huh…?” You could only sputter out, reeling in shock.

“Starting video now.”

You glanced down, watching as he pulled out his cock from his sweatpants. Oh, he was.. a bit big. His cock flopped right against your pussy, causing you to shudder in response.

It wasn’t that you were a virgin… but fuck, you were embarrassingly excited to have his cock so close, just inches away from your hole.

“Condom?” You whispered

He didn’t answer, subtly shaking his head. You watched as he started the new video and placed his cock right against your pussy. You couldn’t look away, wanting to see if you could really take in something so thick and long.

But he didn’t.. push in?

With his free hand gripped tightly on your hips, he began rubbing his cock right against your pussy. You whimpered, biting your lip to try and keep your voice down.

You tried to rub against him but he held you down easily with his hand on your hips. It surprised you that he could do that with just one hand but you weren’t complaining.

“You want it, huh? Just look at it,” he moved the phone down to get a good look at your soaked pussy. “Never seen someone this wet for me. I’m flattered, baby.”

His hand released your hips and he suddenly stopped moving. You looked over to him, wondering why in god’s name he would stop. But all you saw was a shit eating grin. He wanted you to do the rest.

Any sort of self respect you had was gone. You just wanted to cum already.

You began to move your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cock. A few times, by pure luck, his cock threatened to push inside—but each time he’d fix his cock. Why would he let you get fucked?!

No matter, you reached down to begin rubbing your clit, needing some form of stimulation when he grabbed your wrist.

“I thought you were a good boy?” He asked, a false sense of sadness in his tone. “C’mon, be good for the camera.”

Once again, he made sure only you heard that. Why’d he keep doing? To rile you up? You’re already close anyway.

But then he stopped…? Again?!

“All done. Thanks again, man.” He patted your tummy and got up, pulling his pants over his cock. You wouldn’t deny that you felt your word shatter seeing it being covered by those stupid excuse of pants.

“That’s…?”

“I’ll send you your cut by the end of the week!”

He was leaving? After all that? He was just going to leave without fucking you? You quickly sat up on the bed and grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. He didn’t turn over to face you, keeping his gaze on his phone.

“Wait… that’s it..? N..nothing else?” You whispered breathlessly, needing release, quickly. And you didn’t want to rely on some plastic dildo when there was a real thing just a few inches away.

“Yeah. I just needed two videos for this month. Why?”

“I… I…”

“Begging for me?” He asked, cheekily, looking up to finally look at you. “C’mon, use your words. What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Do I? Because if you don’t say it, I’ll do what I want with you.”

It didn’t take long for him to make you cum. As soon as his cock entered your pussy, you came. And then he really did what he wanted with you. You were too far gone to really think as it happened, but you were sure he took many pictures after, enjoying the sight of your cream filled pussy.

You certainly helped him again, and a few times after that…

Though… you’re starting to wonder…

You can’t find his and Julie’s twitter account…

And when you, embarrassingly, asked Julie—

She said they deleted the account when they broke up

Ooh. Spooky lol, what can I say? I love manipulative men…

Tag list: @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life69 @remdayz @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @iwishtobeacrow @smellwell @tomoeroi @tehyunnie @love-kha1 @star-3214 @rhetorical-conscience

#bottom male reader #x male reader #uke male reader #oc x reader #smut drabble #mlm ns/fw #smut ideas #trans nsft #trans mlm #mlm nsft #ftm mlm

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coquettetoji · 6 months

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{⭐️} TOJI FUSHIGURO MOODBOARD

★ general toji hcs ★

— QUEUE WEST COAST BY LANA DEL REY

— let’s just pretend in this world he doesn’t have a son to actually care for yk.

— biggest beefiest juiciest (ok i’m exaggerating) but holy shit this guy is huge. i’m talking mma boxer huge, he takes great pride in his physic. and is guilty of being a gym rat.

— cockiest mf ever but in a hot way, he does that cheek tongue thing unintentionally and omlllllll

— toji definitely wasn’t the smartest in school, neither math smart, science smart or reading smart. he fucked most of his teachers but i mean he passed?

— although he wasn’t very academically smart, his skill in business and negotiating led to him earning a high position for a large financial group. drugs like hand over that amex????

— drives a motorcycle, i’m thinking ducati, as a hobby. 😏😏

— smokes cigarettes and drinks, his fav is hennessy, but other than that he’s a clean man

— was an emo in highschool, we don’t talk about that though. and neither does he.

— multitudes of tattoos across his body, mainly on his chest and arms though.

— his dream job as a highschooler was to open a tattoo parlor. he was surprisingly a good artist when it came to sketches.

— silver chains and silver jewelry, he’s pale so his complexion matches the colors better.

— sarcastic humor that would make kids cry. this guy treats everyone the same as if they’ll understand his humor and that makes him not so great around kids

— has a soft spot for cats, really wants to have a kitten but won’t ever commit to it/taking care of it

— has every single dating app downloaded not to date but just to get validation from everyone who swiped right on him. (gets at minimum 83 swipes per day)

— speaking of, his most used apps on his phone are phone (calls), messages, and instagram to watch his instagram reels 😋

— respectful towards women. although he seems like a d bag he does know how to treat a lady right

— drives a blacked out mercedes benz s class, ofc with tinted windows in case of.. yeah

— the scar running from the middle of his cheek down the side of his lip is from a fight during high school that got violent, he won though don’t worry

— grey/silver/green eyes, with jet black hair. he was genuinely gifted with godly genetics

— when he does smile, his lip corners turn up sharply giving him that joker smile type of look, my legs are wide open

— the most laid back chill guy ever, he doesn’t take life seriously enough for him to actually give a fuck

—6’4. argue with the wall.

— his hands are huge and the veins 😩😩😫😩😫 HEHEHE

— wears black compression shirts or black t shirts with sweat pants all day everyday, it’s his signature look

— he smells a bit like cigarettes and Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club, just an overall eye rolling back into head type of scent

— makes dad jokes all the time minus the part of him being an actual dad

— played basketball growing up just in his neighborhood, was good enough to go pro but his grades were ass lol

— he listens to these actual underground rock bands that literally no one has heard of or the sports podcast on the radio like a true dad

— kinda behind on everything going on in the world right now, but it’s okay bc we love toji for it regardless

💌 new message from mica ‧₊˚✧

my favorite incoming dilf with a midlife crisis 😫

honestly one of my fav boards yet, i tried so hard to find the perfect resemblance of toji and omg the scar too kinda works perfectly

#toji fushiguro #toji fluff #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #dilf toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x reader #jjk fanart #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen au #toji zenin #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #i want him so bad

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multishipperofgaydeadwizards · 2 months

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Thinking about James/Remus and seriously questioning why it's not a thing cause

1) the whole sun/moon lore I was talking about earlier

2) their shipname would be somn like "moonchaser" or "sunreader" or somn

3) it fits right into the running gag that James has a thing for people being mean to him

4) imagine all the possible angst mhmm mhmm Remus pining over James, finding out he likes his best friend, finding out she likes him back, losing him again and again ooooohhhhh just

5) but they're also perfect cause all Remus ever needs is to be loved and all James knows is to love someone else

6) ok but leave the angst, focus on the fluff. The possibilities omg friends to lovers just this time (minus all the usual angst that comes in wolfstar) and they're both just dumb oblivious idiots in love and it's so cute

7) thinking about all of this now I think what you said is right, people don't ship Remus with anyone other than Sirius but I think that's cause Sirius actually doesn't have many ships left then? Cause think about it like this: Sunreader, Bartylus, Marylily, Evan and Emmeline, Panda and Xeno, where does that leave Sirius? Sure Pete is there but...

8) ooooh ok going down this pipeline, for your consideration: Peter and Sirius. Omg it would make the "Sirius put in trial instead of Peter" thing sooooo much more ansgty ohhoo my brain is reeling rn

9) ok focusing back on moonchaser. They would make such a cute couple honestly. James would read all the books Remus reads and leaves lil doodles for him to find later. He would go to all the quidditch practices he can to support his bf. And he would right poetry and stuff about how hot James is.

10) ohhh They would share glasses omggg poor Remus grows up thinking everyone has shit vision then one day he wears James's as a joke and voila the world in HD

I'm so ngl, your influence on my brain has become on the best influences it has ever had cause omg all this potential all this angst and fluff I love this new me mhmm mhmm

hsirbdij omggggg I love this sm!!! thank you for sharing your brain with me.

sunreader sounds so gorgeous. I'm going insane. I love love LOVE the name!

1) yeah are literally the sun and the moon! they are perfect!

3) lmao. so true. I love the idea of remus being super sarcastic towards james and james swoons at every mean comment and tries very hard not to (he fails miserably)

4) urghhhhh not the unrequited feelings while having to be a supportive bestie trope (my beloved). I can imagine how mad it drives remus to watch them like each other, but being to scared to admit it. imagine the heartbreak when remus sees harry alias the combination of his parents

5) yesss. remus needs someone to love him even through all of his flaws, someone who isn't his parents and james who is literally the embodiment of love

6) "everyone can see it, but them" trope fr. it's them idfk

7) you make a fair point, but there are sooooooo many characters living in the marauders characters that no one ever uses. you could ship sirius with so many characters that no one ever talks abt (I'm currently working on a post with all the characters that I could find so that they're all in one place)

8) peter and sirius my loves <3 no one talks about them (me included whoops-). they have such a big angst potential that people just seem to be ignoring (once again bc most people refuse to leave the wolfstar bubble and just refuse to ship peter with anyone in general)

9) they would be the definition of tooth rotting fluff. they would make everyone sick with how sweet they are. couple goals fr

10) remus is me fr. the day I got my glasses was eye-opening lmao

glad to see that I have this kind of effect on people. I said it to you before but I'll say it again: welcome to the way more funnier side of being a multishipper hehehehe

also: I think I'm in love with you. marry pls, I'm begging 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 (/j... unless)

#also if anyone heared me scream when I saw this ask #no you fucking didn't #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #remus lupin #james potter #moonchaser #sunreader #urgh love that ship name #remus x james #sirius x peter #mentioned at least #loves #the lover with the great ideas #wow... you're bad at parking

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do something for George? I enjoy reading fanfics about him but surprisingly there aren’t many

Act Like You Mean It

Chapter 1

Summary: George and Y/N are oblivious idiots in love who agree to fake date in the attempt to drive away Y/N's unwanted suitor.

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George Weasley x Fem!reader

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Y/N worried that if she rolled her eyes one more time, they might get stuck like that, like her mom had always threatened.

But, seriously? How many times did she have to turn down a guy before he finally gave up?

Byron Montcroix was a rich, pompous, self-absorbed jackass who thought he was the universe's gift to women. And for the past two months, he'd been after her like a bloodhound on the hunt.

"There's plenty of girls who'd love to be in your position, Y/N, " Gabby said.

"Great! They can have him. I'll even wrap him up in a pretty red bow and deliver him to their doorstep."

Y/N's roommate shook her head. "I just don't get you. You've got one of Hogwarts' most eligible bachelor's practically banging down your door, and you won't even give him the time of day.

"Because," Y/N replied with an exasperated sigh. "He's an entitled creep who thinks that I, or any other girl for that matter, should be grateful that he even deigns to look at us."

~•~

George gazed at Y/N, resting her chin on her palm as she half-dozed. Unlike nearly every other student at school, he loved History of Magic. It was the one place he could watch Y/N unabashed because everyone, including her, was either unconscious or close to it.

Last year, after two long years of admiring her from afar, the younger twin, with Fred's encouragement and a few shots of firewhiskey, finally got the nerve to strike up a conversation with her during one of Gryffindor's infamous parties. A friendship blossomed between the two, but George could never muster up the courage to ask her out.

"Y/N's just so perfect. She's a Goddess," he'd told Fred. "And I'm just well--I'm just me."

~•~

Y/N couldn't help but smile when she saw George walking toward her. She'd had a crush on him since their third year but had been too shy to approach the cool, confident prankster. Then, last spring, during a Gryffindor party, he introduced himself, and they ended up sitting in a quiet corner, ignoring everyone else and talking long after the party was over.

He seemed to really like her and Y/N thought maybe he would ask her out at some point, but he never did. A couple of times, she almost bit the bullet and confessed her feelings, but froze up before she could even utter the first syllable. Y/N knew it could spell disaster for their friendship if he didn't feel the same way. So, in the end, she decided she'd much rather have him as a friend than not at all.

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"There you are," George said, sitting beside her on the grass. "What are you doing all the way out here? I've been looking all over for you."

Y/N had walked almost as far as the shrieking shack in an effort to shake off her ardent admirer. "Hiding from Montcroix. He's been all over me like shit on a stick today. Would you believe he actually tried to kiss me? Granted, it was my cheek and not my lips, thank goodness. But still. Just thought of his mouth anywhere my skin makes me wanna puke."

George's blood boiled. He looked away for a few moments to hide the red splotches he knew were blooming on his face and neck. He wanted more than anything to punch that smug, cocksure smile off Montcroix's pristine, fucking face and then sweep Y/N off her feet in a passionate kiss. Just like in all the movies and romance novels.

"I'm just so sick of him," Y/N sighed. "I've tried everything I can think of, but he just won't leave me alone." She paused and looked up at George, "Got any ideas? I'm willing to try just about anything at this point."

George rubbed his chin, thinking, and then his head snapped up. His mind was reeling with this sudden crazy idea that would get Montcroix off her back and would allow him to shower her with the love he's been bottling up for so long. If he couldn't ask Y/N out for real, why not go for the next best thing? He blurted it out before he had time to second guess himself. "We could pretend to be a couple."

