#the way Clea's eyebrows go up

[iwanty0uu]

thick girls are the best girls🤭

“𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑃𝑢𝑚 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟“~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · . ✧˚ · .

pt1…

Growing up as a thick girl was tiring, always worried about not being thin enough drew the excitement and happiness out of your youth. Your tummy was the biggest issue, always thought it was too big to wear tight clothing and bathing suits. On top of that, you felt like you never got the high school experience you dreamed of. Being the gifted girl came with burn out and a lot of pressure from teachers, family and yourself. Yea going to Colombia University was cool and all but you never got to relax, you were so academically intense. You never snuck out or went to parties, never went to a kickback and you felt that freedom was robbed from you. But your freshman year of college made you reflect and realize that you need to take your freedom back and do all of the things you never had the chance to experience in high school. Besides, being in college meant that it would be ten times more interesting that high school could ever be, right?Regardless of that, you were now nineteen, in your prime, and the baddest bitch Colombia had ever seen.

Walking into your physics class was at first easy, your tight tube top and leggings set hugged your curves and did your ass justice, gold bangles danced on your wrists ,while the gold necklaces that adorned your chest were swallowed by your cleavage, earrings sat pretty in your pierced ears, and your waist chains were secured on your lower hip. Your edges were laid as usual, eyebrows, lashes, and nails done all the way up, and you had your natural hair out which bounced when you walked. You felt good, better than you have felt for the past couple years and you knew you were gonna eat this year up. But anxiety settled in when all eyes shifted to you as you walked down the isle trying to find a good seat, purse strapped over your shoulder, phone in hand. But of course, you didn’t let it show. You fidgeted with your belly button ring scanning the room, when a hazel eyed boy caught your eye. In all honesty you caught his first. He was sitting in a cluster of people in the back of the auditorium, and you stared back. Not because you wanted too but his eyes were intoxicating.. you couldn’t help it. Whispers came from the cluster as they noticed their hazel eyed friend staring at you. “ouuuu connie got a girlfriend” a brown haired girl mumbled as she nudged him. She looked at you and waved “hey pretty.” Relief struck your body because of her friendliness which caused you to exhale, “thats all you my love” you said waving back.

~ “damn..she’s fine and nice?” connie thought while watching your movements like a hawk~

The curve in your waist made him go brain dead for about 5 minutes, your g-string rested perfectly on your waist and captivated him. As you realized where he was looking, the anxiety left your body, and you acknowledged that you had the upper hand in this situation. You already knew you looked good but this young man just boosted your ego and you knew you would cause chaos every day in that class as long as he was there. You decided to sit in front of him, holding eye contact all while walking to the back of the auditorium. Finally reaching the seat, his eyes shot to your back as you adjusted the leggings that made your ass move and pulled up your g-string that snapped onto your hips, making a slight curve between your skin and the piece of fabric. The mounds of your chest bounced as you sat in the seat due to the sudden movement, and you placed your purse behind your chair as you met eyes with the boy on purpose this time. You couldn’t help the smug grin that grew on your face seeing how captivated he was by your body.

His pink plump lips separated, revealing the gold diamond engraved grills in his mouth as he took his bottom lip in, bright pink tongue traveling across its surface made your clit jump getting lost in your own excitement . His face was shaved clean except for a small mustache hidden by his big lips, and a small diamond stud laid in his nose. His skin was clear, his eyebrows were thick and trimmed, two tear drops sat under his right eye, and his neck was almost filled up with tattoos. His head was shaved low, and the chalk on his hair line showed how fresh his neat cut was. The diamond earring in his ears made him look clean. The small but noticeable eye brow piercing fit perfectly on his face. As fine as he was, he looked like a player, the type of boy that likes to ruin girls’ relationships because he had the better dick and more money, but he couldn’t play with you like that.

A gold chain hung low on his red shirt and his bright eyes never left yours. “I like your tattoos” you said looking back up at him. “ Thank you beautiful, i like your cha-” the boy was interrupted with the sound of your professor clapping his hands together to get the classes’ attention. He kissed his teeth as you took out your note book and ignored the shuffling and sound of paper ripping behind you. “One second mama” he whispered to you, moving close , close enough to almost feel his breath on your neck. Minutes passed as you finished taking your first set of notes, and a crumpled piece of paper landed on your desk. You smirked looking behind you as the boy pretended to stretch looking the opposite direction, smiling.

You opened the note cheesing even harder. “My bad mama, that bald ass man interrupted me but i was gonna tell you how i like ya chains, you look better than everybody in here” damn this fucker was fine, you flipped the paper over and wrote back. “Not too much on Mr.Phelps he trying his best lolz but thank you boo <3” you folded the paper and handed it to him, minutes later, he threw the piece back and it read “My name is connie by the way” his number was under it and you ripped it off sliding it inbetween your breasts and wrote yours down. As soon as you put the paper on his desk class was over, so you quickly packed up your things and left.

“Wait- you didnt tell me your number” he said basically chasing you as you sped out of the auditorium. His fine ass would have to work for this pussy if he wanted it that bad. “Maybe i’ll text you, then you’ll get it” your words echoed through the bustling hallway as you turned back around. He searched for you desperately, refusing to take defeat but accepted his loss and compromised with waiting for tomorrow to see you again, already guessing the outfit you picked and hairstyle you chose.He would give anything, to see you again. He didn’t just like your body, Connie wasn’t shallow like that, but he admired your confidence and liked how you were a know it all, correcting the professor on mistakes, and even helping connie when he was stuck with equations that only a girl like you would understand. You were a genius and he wanted to see you in your element all of the time.So, from that day on, he would make it his goal to be the only one to see you in your element, the only one to see the vulnerable sides of you.

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ALRIGHT.

i really might make a part two but im so heated because i started writing this and like the WHOLE FUCKING THING DELETED TWICE SO IM RLLY PISSED THAT I HAD TO MAKE IT AGAIN AND ITS NOT AS GOOD AS THE OG but whatever. The name of the story and the actual story are yet to add up but in part two it will make more sense!! Yall better love ts but ill see you later😜 ~𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ

#attack on titan #black reader #black coded reader #connie x black reader #fem reader #iwanty0uu #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot x black reader #aot fanfiction #aot connie

[steviewashere]

My Boy

Rating: GeneralCW: Minor mention of homophobia/slur (not said)Pairings: Eddie Munson & Wayne Munson, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (minor)Tags: Pre-Canon, Relationship Study, Gay Eddie Munson, Coming Out, Supportive Wayne Munson, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Ally Wayne Munson, Southern (adjacent) Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Wayne Munson is a Sweetheart, Mentions of Eddie's Shitty Dad, Post Canon

Quick little thing here: crawdads are crayfish (I call 'em crawdaddies), jambalaya is a Louisiana dish containing rice meat and other fixings, skeeter is a mosquito, maw-maw is a grandmother, and lightning bugs are fireflies.

🏳️‍🌈—————🏳️‍🌈 Eddie has always been a whirlwind of movement and words and voices. Even in his most dire, most embarrassing, or even most depressing moments—he’s never been one to be unlike himself. He’s like an early morning Saturday cartoon come to life. Not a single moment in Wayne’s new life with this kid has been drought dry, silent, and still.

Tonight it is. Which is odd.

He made a damn good jambalaya tonight. Went out of his way to go a little bit outside of Hawkins. Picked up the juiciest looking pack of sausage he could find. Even bought a batch of fresh crawdads, none of that frozen crap. Spiced it with devil’s intuition and his maw-maw's guiding hands. And served it up all nice in his favorite deep bowls. Usually, the reaction to a part of Wayne’s soul, bared mixed up and spiced to the nine hells, is an excited little wiggle at the table, maybe some comment about how Eddie’s been having dreams about the dish for weeks, maybe even a good natured moan.

However, when Wayne sits his bottom down on one of the rickety dining chairs, Eddie’s stoic in his spot. Spoon fisted in hand, yes, like it always is. But he’s taking pathetic bites. The damned utensil’s not even full. Isn’t spilling over.

Wayne looks to him, then. Pinched eyebrows. Squinted eyes. A purse to his bottom lip. “What’s wrong with you, boy?” He eloquently asks. “Did a skeeter bite you on the bottom or somethin’? Eat up.”

Eddie’s eyes rocket up from his bowl. Big and brown, almost too big for his little face. He’s frowning down to Satan’s feet. Eyebrows, that are still growing in and too dark for his pale skin, bunched. He’s wearing an ill fitting Johnny Cash t-shirt that Wayne knows was stolen straight from his dresser drawers. It’s stretched around the collar, revealing Eddie’s scrawny shoulders and all the freckles he got from being kissed by the Tennessee sun as a little boy. There’s something about him, though. Sure, he’s a little boy—sort of. Fourteen years old and a hell of a lot taller than Wayne has seen for a boy his age. But his face reads maturity. Like he’s been drowned in it. Aged beyond his years. If the fear in his eyes has anything to say about it.

“Bubba,” Wayne sighs. “You been in my home for a little over a year now, what’s got you lookin’ at me like I’m huntin’ you down for sport? Like a damn deer, boy.”

“It’s nothing, Uncle Wayne.”

“It’s something if you ain’t eating you’re favorite dish I make.” Wayne sets his own spoon back down on the table. Leaning a bit on the surface, arms crossed and lax in front of him. He lowers his head to be eye-to-eye with Eddie. Murmurs, “You don’t gotta fear me, kiddo. What’s going on, Ed?”

He’s never seen a little boy take a grievance gulp. A swallow the size of a tennis ball. Out of his beer drinking buddies, sure. And the men he served alongside back in the seventies before he was honorably discharged. But a kid? No way.

“I—“ Eddie’s eyes prematurely fill with tears. And Wayne’s never been privy to something like this either. He’s a happy kid. A kid with a terrible upbringing, but that’s never stopped him from having fun and laughing loud and being a little bit too obnoxious. Wayne misses his kid. His stomach churns. “I kissed a boy today,” Eddie weakly mumbles. His throat is thick with tears and his tongue is three sizes too big for his mouth, but Wayne hears him clearly despite it all.

Wayne nods carefully. Small, but there. “Okay, Ed. You kissed a boy. That’s alright, Bubba. I ain’t mad. It ain’t my business to be mad,” he murmurs.

“Really?” Eddie’s voice squeaks. “You ain’t mad at me? Even though I—Daddy told me it was sinful. Told me that I—That I was going to—“

“Your daddy had his head up his own ass. And he hasn’t been inside a church since he was an awful little boy. God knows he needs to go,” Wayne is quick to reassure. “He ain’t got two words in your business, kid. Besides, you ain’t with your daddy anymore.”

Eddie nods. His eyes point down to his cooling jambalaya. He scoots his spoon around in the few straggler pieces of rice that fell from his utensil. “The boy called me a bad word. I won’t say it, but it felt bad when it left his mouth. Will it always…Will people always think of me like that?” His voice is small, unlike himself, too serious. It’s nearly lost in the wood of the table.

Wayne shrugs in response. Because he truly isn’t sure. “You think you’ll always kiss boys? It’s alright if you do, but is that…”

He nods again. Fast and so sure of himself. A part of Wayne is shining like a diamond at the confidence in this kid. “I liked it before he ran away. I want to do it again.”

“Okay, Ed. Then, you’ll do it again. And maybe it’ll be bad and maybe people will be mean. But you’ll always be Eddie. You ain’t got nothing on the other kids in the world, y’know that?” Eddie just shrugs. Wayne leans back in his chair and briefly looks out of the window above the table. At the warm lights filling the trailer park. The setting sun playing hide-and-seek beyond the homes here. He sighs carefully through his nose. “When you came ‘ere seekin’ a bed, I wasn’t too sure about this little arrangement. I knew you’d be a little rowdy. A lot of a stubborn ass, because you’re like your mama. And may she rest in peace, but she was always playing my temper like a damn fiddle.”

Eddie laughs warmly. Giggling enough to jolt his body into movement. Wayne smiles, still peering out the window.

He continues, “So I wasn’t too sure about you, at first. Knew that I loved you, that’s damn sure. Knew it the moment your daddy showed you to me. Cooing about your mama’s eyes and your curly hair and your ruddy little cheeks. When I got to hold ya for the first time, you latched onto my thumb and refused to let go. Thought I’d have to take ya home right then and there.” He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head in false disappointment. “Shame I couldn’t, tell you that. But look at cha now. Sitting here in my home, wearing my shirt—even though I told ya to quit that and ask me first—“

“Sorry, Wayne,” Eddie mutters.

“It’s alright, kiddo. I was just playin’ witcha. But you’re here now, that’s all that matters. You got warm food on the table. And you got your dragon game and your funny talkin’ books about elves and whatnot. You got enough energy to light every house in the world. How I ain’t worn out and completely bald yet, I ain’t sure, but I like what you got, kid. Moxie, I think that’s what it’s called.” He chuckles. Glows with pride as Eddie finally smiles, sticking it to his face and not letting it peel off. “But I love you, Ed. You’re my boy. I know damn and true that every part of you is good. You do as you please, but you be safe about it. There are risks. A conversation when we ain’t eating. But, you be Ed and I’ll be here.”

He leans back over the table, reaches out a hand and ruffles Eddie’s short tufts of curly hair. Eddie squawks. He tries to shimmy away, but gives up on it when he looks up to Wayne. Eyes alight with pride and giddiness. Something like contentment and comfort. There’s a flush to his cheeks from the laughter that spills out of him. Warm like the soft glow of lightning bugs. Wayne scoots his palm down the side of Eddie’s face and cups his palm. Cherishes the way Eddie leans into it.

“You promise me that, Ed? Promise you never change.”

“Promise, Wayne,” Eddie murmurs. “Now leave me alone with your sap, I’m hungry.” And he promptly scoops up too much to fit in his mouth. Shown in the way his shirt is stained with the droppings.

Wayne chuckles again and goes back to his food. The damn gall on this kid, he thinks.

——— And sure, over the years, Eddie makes some damn poor choices when it comes to messing around with boys. Forgets to check-in about when Wayne will be home from work, always loud and proud about who he is when Wayne wants to sleep for the next century. Sticks his tongue down throats for long enough that Wayne always worries that the other boy swallowed him up. But he’s still Eddie.

He’s still Eddie when he introduces Steve Harrington. Who’s on par with Wayne in a lot of ways. Loves to cook. Loves to watch football. Likes to take care of his car and the people around him. Is a little bitchy. Likes gossiping about the neighbors and getting on Eddie’s nerves. He’s perceptive about “his boy”—words straight from Steve’s mouth—and knows just how to take care of him.

A part of Wayne wonders what great force brought them together. Something to do with the age in their eyes and the scars on their sides and the jumps at flickering lights. But he won’t question it.

Because they got their boy.

And Eddie Munson is one hell of a spirit.

🏳️‍🌈—————🏳️‍🌈 Hope y'all enjoyed. I had an idea really late and just needed to write this really quick. Also, I'm so rusty on my Southern bullshit. I haven't been back in Louisiana in over a decade. But I did grow up with somebody Southern in my home, and admittedly have picked up the smallest twinge in my voice as well as the weirdest wordage, but whatever.

#stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #wayne munson & eddie munson #gay eddie munson #coming out #minor steddie #steddie

[hotpinkrathian]

Ahhhh so I have to admit I have been working on something, it's a very big project for me.

It's 30 000 words long as of now, and I estimate to be about 1/2 - 2/3 of the way through the story. I'm super excited about it, however I don't want to get to a point where I'm almost done and don't finish, which is why I am writing it so much.

I want everyone in the kyalin Fandom to be right there with me when it's ready. So I'm going to do my best to finish it before I start posting.

How would I describe it???

A Kyalin mystery slowburn

Here's a snippet from Chapter 3 (spoilers ahead)

“Here,” Tenzin said, passing Lin a notice.

“So secretive,” Kya joked, pretending to lean over.

“It's not that secret,” Tenzin said, “two more came forward getting letters, bringing the total to-”

“Forty-nine.” Lin finished. The names added to the list weren't familiar to her. An Earth Republic mayor, and a fire nation general. “Something tells me there's one more out there,” Lin said.

“You think? An even 50?”

“Stopping at forty-nine would be good thinking on their end,” Kya said, “I mean, it would have everyone worried over the 50th letter, which doesn't exist.” She elaborated.