"What?" Y/N stared at him.

"We could pretend to be dating. If Montcroix thinks you have a boyfriend, he'll hopefully leave you alone. And if not, I'll kick his ass."

For a brief moment she harbored hope that maybe George wanted to be more than just friends.

But, then reality set in.

'Oh,' she thought. 'Pretend. Not for real. George isn't one to beat around the bush. If he actually wanted to date me he'd just ask me straight out.

No, this is just a friend helping out a friend.'

At least now she knew.

Y/N looked down at her hands, forcing back her tears. How could she say yes? How could she pretend her true feelings weren't real? How could she endure knowing his affections were all an act? Knowing it all had an expiration date.

She truly didn't know, and yet...

How could she say no? How could she throw away the opportunity to be loved by George, even if it wasn't real? Even if it was only temporary. This might be as close as she'd ever get to living her dream.

Y/N chewed on her lip as she convinced herself this was a good idea. Then looking back up at George, she smiled. "Sure. Why not?"

Part two:

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@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @xmjthewitchx @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @imshiningjustforyou @samberriejams @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @mrsgweasley @hufflepuffie @morally-grey-obsessed @fredweasleyyyyy @princess-paramour @anvaaryn @lastwandastan @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @hmisa11 @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @kaysau2510 @igncrantbliss

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george weasley headcanon #george weasley imagines #george weasley fic #george weasley fluff #george weasley angst #hp universe #hp fandom #harry potter fandom #harry potter universe

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flownwrong · 6 months

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Shipping bingo: rayk/fraser let's see if we can get bingo baby

okay I admit I cheated a little just to get a bingo but LET ME EXPLAIN

- comfort ship: self-explanatory

- criminally underrated: as of 2023, haha. I'm on a mission to convince more people to get into due south regardless of shipping anyway

- I could write essays: but I would prefer to write fic. and here's to me getting more confident about it

- fanon gets them so wrong: I don't know the current fanon, and what I can intuit from heaps of good fic left from The Times is a lot of varying but good fanon. however, in my imaginary discussions with an active fandom I am pretty sure I would find things to be ornery about because they're really easy to distort into stereotypes

- from what I know about Freud, he'd have a field day with just about anything. so I think I can safely include this one (also, I do have ray asking thatcher about not knowing who you are without another person playing on loop in my head)

- no one gets them like I get them: see above. there are many glorious and precise takes immortalised in fic but I can always find something I would tweak just a little to make it that much closer to my vision (which, oh well, I need to git gud at writing to keep my dignity while nitpicking the superior writing of others)

- facebook status: they would absolutely both think it's complicated. which it is, wonderfully so, canon timeline especially, but on fundamental level they're always just careening towards fitting together like puzzle pieces, so THEY'D THINK SO, BUT WE KNOW BETTER. also, watching ray, a shitty facebook user, make fraser a facebook account would be hysterical (because let's face it, fraser would never otherwise)

- it would never work in canon: here's my ultimate bingo cheat. because boy, does it ever work in canon. I can only explain it like so: in my perfect imaginary timeline they would never actually form a stable romantic bond without some serious soul-searching post-cotw. which is catnip to me because they really DO the puzzle pieces thing, but man, are they a ways away from communicating that to each other or even themselves, canonically (ffs ray's still waiting for the other shoe to drop AND not exactly serene re:Stella and fraser is so much reeling from the avalanche of finale happenings he can't see that and still hasn't fully learned the lesson about not being an island and I bet you my left hand they would be extremely unequipped for deciding where to go from there, so they'll definitely need the shiny quest liminality and then some to get it)

- I have so many questions: but mostly why are you both so blind arghh (and thank god for that, it's the driving force of my adoration and an endless exploration ground)

- they should go to therapy together: you know what, I really wouldn't mind. it'd be hilarious. but also didn't someone (speranza??) write a whole fic that takes it seriously that you recced and I keep putting off because I know it'll destroy me in ways both good and bad? because I can roll with that too

- I don't think THEY know what they have going on: again, thank god for that. they really don't. it's heartbreaking and adorable in equal measure.

- literally perfect, no notes: I say, after writing many notes. but now's the moment when I publicly admit they have a stronger grip on my mind than sam and dean do—at least currently, we'll see about the long run. because I'm mushy af even with my angst and miscommunication enjoyment and they're a dream come true for my sappy sappy heart.

- also, they could never do friends with benefits. they'd think they can, but no, they can't. it's a rock fact.

here, come, look at my embarrassing admissions!!! thanks for asking, I'm fucking dying to talk about them at all hours of the day.

#due south #fraser/rayk #tag games #fandom

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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Part of 8 the mimic series, please! I would very much appreciate it. <33 Keep up the awesome work bunny!

This is the ending! There is no more after this!

Rodolfo half panicked as he watched the Thing slam Alejandro against the cave wall. He couldn’t let this happen, he had to stop it somehow before it killed Alejandro.

His mind went back to its words from before. I love you, Rodolfo.

Fear spiked Rodolfo’s heart at the way Alejandro’s head fell forward and he worried another impact would seriously hurt him. His one driving thought this last year was keeping Alejandro alive. Keeping Alejandro from dying.

“Stop!” Rodolfo cried when he saw the Thing move to slam Alejandro again. “Mateo!” He used it’s name. He knew it would catch its attention. “Stop! I-”

His mind reeled. He tried to think of anything he could say to stop it. Then, his mind cleared and he realized exactly what he had to do.

“You do love me. I believe it, now. Please just stop…” Rodolfo pleaded, softening his voice.

He relaxed as the Thing dropped Alejandro, finally, though he had to fight not to cringe when Alejandro’s body made a very audible thud as he hit the ground. Just… focus on keeping it distracted.

The Thing turned to him and then it’s face was softening. It’s expression wasn’t even close to Alejandro’s. Rodolfo still had trouble believing he’d been Alejandro at all. “I believe you… You were trying to show me the whole time…”

Again, Rodolfo’s brain was scrambling for a way he could sell this lie. He needed a half truth. Something that he should be upset about. “Alejandro let me be missing for a year.” He looked up at the Thing, meeting its eyes.

He ignored Alejandro’s visible wince and instead focused on the Thing only. He needed to sell this to everyone in this fucking cave or the Thing wouldn’t believe him, either.

Rodolfo looked away, trying to make himself small so he looked apologetic. “Alejandro neglected me… You were trying to show that.”

The Thing immediately nodded and it started to reach for Rodolfo, who fought himself not to slash it with his knife for daring to. Instead he stayed completely still, letting it move to Rodolfo. Which, it did happily, touching him.

The sensation made his skin crawl but he suppressed it and instead looked up to meet its eyes. “I’m sorry… I should have listened to you…”

He knew to meet its eyes. He knew when he lied, he looked away from people. So, even though meeting its eyes made every molecule in his body scream and demand he look away, he met them. He needed everyone to believe him. He needed this lie to be the truth, just for this moment.

And to sell it even more, he slowly slid all of his rings off and dropped them on the floor, one after the other. The clink matched the jolts of his own heartbeat.

The Thing reached up and cupped his face again, mimicking the motion Alejandro made, occasionally, as it rubbed it’s thumb under Rodolfo’s eye. But even that was wrong. It was the wrong pace, the wrong rhythm.

“Rodolfo!” He heard Alex, behind him, practically scream. Rodolfo managed to keep himself stead. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I’m making the better choice.” Rodolfo turned to Alex, putting as much venom and vitriol as he was capable of making, artificially, in his eyes. “Mateo loves me. Alejandro doesn’t. I want to be wanted.”

Alejandro’s sudden pleading stole Rodolfo’s attention. “Rodolfo, no, no, I do love you. Please… I will prove it, I will never neglect you again. Please…”

Rodolfo didn’t allow his expression to change. Even though he wanted to go to Alejandro, to run to him. To say “I know” over and over because he did. He believed Alejandro. He knew Alejandro loved him and he didn’t want Alejandro to think he didn’t, but he couldn’t!

And then Alejandro almost ruined Rodolfo’s chances of keeping the lie going, because… because he started to cry. Tears filled Alejandro’s eyes and Rodolfo saw his lip quiver in a way that it hadn’t since they were kids.

Rodolfo’s heart broke. He hated himself for making Alejandro so hurt, but he had to. He couldn’t stop. He needed the thing to stay close enough and he couldn’t exactly do that if it didn’t feel off guard.

So, he shook his head. “You had your chance. You had ten years.” Then, for good measure, “it’s over, Alejandro.”

“Don’t do this-”

“Shut up!” Rodolfo snapped, turning the vitriol back on in his eyes. He needed Alejandro to stop or he was going to break. He was going to give in.

Thankfully, Alejandro stopped and went completely silent.

Rodolfo used the relief at Alejandro stopping to soften his face at the Thing instead. He took a breath. “I love you, too…” He murmured.

Rodolfo’s breath stopped as it started to lean forward, but he forced himself to lean up and then he was pressing his lips to the Thing’s.

It tasted horrible. Granted, no one that Rodolfo had ever kissed had tasted particularly fantastic. That was one aspect of intimacy Rodolfo had never really understood any of the raving about. Okay… really, all of it he didn’t get any of the descriptors.

But, the Thing tasted like eating a spoonful of sugar. Far, far too sweet.

When he was a kid, his older sister, Liliana, used to eat sugarcubes. Rodolfo had tried one, once, to see why she liked them and he remembered immediately throwing up from the taste. The sensation was like sand in his mouth and it was far too sweet. Sickly sweet.

He’d almost been unable to eat anything with sugar, again, because he couldn’t get the taste of it, out of his mouth.

That was exactly what this was like. It was too sweet and he hated it.

Carefully, Rodolfo let one of his blades slip from where it hid in his sleeve down into his hand and then he slowly reached up as if he was planning to cup the Thing’s neck. Instead, he stabbed the blade deep into it and jerked back.

He watched it practically throw itself against the wall of the cave and claw at its neck, though it couldn’t touch the knife without burning its claws.

Rodolfo didn’t give himself time to react, just crouching down and grabbing his rings from where he’d dropped them, putting them on so fast he almost bent a finger wrong in the process.

When he was up, again, he slid his knuckles on and started to bark orders at Alex. “You and Alejandro get Ghost the fuck out of here! I’m getting Valeria!” He glared at the Thing and went around it, grabbing it’s shoulders, and then he started to drag it deeper into the cave.

He was shocked at how light it was. It barely felt like he was dragging a sack of bones. He’d had to drag Alejandro out of buildings before. He was a heavy fucking man.

“You’re shit at mimicking your twin fucking brother, you know that, right? You should be good at that, at least.” Rodolfo spit at it, once they made it to where he remembered it bringing food.

It just continued to scream at him and clawed at his hands and its own neck. Rodolfo tossed it to the side and got out another knife, straddling it.

Then, he just started to stab it with the knife, over and over, making as many wounds as he possibly could. There was no blood, just smoke and melting goopy flesh. “I. Don’t. Fucking. Love. You. You. Fucking. Monster. How. Could. I. You’ve made my life hell!” He screamed.

Flashes of the night came back to him and he broke down sobbing as he just continued to tear into it with the knife.

It finally got enough sense to throw Rodolfo off of him and it just wrapped its hand around the knife, ripping it out of its neck. Rodolfo stared at it, watching its face change to pure rage as it dropped the knife.

“I love you, Rodolfo.” Its expression was taunting.

“You crave me. It’s different. You want to eat me. You can’t love me, you sick monster!” Rodolfo quickly got to his feet and trembled. He knew exactly what it was capable of. He knew exactly what it would do to Rodolfo, had it got the chance. It had worked so hard to break Rodolfo. To destroy Rodolfo.

Rodolfo reached into his jacket, watching it the entire time, and got out the silver garrotte and wrapped it around his hands before pulling it taut between them.

Then, he threw himself at it, screaming. He used all of his force to knock it over, wrapping the garrotte around it’s neck and starting to make a sawing motion.

It clawed at his back, but he ignored it and continued with the motion, ignoring the cold slime that coated his hands with each motion.

Then, the worst thing happened. The garrotte snapped. Rodolfo stared at it in horror before just getting off of it and running deeper into the cave, stopping when he found Valeria.

She looked so weak, barely alive, but she was breathing. Rodolfo got her off of the hook she was on, starting to drag her out. The Thing was on the floor, still, staring at the roof of the cave and barely moving.

Rodolfo knew that wouldn’t last long at all, so he just continued to guide Valeria out of the cave, very carefully so she wouldn’t get more hurt.

“Alejandro!” Rodolfo cried when they made it out of the cave, seeing them in the distance. “ALEJANDRO!” He screamed.

Alejandro glanced back, right as they made it to the truck and Rodolfo sped up, pleading Valeria to move her legs a little faster. But, she likely couldn’t, so he just continued to half drag her.

Finally, finally, Rodolfo made it to the truck, trying to ignore the screeching behind him, and he all but tossed Valeria into the truck with Alejandro’s help. Then, he sprinted around to the driver’s seat, climbing in and taking off as soon as he heard the doors shut.

Rodolfo panted, wincing occasionally as Alejandro patched up his back. “I’m sorry…” He murmured, needing Alejandro to know that. “I… I needed everyone to believe it. I needed everyone to think I was telling the truth so… so it would believe me…” His voice was wrecked. It was so hard to talk, but he was desperate for Alejandro to know the truth.