Lin raised an eyebrow, shrugging it off.

“What are the odds they get out anyway?” Kya asked.

“You mean the dirt?” Lin clarified.

“Yeah. Are the threats… real? Do you think they actually know something, or is it… broad enough to make yo- people think they did something.”

“Well we've bounced around that idea for a while,” Lin said, “but I think the general consensus was that… they were a little too close for comfort.” She looked to Tenzin, whose harrowing eyes reflected the anxieties of her own.

Her own letter bounced around in the back of brain, waiting to be unpacked. She had divulged so much into dealing with the case, and worrying about Suyin, she hadn't put much thought into how she would deal with the information revealed by her letter.

What she would do.

What she would say.

She didn't inherently think she had anything to be ashamed of, but there were plenty others who wouldn't see it that way.

It would be career ending, perhaps enough to chase her out of town in search of a fresh start.

If Suyin was still alive, Zaofu could make for a nice retirement place.

“Excuse me for a moment,” she said, getting up. She made for the bathroom down the hall, but instead opened the window at the end of the hall.

Delicately, and with precision, even in her wine-induced stupor, she climbed outside, hanging onto the ledge.

She'd done it a thousand times in her teen years. Scaling the air temple had been a right of passage, and a necessity, when she was with Tenzin.

It was second nature to her as she hauled herself to the upper floor.

Luckily, the window wasn't locked and she got back inside with ease.

She walked quietly down the hall, praying she didn't wake the kids. It was as she remembered. Almost nothing had changed, and a strange wave of deja vu overcame her.

It ended when she entered the left door, and not the right.

Kya's room was one she hadn't been in much, especially as she got older. It looked as she had envisioned. It was tasteful and colorful. Lin envied her ability to pick out pictures and tapestries of varied colors, still managing to make them go together.

First she checked the nightstand, which had a lot of interesting things, but nothing she was looking for.

She checked the duffle bag on the chair, nothing but clothes and towels.

She sighed, looking around.

She noticed the bed was lifted slightly off the floor. Tenzin used to keep… stuff under his bed.

Perhaps these airhead all thought alike.

She got on her knees before laying herself gently onto her stomach.

She outstretched an arm under the bed, feeling around until her palm landed on a box.

She pulled it out, and allowed herself to stand up before setting it on the bed and opening it.

The unmistakable waxy green seal.

The inky handwriting on the back with a clear name designation.

The clear indication that it had been open and removed multiple times.

She held it in her hand, her fingers frozen.

Fifty

#legend of korra #kyalin #korrasami #atla #lok #lin x kya #tenzin #pema #korra #asami #mako and lin #bolin x opal #post cannon #kuvira #should i hide a secret in the tags #mystery

[the-desilittle-bird]

Hi can i request a tom hiddleston x desi actress reader where she is pregnant and already has kids who hav hindi names which r ver cute and she craves indian food in the middle of interviews and shoots

AN - back again and I have plenty of requests and if anyone wants to request something then please feel free to send me them.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Crazy Cravings

Tom Hiddleston x Desi!Reader

Summary: You are an actress but before that, you are pregnant…

Tag list: @shopping, @bbgmonsay, @lastwandastan, @eudximoniakr, @saraelizabeth26, @girlnred, @hc-geralt-23, @omgsuperstarg, @strangesthirdeye, @clea-strange-is-the-way, @lana, @kenzi-woycehoski, @nyx2021, @all-things-fandomstuck, @newt-scamander-is-hot-af, @moon-light1415, @candypurplebutterfly, @littlesatanicassholebitch, @nats-whore, @lady-athanasia, @chaotic-fangirl-blog, @thatgirlthatreadswattpad, @hyacinthus007, @shine101

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

“How are you feeling, meri jaan?” she heard the soothing voice of her husband before she felt his hand over her protruding belly. A giggle left her throat as he placed a kiss on her cheek, chuckling softly against her skin. “I feel better now,” she replies with a grin.

Tom hums, wrinkling his eyebrows as he settles down next to her on the leather couch as everyone around them worked hard to get the place ready for the interview which would start any moment now.

As actors, Tom and (Y/N) could never take a day off, especially when they were in the center of the show. And in times like this, with the lady pregnant, Tom found himself worrying more and more about her; constantly asking whether she was fine or not, if she needed something or not.

No wonder her cousins and mother started teasing him by calling him a “mother”.

“Hello, Tom and (Y/N),” greeted the lady who was supposed to take their interview. The pair smiled brightly, greeting the lady back whose name they learnt to be Bianca.

“Are we ready?” The director asked, earning a couple of nods from the crew and thumbs up from the guests. “Well then. Lights. Camera and Action.”

And then began the interview.

The beginning was always the same; introductions, their achievements, a few questions about their current show. But after that came the personal part, one that rendered the actor a bit uncomfortable as he tried to keep his life to himself.

“So, you two have a daughter together and another little Hiddleston is on the way,” the interviewer states with a smile, making the couple glance at each other with smile as (Y/N) placed a hand over her overgrown bump. “Yes.”

“And your daughter’s name is Kavya, isn’t it?” Bianca queries, struggling with the pronunciation for a while before Tom helps her. “Yes. We decided on an Indian name because they just sound so… soothing. Like hot chocolate in winters,” Tom gushed, his face reddening up as he glanced at his wife.

“Awww… that’s sweet. (Y/N), how is the pregnancy going for you?”

“Honestly, everything is fine except for the cravings,” she whined, making the Loki actor burst into a fit of laughter as he remembered the many nights when he woke up to finding his wife cooking some Indian dish or digging deep into the kitchen cabinets to find Maggi.

“What do you crave?” Bianca asks, her eyes gleaming with happiness as she watched her favourite Hollywood couple share a glance before laughing. Once the laughter dies down, Tom replies, “it can be the weirdest thing. One second she wants to have Jalebi and the next she wants to find some Namkeen.”

“I am the mix of sweet and savoury,” she argues instantly, making him smile as he nodded, leaning in to place a kiss on her temple, “meri khatti-meethi.”

(Y/N) merely gave him a side eye before returning her focus to their interviewer who had started her next question. “Correct me if I am wrong, but you were pregnant when you were about to finish shooting for this show, right?”

The couple nodded, prompting Bianca to continue, “did you crave anything on the set?” Before the misses could answer, Tom lets out a dramatic sigh before answering, “one fine morning, she comes to my trailer, donning her costume, and literally commands me ‘I want to have fish curry made by my mother, so talk to her, take the recipe and cook it.’ And leaves before I could nod. I was so bewildered and like what should I do.”

Everyone around them laughed loudly except for (Y/N) who glared daggers at her husband before leaning in to whisper softly into his ear.

“I want to eat Samosa.”

“Haye Bhagwaan!”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x desi!reader #tom Hiddleston x female reader #desi reader #pregnant reader #fem!reader #tom hiddleston imagine

[aching-tummies]

Another great prompt here's my inspiration.

I can tell from the sick gurgling I hear in your tummy that somethings definitely wrong. I look over to see you trying your best to ignore the sounds your bellys making and the awful cramps you must be feeling. I can't help but to smile as I decide to see how long you can keep up this charade. I go to the kitchen pouring you another tall glass of milk before walking over to you "here babe you look thirsty" I say as I hand you the glass, your face surprised but still not admmitng what's wrong you quickly empty the glass into your crampy tummy. Just as you do, it moans even louder as your hands dart to your belly, trying your best to soothe it. You look up at me with tears forming in your eyes, pleading for help. "Next time, just say your tummy hurts dumbo." I say as I lift you into my lap, your tummy sloshing at the sudden movement. My hands quickly move under your shirt to feel your bloated tummy as it twist itself into knots. "Wow that milk definitely doesn't agree with you" I see you shake your head and you start swatting my hands away already knowing what's about to happen. I slowly squeeze your lower belly feeling all the milk shift and move around inside your tummy as my fingers squeeze probably a little more than necessary. Every squeeze or rub makes your tummy complain even louder as I hear you moan holding back nauseous burps as you squirm on my lap trying your best to get your bloated tummy away from my prodding fingers. "I hope your not feeling sick already cause we're just getting started!"

Response to this post. Thanks for waiting! Sorry it took so long. Dealing with a lot of SNAFU in jobs and finances. Lots of unexpected expenses came up this month and Savings goals and targets went out the window a while back so I've been trying to make plans and form new habits to try out going forward.

I squirm on the couch as I feel another twinge. It's getting close to noon—lunch-time--and I'm not hungry in the slightest. The glass of milk I downed around 8AM has cleared my stomach-organ, but it's been spending at least the last two hours twisting my intestines into knots. The cramps are excruciating. It feels like something tied my intestines into knots and every twenty minutes or so a different knot gets pulled, as though to tighten it. It started higher up, the first of the crampy tightening around my right side, below the ribs. Next one manifested around my navel-area. There's one on my lower left side, closer to my hip than to anything else. That one's a recent development and that's the one that just intensified, causing me to hiss a breath.

A low, wet grumble accompanies the tightening cramp. My guts are not happy in the slightest. I try to be discreet. I know how you get when it comes to my tummy and I honestly don't think I can handle anything being done to it right now.

“Babe, you hungry? Wanna get lunch?” You drawl lazily. You heard the muffled noise from my tummy and assumed it to be hunger.

“Ah...n-no thanks.” I murmur quietly.

“Ya' sure? Your tummy's growling.” You point out.

“I'm fine. N-Not hungry. S-Stomach's a little...it's just a little upset. You know how it gets. Go ahead and get food if you want some though.”

Quirking an eyebrow as my belly continues to grumble angrily, you make your way to the kitchen. As you fix yourself a sandwich, you pour out two glasses of milk and come back to the couch, where I'm focusing a little too intently on my crochet project.

“Here. At least drink this. I'll feel better knowing you've got at least a little something in your stomach.” You mutter as you set a glass of milk in front of me.

“B-Babe...I'm fine. It's not...I'll just have some tea later.” I pout, scooting backwards on the couch as though to get away from the dreaded glass.

“You can have tea too. Drink up.” You insist, gesturing to the milk as you settle on the other end of the couch with your sandwich.

I eye the glass warily. The opaque whiteness in the otherwise-clear glass, milk--Cold, cruel, milk. My stomach cramps and grumbles at the sight of the stuff. Even so, I know that you'll be upset with me if I don't make a move for it. Warm milk is gross anyway. Sighing and sending a mental apology to my tummy, I pick up the glass and down the contents quickly.

The ice-cold liquid irritates my stomach as it trickles in. My stomach convulses, sending painful cramps reverberating throughout my digestive tract. If individual organs can shiver or shudder like we do when too cold or thinking about something gross, that's what my entire digestive tract has done in response to more milk entering my system. The glass I'd secretly downed this morning hasn't even left my system and here I am introducing more of the toxin to my system.

By the time I swallow the last mouthful in the glass, tears prickle my lashes. I all but toss the glass onto the coffee table as my hands fly to my belly. A series of wet squelching noises burble from my stomach-organ; low, groan-like grumbles echo through my cramping intestines.

“Ah...nnngh...oww...b-babe...I-I don't...uhm...I-I think milk just...just upsets my stomach more...owwww...”I mumble, embarrassed but also craving some TLC for my sore stomach.

You watch my expression pinch into one of pain as I gently massage at my sickly belly. You can't help but think 'that's adorable' or some variation of that as I mewl and whine in pain. It's not enough though. Not yet.

“Hmm? What's that?” You ask.

“Nnngh...b-babe...c-could you...c-could you rub my tummy? P-Please?” I whimper, clutching my belly tightly as a particularly large cramp ripples through my digestive tract, tightening all of the 'knots' I feel in my intestines as well as seemingly birthing a couple more throughout the length of the organ. Little points of pain explode in my intestines, cramping, releasing, cramping again at random intervals.

“Awww. Next time just tell me your tummy hurts from the start, dummy.” You chide. Even so, you reach over to collect my tense, curled up form into your arms, bringing me over to rest against your torso as my stomach gurgles and gripes between us. My stomach rumbles indignantly at the change in position, a cool, sour liquid sloshing back up my esophagus and burning at my throat, making me feel sick at the movement. You spend some time positioning us, my stomach churning sickeningly with each tiny movement. Eventually, I feel your warm hands snaking under my hoodie, directly on the bare skin of my belly. Your eyes widen as you feel the tense muscles and tender organs beneath your palms.

“My, my....something's not agreeing with you. It's so...tight. So hard. You weren't kidding...this definitely feels like it hurts. Sorry, babe.” You murmur, kneading gently into the tense expanse of my belly. A wet, angry grumble ripples from the point you press against my belly, shocking you. “Oh wow...poor tummy. That milk really isn't agreeing with you, is it?” You coo, pushing into my belly yet again.

I shake my head, tears still in my eyes as I squirm on your lap. I swat at your hands, trying to push them off of the sorest parts of my belly. Belly rubs are usually awesome and always welcome, but right now your probing fingers are prodding pretty hard into the knots in my intestines and it really, really, really hurts.

You squeeze, thumb and fingers pressing deeply into the tense area around my navel. I see white as pain flares from the points of contact. The grumbles are constant now, my belly protesting the massage as well as the cruel liquid that's causing so much pain.

I moan as a sour belch presses it's way up and out of my throat. The pressure in my tummy intensifies rather than ebbs as your palm continues to find and squeeze the pockets of trapped gas in my system, coaxing them to move around and bruise up my sore intestines in their journey to be expelled. Hot air rises...and right now my digestive tract is full of four hours of rancid, hot air from the hours-long fight with an indigestible substance.

“Hmm? Hold on, babe. I don't want you getting sick on me so soon. C'mon—hold 'em in. It'll feel even better coming out if you just hold it in a little.” You coax, rubbing my back and making it very, very hard to swallow back against the pressure building in my stomach-organ, demanding release.

#tummy ache #upset tummy #Tummy RP-scenario #tummy noises #stomach ache #tummy ache kink #bloated belly

[stories-from-the-shaded-moon]

Detention

I swear that this is still LU. It’s just a modern au

But um…yeah here you go

“I definitely have a Hatsune Miku cosplay.”

“Ok, but me too?!” The lunch table laughed. “I wore it for Halloween one year. I can still fit it.”

“I’m not surprised about you, Wild, but Legend? I would not have expected that from you.” The shortest student commented.

“I wore that shit with pride!” The student with dyed pink hair announced, scribbling on his homework.

“Language boys.” Everyone groaned. So, maybe getting into a…physical altercation with the big guy wasn’t the smartest idea on their part, HOWEVER, the guy was talking mad shit to Wind. It was Warriors who swung first anyway.

“Mr. Lon, I beg the question,” Warriors started. “Why is it us who are being detained?”

“It’s simple really. You swung first. It’s policy.”

Wild blew a raspberry at no one. Everyone else groaned.

“But he-“

Mr. Lon let out a chuckle. “I know what he did. It’s one of the reasons why I didn’t give you the essay.” Mr. Lon tapped on his desk.

The classroom quieted down only for a second. “What?!” Legend stood from his seat. “You mean to tell me that I was doing homework all of this time for nothing?”

“I won’t say that it was for nothing. Homework is still important.”

Four leaned back in his seat. “So that’s why Twilight and Sky were so relieved, huh?”

There was a smile on Twilight’s face as he looked back at Four. “You see, none of you guys have had Mr. Lon as a teacher! The guy actually listens to his students!” Sky nodded, his phone in hand.

“I take pride in understanding my students’ situations. Wind is an upcoming freshman and, therefore, comes to my class every once in a while. I have no idea what stuff that other boy was saying about Wind, but I also have no idea why a senior is so intimidated by a mere 8th grader.” Mr. Lon chuckled again. “Seniors get so scared when they see potential in an underclassmen, it’s honestly hilarious.”

“So…” Warriors tapped on his own desk. “we’re not in trouble?”

Mr. Lon hummed. “I believe that you are the only one here that will actually have to speak to the principal. That’s another thing, never swing first or everything will be viewed as it being your fault.” Mr. Lon nodded at his own words. “Admin is more likely to side with the person that took the hit than the person who threw it.”

Warriors banged his head on his desk three times. “My mom’s going to fucking kill me…”

“Well, maybe your mom won’t be too mad. I mean, the guy was talking shit about your little brother. I think that’s an okay reason to punch the shit outta someone.” Wild added.