Alejandro had been scarily silent since they’d gotten back to the base. Valeria and Ghost had been taken to the infirmary and the other five had wanted to know what the fuck happened.

But, Rodolfo had left Alex to explain, instead pulling Alejandro to his quarters. He hadn’t intended Alejandro to clean and bandage his back, but he had let him.

Alejandro still didn’t say anything. Rodolfo closed his eyes, desperate. “Alejandro… Alejandro please… I promise I was lying the entire time…” He pleaded.

“You were so convincing…” Alejandro whispered, finally. He finished bandaging Rodolfo and turned him to face him. “I would go back and take back every moment I neglected you if I could…”

“I don’t need you to!” Rodolfo insisted, taking his hands. “I’ve forgiven you. I… I love you, so much. I’m sorry…” He needed Alejandro to believe him. He needed him to. “Please… I don’t… I don’t…”

Flashes of that night came back and Rodolfo flinched back, letting go of Alejandro’s hands. He felt so overwhelmed and he wanted to scream and he wanted to cry and he just needed Alejandro to believe him.

Alejandro’s hands touched Rodolfo’s face, after a moment, and he made Rodolfo look at him. “I believe you.” He murmured.

Rodolfo relaxed and then he surged forward, kissing Alejandro as hard as he could manage, clinging to him. Alejandro relaxed and then he was pressing closer, meeting Rodolfo with desperation.

Then, they were breaking apart because Alejandro was sobbing and it tore Rodolfo’s heart to shreds because he had caused that and he didn’t like that he had been the one to make Alejandro so hurt like that.

Rodolfo pulled Alejandro down so he could sob into his chest, leaning back a bit, and he hugged him tightly, trying desperately to hold Alejandro together. “I love you, I love you so much…”

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I love you too and I will spend… my entire life desperately trying to make sure you never doubt that…”

“I don’t! I don’t doubt it!” Rodolfo immediately shook his head. “Alejandro, I believe you… please…”

Alejandro looked up at him, his expression looking so absolutely distraught and Rodolfo hated himself. He hated himself so much. “I searched for you… Every fucking day, I looked for you. I… I… neglected my duties, I killed people, because I just wanted you back…”

Rodolfo closed his eyes, trying to keep his own tears from forming. “I know… I know… I believe you, I do… Please…”

Alejandro touched his face. “Please don’t leave me like that, again…”

“I won’t.” Rodolfo shook his head. “I promise…”

Alejandro took deep breaths and then relaxed. “Thank you…” He took Rodolfo’s hand and kissed his knuckles. “I can’t go another year waking up without you beside me… I can’t go another year being unable to look across my own desk because your chair is empty.”

Rodolfo looked down. He felt so guilty now. It’d been in the back of his mind. Worry. But… he’d been so focused on his mission, on his bitterness, that he had been able to ignore it. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. He covered his face. “I should have called you, I should have came back, I should have-” He was stopped by Alejandro taking his hands.

Alejandro moved Rodolfo’s left hand to his chest, over where his heart would be. “Stop… Should haves don’t help… Okay? I… it’s all happened…” He looked down, breathing deeply.

Rodolfo nodded, though guilt still clouded his heart. “Okay…”

“We’re going to fix this problem. And we’re going to fix it, together. We’re going to fucking kill my twin brother and we’re going to take down Shepherd and stop the program and then you and I are going to live the rest of our lives. Together.” Alejandro looked right into Rodolfo’s eyes. “Alright?”

“Alright.” Rodolfo nodded. “Together.”

“Together.”

Will I maybe come back to this in the future? Sure. But... for now? I'm done. This is it.

This is the ending I wanted for it from the beginning. I only ever intended it to be five parts, to be honest, and I always wanted to leave it open ended.

I wrote this to portray several of my fears and those don't just go away. So... neither will this. :)

Please don't kill me.

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Hi. I’ve got terrible flu and decided to heal myself with some self-indulgent Rowaelin (mostly) fluff. If you end up hating this, I’m totally blaming the meds lol who would’ve thought one of its side effects was poor editing?

I’d also like to thank @leiawritesstories for letting me use her professor’s Einstein joke. Absolutely priceless.

Word count: 6,2k

CW: swear words, drinking, mentions of cheating.

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That’s it. I’m going to fuck his dad.

That was Aelin’s first thought when she saw the picture Lysandra sent of Chaol in a club with his hand under a girl’s skirt. With an attached message saying they left the party together.

At that point, Aelin was truly and thoroughly pissed. Their relationship wasn’t very fulfilling and she didn’t love him, but he had been a comfortable constant in her life for the past few months, specially since dating could be a handful when one’s not in a serious relationship already, with all the games, bad experiences and walking on eggshells. She couldn’t afford this now, getting through college was her main goal. But Chaol and her were supposed to be partners. Aelin could deal with a lot of things, but betrayal wasn’t one of them.

It was Saturday, so she woke up late to find the picture, and stayed a lot of time frozen in place, just reeling. To then start pacing around the house. Her third reaction to the betrayal was to forward her cheating (ex) boyfriend the picture and text “Don’t you dare trying to fix this.” when he started to apologize and request a conversation. Immediately after, she calmly laid in her bathtub, used her finest oils and lavender soap, put on a black lacy lingerie, black dress that was flirty but not too revealing, and red lipstick. She wasn’t getting ready to fuck Chaol’s dad, no. She was getting ready to have her revenge.

Her mind was on fire as she started driving to Anielle. Was she sure about that? Almost. Mr. Westfall never really liked her, but he and her parents were all politicians, and at least she was respected for the weight of her last name and her family’s legacy. Besides, even though they disagreed on everything, she had incredible assets. Aelin was confident enough to admit her looks made her hard to refuse. When added to the fact that Mr. Westfall didn’t care enough about his son to have this kind of loyalty to him, her mission was almost too easy. She didn’t care if Chaol’s dad was one of the most hateful people she ever met, getting revenge was enough to get her off. Her friends were always trying to warn her about him.

Aelin, his looks don’t make up for his personality.

Aelin, he’s too boring for you.

Aelin, he’s not a boyfriend, he’s a charity case.

And what did she gain from dating Chaol? Exac—

“What the fuck?”

When she looked up, there was a car in front of hers. One she just hit. Fuck. And it also wasn’t looking good. Aelin was starting to panic when she saw Rowan Whitethorn getting out of the car she just hit. Great. Her ex’s roommate. He was actually a sore spot on Chaol’s life, but she never figured it out besides not making it into the hockey team which Whitethorn was captain. Still, she wanted nothing to do with the people in Chaol’s life. Besides his dad, for one night. And the two friends they had in common. She was shutting the bastard out.

She left the car, looking intently at the damage until Rowan’s snap at her became impossible not to notice. “Seriously, Aelin? How fast were you going?”

“Oh, please. It’s not my fault you drive like an old lady.” Aelin couldn’t help the snarky comment. Without a car, her avenge was ten times more difficult to achieve now.

She watched Rowan close his eyes and breathe in and out a few times, deeply. Then he ran a hand through his silvery-blonde hair and asked “Are you injured? I’m fine so I’m just going to call insurance if you’re good as well.” It would be a jerk move to be sassy now, so she just told him to go ahead and make the call, and they decided to wait on the sidewalk while someone came to pick up their cars. They really were lucky no one got hurt. Both of the cars looked like a raisin where they crashed.

She was also really lucky Rowan wasn’t pressing charges. Actually, he didn’t even seem overly pissed, just mildly so. She knew him very little, but as Rowan was definitely the quiet type, he was never rude to her, which made her try harder to understand Chaol’s spite toward him. She looked sideways and saw her crashmate look up, breathe deep and think hard on something. Probably trying not to be pissed at her, the person who wasn’t looking where she was going and bumped into his car. Which now looked like the outside of a passion fruit. By now, she was actually thinking he was too nice.

At first, they didn’t say a thing. Just stayed sat on the sidewalk, slowly breathing while waiting for someone from the insurance company to come. At some point, Rowan silently offered her his water bottle, which she gladly took and then cleaned the lipstick smudge left there. She didn’t really know Rowan, but his steady presence was soothing. People watching on the street, with a breeze cooling her down, and breathing evenly for the first time since she found out she was being cheated on, Rowan probably had no idea how much this was calming her down. She was still mad at Chaol, but it was good to clear her head a little. Aelin wasn’t even counting the time, she was just happy to see it pass by her. At this moment, she didn’t feel like controlling anything.

A while later, Rowan broke the silence. “So, where were you going in such a hurry?” Even though his question was snarky, he kept a gentle tone.

Aelin wasn’t a very open person, and she didn’t feel ready yet to talk to any of her friends about the downfall of her relationship, but something about Rowan made him seem approachable. Safe, even. So she told him the truth.

“I was driving to fuck Mr. Westfall”.

Rowan’s cheeks flushed a little, but he kept his gaze intent on her. “You call your own boyfriend by his last name?”

“No, I mean his dad.”

At that, Rowan just gaped and stared at her, as if waiting for the clarification that it was a joke. Except that it wasn’t. She just raised one eyebrow at him and waited for his brain to start working again.

“I met him only once and he’s one of the most unpleasant people I know. You can’t be serious.”

“I never thought of him that way. In fact, I kind of always hated him, but Chaol and I broke up and I’m so mad at him I just feel like sleeping with his dad out of spite.”

He looked up a little and asked quietly “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

He watched her a little and uttered with a small crooked smile “I always thought you were dating down by being with him.” Sounds like this was everyone’s opinion on her relationship. “Ugh, I know. My friends told me this at least a thousand times, but I didn’t really listen. You and my cousin Aedion are teammates, right?”

He peered at her, unsure where she was going. “Sure.”

“You know his girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Alyssa?”

For the first time that day, Aelin laughed. “Lysandra, yes.” Then she remembered where the conversation was going and the mood sobered. “So, she sent me last night a picture of him with another girl at a club, and told me they left together. I saw it this morning, forwarded to him and he didn’t even deny he cheated, just tried to mend our relationship. The rest you already know.”

Rowan looked thoughtful while processing the information, then asked “and you think sleeping with someone you dislike with help you somehow? I’d prefer to go for Dorian if I were in your shoes.”

“I’m really just doing it out of spite, and Mr. Westfall is the person Chaol has the strongest feelings, even though it’s hate. Besides, I had a quick fling with Dorian before dating Chaol and the three of us dealt well with it, it wouldn’t make that big impact.”

Rowan still looked quizzically at her, but he seemed amused. “I’m still not sure your big impact makes up for sleeping with someone that repulsing, but I’m sorry my slowness delayed your revenge. I would never purposefully come between a girl and her evil masterplans.”

Aelin just laughed, but didn’t want to stop the conversation. So they started to tentatively ask each other about college, which developed to an exchanging of funny stories. The pink tones of the sunset were reflected on Rowan’s face as Aelin did an impression of her professor. “And he said” —she took a moment as trying not to laugh— “Einstein. Yeah, sure, do the Einstein thing: grossly irresponsible research that’s gonna kill us all,” and then she lost it, both of them laughing so much they had to take gulps of air after.

In fact, they were having such a good time they missed when the crew came to take their cars. Not wanting their little encounter to be over, they decided on going to eat a burger together nearby. Casually. As two new friends who liked spending time together. Aelin was definitely not thinking about the way Rowan’s body made his shirt stretch, or how his scent of pine and snow hit her when he held the door for her, and it reminded her of home. When they sat on the table, she was decided to toss these thoughts aside. She should go with the basics. And fast, since he was looking intently at her silent figure as if trying to figure her out.

“What’s your favorite color?”

He looked surprised, but quickly answered. “Green.”

“Fitting.”

“How so?”

“You smell like pine.” So much for her ability to shove dangerous thoughts aside.

“Oh.” —he still had that dumbfounded expression on his gorgeous gorgeous face— “It’s probably from my shampoo or something. I hadn’t really noticed it before.”

Genuinely curious, Aelin couldn’t seem to shut up. “Is your hair naturally that color? It’s like you were born a Benjamin Button except that your hair stayed that way,” Rowan looked at a loss of words, so she added, “But I mean it in a good way! It’s quite cute, actually.”

Ignoring completely everything besides the last phrase, he just blushed and sheepishly asked “You think I’m cute?” Great. Aelin had her mouth opened as she tried to come up with an appropriate answer and they both were blushing now. With a much appreciated intervention, Rowan’s phone starting to vibrate endlessly and he rolled his eyes at whatever was happening on his screen.

“That would be Fenrys. He refuses to call me, but keeps sending a thread of meaningless texts until he has my attention.” He seemed fondly exasperated at his friend, which just made Aelin cackle more.

“But is it serious?”

Still texting this Fenrys guy, he replied “Of course not. He just want us to go clubbing with him.”

Her eyes widened. “Us?”

“Yeah, I told him I’m already busy and he told me to bring whoever I’m with. In my defense, he would invite my mom if it meant he would get his way. And he’d totally own it because he’s that kind of social butterfly.” The way he talked about Fenrys kind of reminded Aelin about her relationship with Aedion, like he was fondly exasperated of his annoying little brother. That only piked her interest even more.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Rowan looked at her as if trying to understand. “Clubbing with Fenrys?”

“Sure, why not? I’m already dressed like I was going to, anyway.” She was laughing at her own joke while Rowan’s eyes roamed through her. Aelin didn’t know exactly what it meant, but the heat in his eyes burned on her skin, and the feeling was exhilarating because it had been a while since she last felt desired. Her thing with Chaol had been mundane, driven by routine. Hot team captain that looked at her like this? Aelin could deal with that.