Mr. Lon sighed. “Aside from all of the vulgar language in those sentences, I say that what you say is wrong…sort of.” Mr. Lon stood up, starting to walk around the room. Sky took out his earbuds and put his phone away. “You see, I understand why you hit the guy. Protecting your family should be a top priority no matter what, but I’m sure that there was a better way to handle the situation. Do tell, what is it that he said about Wind?”

The seven detained students looked at each other, then at Legend. He was the Teller of the group. If someone wanted to be let in on something, Legend always got straight to the point.

“He said that if he ever saw Wind, that he would-“ Legend cleared his throat. “Effectively silence him.”

Mr. Lon’s eyebrows shot up, his expression overtaken by surprise for only a second. Then, he cleared his throat, turning away from the boys. “And everyone else got in trouble for recording the fight?”

“Yes sir.” Sky answered.

“Effectively silence? How exactly did he say that?” Mr. Lon asked.

“He said that he would show up at my house with a weapon and kill him while he was by himself. He comes home first and I was just-“ Warriors was cut off.

“Who has the clearest video?”

The seven students traded glances before the quietest one raised his hand. “I do.” Hyrule giggled.

Mr. Lon was at Hyrule’s side in seconds, as were the other six. Hyrule hit play and the video was as clear as day.

The video started while in the middle of the argument between Ganondorf Jr. and…Sky?

“Yeah, I may have taken the fall for Sky, but it should’ve been me who hit first.” Warriors explained.

“Me and Ganondorf’s dad have had it out before. His son wasn’t doing any work from my class and he expected me to pass him anyway. Like hell.” Mr. Lon said. Hyrule paused the video and everyone turned to Mr. Lon.

“Are you saying that he…” Legend spoke. “GJ was not held back!” The seven students started to snicker, trying to hide their laughter.

“From what I heard, his freshman year was a rude awakening for him. He is still in Mr. Rauru’s Math class…” Mr. Lon said, tapping the resume button on Hyrule’s video.

Suddenly, a bell rang throughout the classroom. The seven students found themselves groaning.

“No-“ Wild whined. “I actually liked it here…”

Twilight giggled. “Cheer up, you might have Mr. Lon next year!”

“You might.” Mr. Lon winked, pushing a slight shove into Twilight, who returned the shrug. Mr. Lon stood at the door to his room. “If anyone asks what we were doing in here, tell them that I was helping y’all with homework.” He said that they all walked out.

By the end of that two hour period, Mr. Lon had gotten seven high fives and he would be telling his wife about all of them.

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[hoebii]

Black Mamba XI

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 2.2k Betas : @moccahobi​​ (Please the way she puts so much effort and thought into this story! I love you I love you I love you <3) Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : Very sorry for the wait but here I am! I actually had this chapter written for a while now but life decided it hates me and who am I to fight that 🤡 Anyways! Hope you guys like this one, feedback is always appreciated and I’m very very sorry for the wait <3

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You woke up gasping for air. It felt as if someone had wrapped their hands around your neck and just kept squeezing. Clawing at your throat, you felt nothing besides your own nails scratching the skin raw.

It took you a while before your brain registered that you weren’t being strangled by phantom hands - the only harm you were in would come from you and with that in mind, you finally put them down beside you on the bed. 

With trembling legs, you stood from your bed and walked to the light switch by the door, flicking it on and bathing the room in light. Squinting at the sudden light, you took a moment to gather your bearings, leaning back against the door, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your body shook from the shock. You slid down when you felt as if your legs could no longer support your weight, the plethora of emotions coursing through you becoming overwhelming.

You didn’t know how long you sat by your door, almost dozing off then and there but the moment your eyes closed, all you saw was red. 

Red on the wall, on your hands, wherever you could see. Snapping your eyes open again. Only to be greeted back into your room at the mansion where you now lived after being adopted - no red in sight. You stared at your fingers as you moved them around, forcing yourself to accept that everything was okay. Everything was as it should be.

You slapped yourself to make yourself focus on reality. Trembling as you shrunk in on yourself, as if you were hiding from them, you tried to shut your mind off. You didn’t want emotions to rule you but you couldn’t stop it from doing so either. Squeezing your eyes shut, you shook your head vigorously when you saw red creeping in behind your lids again. You refused to stop till the images that sprung to your mind dissipated, only stopping when the dizziness got too much.

Growling when that didn’t work, you stood from your place on the floor, a hand shooting out to stabilise yourself against the door when the world spun around you as an aftermath of standing up too fast - or maybe it was also due to making yourself dizzy a few moments ago. The hand that supported you against the door curled into a fist and your lips twisted into a scowl. Not thinking, you winded your hand back and threw a punch right at the door before stopping mere centimetres away from it. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and you gently let your fist touch the wood. 

No. 

You weren’t going to destroy anything else. 

You couldn’t.  

Letting your hand fall back to your side, you took a deep breath in before exhaling. Forcing your body to relax. Your eyes darted from one place to another - observing your room as a way of distracting yourself from the war that raged on.

The memories that came back to haunt you disguised as nightmares had you reacting more than you should have. You felt as if you were drowning on dry land, ironic.

You bumped your head against the door gently a few times before letting yourself go and fully put your weight against the said object. Your eyes snapped open the moment your eyes slid shut, the images your mind conjured too much to take.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, picking at your cuticles, biting on the skin around your nails - trying to ground yourself to reality - to clear your mind. Time felt like it no longer existed around you, just a suffocating darkness creeping closer the longer you stayed there motionless. 

Growing restless, you decide to throw on a sweatshirt before leaving your room, only silence greeting you as you stepped out. You didn’t know where you wanted to go, just letting your legs lead you aimlessly through the manor. A gust of cold wind blew by, making a shiver run down your spine. You scanned the area to try and locate where it came from, realising that someone had left one of the windows in the hallway open. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to come up with a reason for why that would be the case. You wanted to investigate but when you moved to close and lock the window before continuing to roam, the window seemed to be already locked.

Did you imagine the whole thing? Suddenly you weren’t sure if anything around you was real anymore. What was wrong with you?

Your thoughts were already a mess - though you did make sure to keep an eye out for anything else out of the ordinary afterwards. Not that it would make a difference. Who knew if what you saw was what was really happening.

In your dazed state, you barely noticed when you entered the kitchen - standing by the counter, the thoughts swirling around your head were chains constricting around your entire being, rendering you unable to move. 

With your eyes glued to the marble counter in the middle of the kitchen, you let your thoughts consume you - suddenly not having any more energy to fight against them. You were miles away, distantly you felt a muted stinging sensation against your wrists but even then you weren’t sure if it was a figment of your imagination or reality.

You didn’t know how long you stood there. Finally letting yourself get lost in the darkness that encapsulated your every thought. You didn’t bother fighting against the demons that clawed at your heart, the ache increasing the longer you let it happen. It felt as if you would be forever stuck in your personal hell when something jerked you out of it.

Slowly but surely you became more aware of your surroundings, your ears finally registering the urgency of the voice that seemed to be calling out your name as they kept a firm grip on your wrist. 

Your eyes slowly trailed up from your hand to the face of the person who had pulled you out of the darkness that seemed never ending in your mind not even a second ago. 

With pursed lips and concern shining bright in his eyes, Jimin looked at you. You could feel the way his grip around your wrist got stronger for the briefest of moments before going slack again. Your eyes met his, noting the way his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a pout.

“When Tae got the bracelet for you, I don’t think it was for you to use it to hurt yourself, you know?” He spoke softly. “Actually, if I recall correctly, he got it for the opposite reason.”

“I,” you started, eyes widening a fraction when your voice cracked from not using it since you had awakened. “I wasn’t hurting myself.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at that, glancing back at where he was still holding your wrist. 

“That’s not what it looked like to me.”

It was your turn to furrow your brows. You hadn’t been hurting yourself in any way that you knew of, so why was he saying that? 

It was as if your body suddenly came alive, too fast for your brain to catch up as your muscles locked and stiffened- alarms blaring in your mind all of a sudden that someone was touching you. 

A part of you wanted to snatch your wrist away - maybe you would’ve if this had occurred when you newly came here. Now, you could somewhat control your instincts - at least to a certain degree so you wouldn’t end up hurting someone again. 

Try as you might, repressing instincts wasn’t as easy as you hoped for it to be and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet hiss, the suddenness of everything still making you try to jerk your hand away and cause a sharp stinging sensation to run up your body.

Jimin must’ve gotten surprised from your sudden reaction as he let go of your hand immediately, making sure to put some distance between you two.

Of course he would be cautious around you.

Have you forgotten the way you hurt Taehyung when you first came here? 

You’re lucky they still let you live here. 

Pathetic.

You pushed the thoughts away, though you couldn’t help the frown on your face. In midst of your self-deprecating thoughts, your gaze finally settled back on your wrist where the skin beneath the bracelet was red and raw.

When did this happen?

“I,” you tried speaking again, clearing your throat. “I didn’t realise when-“

Jimin hummed, his attention seemingly somewhere else as he walked around the kitchen, looking for something. 

“I get it, you did it without thinking right? Hobi hyung does that sometimes, lost in his own world.”

You were relieved that he seemed to understand what you were trying to say but… why was Jimin telling you this?

“Aha!” You heard- him exclaim from somewhere behind the counter where he had crouched down. His head poked up and you saw a tiny grin on his face as he looked at you. “Found it.”

“Found what?” 

“First-aid kit!” He declared as he stood up and put the said box on the counter with a thud. “Let me see your hand.”

“It’s nothing serious, you don’t have to-“ you tried to refuse but were met with unimpressed eyes of Jimin silently offering his hand for you to put yours on.

“You know, you’re a lot more similar to my hyungs than you realise. Don’t try pulling a Yoongi on me with the ‘I can do it myself’ thing. I know you can but I just wanna be able to take care of you,” he rambled on, his tone getting more filled with restrained emotions the more he went on.

Not knowing how to reply, you wordlessly put your hand on his upturned one. A shiver ran down your spine when he gripped it gently before moving the bracelet down your forearms. 

“I noticed that you don’t like taking it off so I’ll just move it down for me to be able to work properly,” he explained, as if sensing the question on your mind.

The place fell silent as he got to disinfecting and bandaging your wrist and you observing him. You tried inputting all the details of his face in your brain, not being able to tear your eyes away from how concentrated he looked. You would like to blame your past training; needing to account for every tiny detail you could find of your victims to come up with the best way to finish the job. Yet, when it came to Jimin, a part of you knew that wasn’t the reason why you were so invested in him. It was something else, something you couldn’t pinpoint. 

You didn’t realise that he was done until you heard him cough to grab your attention. Confusion running through you when you felt your face get warmer. 

Were you getting sick all of a sudden? But that’s highly unlikely.

“Thank you,” you whispered nonetheless, not wanting to speak any louder. “I’m sorry for taking up your time with this, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen in the future.”

Jimin’s brows furrowed at your words, a pout on his lips as he looked you in the eyes. 

“Nonsense, I could’ve walked past and not done anything when I saw you. I chose to do this. Don’t be sorry.” 

A beat of silence.

“Besides,” he spoke again, “I like spending time with you - you getting hurt aside. I wanna get to know you better and if you don’t want anyone else to know about this then it can be our little secret.”

A smile came on his lips. “Sounds fun, no? Secret meet ups in the dead of nights where we just spend some time together?”

You couldn’t explain the emotions that went through you at his words but you were certain that you… liked them. 

Jimin single-handedly somehow replaced the unbearable darkness that took hold of you with something light and relieving in merely minutes.

You spent the next hour or two simply sitting in the kitchen listening to Jimin talk about anything that came to his mind. You tried your best to give your input wherever you could but you were glad that Jimin didn’t seem to mind that he was doing most of the talking. 

At one point you could hear someone making their way to where the two of you were, letting Jimin know. You only watched as Jimin ran to keep the first-aid kit back to it’s original spot and darted to make sure nothing seemed out of ordinary around the kitchen. 

He crouched behind the counter and motioned for you to join him, signalling you to keep quiet as the two of you stayed there in silence. You could hear the tiny giggles leaving his lips as the person entered the kitchen before doing whatever they needed to do - you tried to peek but Jimin tugged on your shirt to keep you still.

It was only when you informed him that the other person had left and that you could no longer hear their footsteps did he spring up from his hiding spot laughing. His joy, so endearing and wholesome that it made you crack a small smile though you could feel doubt starting to rise anew at the back of your mind.  

It scared you, how much you had started to like living with them. 

Nothing good ever lasts and all this… happiness?

Could you say that was what you were feeling? 

How long will it last this time?

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[emiim23]

Ma Belle Evangeline

Ceo!Nanami x Artist!Black!fem!reader

∙𝘑𝘦 𝘵'𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘑𝘦 𝘵'𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭

𝘚𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦

𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 ∙

summary: It's not difficult to see why Nanami was fully enamored by yn's beauty...what was difficult was getting yn to realize why he was so love-struck in the fist place...

inspired by this tik tok trend <3 it's too cute

♡genre: (slow burn) friends to lovers, romance, self love, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut

♡warnings: +18 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬!! MDNI!!angst, fluff,slow to rough sex, fingering, cunnilingus, petnames ( my love, flower, beautiful, good girl, princess), pwp, sub!reader & dom!Nanami [ i think thats it pls let me know if i missed anything :) ]

A/N: this is my first ever fic!!!finally i got the courage to write one ...please do forgive my english it's not my fist language plus i dont have anyone to read this for me and check for mistakes, if some words or some phrases dont make any sense please let me know :)

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Nanami is a man of taste

He's always enjoyed the finer things in life, a perfect wine, a good meal, a perfect night in and a workday that ends on time. He never strayed away from what he knew he enjoyed.

Some may say he was boring in this way but he would say he was disciplined, in control of his life and he always knew what was coming, it was a good life, that was until you started coming around and started making his life a little more worth while.

Your first encounter was while he was on a morning jog, Nanami being the observant man that he is, saw you coming before you noticed him yourself.

You had come to the park with your best friend Ren to help her do some promotional shoot for her website and it seemed like the universe was against you for two reasons.

Since it was a beautiful sunny day you decided to wear a beautiful white maxi skirt and white top but your beloved best friend Ren only wanted you to suffer, unfortunately for you, she decided not to tell you what she wanted you to do for the shoot and persuaded you into wearing an all white outfit only to promptly chase you with a jar of bright yellow dye.

2.Running away from Ren became your undoing because while in your attempt at an escape your line of sight was focused on Ren and not the man you were about to run into.

"Ren! stop, please don't, this is my favourite skirt!" you screamed as you ran away, bare feet swimming through the plush grass in a quick flurry, without looking you quickly turned around and almost ran into someone, he stopped your movements before you two could collide.

His strong arms caging you in preventing you from going any further.

"Woah there, you okay?" the man asked, you hadn't even looked up to see his face yet but you already knew he was finer than fine. Trailing your eyes up his broad chest your words stopped in the back of you throat when I saw his face, he was looking down at you, eyebrows furrowed in concern, a little sweat glistening on his skin, his chest rising up and down as he took deep breaths.

I was right, he is finer than fine.

Before you could embarrass yourself any further, Ren quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you out of this strangers warm hands jolting you back into reality, " I am so sorry sir, she wasn't looking where she was going" Ren apologised on your behalf.

"Ah that's alright, just glad nothing bad happened", he said, his voice was so deep and smooth, not a single hitch in his sentence

"Are you okay miss?"

He was talking to you "what?" you asked

You heard him very clearly but your mind didn't register what he said at all, as if your body wanted to hear him speak again.

"I asked if you were okay miss?" he said, with a smirk on his gorgeous face, slightly leaning down so that you could hear him more clearly.

Ren pinched your arm prompting you to speak up

"Oh yeah I'm good, great, I'm perfect" you rambled on until Ren pinched you again.

" Perfect" he said smiling with the most beautiful expression ever.

"Good-bye" he said as he started jogging away.

Staring as he jogged away Ren started laughing while shaking you "Wow, your brain stopped working or something?" Ren laughed when you rolled your eye's.

"Shut the fuck up Ren, I was just.....caught off guard" you said as you walked back to your stuff. Ren followed you while screaming in laughter. People looked at both of you in confusion making you feel a little embarrassed.

Grabbing Ren's arm you pulled her towards the picnic blanket. "Slow down yn" she said through laughter. "No Ren, I was so fucking weird and he was sooo ughhhh!!!" you exclaimed slipping on your sandals and packing up your stuff.

"It's okay yn, theres's a one thousand and one chance you'll ever see him again and that's the good thing about strangers babes" Ren joked in an attempt to make you feel better.

"So let's leave now so that we don't risk my chances" you pleaded

"Fiiiine let's go, I'm hungry anyways" she smiled as you took your stuff to the car.

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"Damn, she's gone" Kento heaved as he slowed down from his run

After you ran into him earlier he couldn't get you out of his head he wanted to see you at least one more time before he had to go to the office, so he decided to add an extra lap and actually run instead of jog so he could see you in all your beauty,

Your voice was just so pretty, so was your hair, your eyes made him feel as if he fell into some dream land of just pure peace.

Kento didn't believe in love at first sight but you could make him into a believer if you wanted to.

While walking to his car Kento tried so hard not think about how your body felt against him that would have just been so improper of him, so rude, so taboo, but he just couldn't stop.

As he got to his car he started stretching, after a run like that he wouldn't want to risk a cramp on the drive home. As he finished stretching he climbed into his car his phone started ringing, without checking who it was he answered.

"Nanami Kento speaking"

"NANAMIIII!!!! YOU ANSWERED HAHAHA"

Lord.....help my mind find peace

"Gojo, what do you want?" he sighed, feeling a headache coming along, this man takes years off his lifespan just by speaking.

"Well, Nami, Nami, Nami, my dear friend. I was wondering what you're doing this fine Saturday" he asked, mischief coating his every word.

"Work." Kento grunted out a response as he connected his phone to his cars bluetooth so he could drive while keeping Gojo on the phone.

"Well isn't that boring, why not have some fun with me?"

"No" Kento said, feeling temped to cut the call short but he knew how persistent Gojo was, he wouldn't leave him alone if Nanami didn't let him speak.

"Come ooooon Nanami, it'll be fun" Gojo wined, his voice vibrated through the speakers, making Nanami's headache come on stronger than ever

"I'm busy " Kento sighed as he pulled up to his house taking his bag and phone with him.

"Not at 5pm you won't" Gojo stated as a matter of fact, his wide smile being heard through the phone.

"what do you know" Kento mumbled as he walked in the front door of his house, dropping his gym bag in his laundry room as he walked towards the stairs.

"Weeell I know that you always end your work day at 2:30pm every Saturday, without fail, for the last 7 years" Gojo laughed through the phone.

Pulling the phone away from his ear Nanami rubbed his eyes with pure annoyance. "I'm cutting the phone now"

"Wait, wait, one more minute, pleeeeease" Gojo begged

"30 seconds, speak"

"There's an event happening at the art gallery and I was asked to be apart of the opening of the exhibit since I'm such a generous donor soooo as my best friend I want you to join me"

"Fine"

"WHAT YOU'LL ACTUALLY COME!!!??? I thought i had to do more convincing i even had a speech planned, I also was planning on coming over to convince you in person!" Gojo exclaimed making him regret his decision.

"Don't come to my home Gojo, I'm cutting the phone now"

"I'll pick you up at 4:30 an-"

Finally, quiet. Gojo is too annoying, a decent friend but annoying nonetheless.

Looking at the time Nanami realised he would be on time instead of early like usual, to him on time is late and early is on time and being on time would just that not do.

He started getting undressed as he made his way to the bathroom and on his way there you plagued his mind again as he unintentionally recalled his morning, he was completely infatuated with you and he didn't even know your name.

Taking a quick shower to freshen up for the day ahead, Kento felt as if something wasn't right but with the way time was going he couldn't think about it for too long. He got ready and made his way to work.

Pulling up to the office Kento parked his car and made his way inside, the cool air from the A/C gracing his face as he entered the building, a great welcome compared to the oncoming heat from the 8AM morning sun. Heading to the elevator Nanami still felt that sense of misfortune coming along and this messed up his mood quite a bit.

"Good morning sir" Andrea, his assistant said as he walked past her desk straight to his office.

"Andrea" was his response, curt and to the point.

She followed him to his office so she could give him a brief on the meetings he had today and anything else that was work related.

"And the last meeting you have for today is with Mr Gojo about the magazine article"

At that statement he snapped his eyes up from his computer.

No.

Oh. No.

That was what was wrong with the day, he was going to have to spend time with Gojo twice today. And with his luck Gojo will not only come for the meeting but he will most likely spend the rest of the day pestering Nanami until it was time for the gallery event, even then Gojo would probably leave him alone for 2 hours at most to get ready for the event, unless Gojo hid clothes at Nanami's house again so he could just get ready there like last time.

Dropping his head Nanami already felt exhausted

Seeing that Andrea excused herself and made her way out.

"Today is going to be a long day" Nanami sighed in frustration as he continued to work on his computer.

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"Okay Y/n, you can do this, it's just a little speech" you said to yourself in the mirror.

Today you were opening your first art exhibition and the part that scared you the most was not that people won't like your art, oh no, it was the fact that you had to give a speech to so many people.

As a person who usually expressed herself through her art, expressing yourself verbally became such a difficult task.

Reciting the speech to herself or to Ren was extremely easy but the thought of an audience made her skin crawl.

"You okay in there?" that was Ren talking

"Yeah.... I'm doing amazing" lies, but she didn't need to know that.

"Okay, I don't believe you but that's fine, we need to go pick up our outfits from Maggy. Let's go" she said in a soft tone, as if trying not to scare you off.

"Yeah, yeah let's go" you said trying to sound as confident as possible.

leaving the bathroom you walked to your room and grabbed your bag, already dressed all you needed was your shoes.

you went to the front door slipping on your sandals on the way out, Ren right on your heels locking the door behind the both of you. Being roommates with your best friend made so many things much easier, lunch outings, movie nights and days where you just wanna talk shit about people your'e both there for each other.

"your'e driving!" you screamed as you ran towards the passenger side of your car.

" What nooo, I drove last time!" she wined ready to fight you for the comfort of the passenger seat.

"But that was last week, I drove the whole time this week! " you said trying to push her off the door.

"IT'S YOUR FUCKING CAR!" Ren yelled making you fall into a laughing fit.

"Fine, fine, we can decide this in a civilised manner."

"Rock, paper scissors" you both said in unison

"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot." Damn

"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot." Yes

"Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot." Shit you lost.

"That's right, I'm passenger princess today"' Ren said with a wide grin on her face.

"No need to rub it in my face Ren" you said with a pout on your face, no sense of anger behind your words, playful smile trying to be kept at bay but falling free once you got in the car.

As soon as you started the car Ren connected her phone to the bluetooth, playing some feel good music to get you both in the mood for tonights event.

Driving into the parking spot in front of your tailors store you both got out the car and walk in.

"Maggy !" you greeted the lady behind the counter.

"Hi girls how are you both doing" she smiled, Maggy was the sweetest older lady you met a couple years ago when you were looking for a job and she was looking for someone to model her master pieces, as you liked to call them, for her website. She wanted real everyday people to model her stuff because that's who she made her clothes for, real everyday people who wanted to look absolutely fabulous.

"We're doing great Mags, how are the grandkids?" Ren asked

"Oh they are absolutely precious, and to think I was so excited for one grandbaby now I got two that I get to spoil. " she exclaimed, pure unfiltered joy on her face making both you and Ren match her expression.

"Bless, we are so happy for you Maggy"

"Thank you my loves, oh I'm holding both of you up, let's try those dresses on shall we?"

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Nanami was already pissed off and he hadn't even left the house yet, after the terrible meeting with Gojo Nanami told Gojo to wait in his office while he went to speak with the HR department, he knew Gojo wouldn't follow him because three of his ex conquests were in that department and all three of them shared the same resentment towards him.

Nanami didn't need to see anyone in the HR department, he went home, he went straight to the elevator and to his car Andrea already waiting for him with his brief case next to his car, already knowing the drill.

"Here you go sir see you Monday" she said as she handed him his stuff.

"Enjoy your weekend Andrea." Nanami said as he slid into his car and closing the door behind him starting the car and driving home.

That was an hour and a half ago

Now Nanami stood in front of his closet in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and sitting on his hips, picking out his tux while Gojo rang his door bell like a mad man.

he got halfway dressed slacks on, shirt in hand. Going to his front door, he sighed as he opened it. Gojo would end up either breaking his door bell or breaking into his house.

"NANAMIIII!!!" Gojo smiled basically blinding Nanami

"Why are you here? you said 4:30 and it's 4"

"I wanted to be early Nanami, plus I didn't want you to skip town on me"

That wasn't the plan but it is sounding like a good idea right about now.

"Get in, your'e scaring the neighbours"

"Your neighbours are so far away though your yard is decent size" he mumbles as he skips into the house

Someone please take him away to a remote island so Nanami could live in peace.

"I'm gonna get dressed, don't break anything okay."

It was going to be a long night.

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"Let's go Y/n it's almost 4:30" Ren yelled from the hallway

"coming!"

You looked amazing, hair styled to the Gods, make up on point and the dress what crafted to fit your body perfectly. You looked and felt perfect.

Heels clicking against the tiled floor of the kitchen Ren immediately

started clapping.

"Wooooooo and here comes the woman of the hour in all her glory!!! looking as beautiful as ever!"

She said making you smile

"Oh stop, you look absolutely divine"

"Of course I do" she said with a snap of her fingers and a slap to her ass

"Let's go before we end up being late" you laughed walking through the door

The drive to the Gallery was filled with laughter and music, having set up the exhibit the day before and making sure everything would be ready for today made everything feel way better. Now the only thing worrying you was the speech.

Deep breaths y/n, deep breaths.

Arriving at the Gallery you noticed that the parking lot was full and made your nerves skyrocket, what if people hate it, what if you mess up your speech or trip on your way to the front of the room.

Being stressed made you realise that you hadn't eaten properly today, heading straight for the snack table you were stopped by one of your friends

"Y/N!"

"Gojo! how are you doing" you smiled at him

"I'm doing good, how are you doing pretty, your'e looking extra amazing, absolutely delicious " he winked at you,

"Says you, you look very handsome as always" you smiled back, he was wearing a black tux, no bow tie with the top 2 buttons undone hair falling over his forehead, his pretty eyes peaking over his shades, a little smirk on his face.

"Where you off to looking so upset?" he asked concern lacing his words.

"I've known you for three years yn, as my very good friend I like to know if your'e upset"

"I'm fine" you said with the most genuine smile you could come up with

"Lies"

"Honest, I'm fine, just hungry"

"Okay let's get you something to eat then"

Walking to the table you knew that he hadn't dropped the topic but at least you would get food.

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Kento is already tired. 

There are so many people here, unknown to him but they know who he is, of course they do but the constant introductions and greetings are draining him.

Gojo ditched him a little while ago, probably off flirting with some unfortunate soul.

Where is he, Kento thought as he scanned his eyes across the room looking for that familiar head of white hair. There he is, standing next to the dessert table, of course, he left him alone for cake. Striding across the room his long legs carried him to Gojo in a couple long strides and a few excuse me's. 

"Gojo, you idio-" his sentence caught in his throat when he saw you, the one who has been on his mind since 8:00 AM this morning. 

You're here, you look breathtaking, oh so pretty in that dress which hugged your body so well, giving him an idea of every dip and curve that your body had.

"NAMIII, there you are" Gojo laughed 

"You- I am so sorry sir, about this morning I wasn't looking where I was going and I messed your day up probably" you rambled on.

"Hey it's okay, it was no problem ma'am, I was actually finishing my run so you didn't mess my day up at all" he smiled trying to reassure you. 

Kento was captivated by the gleam in your eyes as you looked at him.

"wait you two know each other?!" Gojo interrupted your unintentional staring contest.

"uh yeah we ran into each other this morning" Kento smirked down at you.

"well technically I ran into you" you giggled

Oh what he would do to hear that again.

"I never got your name" you asked, wanting to know who this man was. 

"oh yes, how rude of me, Nanami Kento, and you are?" he said holding out his hand. 

"y/n, pleasure to meet you" you said gleefully shaking his hand. 

"The pleasures all mine" he said basically making you melt to the floor, his voice did things to you that you couldn't explain.

"Y/n here is an artist, this her exhibit" Gojo said in a proud tone throwing his arm over your shoulder. 

"Is that right, well judging from the crowd here I bet everything is amazing" he said with a small smile on his face.

His comment felt so genuine even though you've only known him for a few minutes. Before you could reply Ren grabbed you away. 

"y/n! There you are it's almost time for your speech" She said out of breath as if she had been running. 

"oh shit, okay, okay, okay, it's time" you repeatedly mumbled to yourself. Talking to Gojo and Nanami made you totally forget about the reason why you were so anxious before but now it just came flooding back. 

"let's go, Gojo and I will walk you to the front" Nanami said, his voice momentarily soothing your mind, but only for a second. 

"Yeah y/n let's get you to the stage" Gojo said with a bright smile. 

"You guys don't need to" you said warily not wanting to seem like you can't walk through a crowd without having a panic attack. 

"No time to debate, let's go" Ren said pushing you forward, being caught off guard you tripped over your own feet. 

Wow the universe is really pulling this shit in front of everyone, damn, you thought as you put your arms out ready to catch yourself. 

Why is the ground so far away you thought until you opened your eyes. 

You realised that you were being held up by someone. 

"Are you okay y/n?" 

Oh lord, it's Nanami, he caught me, again 

Hahaha uh yeaaaah I'm good "you tried laughing off the embarrassment. 

Nanami pulled you up setting you upright on your feet, arms still around you, holding you steady as you gained your bearings back.

'' you sure, it seems like I need to be there to catch you if you fall" he joked making a small smile appear on your face.

"ha ha ha, lets go" you dryly laughed

waking to the stage Nanami kept his hand on your mid back as he and Gojo helped you though the crowd.

the warmth from his hand felt good through the satin material of your dress.

When you got to the stage you saw the director of the gallery as they started to announce that people come forward and called you to the stage.

"And here is the woman that made this whole event possible, Miss y/n l/n". the sound of people clapping resonated through the large room, echoing through the halls.

"WOOOO that's my friend!!!" Gojo and Ren yelled in your ear making you wince.

Ren handed you your tablet while smiling which reassured you.

Glancing to the side you noticed that Nanami held his hand out in front of you making you look up at him in confusion.

"Take my hand, I want to accompany on stage" he smiled

"Well aren't you a gentleman" you joked trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.

that comment made him laugh as you placed your hand in his. Lifting up the bottom of your dress you were guided up the stairs and onto the first part of the stage. letting go of his hand Nanami leaned down to your ear and whispered

"You've got this" standing back up straight he walked off the staged as you whispered back a small thank you.

Deep breaths y/n, deep breaths. You tried to encourage yourself

reaching the podium you placed your tablet which had your speech typed out.

"Good evening everyone and welcome to "A life of love". you started your speech, your voice felt as though it was trembling but as you looked into the crowd no one seemed to notice but if they did they didn't care.

As you carried on your speech you started feeling way more confident, people even laughed at your witty jokes that you threw into the speech.

"And now I would like to thank our donors, without them us artists would be selling our art out of a cardboard box"laughing along with the crowd as you introduced the donors.

You stepped to the side as your two friends, Gojo and Amanda, and the three other board members.

"Thank you Ms Y/n for taking the initiative to not only find donors but also for being such an important part of the gallery." The Director spoke from the podium.

Enjoying the short lived attention you made your way off the stage and straight into your best friends arms smiling like a crazy woman.

"Thank the lord I didn't make a fool out of myself" you praised.

"You did absolutely perfect y/n like really well" Ren said into your shoulder as you both hugged.

"Thank you" you said as you both let go of each other

Looking over Ren's shoulder you made eye contact with Nanami, a small smile on his face as he walked closer to you, with a wide smile still on your face from all the excitement you walked past Ren as she continued to listen to the directors and donors speech.

Before you could even speak Nanami immediately started showering you in praise and compliments.

"You did absolutely amazing ms Y/n, every one absolutely adored your speech and you looked absolutely radiant on stage, you're glowing. He stated making your smile grow even wider the butterflies in your chest growing with every word he said.