When the food came, Aelin realized she was starving. She didn’t remember eating anything the whole day, probably forgetting to do so since finding out about being cheated on. And that burger was so good it should be illegal.

“That good, huh?” Rowan mused.

Oh, fuck. She was blushing now. Had she been eating too greedily? Did she forget to clean something off her face? Aelin was about to apologize when she noticed Rowan wasn’t reprimanding her, he actually looked amused. Wow. That was a new one. Still feeling shy and without knowing what to do, she just gave him a small smile. And received a full grin back.

“So… Were you going to see your friends when I slammed into your car?”

“Actually, I was going to my dad’s birthday. It’s only tomorrow, but I like to talk to my parents a little before the very chaotic part of the family arrives.”

She couldn’t help the giggle that came. “I don’t have a big family, but I’m very familiar with the ‘chaotic’ part. By the way, sorry for the crash. I hope you still make it tomorrow.”

“My cousin already offered to give me a ride tomorrow, don’t worry. I’m not half as mad as I should be about that crash. In fact, I’m not mad at all.” He tilted his head and seemed to be confused at himself, but both of them looked pleased. Good. She was liking this evening far too much for Rowan to have normal feelings about an accident that was totally her fault.

Talking to Rowan was easy. She didn’t know how to describe it. Aelin had been on so many dates —was that a date?— where she had to scramble her mind to find something to keep conversation going at least for another hour or so. Honestly, she didn’t know if she could do this after such a long day, but keeping a conversation with Rowan wasn’t an effort at all. They just jumped from one topic to another without even realizing it. It felt like they were in sync.

When the time came, they requested a car ride that dropped them in a place that definitely didn’t look like a club. Not the ones she frequented, at least. It was a big house that didn’t look like a frat, with a mechanical bull out front and a lot of drunk people. Rowan just said they should look for Fenrys and whoever was with him and held her hand. It was probably a meaningless thing, just trying not to lose each other in the crowd, but the moment his calloused hand gripped hers, Aelin could feel her whole body set alight just by that small act. She felt like an early teen getting noticed by her school crush. They only stopped walking when reached a table with two guys that looked a lot alike and… Elide and Lorcan? What the hell?

It turns out that Fenrys was a blonde guy with a brunette twin that left Aelin dying to ask if one of them painted their hair. They had been friends with Lorcan and Rowan forever, and even though Elide had only been seeing Lorcan for a few months, they acted like an old married couple so she already knew everyone in his life. After they were sat, Rowan carefully scooped closer to her, but didn’t go further because Lorcan suddenly snapped at her.

“Aren’t you dating that Kale guy?” No wonder why he had looked more annoyed than usual since she appeared holding hands with Rowan.

“Kale guy and I broke up.”

With an almost imperceptible smirk, he prompted “Good riddance.”

“Agreed.”

A bit after that, Elide asked Aelin to go get new drinks with her. When Lorcan and Rowan offered to do it, she shot daggers at both of them, leading to an apprehensive retreat. She meant business, them. After they had their Mojitos ready, Elide carefully stopped her from going back and whispered “Are you sure you’re okay? Lys told Aedion and I what happened, we were worried about you.”

“No need to fuss, losing my mind over that breakup is very six hours ago Aelin. I’m a new person now.” Aelin said that as a joke, but it was kind of true. She did feel different. Lighter. Anyway, she didn’t know what Elide saw in her at that moment, but it was enough to leave it alone for now. “Just don’t drink too much alcohol, you know the reactions it gives you.”

Aelin was genuinely confused now. “What reactions?”

“It makes your legs spread.” Elide wiggled her eyebrows and it was enough to make both of them crack up. The laughter had subsided a little when they reached the table, but Connall still asked what they were laughing about.

“We” —a brief pause. She couldn’t possibly tell the joke in front of Rowan now— “were wondering what exactly is this party.”

“A graduation party” Fenrys proudly answered.

“Cool. Who’s graduating?”

“I don’t know.”

The whole table seemed to stop a that. “What?”

“I’ve been going out with someone. Casually. She invited me to come to her friend’s graduation party but I asked her if I could bring a friend, since I’m only going to see her later.” A slow smirk. “So here y’all are. Enjoy the party.”

The whole crew still looked ashen a few beats later, when Rowan asked “So your version of ‘a friend’ is five people that girl doesn’t know?”

Fenrys looked completely confident when he smiled and answered “No need to fake outrage, you’re loving the free drinks.”

Honestly? She was. The drinks were flowing and Rowan’s friend group was really fun to be around. Except for Dorian and Nehemia, Chaol’s friends were always looking down on her for her life choices or political opinions. This change of scenario was refreshing.

Aelin couldn’t remember how many drinks she had, but she did remember promising Fenrys she’d ride the mechanical bull later. Apparently, ‘later’ was now. At first, she couldn’t get up on the bull, so Rowan went to her rescue and propped his hands so she could step on them to get her right leg on the other side of it. But they probably had the same idea on getting her momentum, because when Aelin jumped to ride the bull, Rowan also pushed her feet up, which sent her airborne until she landed on the other side of the air mattress. Aelin could barely distinguish Rowan’s voice asking if she was okay from all the laughter in the room, and it turns out she was laughing too. In fact, she really hoped Elide had it on camera.

On their second try she managed to land properly on the bull, and she felt glorious until that thing started moving. Aelin had no idea how much time she managed to stay sat on the bull, the only thing she knew was that she managed a few seconds before lying on it and holding on its neck with both arms like her life depended on it. She was really grateful for the spandex shorts Elide had brought for the occasion and ended up lending her, because otherwise she would be flashing everyone now. It probably wasn’t a long time after, but it certainly felt like a lifetime when the bull made a particularly sharp move and she finally fell. She would be grateful if her thigh didn’t hit one of the bull’s horns on her way down, which was likely to bruise soon.

Aelin had only a few seconds to lie down and reevaluate all her life choices that led to this mechanical bull until Rowan appeared before her. “Hey, you okay?” He looked concerned. Adorable. Little did he know she felt like she had died and came back by divine intervention. He checked her up and decided she was fine enough to go on, but the party started to fade away before she finished applying the ice pack that seemed to materialize on Rowan’s hand. The only thing he said to stop her complaining was “You’re injured, it’s absolutely necessary.” She wasn’t actually minding the hovering, but it was fun to tease him.

Elide, Lorcan and Fenrys already had plans that didn’t include them, but Connall was meeting his boyfriend Vaughan at another party and invited them along. Before making a decision, she quietly whispered to Rowan, “I don’t want to go to another party, but I really don’t want tonight to be over.”

“I live close by, we could go to my place if you feel like it,” Rowan suggested tentatively, but then quickly started to rectify his intentions “and I don’t mean anything by it, you know? We could just talk. Or not talk, really. Shit. I didn’t mean it like that.” —his cheeks reddened more each sentence— “What I’m trying to say is that whatever you want to do, I’ll be happy to oblige.” Rowan look positively ill by the end of his babble. She wondered if she’d ever see him that flustered without the booze.

The fact that Aelin would be going to her ex’s house was just a fleeting afterthought when she accepted the invitation.

They were very close to the exit of the house when a girl wearing a mortarboard hat and a bodycon dress bumped into them. Her shoulder slammed against Aelin’s, but she could smell a heavy scent of beer in her. The hostess, then. She looked confused to see both of them, but perked up again when Aelin started cheering her on. “Congratulations! And thank you for having us, we’re heading out now”

The girl sent Rowan a glance that didn’t hide she liked what she saw, then winked at Aelin before saying “You go ride that bull, girl.” The only answer she received was Aelin’s bark of laughter and Rowan’s mortified face.

Aelin decided his place was close enough to go by foot, but Rowan only agreed to it before checking how bad her bruises were looking and lending her his jacket so she wouldn’t catch a cold. She didn’t have the heart to tell him his jacket wasn’t going to stop a virus from entering her body.

Aelin looked up and sighed. “God, I could use a snack now.”

“There’s a 24-hour store nearby, wanna grab some food?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What are you craving?”

She weighted her options a little before answering firmly “Cake.”

“Please don’t tell me you make those boxed cakes.” He looked horrified.

“Wrong. I don’t make any cakes. I’m very good at eating them, though.”

Rowan’s eyes glistened when he replied “Good to know. I’m very good at baking from scratch, but I’m not good at eating them.”

Aelin’s jaw was on the floor. She couldn’t have heard it right. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

He was laughing at her disbelief, which made her even more confused. How dare he. “I like to cook basically anything, but I find baking particularly relaxing when I’m stressed out, so I do it and then give it to someone else. I don’t like sweets.”

Oh my God. Was he even real? One person who only liked to bake, and another who only liked to eat. It was like they were meant to be. Aelin would never consider dating someone who didn’t like sweets, but this scenario turned out to be the best one she could imagine.

Inside the store, they settled for popcorn and also some booze.

“What do you want to drink?” Rowan asked her while reading the labels.

“Impress me.”

“Are you okay with red wine?”

“Red wine?” She tilted her head. “Are you trying to seduce me, Whitethorn?”

He had the gall to look sheepishly at her. “Only if you want me to.”

That made Aelin’s grin become predatory. “So you should know I’m a Pinot Noir kind of girl.” They only stared at each other for a while, the air heavy with the meaning of the words left unsaid. Then Rowan cleared his throat and chose some bottles.

When they finally got to the place he shared with Chaol and other two students, everything was dark and deadly quiet. Once in the kitchen, Aelin quickly settled into the role of sous chef. Except that this sous chef only helped when separating the ingredients and by giving moral support, but neither of them were calling her out on this. After baking, they happily sat on the kitchen floor with one bowl of popcorn and two glasses of wine while waiting for the chocolate cake to be ready —the one Rowan made from scratch, specially for her. She couldn’t get over this part—.

“So, don’t get me wrong, but your parents are those two big names in Terrasen’s politics. What made you go to med school?” People meddling in her career was a bit of a sour spot in her life, but he didn’t sound judgy, only curious. That was probably why she managed to give him a real answer, without being snarky.

“Honestly? I don’t know. The idea of healing people excited me, so I told my parents I wanted to be a doctor when I was eight years old. That never changed, and they were surprisingly cool about it. I’ve never felt like a rebel because I always had a choice.” Rowan looked proudly at her, so she prompted. “You?”

“I’ve never felt a huge calling for any profession. When the time came, I chose International Relations because it felt right. I wanted to be a bird when I was a kid.”

Aelin cackled hard at that. “Yes! How is this so fitting? You hover like an old Buzzard.”

He looked confused, until he was laughing along with her. If Aelin was sober, she’d worry about enjoying Rowan’s company way too much. She settled with the thought that it was just refreshing to spend time with someone who actually laughed at her jokes, that was all. When she came back to the moment, he was looking thoughtfully at her and running his thumb along her hand. She used her free hand to caress his cheek and he broke the silence a beat later.

“Are you still going after your ex’s dad?” Seriously? That was what he was thinking about?

Aelin’s hand that was resting on Rowan’s cheeks traveled to his silvery-blonde hair while she answered “I could really go for a silver fox now.”

His eyes widened slightly. “Mr. Westfall’s hair is not silver.”

“I know.” She was just glad he didn’t notice how terrible that pick up line was. Rowan just blinked as his whole face flushed. His mind was probably scrambling to something to say or do when they were interrupted.

“What. The. Fuck?” Said a very familiar voice.

She immediately noticed a smell of vodka and women’s perfume. When they looked up, Chaol was fuming on the kitchen entrance.

Rowan decided to start things peacefully. “Hey. I didn’t know you’d be here, you never stay in on the weekends.”

This was news to Aelin. “What does he mean you never stay home on the weekends?” Was she really that stupid?

“Get the fuck out of my relationship, Whitethorn—“

“Um, we broke up” Apparently, she still had to remind Chaol of this slight detail.

But he detected the smell of cake and continued. “Are you fucking baking for her? This is trying too hard to get in a girl’s pants, even for you.” Right now, Aelin’s only concern was on the oven. Was the cake ready? It smelled ready. She needed Chaol out of the kitchen soon. She was going to summon Rowan when she glanced at him and noticed he looked positively murderous.

“Seriously? You and the guys are the ones who eat my stuff the most. In fact, I’m practically the only one who cooks in this house. I saw you eat half a cake by yourself the other month, but you only tolerate me when it’s handy for you.”

“Can you blame me for not tolerating you when you’re foreplaying my girlfriend with chocolate cake? How long have you been planning this?” Aelin really couldn’t tell if Chaol was more pissed about her being with Rowan, or about her being fed by Rowan. But she decided to sort that out later, not wanting the cake to burn. She helped Rowan do it, it felt like it was her baby. Their baby. Whoa, too soon. She had too much to drink tonight. But then something clicked.

“Are you telling me you had access to half a cake and didn’t care to share with me, Chaol?”

He looked at her like she was a petulant child. “Aelin, we should go to my room and talk about this. I told you we can work things out. Going after Whitethorn just to spite me was a low blow, but I get why you’re angry. I see you, baby. It was just one mistake and honestly? It’d help a lot if your friends just stayed out of our relationship and—“

She had completely tuned him out by that point. Aelin was just nodding her head up and down, trying to distract him from Rowan and the cake. And Chaol seemed to believe her magnificent drunk acting. But then his red angry face and continuous babble —that actually meant something, but she didn’t feel like acknowledging it— reminded her of a tomato. Even better, of one of those Annoying Orange videos she used to watch a decade ago. She was trying not to laugh, but her shoulders were already shaking, and when Annoying Chaol stopped his speech and really looked at her, she couldn’t keep it together and started cracking up. Rowan sent her a confused look at first, but then started laughing too when he saw her amused expression.