"Thank you Nanami, I really appreciate it. you said looking up at him with stars in your eyes.

Before your conversation could continue the speeches ended and the audience began applauding bringing your attention back to the event.

Suddenly Nanami pulled your body to his side, holding you close so you wouldn't fall over, words hadn't even left you mouth when you saw Gojo running into Nanami.

"NANAMIIII!!!! why did you move her. I wanted to scare her " Gojo pouted.

"You would have crushed her and taken her to the ground with you" Nanami said as a matter of factly with his arm still around your waist.

"No I wouldn't have, she would have caught me, riiiiight Y/n" Gojo smiled at you. As Gojo turned his attention to you Nanami let go of you and crossed his arms. You started to miss his warmth without realising it you had a small pout on your lips.

"Awwww Y/n don't pout you definitely would have caught meeee, I basically weigh nothing " Gojo gleamed

"Oh please Gojo, stop dreaming" Nanami joked as he walked away making Gojo gasp in return.

"Are you seriously calling me fat right now Namiiii" Gojo cried

Their whole interaction made you giggle as you all made your way round the exhibit.

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"Have a good rest of your evening ms Y/n, you too ms Ren. I had a fantastic time during your exhibit, it was a beautiful experience." Nanami said smiling at Y/n being around her the whole evening he felt as though his cheeks had started to hurt from the amount of smiling he had done that night.

"Yeah I had a really fun time you guys, Im always telling you that we should hang out more often" Gojo said with his arms folded on top of Rens head like a makeshift arm rest as he stood behind her.

"Liar" Ren mumbled as she tried to pull Gojos arms off of her.

"Good night ladies" Nanami smiled at Y/n with his brown eyes, a pool of warmth that warmed Y/ns cheeks as she smiled back.

"Me too Nanami, I had a lot of fun, hope to see you again soon." You said with a hopeful smile.

Smiling at each other you didn't realise how long it had been since someone last spoke you both just stared into each others eyes getting lost in the moment.

"Ooookaaay lets get going Y/n, its getting late" Ren said with a wide smile on her face.

Getting pulled out of the trance you were in you looked at Ren with wide eyes not really hearing what she said. She just smilled as she pulled you away to the car.

"Bye-bye guys" you waved as you walked side by side.

"Byeeee Y/n and my dear Renniii" Gojo yelled while Nanami waved while keeping his eyes on you.

"I cant wait to see him again" You smiled at Ren

"I cant wait to see her again" Nanami smiled to himself

Turning his head towards Gojo his smile faded as Gojos smile widened.

"You liiiiike heeeer" Gojo started teasing

"shut up".

A/N this is going to be the first part of this slow burn love story please like comment and share :)

please don't plagiarise my work. thanks

#jujutsu kaisen smut #kento nanami smut #nanami smut #nanami x black!reader #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #jjk smut #first fic

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Can't help falling in love (with you) Chp.4

Jazz/Jason (Anger Management). DP x Batman crossover.

Based on this post

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since that's her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

For DPxDC Week!

Day 5: A royal problem.

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Chapter 4: Shot through the heart (and you are to blame)

Curse or no curse, Jason wasn’t mad about being married to that woman.

He never wanted to get married, or do the whole romance thing in general. Never saw the need to be with someone else, or subject someone to the mess of a person he was - he was self aware enough to know he wasn’t exactly that good of a life partner.

This Jasmine chick seemed nice and overall badass, she didn’t need someone like him in her life.

That being said, he wouldn’t mind knowing her more.

Man! Whatever Danny did to him was doing wonders to his mind! He had stopped feeling the urge to agree to anything she said and stopped feeling like the world spun around her.

He still felt a bit of awe, an infatuation, as she geared up with a calm demeanor that told of years doing the same dance over and over again. Consider it some kind of kinship with his way of life - she wasn’t a vigilante, but apparently a ghost hunter, and that was close enough.

It was like seeing someone with the same outfit, or the same haircut; a sense of solidarity in their lifestyle that inevitably made him feel closer than a civilian. He had never had a moment where he saw someone and thought, ‘yeah, this person could get me’, until now.

That’s why he wanted to follow her. He wanted to see her in her own turf, see her fight once again, and get that rush he got at the mall earlier in the day. Also, they made a great team.

“Go.” Right. Bruce was still there, watching him. Creepy old man. “I’ll look for the other affected people, you follow the siblings.”

“Are you trusting me to go alone?”

Batman actually smiled. “Apparently, the safest place for you right now is at her side.”

Jason lifted an eyebrow. “Really?”

“She seems nice.”

“You only say that because she called you out.”

“What can I say? She impressed me.” They looked at each other for a few moments. “Once the situation is dealt with please take them both to the Cave. We need to know more about these ghosts.”

Red Hood groaned. Bruce was behaving but the paranoia was showing - not that he disagreed with him, since suddenly accepting that not only ghosts were a thing (as in, actual villains that did magic tricks) but that the mysterious meta that’s been messing with the Bats was actually just a kid; well, that was too much in too little time.

Huh.

And that he may or may not be married to a stranger. That too.

The others couldn’t know about this.

“Alright.” He walked up to the window, grappling gun in hand. “I’ll keep my comms open, yes.” He added before Bruce could say the reminder.

The older man smiled, the facial expression a bit out of place in the cowl, but it was genuine. “Take care.”

“Always do.”

With that, he jumped out and grappled to a nearby rooftop, setting his path in the direction he felt the pull in his chest. It wasn’t like the Pit, at least not the same sensation. It was akin in nature but not… prickly? Not aggressive, just a beacon of light that was impossible to miss.

The same with the Pit inside of him. It was quieter, gentler, a constant pressure in the back of his mind, but that wasn’t trying to take over his every thought. He was starting to understand that he really, really had been very fucked up.

Everything was so clear now, so defined, and colorful. It was like coming up for air after being underwater for too long.

He owed Danny a big one.

Soon he heard the roaring engine of Jazz’s bike and adjusted his course to follow it, finding her speeding into the night, her turns sharp and precise, with a clear destination. It wasn’t hard to determine where she was going, actually, since sounds of the fight were getting louder as well.

There it was, the floating figure of the meta - or ghost, as he now stood corrected - flying around what Jason assumed was the ghost that was behind all the mess.

He landed about at the same time Jazz drifted into a stop and turned off the engine, quickly taking off the helmet, eyes fixed on the ghost fight going on.

“Oh, hello!” Danny flew past them, coming back into the fray. He dodged some rays that came out of nowhere and shot back another green blast of his own.

“What is he actually fighting?”

Jazz glanced at him and sighed. She took his hand and-

Oh. Oh.

What he initially thought was a green weird vortex was actually shaped like a person, and someone he actually recognized.

“Is that fucking Elvis Presley?”

Jazz laughed, letting go of his hand. Whatever she did made him able to properly see the ghost on his own, see how Elvis strung his guitar and somehow the notes became tangible and were very, very sharp.

He jumped out of the way of one of the notes.

“The fuck?”

“Welcome to my world,” she said with a little smirk. “And that’s not actually Elvis - apparently is an Elvis impersonator, the kind that marries people in Vegas.”

Okay, that was making some sense. It didn’t explain why the fuck a ghost could just… do that kind of stuff.

“Why-”

“If you don’t mind, Q&A can happen later.” Her smile turned nervous as they heard Danny scream and be knocked to the ground.

Jason could only agree. That fall seemed to hurt. In any case, Danny stood up in less than a second, blasting more of those green rays.

Jazz jumped in this time, screaming at her brother and asking him what he needed. Too slippery, Danny explained. If he tried to get closer to get a proper punch Elvis would just sing a song and knock him back.

“I need a distraction.”

“I can do that.” Jasmine nodded. “Lead the way, Danny-o.”

“I hate that so much.”

The siblings rushed to where the ghost was floating, amused with the interaction, and watching - he was watching Jason. The fucking guy knew about him and Jazz and thought that the whole thing was amusing.

“Eat this!” Jazz screamed as she started shooting, making a nuisance of herself and impossible to ignore.

She ran up to where not-Elvis was waiting for her, her shots not meant to hit the ghost but the floating notes surrounding him, knocking them away from the defense barrier. Danny jumped in once he saw his chance, hand ready to grab the ghost-

Elvis laughed, took a breath and opened his mouth. “At last~!”

The blast pushed the Fenton siblings back, Danny just barely in time to catch Jazz before she hit the ground.

“-my love has come along~”

Was that…?

“My lonely days are over and life is like a song~”

Etta James? Was the Elvis ghost seriously singing that?

Jason looked at where Jazz was wincing and trying to cover her ears. Right, his mouthpiece went over the ears and muffled some of the sound, so he wasn’t as affected. Danny was worse, barely able to stand up with the noise - Phantom had sensitive ears, they’ve come to learn in their investigation of what they thought was a metahuman.

He needed to help them.

Quickly, he ran to where Jazz was struggling to aim her gun with the horrible noise, and opened her left holster to steal one of her guns.

“Consider this payback!” he shouted at her, but she probably couldn’t hear him or read his lips with the mask in the way.

“My heart was wrapped up in clover~” Jason aimed at the ghost’s chest, not sure if it would actually work. “-the night I looked at-”

He took the shot. One, two, three times. The guns were different from what he was used to, but familiar enough to not skew his aim too much. It was more like a laser gun from a sci-fi TV series - but it did real damage.

Elvis screamed and grunted, knocked back a little by the shot. At least he stopped singing.

“Thanks,” Jazz breathed in relief. “You can keep that, for now.” She nodded at the weird ray gun in his hand.

He rolled his eyes at her words, not giving her the satisfaction at the call back to the mall fight, and nodded at her.

“Any pointers I need?”

“They heat up a little more than a normal gun, so space out the shots. No need to reload, or anything like that,” she glanced nervously at Danny, who recovered quickly and started blasting the ghost. “We don’t need to kill him, just tire him enough so he stays still for capture.”

“Got it.”

“And don’t stay in the same place too long - even if your core is not fully developed, ecto blasts will probably hurt you.”

That was something he wanted to follow up on later, but let it go for now. “Understood.”

Jazz breathed in, breathed out. “And don’t die.”

This made him chuckle. “Never try to.”

She rolled her eyes. “Could have fooled me.”

Before he could continue the banter, Jazz tensed and jumped back. Right where she had been standing a stray green blast hit the ground.

“DANNY.” She screamed in the general direction of the fight.

“Sorry~” The halfa singsonged as he flew by, dodging more of those music notes with ease. “It’s not my fault that you lovebirds chose this moment to-”

“Shield!”

He didn’t hesitate - Danny obeyed his sister and put up a green shield without looking, just in time to block incoming attacks that would have hit them all.

It was obvious that these two had fought together before. A team. There was an underlying trust between them, in the way that as soon as the attack stopped, Jazz jumped into action and slid from under the fading shield, guns at the ready.

Elvis didn’t expect that, eating a few blasts in the face.

“Why!?” He screamed. “Why are you guys getting in the way of love~!”

This time they were ready when the sonic blast hit - Jason knew when his turn was due, standing up and shooting at the ghost in the chest, now a bit more familiar with what he had to do with the gun.

“Not bad, sweetheart.” Jazz patted him in the arm and took a few shots of her own.

Danny lunged again, closing the distance with the ghost, arms ready to grab him and make him stand still. Elvis growled, strumming his acoustic guitar once again; but instead of notes, what appeared were staves, the five lines where usually the notes were placed in a music sheet.

The lines approached Danny faster than he could dodge them all, grabbing him by the arms and legs.

“Oh, no, I’m definitely not into that shit!”

He transformed his legs into a tail and managed to get it free, but the arms stayed tangled in the magical ghostly lines.

“Distract him.” Jazz gave Jason her gun and withdrew one of the knives she had on her vest, making a run for her brother.

Alright. He can be a nuisance.

Jason quickly grappled away into a more advantageous position where he had a clear sight of the ghost from behind. He aimed and shot, ready for the glare and the strumming of the guitar, for the sharp music notes and the strings of staves coming after him.

He jumped away, flipping and missing the attacks by inches, not having time to stop between the onslaughts. Ghosts didn’t tire of get out of breath, it seemed, because pretty quickly he had to make a jump and seek solace behind some brick structure on the rooftop only so he could take a breather.

“What the-”

One of the guns was making a beeping sound, the green light (leds?) on the side blinking slowly. It didn’t look good. He had to go back and ask Jazz what was wrong with it.

He took a peek and the ghost Elvis’ attention was back on the siblings, Danny now free and flying circles around the enemy, looking for a chance to strike that wasn’t reflected by a magical music note or parried with the guitar.

Jason carefully grappled back to the ground, seamlessly landing next to where Jazz was running behind the flying ghosts down the road.

“Hey, wanna switch?”

She glanced at him, doing a double take once she saw the beeping gun. “Throw that!”

He didn’t need to be told twice - without breaking his stride he hurled the thing as far as he could, in the direction of the fight, and watched as she threw her knife at it.

The explosion was bright, and loud, and now her wide eyes and panicked tone made sense. It also made sense why she carried so many guns.

“What-”

“Q&A later!”

Right. The fight.

Jason stopped just for a moment to pick up her knife, which got stuck on the concrete road, and followed her and the sounds of that horrible singing.

Soon it was obvious that the ghost wouldn’t stop and he was only playing with them, tiring them. Running around and shooting or throwing stuff at him didn’t get them anywhere, and Danny was being tossed to walls more easily, and recuperating a bit slower.

Jazz seemed to get to the same conclusion. She helped her brother up from the small crater he created when he landed after the latest sonic blast, telling him something via facial and hand gestures that Jason couldn’t follow.

Danny frowned but nodded, and was up in the air again.

“Hey.” She said once she turned to look at him, grabbing his hand and tugging on it. “Can you get me to that rooftop?”

He looked at where she was pointing and nodded. No sweat. He had done higher than that.

“Hop on, princess.”

She huffed but walked into his awaiting arms, looping her arms around his neck, and didn’t comment on the pet name or how his grip on her waist was a bit firmer than was necessary.

Even with the added weight his grapple gun could make the trip up to where she asked him to, and soon they were running to the other side of the roof and towards where Danny had cornered the ghost in a nearby alley.

“It’s over, dude. Surrender.”

Elvis stopped, carefully strumming some chords in his guitar, considering. If he knew they were watching from the roof, he didn’t show it.

“You can’t stop me, you can’t stop my work.”

“Dude, you are marrying complete strangers without their consent. That’s not cool at all.”

Jason watched as Jasmine quietly unlooped the giant rifle she still had on her back, kneeling so she could start preparing it. Was she going to use it? Part of him was excited, he was curious to see what kind of damage it could do, and why she had called it “Moral Support” - the name was badass as hell.

“They are not strangers, they have potential!” Elvis did a riff on his guitar, making a point. “They will have enough time to get to know each other! That’s what love is for!”

Jason winced. That was not how love worked, not that he had a lot of experience, but he had been painfully aware of every one of his brother’s and Bruce’s failed relationships.

(And his parents’.)

Just as quietly as she was assembling the gun, Jazz scoffed. She apparently shared his opinion.

Good.

Not that it was important, since they would not be married anymore after they caught the ghost.

(What a shame. This was fun. She was fun.)

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree, young King,” Jazz jumped and looked up from her work, eyes wild, “because what I started cannot be stopped. I cannot be stopped! I am cupid, the love god, and is my duty to-”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Get in the thermos.”

“Didn’t you hear? I am the love god!”

“And I’m Danny Phantom, now get in the thermos!”

Jazz rolled her eyes, the weapon in her hands now properly assembled once she pushed a button. It made a noise like it was charging up and she placed down on the floor, getting down in position. Jason couldn’t stop noticing how comfortable she looked, prone on the rooftop, with what he could guess was some kind of sniper rifle in her hands, waiting for her shot.

She had done this before. And she looked gorgeous.

A scream brought him out from his musings and he looked away from the sniping goddess to find the retreating figure of the Elvis ghost flying away faster than how he had flown as they fought him. Danny quickly followed, trying to slow him down.

He looked at Jazz again, how she tensed and relaxed, how she controlled her breathing and put her finger on the trigger.

“Stop breathing.”

It took a second to realize she was talking to him. He obeyed, holding his breath, waiting to see if she could make the shot. They were getting away, and fast, and whatever that big ass gun did couldn’t be good if she hit her brother by accident. It showed the amount of trust between them-

Jazz whistled, the piercing sound loud on his ears, and Danny moved away just in time to avoid the brightest laser Jason had ever seen. It was big, it made a noise like a firework as it soared through the sky, hitting the ghost right in his chest before he could make a shield or use his guitar to stop it.

Elvis trembled in the air as if shocked by a taser for a few seconds, his form flickering, unstable, before plummeting to the ground.

Jazz breathed in relief and stood back up.

“Good shot,” he couldn’t help but say. That was impressive. “That shit must have a recoil like crazy.”

“It really does,” she rolled her shoulder, “and it can only take one shot before having to recharge for a day. But it’s worth it.”

Just one shot, huh.

“What does it do?”

She made a face, quickly picking up the rifle and undoing her previous work. “It destabilized a ghost’s core. Momentarily.”

That didn’t sound good. It sounded dangerous, and by her somber expression, it was painful and cruel.

But it was the only thing that stopped that ghost.

“You did well.”

She looked at him funny, like she didn’t expect supporting words. “I know. Let’s go.”

Jazz looped the strap of the gun around her neck again and jumped into his arms without prompting. It felt good, natural, to have her close. Her touch was cold even through the layers of the suit, but it wasn’t uncomfortable; and the way her body perfectly fit with his, like it was meant to be there, was… nice.

Maybe it was the curse speaking, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it.

In any case, he had to shelve those thoughts until he could unpack that underlying attraction, and maybe check if she was okay with it?

He quickly grappled them to where he saw the ghost fall, gently letting her down, and smiling when she said a quiet “thank you”, even if she couldn’t see it.

They found Danny smugly standing next to a green dome with the Elvis ghost sitting in it, defeated. His arms crossed over his chest and his lips in a pout, and his guitar broken at his side. However, his face lit up when he saw them land together.

“Oh, yes, my greatest match!”

Jazz didn’t find it funny. She immediately pointed a gun at the ghost.

“Undo it.”

He laughed. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” She placed her finger on the trigger. Jason appreciated the enthusiasm, but he wasn’t sure if the shot would bounce on the green shield.

Elvis chuckled, and stood - flew? Floated? - to an upwards position.

“Honey, a royal bond cannot be broken that easily.”

She froze. “A what?”

The ghost sighed, clasping his hands together with a wistful expression. “What was my surprise when I saw you two together at the mall. My greatest work! The Princess and a Knight, a match made in heaven.”

Jason saw the moment Jazz’s mind disconnected. He wasn’t following what was going on that well, but by Danny’s sudden ashen expression and how he tried to sneakily step away from his sister’s field of vision, he assumed something was up.

“You guys even did the rope ceremony on your own! It was destiny, I tell you. Destiny.” He turned to look at Jason now, his red eyes piercing. “The moment I saw you fight together I knew this would be my magnum opus.”

“Danny? What is he talking about?” She lowered her gun, but Danny froze like she was pointing it at him. “Princess? Royal bond?”

“Uh… I may have- I mean, I was gonna tell you when I visited, I promise, but stuff came up and then-”

“Danny.”

“I may have, uh, I am the Ghost King now?” He smiled nervously.

Jazz wasn’t smiling back.

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[eeldritchblast]

Editing Face Textures for Baldur’s Gate 3 (as of Early Access – Patch 9)

Disclaimer: I’m definitely not claiming to be the expert on this, I’m just sharing what I’ve figured out thus far upon request from an anon looking to play with this too.

TOOLS USED:

GIMP 2.8.18 (+DDS Plugin)

BG3 Modder's Multitool

PART 1: Unpacking the textures

After configuring the BG3 Modder’s Multitool (click the asterisk), you can use it to unpack the textures.pak file found in Steam\steamapps\common\Baldurs Gate 3\Data, or wherever you have the game files installed.

Click the “unpack .pak files” button and select the checkbox next to Texture.pak in the selection window that pops up. Then exit the selection and wait for the textures to unpack. This may take a few minutes. The application will create a folder called UnpackedData where the files will appear.

(Because there’s so many texture files, I highly suggest deleting folders you will likely never use to keep your computer clean.)

Face textures are found under Textures\Generated\Public\Shared\Assets\Characters\_Models, then sorted by Race folders – for example, Humans, and then for example HUM_F_NKD or HUM_M_NKD, and then by individual head, for example HUM_F_Head_E\Resources.

A great resource to help identify what textures go with what head is Padme4000’s CC Head References PDF, which you can download HERE.

In this tutorial, we’ll be changing the eyebrows for TIF_F_Head_C with the eyebrows from ELF_F_Head_F.

I suggest copying the textures you are using into a new folder so not to accidentally edit over the vanilla ones.

PART 2: Editing the textures

There are 3-5 textures found in each resource folder per head: CLEA, HMVY, NM are the only ones you need—and sometimes you don’t even need HMVY, depending on what you’re doing. Sometimes there’s also a MSK file, but you can ignore this one. Tieflings also have a BM file for the horns, but you can ignore this too.

Open the CLEA file in GIMP. Click on Colours > Components > Decompose with RGB as the model selected. (For some reason edited CLEA files are unfriendly with alpha. I don’t know why.) This will create a new image file with the channels separated into different layers. You can close the original.

Red will contain the face details. Green will contain the eyebrows. Blue will contain the lips. Sometimes eyebrow details are included in Red as well—such as the case in what we’re doing—but most of the time with eyebrows, it’s just a matter of switching out the Green channels.

For this tutorial, I pasted the elf red channel over the tiefling red channel, then cut away the changes I want to keep. Then I replaced the Green channel completely with the new eyebrows.

After you’ve made your edits, click Colours > Components > Compose with RGB as the model selected. This will create a new composed CLEA file for you to save as a .dds with the following settings:

For HMVY next, do the exact same thing as I did with CLEA, but this time with alpha included (RGBA). This is the file that you can make changes to things like adding or removing freckles to, by placing dark dots on the Green channel or getting rid of them using the Healing Tool. When you’re done, again, Compose the image but with RGBA this time, and save it as .dds with the same settings.

When editing the NM, I prefer to make changes channel by channel just the same as with CLEA and HMVY to be super safe. Make sure to use RGBA again, like with HMVY. The only channels you need to edit with NM is Green, Blue, and Alpha.

PART 3: Replacing the textures

Assuming you’re replacing a vanilla set of textures, here is the loose file way of doing so. (AKA the only method I know currently…)

Remember the file path of where the vanilla textures were extracted? You need to recreate that file path in your Data folder where the game files are installed. So in this example, that would be Data\Generated\Public\Shared\Assets\Characters\_Models\Tieflings\TIF_F_NKD\TIF_F_Head_C\Resources. Drop the new .dds files in the appropriate folder path, and start the game to view your changes!

#tutorial #bg3 modding

[lastavenged]

( for clea :3 )

"STRANGE!" Wong shouts, bringing Stephen back to this plane of reality. Stephen looks down to see his own cup of tea has been overflowing for the past... uh, he's not sure how long.

There's tea all over the floor. Anton and Aleister are snickering to themselves.

❝ He likes what he sees. ❞ ❝ He sees what he likes. ❞

Stephen's cheeks darken to about every possible variation of crimson as he darts out of the room. It's not the first time he's been caught staring at Clea... It probably won't be the last either.

There's a guest over at the Sanctum upon the invitation of Clea herself. A pixie of whom is an immigrant to Earth that the sorceress had met at on of the hidden goblin markets amongst Earth. The woman had invited them to join her for tea at the Sanctum as they were lost with Earth, struggling with the adjustment to gravity (something that the Faltine could greatly relate to) among understanding the domains of Earth.

Clea's an immigrant herself, so she felt that she may be able to give them some guidance as well as introduce them to the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth and the Sanctum. If you need any help, we are here to help you, among the lines of their discussion. That followed with some whispered thoughts about Stpehen and Wong; Clea thoughts of Stephen paired with a smile, a laugh. They had retired to the parlor now, talking more about their complaints they had about Earth. Gravity was the big one, the pixie's complaints about glamours, and othere odd quirks that humanity had.

However, the rest of the Santcum residents were not so far out of sight or Clea's earshot. STRANGE! Wong's familiar voice breaks their conversation, Clea and the pixie's eyes straying over to the others. Tea is spilling from Stephen's cup, far beyond its capacity, and her eyes search up towards his face. Eye contact is made, her eyebrow raising up at what he does doing. She can imagine that Anton and Aleister have some form of commntary to what he was doing. How she'd like to overhear.

He sees what he likes, there's Anton's voice always being louder than Aleisters's, enough so that she and the pixie overhear and giggle about. Well, what does he see that he likes?

Her conversation had already been wrapping up, offers that Bats will show the pixie out the back way, and gets up to go investigate where Stephen had gone off to. Clea slips in by him, nudges his arm and grins up to him. ❝ I am pretty sure a great sorcerer ⸻ ❞

HIM ⸻ ❝ once said that tea is meant to stay within its cup. ❞ There's always this fluttery feeling when around him; one she knows isn't simply Earth energy meets Dark Dimension energy. ❝ What did you see to distract you so? ❞ She thinks she knows.

#this was so cute. i'm screaming. this is so cute and she's feeling flirty about it. #we approve of his simp behavior. #i love them. i love this. enjoy this little read. #[ ic ] clea strange #[ duo ] clea strange / strxngetimes #[ ship; strxngetimes ] pending tag #strxngetimes

[sinkat-arts]

Daisuga WIP Wednesday

Context: It's the day after their Interhigh loss against Seijoh, and Daichi's still recovering from a pretty bad night, which included an argument with his mother. Daichi's just bumped into a guidance counselor who was looking for Suga. This leads up to the stairwell conversation that happens in canon. Also, it's pre-relationship.

--

The spiral descended again. If the counselor wanted to talk about the rest of the schoolyear, Daichi reasoned, that could really only mean one thing. The timing worked out for it to be a discussion around Suga’s plans to keep playing, anyway. They’d said they’d keep playing - all three of them promised, but… 

Does going to nationals get you into college?

His mother’s words, aggravating as it was to have them in his head right now, did merit consideration. Even more so for Suga than him, he figured. In his estimation, he wasn't much to write home about, but Suga was smart. It was easy to forget, and Daichi doubted that the rest of the team understood just how smart he was, but it was clear every time test scores were posted. He was always in the top 5-10, which meant Suga was in a completely different league. 

He’d be first… no one could touch him if he didn’t spend so much time practicing… maybe it would be better for him to focus more on his future… maybe our time really is done… 

Daichi shook his head, gripping his phone in his hand. “Done” was a word like “last” and “final.” It was a reminder that change was catching up with them - that they were very close to saying goodbye. A low panic started to burrow into his chest - his heart was beating just a little too fast and his lungs were just a little too empty for comfort. He had to… he needed to… do something. Anything. Whatever kept his hands busy and his mind distracted.

And he had to do it away from his best friends, else risk letting them see how shaken he really was today. He decided on a destination and shot off a message to Suga.   

Daichi: Sorry. Looks like I’m missing lunch today.

Pocketing his phone, he turned and headed straight for the gym. He felt the inevitable notifications - probably Suga asking why he was missing lunch - and made a note to make up a believable excuse later. It wasn’t unheard of to get waylaid by a teacher or underclassman over the lunch break, after all. Daichi was a terrible liar, but if he really was doing something productive, it wouldn’t be a total lie. He was sure there was something he could do in the gym… make sure all their gear was in order for tomorrow’s practice, for one. As far as excuses go, it would be flimsy, but…

“So you’re standing me up. Today?” A familiar voice interrupted him as he made his way down the stairwell. Suga stood there, looking more than a little aggravated and out of breath. He must have run straight there from the courtyard. 

“No?” Daichi answered, reaching the landing where Suga stood, “I was just going to go… check our equipment. Fresh start tomorrow, right?” He struggled to keep his face and tone within the bounds of his usual attitude. Judging by the unimpressed look on Suga’s face, however, he knew he was failing. 

“Because nets and balls have a tendency to escape in the night?” Suga asked, one eyebrow raised. 

“You can’t be too safe,” Daichi replied, and even he had to admit how lame he sounded. Very unconvincing in front of yet another person who could, more often than not, read him like a book. 

“Daichi, come on. What's going o…” Suga started in a softer tone, taking a step towards him.

“Suga?” came a voice from below, accompanied by heavy footsteps, “Did you… did you find him?” Asahi had been following, then. Daichi’s mission to avoid them while he was feeling like shit had failed spectacularly.

“There you are,” Asahi said, smiling, but it faded when he sensed the tension between his two friends. “What’s... what's up?” 

“Daichi was just making up a reason for skipping out on lunch,” Suga answered, looking intently into Daichi’s eyes. It was a clear challenge… he was definitely angry, and maybe he had a right to be a little mad, but… coming at Daichi this directly was… it didn’t make sense. 

Daichi found that he couldn’t meet that gaze for too long, not when Suga was absolutely correct about his failed lie. Sighing, he turned to look out the window. 

“Sorry, you got me,” he relented, “I’ve just been… thinking.” 

“About?” Asahi asked, lifting the boxed drink in his hand to his mouth to take a sip. “Is everything ok?”

No, everything is not ok. 

Daichi was officially backed into a corner. How could he tell them what was really on his mind? How could he frame it in a way that would make sense… but wouldn’t let them know just how much of a mess he was? Indecision clogged up the works, making it hard for his mind to find the angle, the right way to approach this.    

“I think it’s best that we back out here,” he finally said, opting for something close to the truth. He still wasn’t sure, but thinking about his mother last night and then the guidance counselor today… maybe pulling out now really was the best course of action. For all of them.

#daisuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #daichi #suga #haikyuu #haikyu #wip wednesday #fanfic #there's a reason beyond this that Suga's mad #also their stairwell convo seemed kinda odd for Daichi #that he'd consider backing off #so I started to think of what his reasoning might be #which is part of why I began this fic in the first place

[rogeriswater]

Don’t Leave Me Now

xiii

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, masturbation, sexually explicit language

~m.r~

We had another performance tonight. It was at the Durham University Dunelm House. Billy actually decided to come tonight. I was happy that he would be coming to see me sing for once. Ronnie was also coming to take pictures, she was our photographer after all, and Clea was also coming. As for Sandy, she had found a modeling gig and was otherwise busy for the night.

I came out of the bedroom wearing my outfit for tonight. It was a yellow dress with a pair of white boots. The dress was a bit on the shorter side but I didn't care. I let my hair fall in it's natural form. "You guys ready to go?" I asked my entourage. "I don't want to be late"

Clea whistled when she saw my dress. "Look at you, girl. Who are you trying to impress tonight?" She smirked and raised her eyebrows. "A certain bassist perhaps?" She said it like my own husband wasn't even in the room.

Billy cleared his throat. "I'm right here, you know, Clea"

She rolled her eyes. "You know I don't care..."

"Clea!" I gave her a stern look. "Please behave tonight" All she did was shrug, which was her way of saying no promises. "At least don't bicker in front of everyone"

"Not that you don't look lovely, because you do, you always do" Billy said to me. "But don't you think that dress is a little too short"

I looked down at my dress. I saw absolutely nothing wrong with it. I've worn dresses this short before and he never seemed to have a problem with it. "You've seen me wear dresses like this before" I frowned.

"Yeah, but aren't you worried people will stare?"

"Honey, I'm going to be singing tonight, of course people are going to stare"

Clea groaned and decided to butt in. "When this idiot says people, what he really means is Roger"

Billy gave her a glare. "Clea, you really need to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes"

I could tell they were about to start arguing with each other so I had to step in. "Billy, you really don't have anything to worry about. Clea, can you stop putting ideas in his head?"

Honestly, I would prefer if they just didn't talk at all. Clea, so very immaturely, stuck her tongue out at Billy. In return, Billy flashed her the finger. "Okay, let's go!" I began clapping my hands as I urged everyone out. "Move, move, move!"

Clea practically shoved Billy out of the way so that she could leave first. He cursed at her under his breath. As Ronnie and I were about to head out the door, I stopped her so I could ask a favour. "I'm begging you, please keep Billy and Clea as far away from each other as possible"

"Why did you even invite one if you knew the other was coming anyways?" Ronnie asked me.