Defeated, but too proud to assume so, Chaol just rolled his eyes and said “Come talk when you stop acting like a child.” before slamming the door and leaving the house. Both Rowan and Aelin managed to recompose themselves a bit before looking at the spot her ex was in and cackling again.

As she imagined, the cake was delicious. She was trying to eat as much as she could, but stopped when Rowan said she could take the whole thing home. He watched her in awe as she stood up, put both of her hands on the table and proudly announced “I’m going to take my ex’s advice and stop acting like a child. Do you want to see my last childish act, Buzzard?” Reluctantly pleased, he agreed and followed her up the stairs with two closed wine bottles.

Aelin couldn’t decide if it was a waste of Pinot Noir or not when she entered Chaol’s bedroom and painted his drawer with red wine. Shirts? Check. Underwear? Check. Very white socks? Check, check, check. Was tie dye still trending? She certainly hoped so.

She found Rowan propped against the doorframe, looking completely astonished. When she arched an eyebrow, waiting for a reproach, he just indulged her more. “You know, his bedsheets are looking awfully clean.”

“Remarkable observation, Buzzard.” Then she threw a bit more than half a bottle all over his bed, hoping it would stain not only the sheets. Two bottles of red wine spent on petty revenge, completely worth it. She hoped his other woman (or was it women?) would like the new theme. He could say he entered his new era. Finishing her abstract artwork, she schooled her face into a surprised look and said “Oh no! Now there’s only three beds! What are we going to do?”

“Do you think your ex will mind being the big spoon?” She cackled. Hard. It was difficult to picture tall, broody and brawny Rowan Whitethorn being the little spoon. He just put an offended hand on his chest and looked at Aelin in mock outrage. “Sexist much, Ace?” —Her new nickname falling like honey from his lips—, “Actually, I’m not even familiar with the wonders of little spooning. Girls always assume I’m going to be the big one.” Now, both of them were laughing, and somewhere between that and catching their breaths, Aelin held his hand and led him to his own room. He looked even more confused when she told him to lie down on his side. Rowan didn’t seem to catch up on her plans, but apparently he trusted her enough to oblige.

Their drunken mirth subsided at the same rate the tension grew. By the time Aelin laid behind Rowan, the room was deadly quiet. But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, she felt… comfortable. It felt good to wrap one arm below Rowan’s neck and the other above his waist. At this point, she was certain they felt like two pieces falling into place. Aelin started using one of her arms to stroke his hair.

“Are you liking little spooning so far?”

The only answer she received was a grunt. “You are no better than a house cat.” was the only thing she said while continuing her work. She just wasn’t certain about her next step. He probably felt like this too, by the way his body shivered when she accidentally tucked her nose behind his neck and breathed right on his spine. So when he started lazily stroking her thigh from behind, the only warning she gave him was saying “Tell me if you want to stop,” before kissing down his neck.

His breathing turned heavier and she loved inhaling deeply his pine scent while kissing such a soft patch of skin. Rowan turned around, held himself up with one hand and brushed Aelin’s skin before dipping down and kissing her.

It was brief and tentative, but enough to feel the softness of his lips. For a beat they only looked at each other. She could see the gentle breeze coming from the window mess with a few wild strands of Rowan’s hair. When she focused back on his eyes, they were intent on her, its green shade even darker under the moonlight. He silently dipped his head and kissed her for real this time. And heaven didn’t get close to how she felt.

She could swear he was the oxygen that set her body on fire. She dragged her nails through the back of his scalp, making him shudder again and kiss her harder. Since Aelin had already learned his weak spots, it was only fair he learned hers. She moved them until she was straddling his thighs, grabbed a fistful of his hair and made him look into her eyes. Rowan looked completely captivated. Good enough to lead his mouth to her neck. By the time he was lavishing her collarbone, Aelin had started to move her hips against his, deepening the frenzy they were in. When she took his shirt off, she… stopped.

Sensing her hesitation, Rowan gazed at her and his eyes looked understanding. They were both drunk. This wasn’t a ‘now or never’ kind of situation, Aelin was almost certain she would still see a lot of Rowan. Soon. Besides, the little time she had before sunrise wasn’t enough to do all the things she wanted to do to him. Whatever was brewing between them, she had a feeling both of them thought it was going to be great. So she would take her time.

He kissed her forehead. The tip of her nose. Both of her cheekbones. Her chin. And then a peck on her lips. Another few ones. Until he started kissing her again for real, but this time it wasn’t essentially steamy. They were more on the soft side, and Aelin didn’t know which one she preferred. She was feeling hot as well before, but the main feeling she got now was affection. At that moment she was hit by the realization that she had never felt that much cherished by a lover before, and it felt incredible. Her connection with Rowan felt incredible. Even though they hadn’t paid attention to each other until twelve-ish hours ago.

There was some noise from the little movement on the streets, but nothing enough to burst the little bubble they created for themselves. They kissed and talked and laughed until the moonlight that gleamed on them was slowly replaced by the sunlight that was now painting their skins.

“Will you get mad if I tell you I’m actually glad I smashed your car?” Aelin was smiling as if she didn’t know she could get a law suit from this crash.

“No. In fact, I’d be offended if you were sorry at this point.” A brief kiss. “So, I don’t know when I’m getting back from my parents’s because I’m depending on Enda, but maybe I can see you tomorrow?” It was cute how hopeful he sounded.

“Weren’t you supposed to wait three days to text?”

His eyebrows rose dangerously close to his hairline. “You want me to wait three full days? That sounds like a terrible waste of time.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Just kidding. Tomorrow is actually a slow day for me, text me when you’re free so we can figure something out.” She appeased him while saving her number on his phone. To her credit, he looked truly pleased now.

“Good. May I also send you a date suggestion? If it’s completely shit, you can make me wait three days.”

She kissed him for the last time that day.

“Tell me tomorrow.”

#rowaelin #aelin galathynius #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan whitethorn #throne of glass fanfiction #rowan x aelin #throne of glass #aelin x rowan #my writing

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Hi Gina... I need to rant 😠 lmfao

As a life-long Chiefs fan and KC native all I can say is this T*ylor shit is fucking annoying. I know you talk to a LOT of people in the fandom, so you may not remember, but I'm a fellow Sw*ftie hater (maybe that's too harsh but idgaf) and I didn't think it was possible to get more annoyed with this woman than I've been since I stopped being a fan in 2018. Boy, was I WRONG. I'm a die-hard Chiefs fan. I loved my team even when we sucked and couldn't make it to the playoffs (before Patrick Mahomes), so to see EVERYONE make the game on Sunday about her is beyond frustrating. People (Sw*fties) are seriously saying she's the only reason we won. Like we haven't won multiple AFC championships and two Super Bowls in the past three years. Maybe I'm just taking it too seriously, but when our boys played a kick ass game on Sunday after such a shitty season opener (that we lost), it was so nice to see that we're getting our mojo back but I literally can't look at any post, tweet, article, tv segment, etc that doesn't make the game about her.

God, please don't let her be around for the rest of the season 🙏🏻

Also, I'm not saying they're not hooking up, but this is 100% for PR. I've personally never seen them pan to a celebrity so many times during the game. I've never seen "candid" photos of Travis Kelce, Patrick Mahomes, or any of the other popular Chiefs' players leaving Arrowhead Stadium after a game like we just got with Travis & T*ylor, or "candid" photos & videos of any of the popular players driving through the city, which is so sus. And then what really sealed the deal for me was that T*ylor announced earlier today that her concert film will be shown internationally. She was also named as an entertainer of the year for entertainment weekly and is on the cover. Not to mention, she has a new re-recording coming out in a month and continues to announce new versions of the 1989 re-recording. "Someone" must not be happy enough that she's already broke records with the Speak Now sales, is selling the most number of albums overall, but she must be aiming to break those Speak Now records with the 1989 re-recording sales bc she's releasing new versions quite often. I mean, how greedy can one person be. Like you haven't sold enough albums? You don't have enough publicity? You don't have enough money? It's just gross to me.

Also, I personally just found her reactions over the top for someone who isn't even a fan, especially whatever that head shake thing is at the end. But maybe that's just because I find everything she does annoying and cringe.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxmAHqjrACL/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Plus, the stats around Travis and the Chiefs have skyrocketed. So they're absolutely getting a lot out of this as well as the NFL like someone mentioned earlier.

I'll attach an article but here are some numbers:

Travis' jersey sales went up almost 400%

Stubhub ticket sales for Chiefs' home games increased threefold in just 24 hrs

Travis gained 325k new ig followers - more than he gained after winning the last Super Bowl

Sunday's Chiefs' game was the most watched NFL game on any network last week

It was also the most watched game among girls and women 12 to 49 yrs old

https://www.axios.com/2023/09/26/taylor-swift-travis-kelce-merch-sales-up-chiefs-kansas-city

And yes, I know I know a lot about her for someone who doesn't like her. But she's inescapable even when I have muted everything related to her... And now she's taking over my everything related to my favorite football team and my city 🤢 Where's Pete Davidson when you need him? 😂

Ok, sorry for that rant. I know I probably sound ridiculous, but I prefer my life T*ylor free just like I prefer my life Ol*via free, and I thought you might understand 😂 Anyways, feel free not to post if you don't want to discuss her anymore.

I hope you're having a good night, Gina. Lots of love.

She really is a horrendous actress. Everything she did at that game was so embarrassingly fake. But clearly people want to believe it because it’s everywhere.

That’s bananas how much his stats already went up and just shows why it’s worth it to do this kind of nonsense, even to someone who’s already really famous.

I’m not interested in football at all, but I’m so sorry she’s contaminating your safe space. 😩

#swiftie #pr and marketing #stunts

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And We'll Keep Marching On Chapter 8 - Four Walls, Two Turtles

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Raph knew he’d made the right call.

Even if Casey and Donnie disagreed, Raph was finally confident in one decision while acting as leader.

Because, as much as he trusted Donnie, knew that he’d do what he could to make sure Leo healed, they were ridiculously under-prepared to handle this situation.

They had no Lair, no Sensei, the only place they could get supplies was a small town an hour's drive away and winter was looming right at their shells, which would make getting into town even harder.

So, yeah, when he realized that Raven could get them more than enough resources to help Leo and possibly help them get the Kraang out of New York? He hadn’t needed to think long about it.

He watched quietly as everyone slowly filtered out, likely going back to their normal activities, or in Mikey’s case, telling Raven to contact her people. Until it was just Raph and Leo left.

Well, Raph, Leo, and a very upset-looking Casey.

Raph assumed that he’d either say what he wanted or would leave at some point. But minutes ticked by and Casey stood there, leaning against the wall and glaring at the floor, leg bouncing in an erratic rhythm.

And even though Raph hadn’t had the energy to jump to anger as quickly as he normally did, the repetitive thump, thump, thump, of Casey’s heel on the floor was starting to grate on his nerves.

But he couldn’t snap. Leo might flip out again if he got worked up.

So he breathed deep, mentally grabbing onto every lesson that Master Splinter taught him about controlling his anger, and looked at Casey, “What?”

“I’m just hangin’,” Casey muttered. “What, we can’t just hang anymore?”

Inhale, hold, exhale, “Look, I don’t know what your problem is but you got outvoted. Quit throwing a fit over it.”

“Excuse me?” Casey hissed, stomping across the room to grab the bed’s footboard.

Raph breathed deeply, “Yeah, you’re having a tantrum and we can’t deal with that right now, okay? So could you quit it?”

“Hey, just cause you think you’re some big shot leader right now doesn’t mean you can boss me around!” Casey snapped. “Casey Jones does what he wants.”

Breath. “Well ‘Casey Jones’ is gonna jeopardize our best chance of helping Leo if he keeps trying to piss off the space soldier!”

“Seriously?” Casey's voice started to rise. “You’ve been hiding in her for two weeks and suddenly decided ‘oh, yeah, let’s call more aliens and tell them exactly where we are’, great plan Mr. Boss.”

“Yeah, I’m the boss,” Raph snapped, anger starting the roil. “Because our normal boss can’t stay awake longer than a minute and doesn’t understand English and can’t fucking walk. If calling some aliens who can actually do something to help him is what I gotta do, I’m gonna do it.”

“We don’t need help,” Casey argued back. “Donnie has everything covered! He built this thing-” Casey’s hand moved, reaching toward Leo’s brace.

And Raph wasn’t fully sure what came over him for the next few moments. All he saw was the hand reaching for Leo, going for where he was currently weakest, and there was so much anger boiling just under his skin-

Leo let out a squeak as Raph pulled him closer to his chest, practically folding himself in half to cover as much of Leo with his body as possible. His second eyelid slid down, lips pulled back to show all his teeth and a loud, rumbling snarl filled the room.

Casey reeled back, eyes going wide when Raph growled at him.

The pure shock on his face snapped Raph back and, to his horror, he realised what he’d just done. But, even as his eyes went back to green, he couldn’t seem to unfold himself from over Leo. Or unclench the vice that seemed to be around his throat to apologize.

So the pair sat in a silent stalemate, staring at each other.

It was broken by Casey huffing, throwing his hands up and backing towards the door. Raph listened as his shoes stomped down the hall, the uncomfortable feeling in his gut building more with each angry thump.

“Damnit.”

Under him, Leo let out a breathy, questioning chirp.

That finally made Raph’s muscles unclench. He sat back, hissing, “Damnit, Leo- Sorry, I- God, I’m messing up already. I’m sorry, it’s okay.” He let out a string of chirps, a few trills worming in here and there.

Leo blinked up at him and Raph took small comfort in the fact that he seemed to actually be focusing.

Even if he still seemed to be having trouble staying awake, since he blinked up at Raph a few times before his eyes fell shut and stayed shut.

Raph sighed through his nose, curling back down over Leo.

He was making the right call. As far as he could tell, Raven was at least a decent person. She’d known how to help Leo when he woke up, had helped make sure he didn’t hurt himself more. Hell, even before that, she’d been keeping Mikey very well entertained and distracted from…from the whole situation.

But…it was Casey. Raph didn’t necessarily hold it against him but…Casey had a tendency to pick his stance and stick with it. Sure, it wasn’t like he never changed his mind on stuff but it usually took a lot to get him to.

And, for whatever reason, Raven had been firmly placed on the list of people that Casey Jones didn’t like. Which meant now he was mad at Raph for asking her for help.

His best friend was mad at him for making the best possible call and it made something in Raph twist over itself painfully.

Maybe Donnie too. For whatever stupid reason that lead to him not agreeing to get reinforcements.

How often did Leo feel like this? Confident in his voice but upset when others hated him for it.

…how often had made Leo feel like that?

Raph sighed again and rested his cheek on Leo’s shell, “How’d you do this all the time and not go crazy?”

Leo just breathed under him, oblivious to the world once again.

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Raph wasn’t sure how long he sat there…or when he fell asleep.

But he was startled awake when someone knocked on the door.

He blinked, forcing his eyes to focus quickly as he sat up-

And ow, okay, he probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep folded over Leo’s shell. His entire spine was stiff and popped unpleasantly when he tried to jerk upright. He winced as his neck cracked loudly but managed to fully sit himself upright to greet whoever had knocked, “What?”

The door opened, just enough for Raph to see Raven standing on the other side, Scrap perched on her shoulder as usual.

“Permission to enter sir?”

Oh, yeah, okay, not a fan of the formality, “Don’t…don’t use ‘sir’, dude. It’s weird.”

Raven started to speak, stopped, frowned, then cleared her throat, “Raphael.”

“Just Raph is fine,” He sighed, popping one last crick in his neck. “So did you, erm, call your team?”

Raven hesitated again, slowly entering the room and stopping at the foot of the bed, hands folding behind her back. Raph couldn’t help but think she looked a lot like Leo when he went over missions with Master Splinter.

But he didn’t like the hesitation.

“I…figured that a direct line of contact would be preferable,” Raven started slowly. “So I borrowed Mikey’s com- T-phone, to try and hail the Paragon directly.”

Raph frowned, “Don’t you have a direct line.”

Raven shook her head, “I…will not deny that I should have debriefed you before setting up the beacon. I no longer have my communicator, it was taken when I was captured. Scrap, of course, has his distress beacon but that only sends a ping. I attempted to use Mikey’s T-Phone to contact the ship and get an ETA for you.”

Raph’s frown deepened, “But since you’re not leading with an ETA…”

“...my attempt did not work,” Raven said. “My best guess as to why is because the range of the T-Phone doesn’t reach far enough to connect to the Paragon, even with help from the beacon and satellite.”

Raph's shoulders went tense, fearing their chance to get Leo help had gone up in smoke, “Did you ask Donnie about that? He’s the tech wiz on this team.”

“I did ask Mikey to get him,” Raven tipped her head towards the hallway. “But, currently, he’s sitting on Donatello to make him get some sleep. And considering that he’s been sleeping in the barn, I thought it best to wait and touch base with him after…and I don’t think Mikey’ll let him up.”

Raph blinked. He…hadn’t known Donnie hadn’t been sleeping in the house, “How do you know that?”

“I don’t require as many hours of sleep as the average human,” She explained. “While I do seem to need more than I used to, I still find myself keeping odd hours. And I often see Donatello working when everyone else is asleep.”

Scrap beeped, head bobbing up and down.

And Raph felt like kicking himself. Because of course Donnie hadn’t been sleeping, Raph had heard him rambling on about all the stuff he wanted to get done before it started snowing bad and he’d…he’d said okay, because he figured Donnie was smart enough to know how to pace himself.

But it was Donnie, king of forgetting to check a clock when his focus zeroed in on his projects. He was such an idiot.

But he had to figure this thing out with Raven so he shoved down the ugly cloud trying to haze his mind and focused on her, “So, what have you been able to do?”

His voice came out harsher than he meant, but Raven didn’t show any sign that she’d caught the tone.

Instead, she pointed to Scrap, “All droid units come with homing beacons. I removed Scraps and hooked it up to the satellite to boost the signal as much as possible. It's a one-way connection so I don’t have a way to get an ETA from the Paragon, but it only sends a signal on the frequencies my battalion uses, so we won’t be getting any unexpected visitors responding to it.”

Raph looked down at Leo, eyes narrowing, “So…we just gotta wait and hope they show up soon.”

“They will,” Raven bit out, sounding almost indignant before catching herself. “They will come. I don’t know about how soon but we don’t leave our people behind.”

Right. Right, Raven was the one calling. Raph doubted the ‘General’ of this army would leave one of their higher officers stranded.

Unless they were like the Kraang…or the Foot.

“...and when Donnie’s gotten some sleep, you’re gonna try and get some idea of when they’ll get here?”

Raven nodded, “That is the current plan.”

“Right, great, that’s-” Raph cleared his throat. “You sure that beacon thing is reaching them?”

“As long as they are in the system, they’ll get a ping,” Raven replied. “And there isn’t much reason for them to leave the system.”

“Right, right,” Raph nodded. It wasn’t the most ideal thing but…help was coming, that was something. “Thanks for…ya know, helping us out.”

“General Ader would be very disappointed in me if I didn’t,” Raven stated. “And…you all seem like you could use the help.”

Raph huffed, “That obvious?”

Raven went quiet again for a few moments, “Permission to speak freely?”

Raph huffed again, shaking his head, “You do know this isn’t a military team, right?”

“There is a clear chain of command and I would like to respect it,” Raven circled around the bed until she was standing next to Raph. Her shoulders dropped a little, arms relaxing at her sides. “But I can also tell you’re all shinies when it comes to conflicts like this and you’re all scrabbling to recover from a very heavy hit.”

“Shinies?” Raph raised an eyeridge.

“Shinies,” Raven said. “Every battalion has their own colors but, when we come out of Kamino, our armor is white, unblemished, unpainted, shiny and new. And shines only get their paint after their first battle.”

“...then we’re definitely not shinies,” Raph rolled his eyes. “We’ve been fighting the Kraang for almost a year.”

Raven nodded, “Hm, you got me there. But that isn’t what I wanted to say.” She crouched, just enough to be at eye level with Raph. “In my option as a lieutenant? You need to leave this room.”

Raph jerked at the statement, arm tightening unconsciously around Leo, “Excuse me?”

“You have only left here to use the so- washroom, twice a day. Now, if there’s one thing I know it’s how a team responds to their leader. And right now, your unit is splintering and they need a leader.”

“I am leading,” Raph ground out.

“No, you're giving orders from inside a barrack. And I get, I’ve been where you are, waiting for someone I care about to pull through after they’ve been hurt but, the fact is, your unit needs a commander,” a finger jabbed towards Raph. “And you can’t command them if you don’t even see what they’re doing for the majority of the day.”

“I’m not leaving Leo alone,” Raph snapped back. “This isn’t your ‘team’, we do things differently.”

“Your way won’t work in the long run,” Raven argued back. “Look…I don’t want to tell you how to lead, technically you outrank me. But right now, you all need to band together and, from where I’m standing? Everyone is upset and scared and they don’t know what to do. Because both of their leaders are locked away in a barrack and you only talk with them when they’re in here.”

Raph wanted to bare his teeth. Wanted to snap and snarl and yell at her that he didn’t need advice on how to lead everyone through this and that it didn’t matter how bad he did because Leo would take over once he was better.

But he bit the inside of his cheek instead, forced all the anger down. Not because he agreed but because…there was a risk. His anger had messed things up for them enough time for him to see the possibility of Raven withdrawing her offer to help Leo.

So they sat in silence, Raph quietly seething and Raven leveling him with a flat look.

It was Scrap who broke the quiet. Jumping from Raven’s shoulder to the bed with a beep and bobbing at Raph.

“He wants to get the scan for today,” Raven explained.

Right, even if Donnie was sleeping he’d want that. And their impromptu meeting during the morning had thrown all the routines out of wack.

And least, Raph thinks it had…

He leaned back from Leo as the realization dawned that he didn’t really know what everyone did for their routine. He knew what Mikey was up to most of the time, he literally gave Leo a play-by-play every evening and, by proxy, Raph. And Donnie would mention things he was planning to do but…Raph just nodded and told him to do what he needed to.

Damnit, he was completely failing at leading. Again.

Scrap chirped happily when his scan was done, turning to Raven and projecting the image towards her. Raph frowned at it, trying to see if anything had changed each time Scrap projected his results, trying to pick out how much red disappeared with each scan.

He hadn’t seen much of a difference between each one.

Raven held out an arm for Scrap, which he happily used to reclaim his perch. She looked back to Raph, head tilting slightly.

He narrowed his eyes back, expecting her to leave.

Instead, she spoke, “Scrap, can you do a side-by-side of Leonardo’s first and latest scans?”

The bot beeped, leaning out and lighting up the bed again with the little blue holograms. Raph blinked at them, leaning forward as much as Leo’s body would allow to peer at the scans.

There wasn’t a dramatic change, it had only been a little under two weeks. But some of the red had certainly disappeared. It wasn’t as concentrated around his head as it was on day one. A lot of the smaller blemishes had disappeared from his limbs…the bad knee didn’t look much different but everything else…

“He’s healing,” Raven said. “Slowly and he definitely could benefit from a medic looking him over…but he’s healing.”

Raph frowned, “But he still…he’s still acting feral.”

“Yup,” Raven agreed. “But that’s getting better too.”

“Thought the tin-can couldn’t tell if he had brain damage.”

“No, he can’t. But Leonardo’s awake and not growling at me.”

Raph blinked. Then snapped his gaze down.

And sure enough, Leo’s eyes were open, watching Raven. But, unlike almost every other time Leo woke up and would growl at anyone not turtle-shaped, he was quiet, just watching.

“Leo?” Raph breathed out the name.

And maybe it was just his voice but Raph felt something in him soar when Leo rolled his head to stare up at him.

Raph breathed out shakily, “Hey Leo.”

Leo let out a small, confused chirp.

Right, English was still off the table.

Raph glanced up when Raven started walking away. She paused at the door, looking back over her shoulder, “A leader isn’t meant to take on everything. They are meant to put everyone in the right spot at the right time.”

“Come again?” Raph asked.

“It means you’re not alone Raph,” Raven replied. “It means that you can ask Mikey or Donatello to sit with Leonardo sometimes. It means your place isn’t just in here. Just something to think on.”

And she was gone before Raph could press, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

Raph sighed, looking back towards Leo… whose attention was now fully captivated by the glass of water on the nightstand.

“You thirsty bro?” Raph asked, even as he reached for the cup.

Leo made a happy little trill when the glass was picked up, one hand moving stiffly towards it, fingers shaking.

“Yeah, not yet Fearless,” Raph muttered, using his free arm to pull Leo into a partially upright position. “I got’cha.”

Leo definitely didn’t get a word Raph had said, his eyes very firmly fixed on the water cup and his shaking hand still moving to grab it. Raph let him, Leo’s frail fingers overlapping his own as he carefully tipped the water into Leo’s mouth.

He sucked it down greedily, like he did every time they gave him water. Like he was worried it would be the last time he’d get any.

Donnie hadn’t said anything about it, but it worried Raph a little. Leo was already in pain and weakened, he didn’t want his brother worrying about where his food and water were coming from on top of that.

But Raph didn’t really know how to convey that with the turtle sounds and English…still seemed to be escaping Leo.

So Raph watched, slacking off the flow of water whenever Leo started to drink too fast and risk choking himself.

It was not a fun thing, seeing Leo like this.

It was partly why he’d taken complete responsibility for looking after him.

Because he wouldn’t wish this on Donnie or Mikey, having to see Leo at his lowest for hours at a time. Sure, they both had seen bits, when they came in to check on Leo, at night when Mikey would slip in and occasionally Donnie would rouse Raph with an appearance.

But this? Having to prop Leo up and hold a glass of water for him because his hands were shaking too much to hold it himself? The random moments when Leo would startle awake and hiss at nothing? Talking to him and just getting a blank look in return?

He couldn’t put this on Donnie or Mikey, they’d been through enough.

But…now that he thought on it…Donnie coming in at night was getting rarer, especially after he moved his ‘lab’ into the barn. And Casey popped in sometimes but, with each visit, he seemed more and more angry. And April…April didn’t visit much but apparently, she’d been trying to get into Raven’s head since that first day.

Mikey was really the only one he could confidently say that he knew what he was up to day by day…and that was only because of his nightly recaps.

“What would you do?” Raph asked quietly, watching the water level in the glass go down. “If we swapped places, what would you be doing?”