"Because I'm never going to choose one over the other" I explained. I really couldn't even if I tried. Clea's been my best friend since we've been little kids, and Billy is the love of my life. "Just promise me you'll keep an eye on them"

"I promise, pup" She said. She pat me on the back and we were headed out the door.

...

Billy drove us all the way there. He and Clea managed to not bicker the whole way. I just knew, however, that wasn't going to last the whole night. I could see the determination in Clea's eyes that she wanted to start shit with Billy.

We went inside the house. I found and told the crew tonight who I was and they led me to a room. Turns out that I got my own dressing room. There was a couch inside so everyone took a seat. Billy and Clea made sure to sit on opposite ends, and Ronnie was stuck in the middle.

Soon after, there was a knocking on the door. Surprise, surprise, it was Roger. I grinned at him. "How many times is there going to be a knock on my door and it's you on the other side?" I asked him.

Roger laughed. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Thought you'd want your own dressing room, for privacy, y'know"

"That was sweet of you" I said. "Do you and the boys all share one?"

He nodded. "I mean, you can share with us if you want to"

I snorted. "I like the privacy, thank you. You just want an excuse to see my tits" I heard Billy clear his throat. My eyes widened. Shit, had I said that out loud?

Roger smirked and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I bet you have a nice pair, sunshine"

"Roger!" I lightly hit him on the arm. "Behave yourself, my husband is here"

"Right" Roger's smirk turned into a tight frown. He looked at Billy. "Pleasure seeing you again, Billy"

"Feelings mutual" Billy said, his tone neutral.

Roger went back to looking at me. "Can I see you privately in the hall?" He asked. I nodded and let him pull me into the hallway, aware the Billy's eyes were on us.

"What's wrong, Roger?" I asked, wondering why we needed to speak privately. Or maybe he didn't want to speak at all. He just wanted an excuse to be alone with me before the show.

"You look so pretty, tonight" Roger said. Yep, he just wanted to be alone with me. He put his hands on my waist.

"Roger" My tone warned him. He shouldn't be doing this. Not when Billy could walk out of the room at any second. "Billy, is—"

"I don't give a fuck about him" He spat. He leaned in and I could feel the tip of his nose brush against my neck. His hot breath tickled my skin. "You drive me so fucking crazy"

"I thought we agreed to just be friends" I reminded him.

"Of course we're friends, darling" Roger said. "But friends can still fuck each other"

I felt my face heat up when he said that. Believe me, if I wasn't married and he didn't have a girlfriend, I would not hesitate to fuck Roger. "But we can't. I've got Billy, you have Judy"

"I've thought about you while fucking her" My mouth fell open and my eyes blinked while I tried to process what Roger just said. If I said that didn't make my pussy throb, then I would be lying.

"You what?" I asked, even thought I heard him loud and clear. He didn't say anything. I could feel him smirk against me, and then he started pressing kisses to my neck. My eyes closed and I let out a quiet moan. I should be pushing him away from me, but I wasn't.

I could hear the door about to open so I quickly pushed Roger off of me. He looked hurt when I did that, and it made me feel so guilty. But why? That's not where my guilt should be! "Maggie, is everything okay out here?" Billy asked me.

I smiled at him, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. "Yes, honey. Everything is fine!"

Billy looked at Roger, eyeing him suspiciously. Roger faked him a smile. "Yeah, we're fine. Just wanted to go over the set list with Maggie"

"Oh" I could hear it in Billy's tone that he didn't quite believe that. My stomach churned in guilt. Billy's arm found my waist. He pulled me against him and pressed a kiss to my temple. "Y'know, tonight is actually my first time seeing Maggie perform"

"I think you'll be very impressed with her" Roger said fondly. "She's quite the entertainer"

"I think you'll be impressed by the whole band, really" I said.

"Speaking of the whole band, the girls are here and they want to see you before we go on" Roger told me.

"Alright, I'll be right there" I said. Roger gave me another grin before returning the boys' dressing room. I turned to Billy. "You wanna meet the other member of the wives club?" I teased him.

Billy chuckled. "I'm a wife now, am I?"

"Well, technically Nick is the only one who's married. Richard and Roger have girlfriends, and I've never seen Syd with a girl" I explained.

"In that case, I would very much like to meet my fellow club members" Billy said.

 "Wonderful!" I beamed. I peeked my head into my dressing room. "Ronnie! Clea! Let's go!"

Ronnie made sure to grab her camera. "Where are we going?" She asked as her and Clea joined us in the hallway. "You going on already?"

"No, the girls just want to see me" I said. The four of us made our way to the other dressing room where my band mates and their girlfriends were waiting.

...

I could hear the chatter as soon as we reached the room. I knocked on the door, and I heard a voice yell. "Come in!" I opened the door and walked inside.

"Maggie!" Lindy was the first to greet me. She walked over and hugged me. "So good to see you again, hun"

"You too, Lin" I said.

Juliette walked over as well. "How's everything been?" She asked me.

"Things have been very good" I answered. "You two remember Clea, right?"

"How could we forget?" Juliette said.

"And this is my sister, Ronnie" I pointed to her.

"A photographer!" Lindy noticed the camera. "Here to take pictures of the show then?"

"I am, considering I've been assigned as Pink Floyd's official photographer" Ronnie said. She smiled at me and pat my head. "Also here to support my dear baby sister"

"Are all the Fox girls so pretty?" Juliette said.

"If you think we're pretty, you should see our brother Lee" Ronnie mentioned. "Talk about high maintenance. More so than his wife"

Lindy and Juliette both laughed at that. "Your sister is fun, Mags" Lindy said. Finally, her eyes landed on the man beside me. "Billy, right? Maggie's husband?"

"That would be me" Billy smiled, looking at me as if he was surprised I mentioned him at all.

"You didn't tell us how handsome he was!" Juliette gushed. She grabbed his face and smooshed his cheeks. "Just look at these cheekbones!"

Lindy giggled. "And I've never seen such curly hair before!" She added, running her fingers through my husband's hair. Billy blushed from all the attention. I found the sight amusing, and apparently so did Nick and Richard because they were laughing.

Roger came up beside me to speak in my ear. "I think Lin and Julie might have just stole your husband"

I giggled. "Don't worry, I trust them"

"What's going on in here?" I heard Judy's voice. She had come into the room. My stomach flipped with guilt. I can't believe Roger had the audacity to tell me he thought about me while having sex with her, when he brought her with him.

"Oh, just Lindy and Juliette fawning over my husband" I explained.

Judy's eyes sparked with interest. "You brought your husband?"

Billy, now free from Lindy and Juliette's grasp, looked towards Judy and waved at her. "Hi, I'm Billy"

When Billy spoke to her, Judy almost looked too stunned to speak. "I'm Judy. Roger's girlfriend" The two of them shook hands. I couldn't help but notice how she was staring at him. "Maggie has mentioned you quite a few times"

"And Roger has mentioned you a few times" Billy said. "Never said how pretty you were, though"

I knew Billy was just being friendly when he said that. But seeing the way Judy blushed after he said that, it didn't sit right with me. "I thought Judy didn't like coming to the shows?" I asked Roger.

"She wanted to come to this one" He explained to me. "Was curious to see you perform" I would've felt flattered, but considering Judy's feelings about me, it was probably just her want to see her competition. Which I wasn't and I just wanted her to realize that.

 There was another knock on the door. Andrew popped in. "Everything is all set up. It's time for you guys to go on" After he informed us of that, he left.

"Let's get out there then, yeah?" Roger said. He took my hand and pulled me out of the room. I took a glance behind me and saw that Judy and Billy were walking together. "Everything okay, darling?" I heard Roger ask me.

"Yeah" I nodded, looking forward again. "I'm okay"

~b.r~

It surprised me about how many people were here for them. Pink Floyd already had quite a following, it would seem. There had been a little makeshift stage set up with all the equipment for them. There was a spot open for all of us in front so that's where we went to go stand.

"How is she?" I asked Lindy who was standing to my left. "You've seen her perform before, right?"

Lindy nodded. "She's got an incredible voice! And the way she sways with the music is hypnotizing" I knew what Lindy was talking about. Maggie wasn't much of a dancer, but she always found a way to let the music move her. "You're gonna be so proud of her, hun!"

"I mean, I already am" I stated. And it was true, whether my wife was in law school or the lead singer of a band, I don't think there was anything she could do to disappoint me.

The lights in the room dimmed and the crowd began to quiet down. I took that as a sign that the show was about to begin. Maggie took a step up to the microphone. She searched the crowd and her eyes caught mine. She flashed me a smile.

"What a lovely audience we have tonight" She spoke to the crowd. There was no cheering, no applauding, just a respectful silence. "We're Pink Floyd and we're here to perform for you tonight. On the drums we have Nick Mason, on keyboard we've got Richard Wright, lead guitar is Syd Barrett, Roger Waters on the bass, and then finally, I'm Maggie Fox"

Wait, she was using her maiden name? She never told me she was using her maiden name. I admit, that disappointed me a little. Was there something wrong with my name? Was she ashamed to use it?

They jumped right into the first song. I forgot about the whole name thing in that moment when I saw Maggie begin to move. Then her voice belted out and it was like falling in love with her all over again.

As my attention was on Maggie, I had barely noticed that Roger had kept staring at her. Well, I had noticed. But I tried not to let it bother me. "I can see why Roger wanted her to join now" I heard a voice from beside me. It was Judy. "She's really got a voice"

I smiled proudly. "Yeah, she does"

"You really love her, don't you?"

"She's the love of my life" My voice almost broke when I said that. I don't think anything or anyone could tear me and Maggie apart. Not even my parents, and believe me, they tried. I never understood what their problem with her was. They always thought she wasn't good enough for me. And Clea, I know she tries encouraging Maggie to cheat on me.

I noticed Judy staring at me. "What?"

She smiled. "It's just the way you say that about her, it's really sweet"

"Well, I'm sure Roger loves you the same"

Judy sighed. "He does, but I wish he would show it more often. He hasn't even asked me to marry him yet"

"He'll come around" I assured her, putting my hand on her arm. "You're a lovely woman. He'd be an idiot not to"

Judy gave me a smile, which I returned before my attention turned back to the show. The band as a whole was great. I had a feeling that they were going to make it big. And I was happy that Maggie was going to be apart of that.

~m.r~

Our show had finished and we had garnered an applause. We all took a bow before heading back to the dressing room. When we got in there, I was pulled into a group hug where I was squished in the middle of four boys.

"Guys!" I gasped for my breath, while also trying not to giggle. "Can't breath!"

"Sorry, Maggie" Rick apologized as they all let me go. "You were just bloody amazing"

I blushed. "Come on, you guys were great too"

"Yes, but all eyes were on you"

"Including Roger's" Syd pointed out. I looked at Roger, who was now sitting on the couch and lighting a cigarette. He didn't seem to hear what Syd had said.

"I say that we go out for drinks tonight" Nick suggested as he draped his arm over my shoulder. "And we toast to Maggie, the pretty one!"

I raised an eyebrow. "The pretty one? Really, Nick?"

"Well, clearly you're prettier than the rest of us"

I bit my lip as I smiled. I looked to Roger. "I think Rog has me beat on that one" I know he heard that because he smirked at me. Syd, Nick, and Richard began talking amongst themselves, while I went over to Roger. He stared up at me as I stood in front of him.

"Can I bum one off of you?" I asked, referring to the cigarettes.

"Of course, darling" He took one out for me. I leaned over and let him place the cigarette in my mouth. He then lit it for me as well. I stared him in the eyes as I took a puff from my cig and blew out the smoke. "You make that look real sexy, y'know?"

"Yeah?"

He put his hand on my lower back and pulled me as close to him as he could, considering our position. "You have no idea what you're doing to me"

Roger and I didn't stay like that for long as our partners had returned to us. Roger's hand dropped from my back, and I took a few steps back from him. "Where's Clea?" I asked when I noticed the missing face.

"Last we saw her she was leaving with some guy she just met" Juliette explained. That sounded like Clea alright. "By the way, great show as always"

I smiled at the praise. But the opinion I cared most about right now was Billy's. "Did you like the show, honey?"

"It was amazing" Billy said. The smile he wore turned into a frown. "But you know how I feel about you smoking" I rolled my eyes at him. "Can we talk privately?"

"Fine" I agreed. Billy and I stepped out into the hallway. I caught a glimpse of Roger staring at us intently while Judy sat beside him. She was talking to him but I could tell he wasn't listening.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were going to use your maiden name?" Billy almost sounded hurt when he said that. I didn't think it would affect him that much.

"I didn't think it would be that big of a deal" I said.

"But it is to me!" His voice raised a little bit, but not enough so that he was yelling. "Are you ashamed of me?"

How dare he say something like that! "I'm not ashamed of you, Billy! How the fuck do you get that idea?"

"Then how come you're going by Fox and not Robinson?"

"Roger thought—"

"So it was Roger's idea?" His attitude changed as soon as Roger was brought up. "You shouldn't let him make decisions for you"

"Roger never made the decision for me" I made clear. "He just made a suggestion, and I went along with it"  I put my hand on Billy's cheek, but he turned his head away from my hand. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Really?"

 "I really don't like Roger and I don't trust him around you" Billy never even looked at me when he said that.

"Do you trust me?" I asked. He didn't answer that. He didn't look at me. He just remained silent. Now I was pissed off.  "We're going out for drinks. Join us or don't. I honestly don't give a shit"

I took a long drag of my cigarette as I went back inside the room. I managed to hide my tension but Ronnie, being my sister, could spot it right away. "You okay, pup?" She asked, putting her arm around me.

Before I could answer Ronnie, Billy came back inside. He gave me a sorry look but I ignored it. I didn't want to be around him right now. I walked away from him and joined Roger and Judy on the couch. "You and Billy alright, Maggie?" Judy asked me.

"Jude, you don't need to get in the middle of it" Roger said.

"I'm just asking her, Roger!"

"It's fine" I insisted. "We just had a stupid argument. Now he's pissed me off, and I don't want to talk to him"

Judy began rubbing my arm. "Don't let it ruin your night" She was being nice all of a sudden. Was it because she saw me with my husband and no longer saw me as a threat? Or was she truly trying to be a friend? "We'll go out for drinks and have fun, right?"

I smiled at Judy. "Yeah, you're right" I wasn't going to let some argument ruin my night.

...

We wound up going to a bar that was just a few blocks off of the campus. We managed to find a booth that sat all of us. I was still ignoring Billy. And thankfully, he understood I needed the space. Still, that didn't stop him from coming along. And I wasn't going to. He deserved to have fun as well.

I decided to head over to the bar. No one seemed to have noticed that I left the booth. They were all laughing over each other. I sat down and ordered a drink. I wasn't alone for very long as Roger had come to join me.

"Why are you over here, darling?" He asked me.

"I need my space" I explained. I saw that Roger was about to leave so I stopped him. "No, please stay. I meant space from—"

"Billy" Roger finished for me. "What did you two argue about anyways?"

I sighed. "Not that it's any of your business, but he got a little upset that I used my maiden name" I decided to leave out the part where he said he didn't trust Roger.

"It really isn't a big deal what name you use" Roger said. "Either way, you're still married. You've still got a ring on your finger"

"Yeah" I glanced at the gold ring on my finger. "Speaking of rings, when are you asking Judy to marry you?" It was Roger's turn to sigh. He took a sip of his drink. "You love her, don't you?"

"Yes, but I don't need to marry her to prove that. I think our relationship is fine as it is" Roger said. I rolled my eyes. What a true romantic he was.

"I still think you should ask her" I pushed. "Make her your fiancé at least. I'll even go ring shopping with you!"

Roger chuckled. "You sound very excited at the prospect of going ring shopping"

"Well, I never got an engagement ring" I admitted. "Never even got a proper proposal, Billy just said, 'hey, we're officially out of high school now, let's get married.' Within a half hour, we were married" It would have been nice to actually have been engaged. I wanted to have a diamond ring to wear on my finger and show to my friends.

"Please don't look so sad, darling" Roger reached over a brushed my hair out of my face. "You're too pretty to look sad"

I smiled. Another song began to play and immediately recognized it. It was Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli. It had only been out for a few months but I already knew it quite well. "Oh, I love this song!" I got up and stood next to Roger. I put my hand on his arm. "Come dance with me?"