Leo didn’t reply. He was trying to tip the glass more, palm weakly pushing in an attempt to make the water flow faster.

Raph gave a low growl. Leo growled back but he stopped trying to push the glass, letting Raph control the flow.

And Raph wanted to snap at that because Leo didn’t just…give up. Not with Raph.

It was their thing, to push each other, neither willing to give any ground regardless of who was right.

And how many of those fights had hurt Leo, a tiny voice hissed in Raph’s head. How many put Leo in the same place Raph was at? Floundering and trying to keep everyone safe, even if it was putting strain on his relationships with them?.

How strained was his relationship with Leo at this point?

Raph sighed, pulling the now empty glass away and plunking it back on the side table. Leo whined at the loss, eyes following the cup before looking almost pleadingly up at Raph.

Leo made a sad trilling sound.

Raph answered with a comforting rumble.

Maybe he could…give things a few more days. Raven had a point when she said Leo hadn’t growled at her. He tended to react to the humans of the house with hostility until Raph reassured him that they were safe.

But he’d been awake and hadn’t hissed at Raven, only watched. Maybe it meant he was used to her…or he was remembering that it wasn’t just him and his brothers anymore.

Raph wasn’t sure which it was but if that progress kept up…maybe Leo would be conscious enough to talk to them soon.

Then they could set up a rotation and Raph could work on settling things between everyone.

He shifted around until Leo was resting against his chest, head cradled in the dip of his shoulder. Leo chirped, pressing his beak into the crook of Raph’s neck, body going lax once again.

“Almost ten minutes that time,” Raph murmured. “That’s…that’s good.”

Leo chirped again. Raph felt him shift, felt Leo moving his arms until they were settled around Raph’s neck in a very loose approximation of a hug.

Raph carefully squeezed back with a churr.

Maybe things were a little different for Raven’s team but…Raph had heard some of the things Master Splinter had taught Leo. A leader shoulders burdens no matter how heavy they were. If Leo did it for almost a year, Raph could handle it for…for however long it took for Leo to unscramble his brain.

Or whenever Raven’s guys showed up.

Raph breathed in a heavy sigh and slid down on the bed.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #lone hunter and turtle #tmnt au #fanfic #oc #star wars

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okay, i breathed.

holy shit kami.

first of all, “a tinge of angst” is a MAJOR understatement. my heart was pounding, my head was reeling, and my knuckles were turning white from gripping my phone. YOU KILL ME, KAMI.

i always understood the Gojo delulu, but holy shit. i’m sure this isn’t the last time we’ll run into him, but the way that last kiss felt so permanent made my heart shatter. THIS MOTHERFUCKER SAID HE’D THINK ABOUT KIDNAPPING THE READER and you have the audacity to write him so well that i was okay with it for a brief moment so long as it meant that we’d still have him around 😭😭

that Sukuna passage was ominous from beginning to end 🥹 something is coming and i know i’m not ready for it. just talking to him gave me major anxiety again. it was like a reminder that while the list is over, the consequences of that list are still revealing itself. i’m overanalyzing that whole passage to see what it could be foreshadowing to. i have a few ideas, but every one of them is making me go crazy. oh my fucking god. while the Sukuna scenes have been so great, considering his relation to Choso i’m slightly going insane from the possibility (guarantee?) that Choso will find out about this. UGHHHHHHH

speaking of Choso… that motherfucker. Kami i don’t know if i mentioned it before, but i wasn’t a Choso girly before your fic came along. i never even watched JJK. to me, this is my JJK LMAO. but the amount of parallels from what the reader is currently experiencing with Choso with what Choso is now making the reader go through is karma not giving our girl a break 😭😭 if this ends up with Choso pulling a “there’s someone else” i think i’m going to bite off a piece of drywall 😭😭😭😭😭 CHOSO I’M ROOTING FOR YOU!! WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU!!!!

also you’re revealing red flags in me that i never realized before bc why was i jealous over Choso’s interaction with Yuki 🥲 it makes no sense bc like… Yuki is so fine. i’d usually be like “FORGET CHOSO, I WANT HER” (i’m still kinda like that hehe) but the fact that they’re hanging out makes me civisjndjdjcjdnfbdbvbennfjenf AAAAAA. like yeah, he has a point when he mentions how he’s not tied down in a relationship, but holy shit. Choso feels like the reader’s karma that she lowkey doesn’t deserve since the situation has been out of her hands from the beginning 😭 KAMIIIIIIIIII

the cliffhanger. i’m about to rip out my hair. KAMI PLEEEAAAAASE WHO?????? A CRUMB OF A HINT. JUST A CRUMB. THAT WAY I CAN AT LEAST HAVE AN IDEA OF WHO I’M GOING TO GO IN A SPIRAL OVER FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS. the fucking possibilities 😭😭 the thing that would kill me considering the mention of the nightclub proximity my brain was immediately like “oh god, Nanami???” but i was also like “hold on… Naoya…” but then i remembered that the reader met Naoya at a bar and not a nightclub (and he doesn’t seem like the type to be at a café 😭). KAMI YOU’RE DRIVING ME INSANE AND YOU HAVE ME JUMPIN TO ALL SORTS OF THEORIES AAAAAAAAA

- ☃️

Gotta be one of my fav anons fr, I seriously love these long rants sm😩😩

ALRIGHT LETS UNPACK

Hi my name is Kami & welcome to my podcast😉

Lol jkjk, honestly I didnt think the angst was tht bad?😭 There were no tearssss but I SUPPOSE I’ll change the warning😔

Guys Sukuna’s just a silly lil guy, I gotta include everyone again SOMEHOW before the story ends y’know😹

As for the Choso & Yuki situation…

ANYWAYS !!

Guys I promise the person tht she sees isn’t tht bad💀 well, it can be but uhhhhhh yeah lemme shut ip before I spoil everything😭

Like ik the cliffhanger is spooky bc like… it’s me writing it BUT BUT it’s nothing y’all needa worry abt fr

TRUST ME !! Do NOT trust me

#kamiversee!answers

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where deserts meet oceans | part 3.

Summary: (Y/N) is Uma’s sister and dating Jay. When he leaves for Auradon, (Y/N) wonders if she’ll ever see her Prince Charming again, and if he was really worth it in the first place?

Pairing: Jay x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“They wouldn’t leave you here would they?” You asked Ben, who was still tied to the flagpole.

It was only twenty minutes till noon and there was no sign of Mal and her friends anywhere. You and Uma looked at each other nervously, if they didn’t come back then her plan was all for nothing.

“They’ll be here, I promise.”

“Harry! Watch him for us,” Uma called out to her first mate.

Harry took over and you and Uma walked to the edge of the ship. Even though it was permanently docked, it still rolled with the waves. You watched a few sharks circle the bottom of the boat.

“First thing you’ll do when we get to Auradon?” Uma asked looking towards the pretty kingdom.

“Have a serious talk with Jay and then eat some ice cream. You?”

“Tag along with you for ice cream.” She laughed making you do the same. “No, but seriously, first thing? Pull a Mal.”

“Pull a Mal?”

“Use our magic for Auradon kids. Get enough money, come back and help build up the Isle.”

“You think they’ll try to fight us when we open the barrier?”

“Oh, one hundred percent. We’re so screwed if we don’t get this right.”

You glanced over at your sister. “Maybe… let me do the talking when it comes time to return the wand.”

“Was already planning on it.”

You two both looked out at Auradon, simultaneously grabbing your shell necklaces. Auradon seemed like a dream away. Now it was actually here.

“UMA!” You heard a voice that sounded like Mal.

They were here. You and Uma looked at each other. You gave each other hugs before she patted your butt twice to end the hug.

“Let’s do this.” Your sister’s sweet demeanor was replaced with something that was both wicked and determined as she turned to face Mal.

“Welcome! Welcome! We were worried about you being late. Let’s get this party started…”

You weren’t focused on Mal and Uma, you knew your sister had it handled. You eyes were on Jay who stood on the deck across from you.

“Ben’s okay,” you mouthed to him. “We just want to help the Isle.”

Jay nodded. You weren’t sure if he understood the second half but you knew he understood when you said Ben was fine.

“I trust you,” Jay mouthed back.

You smiled until Jay’s face changed. He walked over to Mal and grabbed her arm to attempt to pull her back. You looked over and saw why, she was all up in your sister’s face. You and Harry both moved to stand behind Uma. One thing that wasn’t going to happen was Mal trying to intimidate your big sister. But Uma wasn’t the least bit afraid of Mal.

“So that’s the big speech, huh?” She turned her head to look at you and smiled.

“An empty ultimatum?” You asked Mal.

“Make one wrong move and I’ll debilitate him.”

Harry stepped from around you and Uma and got up in Mal’s face, pointing at her with the hook. Count on Harry to really help drive home a threat. You didn’t know about Mal but you knew that Uma’s ultimatum was empty. No matter how much you pushed Ben towards the end of the plank, none of you were actually going to let him fall. Well, Harry might, but the rest of you wouldn’t.

“Harry, we get it.” Uma reeled her boyfriend back.

“Chill.” You patted him on the shoulder as he went back to Ben on the plank.

The VKs weren’t giving up that wand for anything. If it was up to you to save a king of a country, the wand would have been given up in three seconds.

“Hey! We don’t have to choose…”

Ben called over drawing everyone’s attention. “Uma, I promise I’ll give you your chance. You’ll have your say.”

“You’re going to give me a chance?!”

You hit your forehead with your hand. Ben should’ve kept his mouth shut. One thing your sister didn’t like, being given a chance at anything. Being pitied. Last time that happened she was given a chance to join a gang and ended with a bucket of rotten shrimp on her head. The smell took weeks to get out her braids. You should know, you helped her try to get it out. Uma and higher authority didn’t have the best track record. After that day, she realized she could only really count on herself and her crew.

You watched as Mal handed over the wand. You untied Ben’s ropes and let him go. Uma smiled at you, she did it. You couldn’t be more proud of your sister. She went to take down the barrier. Nothing. Uma looked at the wand. You grabbed it and cracked it over your knee. It broke like it was nothing. The wand was a fake, you don’t know how they did it but the wand was fake.

“Pirates!” Uma yelled out.

This was what had you nervous. Fighting. Harry and Uma taught you, after them you were the best. But you struggled to hype yourself for a fight of any kind. It took you ten minutes to prepare for a sparring match. You unsheathed your sword and got to work.

Lonnie escaped your clutches and you were face to face with Jay.

“I’m not going to fight you, (Y/N).”

You just looked at him.

“Would you actually hurt me, babe?”

“For my sister?” You held up the sword to Jay’s neck, he didn’t even blink. “Without question.”

“Ok,” he whispered.

Jay stood perfectly still. He knew this would happen. The bond you and Uma shared ruled over anyone. If you believed in her, you believed in her all the way. He dropped his sword and held up both his hands.

“I meant what I said. About you coming to Auradon.”

Before you could say anything to him, Uma put a hand on your shoulder. “They got away.”

You looked around and saw Harry and some of the crew running off the boat to go chase after them. They weren’t far ahead, as long as they didn’t have anything up their sleeve Harry and the others could catch them.

Uma looked down at Jay who was at the other end of your sword.

“Go with him.”

Her words made your sword falter a little. “What?”

Uma gently lowered your weapon. “You want to. Go with him.”

“We haven’t accomplished…”

“I’ll find a way.”

“The Isle’s my home.”

“Home is where your heart is.”

“My heart is with you.”

“I’m your sister, it always will be. But…” Uma looked at Jay. “Your heart is also with him.”

“Uma…”

“Go. Go be with him. I’ll find a way. Maybe you can find a way to help the Isle if you’re over there.”

“The crew is my family.”

“We won’t stop being your family. Go. You’re supposed to be with him. And, you were a lousy pirate anyway.”

Your sister made you laugh. You hugged her tightly before going over to Jay.

“Thank you, Uma.” For the first time ever, Jay called her by her real name. “We need to go, (Y/N).”

You started running with Jay one way, Uma started going the other to catch up with her crew. You stopped and turned.

“Sis!”

Your sister stopped and looked at you.

“What’s your name?”

She gave you a Cheshire Cat-like smile before nodding and running off.

Jay ushered you into the limo and then went around into the driver’s area. You never really hung out with Mal’s gang and now being in the back seat with a bunch of them was slightly uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry things didn’t go the way you planned,” Ben said to Mal.

“I mean as long as you are safe…”

“At least we got to see the Isle,” Ben said, staring out the window. “They’re my people too. We still aren’t doing enough, Uma helped me see that.”

“She tried to kidnap you, Ben.”

You looked at Mal fiercely. “Say something bad about my sister. I dare you.”

“She’s an angry girl with a bad plan. You can’t fault her for that. I can’t blame them,” Ben reasoned.

He could see it when he talked to you and Uma on the boat. When he saw how you two interacted and cared for not just the crew, but the Isle itself.

“Whatever,” Mal said rolling her eyes.

You looked past the two of them and out the rear window of the limo. You watched a dark blob move from behind a rock. The blob came into view and there you saw your sister. She slipped past the barrier when no one was watching. She smirked at you as she held up a book and swung her shell necklace around. She did it. You smiled and sunk back into the limo seats.

(Part 4)...

#jay x reader #jay descendants #descendants fic

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kedsandtubesocks · 10 months

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need you to give me an elevator pitch for narcos cause i need a new series to watch (please and thank you <3333)

HONEY?!?!! START NARCOS AND LETS TEXT/WATCH IT TOGETHER OH MY GOSHHHHHH!!!!??!!

okay okay I’m all seriousness now so let me give you my narcos pitch 🧐

I honestly at first didn’t wanna watch it cause I heard my awful ex loved it and out of principle I was like “FUCK THAt I’m not watching anything that asshole likes 🤬”

until I caved when I found Pedro was casted as the mandalorian LMAO and I was like fine fine…I’m doing it to see who this guy is..

And Nem…I haven’t regretted watching it since and now I love that it’s become my show just because of how much I adore it

It is gruesome and can get heavy with how much violence is shown so I I have to be upfront about that. But it’s such a great series that digs into what fine lines we can walk between being human and monster

I also appreciate that it flashes between the series and then actual news reels on the events taking place so it really does drive home the impact being done.

And of course…I have to discuss my main reason of why I watched it…

Pedro acts his damn ASS off in this series and looks so gorgeous the entire time! And it’s not just him, his partner Steve Murphy is a sweet but wild country handsome fella and then what surprises you is how deep you will get into seeing Pablo and the challenging humanity Wagner Moura puts into playing him is sublime!

It’s got a BANGING soundtrack, some funny moments, a lot of depth to think on, some AMAZING plot twist and keeps you on the edge of your seat and is just…a good series I always say everyone should maybe give a shot!

Heck my grandma even got into it LMAO

But okay I rambled again so…let’s watch narcos together yeah? 🥹🥺♥️💕

#NARCOS!! my SHOW!!!!#Nem let’s have a watch party if you do end up watching it omg im serious #also I love you the end 💝#Nemea’s tag 🌸✨#asks and such things 💌

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aestheticvoyage2023 · 1 year

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Day 48: Friday February 17, 2023 - “Photo Reel”

What my photo reel can say about how we navigated our day together:

7:08am - Stacking garages at sunrise. I may never sleep in ever again. 10:49am - Story time at the Library, shy in my lap. Taking in the scene. William starts school next week, so some good socialization should be useful. I told William that Libraries are where all the books come from. He obviously had no clue we were coming to Story time for little babies instead of nap today! 11:15am - William is caught reading “Where is the Pirate?” to another little boy with a stuffed rat. Biggest cat in the room once he figured it out. 11:54am - Holy shit, did you know Peacocks can jump?! 12:05pm - When we go to the zoo we work our way back to the Elephants, and apparently Noon is a really great time to be here, because at least today, Noon was feeding time and all the elephants were right up to the gate and what do they eat? Cucumbers. Check that out William! 12:15pm - After seeing the elephants, I get William out to run around and see if he’ll go hit the elephant butt. Today he came close - but did really enjoy watching the other little boys do it. He can point out every animal on the big donor mural back there! Even the Ostrich! 12:28pm - “Want to go see the bearded dragons today?” “YEAAAA!” 12:53pm. - Lunch time. Zoo Fries. Dippa Dippa. Ice. We both love this part of the day. 2:02pm - Somewhere during the hour long afternoon nap. Audrie asked me to try to stretch the morning out and only do one nap. I gave it my best shot! I kept him awake until 1:30 when we started to drive home. I pulled into Michaels Parking Lot as soon as he was out and took advantage of that time to get some work done, hotspotting into my email. Time is a premium. I look up into the mirror to see if he’s still asleep and saw the most precious little boy with his Uncle Louie and I thought he looked just about perfect. 3:43pm - Time outside laying on the grass playing with the ice cream truck, turned into a big whirling dervish Dog Wrestle where all three puppies practiced their best moves and defenses to see who would be king for the day, and in practiced fashion, Havarti wins. Because Havyvys is the King of every day here at The Finca. 4:33pm - Toot Toot. Time to go try to take a nap because this guy is asking for Thomas The Train.... or maybe he’s pretending to be an ice cream train. Hard to say but I look at this picture now at the end of the day and can literally hear him saying “toot toot” 7:20 - Butter Noodles are served with Potatoes/Ranch Dippa, and Cucumbers (like the elephants eat). It took some wild coaxing (I know that was a lot of french fries dude but that was literally six hours ago!). Even Mama couldnt coax him to eat over facetime. Finally I got serious. “What do you want to watch while you eat? Dora?” “HOCKEY!” Seriously? OK! I found the Spartans playing Wisconsin, and William clapped and said “Lets Go Blues” and ate his dinner. Sometimes something works and I have no clue why. Like what kind of cheat code was that?! 7:45pm - Play time in the great room to wind down and digest that food. Get your wiggles out running that truck transporter up and down the bench seat. That truck transporter is early front runner for toy of the year. 7:53 -”What are you playing with there buddy?” - “Mama on the airplane.” Now thats a heart melter. “Mama flying the airplane? While the pilot rides?” “Yea!” “Is that why it never leaves the ground?” “Yea!” 8:13pm - Tubby time. He really doesn’t like getting his hair washed. Really its the rinse that gets him. He’s taken to playing with the rinse bucket so that I can’t sneak up on him with it. This kid really loves his nightly tubby time though, especially since we add the blocks to make a boat out of for Ernie and Cookie, and bubbles that smell so nice. Its a great positive kickoff to bedtime routine and I am so glad he enjoys it and its not a fight. I suppose we can thank mama and all those early bath times for that! Writing about it now reminds me of how funny he was when we’d lift him up and out of the bath as a little baby. Such great memories. 9:14pm: 15 hours after it started, almost exaclty, the day was done. Sure I had to come back in and reassure him the standard few times, but I called it with a photo at 9:14. The bed time routine went fine. He didn’t want to get out of the tub, and so got shivery cold as he brushed his teeth and I held him tightly in front of the mirror. I moved him to the changing table where I combed his hair real nice with a part to the left (my favorite part of the routine), then lotioned him, added a diaper, and put on his lucky “No Wake Zone” pajamas - we might need these tonight after Mama had me take out the morning nap! Then we read 4 books (Heads, Goodnight Hockey, Love In The Wild, and First 100 Trucks), while he ate a Peach Squeezy yogurt, the only one he’ll take these days. He sucked it dry in about 2 minutes. I should time him one of these days, but its very efficient. I suppose all that practice with the nipple raised a superstar squeezy sucker. We put on the sleep sack, said goodnight to the dogs and everything else we passed along the way (elmo chair, monkey, baseball, hockey game on tv). He took some ibuprofen for his teeth, chased with some icewawa, looked at me and said “Bop” - Kenny Chesney, Nick Mulvey, Renee & Jermey, Sleep Sounds, Thunderstorm. Bop goes the weasel and finally on the third of fourth try I had him down to stay and I snuck out. Finally time for a break. Turned the salt lamp up, stole a pic - the best one of the day. The trophy prize - a happy healthy sleeping baby right on time at the end of a successful day where I planned my work and I work my plan. The picture, at 9:14pm, of successful Dad Day.

Song: Kid Cudi - Pursuit of Happiness

Quote: “Listen to me son, I’ll tell you why your father is strong; Because he can still say ever single day, he’s yearning to belong. Yearning to belong, Yearning to belong, My heart beats with a ceaseless longing of a yearning to belong In spite of myself, and all of these nursery songs My heart beats with a ceaseless, meets with a peaceless burning to belong”

~Nick Mulvey, CuCuRuCu

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Season 2 Deleted Scenes

2x01- They Started It

The Walker family are having dinner, all but Liam. Stella and August are asking questions about Marv Davidson. They both seem agitated, likely still reeling from the events at the school earlier in the episode. Abby confirms that she broke off her engagement to Marv 40 years ago and that he died. She explains that there was a fire in a barn that they had near the back road of the property and he didn’t survive.

Stella and August wonder why the Davidsons would return after everything that happened while the camera zooms in on Cordell as he stares at the tablecloth, lost in a memory.

We cut to a flashback. Young Cordell and Denise stand in the flaming barn, holding onto each other fearfully. Then we see the barn door. It’s locked, but someone’s hand is reaching inside. We see slender fingers, black with ash, curling around the edge of the door. Despite their ragged appearance, the nails appear manicured, like a woman’s hand.

We cut back to the present with Abby saying that there’s no need to dig up the past. Cordell’s phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pocket. Abby asks if it’s work. He says that it’s actually Geri, who is at the Side Step along with Liam. He says that he’s going to pick his brother up and thanks Abby for the meal before getting up from the table and leaving dinner.

2x06- Douglas Fir

Cordell and Liam leave Dan Miller’s temporary lodging. Cordell comments on how he’s a long way from Davidson ranch.

Liam steers the conversation in a different direction, bringing up the previous Christmas, when Cordell had been away on the undercover mission. He says he realized earlier that day that they didn’t talk about the holidays much the previous year and kept the christmas village train set in the attic. It didn’t feel right without Cordell. But they kept things normal otherwise, for the sake of the kids. Cordell says he knew Liam held everything together while he was gone and Liam reminds him that he had to.

Liam then says he’s glad Cordell is seeing things clearly, though his tone is less than appreciative. Cordell picks up on this attitude too and stops Liam to ask him what that meant.

Liam reminds Cordell of Boyd’s statement about Dan, his criminal history. Cordell says that of course he’s taking it seriously. It’s his job as a ranger. He’d like Dan to be innocent; the Davidsons have been through enough as it is. But Dan clearly has the means and experience to do so and he would’ve had access to the truck routes through Denise. “It’s Suspect 101.”

But there’s an extra piece, Liam reminds him. Dan’s motive. Dan killed Earl, one of Seranos’ men behind the hidden camera operation. Liam says that this armored truck robbery could’ve been Dan’s way of “paying back his debt” and getting out of hot water with the North Side Nation. Cordell agrees and starts walking again. They have a job to do.

2x11- Boundaries

Scene One:

Denise sits at the dinner table in the Davidson house. It’s daylight behind her. She checks to make sure she’s alone and then opens her laptop, where she has a video open. It’s footage from Seranos’ hidden cameras. Specifically, the moment when Cordell claims the barn fire was all his fault and Abby tries to assure him otherwise. Denise watches, confusion on her face.

Scene Two:

Cassie drives a very drunk Dan Miller home from the Side Step. Laying down in the backseat, Dan rambles about how his life is crumbling to pieces. He claims that Denise and Gale were the first people that ever felt like family. Then they adopted Colton and it was all “set in stone”. But now, it was all falling apart.

Cassie asks what his plan is: to drink until it all goes away or drink until he forgets he exists. Dan says that she talks more than other rangers; they normally stay quiet, likely afraid that he’ll snitch on them to his wife. Cassie cheekily reminds him that Denise will soon be his ex-wife.

He sits up, saying that she’s not being very nice. She then says that he still has a chance if he cleans himself up. Dan thinks for a moment and says that she’s right. And he’s gonna figure out a way to show Denise what she means to him. He then thanks Cassie for her help. She says that’s what she’s here for and Dan lays back down in the seat.

2x13- One Good Thing

We see someone setting a Ranger hat down on a desk. The camera zooms out and we see that it’s Cassie. She sits down and looks around the office, apprehension, amazement, and disbelief on her face.

She reaches into the desk drawer and pulls out a sketch drawing of Cordell. This was Micki’s old desk. Looking at it makes her emotional; she may recognize it as the work of her predecessor.

In the background, Captain Larry James sees her and smiles before walking over. He’s happy to see that she’s moved into her own desk. He asks if she thinks she can live up to it. She shakes her head. “Not even a little bit, sir.”

James assures her that he thinks she can do it, especially after everything he’s already witnessed from her. Then he walks away, leaving her to process her new position.

2x19- A Matter of Miles

Cassie and James stand in his office. It’s dark outside the window.

James is asking Cassie for her opinion on Miles. She knows him better than everyone but he thinks that Miles is guilty of something. Cassie assures him that, whatever Miles is hiding, he has a good reason for it. James agrees that’s a possibility but they need Miles to come clean, now. Cassie says that she can handle that. James asks if she’s sure she’s up for it and says it’s alright if she needs to step back. Cassie declines his offer and asks him about Cole.

James thinks that Cole is at least as guilty as Miles in whatever is happening and says he’ll handle it. He then tells Cassie to do what she has to do to get Miles to talk but to stay within the lines. There’s a beat of silence, then Cassie says that she will. Then she leaves the office.

2x20- Something’s Missing

Scene One:

It’s the last day of school at Sacred Hearts High and there’s much happiness between students and parents.

Stella and Colton stand beside her car. Colton has something on his mind and Stella waits for him to speak. Colton says that it’s amazing how far their relationship as come. Stella wishes the adults in their families could take a page out of their playbook. Colton comments that at least her family loves each other.

At Stella’s questioning glance, Colton elaborates. His family is miserable. He says that ever since they moved onto the ranch, it’s been nonstop fighting. Even after Dan won the race, things haven’t calmed down. It even seems that Denise resents him for doing so. Stella can’t believe it’s that bad. Colton says that the only thing his parents can seem to agree on is keeping the feud going between the families. Stella looks sympathetic and touches his arm in a comforting manner.

Scene Two:

The ranch is decorated for Stella’s graduation party. Abby is setting out the drink glasses for the picnic table on the back porch while August takes pictures. August tries to take a picture of Abby but she stops him by putting her hands in front of her face. “No, not me!” August laughs and says they’ll look great. She laughs with him.

Abby looks behind him and asks him to grab the large, empty, mason jar drink dispenser and bring it inside. He does, but not before taking a final look at the party and smiling. The camera pans to a banner that reads “Happy Graduation Stella!”

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