"I'm not really much of a dancer" He told me.

"Please?" My hand ran down the length of his arm until it grabbed onto his own hand. "We don't have to dance, really. You can just sway with me" Roger caved in and followed me to the dance floor. We held hands and stood close to each other as we swayed to the music. "You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you" I sang along.

Roger smiled at me. "You really do have a lovely voice, y'know?" He pulled me closer to him so that our bodies were pressed together. "I could listen to you sing all day"

"Well, you kind of have to now, don't you?" I joked with him.

"Keep singing" He encouraged. So that's what I did. I continued singing along with the song. He spun me around so that my back was now pressed against him. His arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned my head back so that it was against his shoulder. "Can I ask you something, darling?"

"What is it?" I wondered.

"Do you feel something between us?" When he asked that, I had to make him let go of me and I had to step away. He pouted at me. "What's wrong?"

"You can't ask me that" I said.

"But I need to know" He reached for my hand. He turned me around so I was facing him again. "Because I do, Maggie. There's something special between us, and I can feel it" He caressed my face. "And I know you feel it as well"

Did I? I mean, I was very attracted to him, I wasn't going to deny that. The temptation to fuck him was there. But my love for Billy, and my respect for Judy was preventing me from doing so. Yet, every touch and flirtation Roger gave me, sent a thrill through me. I found myself yearning for that thrill more and more.

Fuck, my head was starting to spin. I don't know if it was the drinks or if it was the way he was making me feel. I think I needed to go home. "Roger, I can't talk about this right now. I need to be getting home"

"Let me take you" He offered.

"No, that's fine" I walked over back to our table. I grabbed Billy and pulled him aside. "Are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah. Are you alright?" Billy asked.

"I just need to head home" Just because I was willing to let Billy take me home, didn't mean I had forgiven his actions tonight. "But I'm still pissed at you"

"If you'd rather have me sleep at Patrick's tonight, I will" He suggested. Patrick was one of Billy's closest friends.

"That would be best" I agreed. I went back over to the table and leaned over so I could talk to Ronnie. "Billy is taking me home. Are you coming or staying?"

"I'd like to stay if you don't mind" Ronnie decided.

"We'll make sure she gets home safe" Lindy offered.

"Leaving already?" Judy sounded a bit disappointed. But I noticed she wasn't looking at me when she said that. She was looking at Billy.

"Maggie is getting a migraine" Billy quickly made up. I realized I never gave him a reason as to why I wanted to go home. He just went with it.

“Oh, well feel better soon, alright?" Judy wished me. Roger had been sitting beside her again, watching me intently. For a moment, I locked eyes with him but had to look away when I felt that thrill go through me again.

Everyone told us goodbye. Billy walked me out. As soon as we were outside, he gently grabbed me. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"Migraine, like you said" I told him so he'd let it go. And he did. We got in the car and he drove me home. Neither of us said a word to each other.

...

I was alone. Well, I was until Ronnie would come home. I lit some candles and opened a bottle of wine. I sat on the couch as I sipped my wine. I stared at an empty space on the wall. I kept trying to think about nothing, but my mind kept wandering to Roger.

I thought about his dark hair and his beautiful eyes. I thought about his tall and lean body. I thought about those hands of his. And what he'd be able to do to me with them. The way his long fingers stroked the strings of his bass, would he be able to stroke me the same way?

Fuck, I was getting so wet. What was happening to me? I have never thought about another man sexually before. And now, here I was, ready to touch myself thinking about another man. I spread my legs apart and stuck my hand in my panties.

I pressed my finger against my clit and I began to rub. My mouth fell open and a moan slipped out. Why did Roger have to be so goddamn gorgeous? Everything about him was perfect. I rubbed myself faster, imagining that it was his fingers pleasing me instead.

I wanted his fingers touching my cunt so badly. I wanted him to make me cum on his fingers. Then with his mouth. With his cock. Fuck, I bet he had a beautiful cock. I could always see the outline of it through his pants. I don't think he ever bothered wear anything underneath.

I was so close. "Yes, yes, yes!" I chanted. I inserted a finger inside of me, pumping it, imagining that it was Roger's big cock inside of me. "Fuck me, Roger!" I hit my orgasm, cumming all over my fingers. I let myself ride out my high. I put my fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean of my juices. Though, I wished it was Roger doing it instead.

It kind of took me a moment to realize what I just did, and I couldn't help but start giggling about it. Had I really just gotten myself off to the thought of fucking another man? And had I really felt no shame for it? I'll finally admit it, then. I was lusting hard after Roger Waters.

God, what was I gonna do next time I was alone with him? There was going to be no stopping me from dropping to my knees or spreading my legs for him. The only thing I could do about it was to make sure I never had the chance of that happening. So I had to make sure that I wasn't going to be alone with him. Even if that meant I had to be the childish one and ignore him.

~r.w~

It was nearly two in the morning when Judy and I got home. I wasn't quite ready for bed yet though. I was in the mood for sex. I pulled Judy towards me and started kissing her.

"Roger, no" Judy pushed me away. "Not tonight"

She never refused sex before. "Well can I at least cum in your mouth?"

"I'm not in the mood" Judy snapped. She turned and walked away from me. "Goodnight" I then heard the bedroom door shut.

She was acting really weird tonight. Usually she was all over me, but she wasn't. Not that I minded though, really. My feelings for her haven't been as strong as they used to be lately. And I think I knew why.

All I can think about is Maggie. She was so fucking incredible. I feel some very strong emotions towards her. I don't even fucking know if I would call it love or not. Maybe infatuated is the better word. All I know is that I want to be around her all the fucking time. I've never felt this way about anybody before.

I felt my cock twitching just thinking about her. She was so sexy without even trying. The way she talks, the way she moves, the way she dresses. I love all the short dresses she wears. It makes me just want to lift up her dress and fuck her.

I couldn't take it anymore. I took my cock out of my pants. I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking myself. Fuck, I wish it were Maggie doing this instead of me. And instead of her hands, she'd be using her mouth. God, I wanted to be in her mouth.

But I wanted to be in her cunt even more. I bet she was so soft, warm, and tight. "Maggie" I panted her name. "Oh, Maggie, darling, I'm gonna cum" I said it as if she were actually here with me. It only took a few more strokes of my cock before I was cumming into my hand.

I looked at that mess in my hand and I couldn't help but smile to myself. Would Maggie be enthusiastic in licking up all my cum? I bet she would. If I had it my way, she was going to become my dirty girl very soon, and I always got my way. I was determined now. Nothing was going to stop me from getting my beautiful Maggie. Even if it was just going to be for sex.

#roger waters #roger waters x ofc #roger waters fanfiction #pink floyd #pink floyd fanfiction #maggie robinson #dlmn #my oc

[silavut-the-wizard]

Silavut the Wizard, Chapter 63

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT, EVERYONE!!!

New chapter is finally here!!! Sorry for the hiatus, took longer than I thought to continue the story. Had other projects I've been working on, and just life in general happened. You know how it is. So without further ado, I give you STW CHAPTER 63.

Where Tail and Vekta meet the sorceress...

Tail and Vekta

Lothiren was loath to do it, but there was no choice but to leave Tail and Vekta with the sorceress. There was no way to get them out without being re-captured and the dragon knew it. They would either have to escape themselves or wait for rescue.

As they were blindfolded, Tail and Vekta could only imagine the worst. There was no telling what was going to happen to them. Though as the cloths were removed from their eyes and they were manhandled, being thrown into a cell, they now had a pretty good idea of where they were. They then watched their captors storm away.

“What do you think?” Vekta said, shifting to sit against the wall. “Her tower, the dungeon?”

Tail shrugged. “Sure seems that way. Still can’t believe they got the drop on us. Should’ve been paying closer attention.”

It was Vekta’s turn to shrug. “Yeah.” He had more to say, but thought better of it, and instead said, “Well, we’re here now. So now what?”

Tail was pacing now and stopped to look at Vekta. “Now… I guess we try to find some way to escape.”

Then they heard it. A roar just outside. There were no windows, so they couldn’t see, but they had an idea of what caused it.

“Must be Lothiren,” Tail said, looking up at the wall in thought, as if looking out of a window. “That crazy dragon. Wonder if Lothiren knows we’re here?”

“Who knows,” Vekta replied, picking up a piece of random debris and fidgeting with it. “Would it really matter? Could Lothiren even break us out?”

“Well, it seems Lothiren escaped, so I’m sure it would be possible, but I don’t think being re-captured is a risk Lothiren is willing to take. So we’re on our own, or we wait for rescue, which may or may not come.”

Vekta stopped fidgeting and looked up at Tail. “OK then. What’s the plan?”

“Don’t know, haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Still trying to puzzle it out.” After that, Tail continued pacing in silence while Vekta sat fidgeting with the piece he picked up.

Tail then walked to the cell door to examine it. Vekta watched with half-interest to see what he would do. Tail carefully inspected every millimetre, including the lock, though he couldn’t see the internal mechanism. Finally he spoke.

“Well, seems like our little evil sorceress knows her hardware. Unless we can somehow shimmy open the lock, I think we’re stuck here until help arrives.”

“Bah!” Vekta quickly stood up. “Let me have a look.”

Tail stepped back with a slight bow and a hand extended at the door. “Be my guest.” He sat down against the wall and with a smirk watched Vekta work.

“Agh! Blast it all! You’re right!”

“Yup.” Tail gestured for Vekta to sit. “Told ya. You’d think I know my way around a door by now, eh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Vekta replied, slumping against the wall opposite Tail.

“So… as we have some time to kill, let’s talk about us.”

Vekta raised an eyebrow. “Us?”

Tail nodded. “Yes. Us. You. Me. What happened. Everything.”

Vekta sighed. “Fine. I guess since we have nothing better to do than just stare at each other.”

“We could always play a game…” Tail teased.

“No! No way! I know you and your games.” Vekta closed his eyes for a moment. “All right. Let’s talk, then.”

“Good. Why don’t we start at the beginning…”

So that’s what they did. While they contemplated their situation, they talked about their past and what happened. It was no surprise to either of them, really, that they were both manipulated, but were both too stubborn to realize it at the time.

“So you see, I left because I thought it for the best,” Vekta said.

“Yes, I do see. I thought it for the best I stay out of it,” Tail replied.

“Yeah, I know.”

They both sighed.

Tail looked up at Vekta. “Well, that clears things up, then. No hard feelings?”

Vekta nodded. “No hard feelings. Thanks for letting me stay. Despite being captured, it was nice working with you again.”

“Same here. So… have we figured out a way out of this mess yet? Besides waiting for rescue, which who knows if it’ll ever—”

Tail was interrupted by an odd banging sound. Then dust and pieces of stone started falling.

“What the—” Vekta began, but was interrupted by an explosion from somewhere in the tower.

They waited a moment in silence, but nothing else happened.

“Sounds like something big is happening up there,” observed Tail.

“Yeah, but what?”

Tail glanced around, then noticed a miniscule crack in the stone around the door. “Hey! Look at that! We might be able to escape after all.” He pointed at the crack, and Vekta scooted over for a closer look.

“Wow. Look at that! You’re right.”

Though as their weapons were confiscated, even all their secret ones, they had nothing to work the stone with.

“What can we use, since all our stuff’s been taken?” asked Vekta.

“Let me see here…” Tail searched around but found nothing immediately of interest.

Vekta scooted around on the floor to hunt for any shards that may have broken off but only found useless dull chunks and pebbles. After a few minutes, he sat back. “Well,” he sighed, “guess we’re not getting out of here without a way to open that crack. Or we get rescued.”

For a few moments, Tail stood unmoving, lost in thought. Then he spun around to face Vekta. “There must be something—” Before he could finish the thought, another explosion rattled through the tower.

~~~~~

In the upper rooms, the sorceress was having a fit. She went on a rampage, destroying anything in her path. The explosions Tail and Vekta felt were her raiders trying to blast Lothiren out of the sky as the dragon escaped, which Lothiren didn’t even pay attention to, being too focused on getting distance from her tower.

Despite having captured Tail and Vekta, who were stewing in the dungeon, the fact the dragon escaped made her furious. She was hoping to use the beast for leverage. Now she had practically nothing. Sure, Tail and Vekta were good for something, but the dragon could’ve proven a valuable asset. Now she was stuck with the traitors.

“Bring them to me!” she demanded of the nearest twisted creature.

“Yes, yes, of course, mistress!” the poor soul replied with a rasp and scurried away to do her bidding.

“Bah! Useless things!” she spat as it left her sight.

~~~~~

In their cell, Tail and Vekta heard a door some distance away, then some scrabbling coming from down the hall. They looked at each other questioningly.

“What do you think?” asked Vekta. “Death, or freedom?”

“Probably neither,” Tail replied, peeking as far down the hall as he could through the bars. Then he saw the creature loping towards them. A moment later, it was at their cell.

“Mistress,” it hissed, “would like to see you.”

“Figures,” replied Vekta. “Wouldn’t be fun if it was too easy, eh, Tail?”

“You said it. Come on, let’s see what she wants. I’m sure she’s got wards to prevent our actual escape right now, anyway.”

Vekta stood. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Ah well.” He shrugged as they followed the twisted creature.

As they passed various alcoves, they both noticed a variety of weapons. They figured they were for defence in case there was an attack, and this was an extra stash in case her cohorts needed them.

They glanced at each other, both having the same ideas. However, those ideas were dashed when Vekta tried reaching towards one of the weapons and found resistance. He raised an eyebrow at Tail who shook his head.

They continued following the poor creature up through the tower, passing numerous passages with other poor souls disfigured by her power, doing any number of chores or tasks. They both felt pity, but knew they could do nothing right now without incurring her wrath, and neither felt like taking such a risk to go head-to-head in a fight with her, knowing full well they would lose.

“What do you think she wants?” Vekta asked.

Tail shrugged. “To gloat? Who knows?”

Soon they reached her chambers.

“Ah. There you are.” She looked at the twisted being. “Be gone, runt!”

Without a word, it scampered out of sight and closed the door.

“Well, the two traitors, back together. How does it feel to know you’ve been captured by the one who’s going to end you?”

Tail kept a neutral expression and shrugged. “No different than any other day, really.”

“Oh? Is that so? What about you, maggot?”

Vekta laughed. “Is that all you’ve got? Looky here. The all powerful, mighty sorceress can’t come up with a good insult.”

Her visage became dark with anger and she raised a hand to smite Vekta. Then she thought better of it, sighed, and dropped her hand. “You will do well to remember I can destroy you with just a thought.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. You won’t, though. You need us. I can see it written all over your face. Remember, we are the best trackers, which means we can read people well too.”

Tail shot Vekta a warning glance. Vekta shrugged it off. Though they both knew she needed them alive, it didn’t mean she couldn’t harm them in other ways.

“Yes, I do need you, to get rid of that meddling wizard, his blasted barbarian girlfriend, and their little brat!”

“Um… No.” Vekta crossed his arms. “I don’t think so. Even if you do somehow make us do your bidding, I guarantee they’ll still come a-knockin’.”

Tail just glared at her.

“Very well, then. Let’s try this on for size.” She snapped her fingers and the two trackers turned into hunter beasts they encountered in the northern lands. Their minds were not their own now. “Go,” she merely commanded. Without hesitation, they obeyed.

#Silavut the Wizard #Chapter 63 #Tail and Vekta

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The beginning of a short play inspired by borders, nation-states, power, identity, foreignness et cetera

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Disjoin 

separate; take or come apart.

Characters: 

Isabel: Tall with a great posture, holds her head high. Smart and eloquent (loves to talk). From the north side of the land. 

Cleo: Short and stubby with holes in her clothes. Poor grammar and awkward mannerisms. From the south side of the land. 

Frank: Guard of the gate that divides north from south. Six foot five with a thick neck and big black eyes. 

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*Scene opens to a dry and vast desert, stretching for miles in all directions. In the far distance of the north and south side are two cities, barely visible. In the middle of the openness, standing isolated as an island, connected to nothing at all, is a tall, black gate. Beside the gate stands the guard, Frank.* 

Frank: And so it begins. Today is the day it will change, today is the day history will be made. They will be here soon, the tall one first, the second one only minutes later. 

*Frank looks up at the sky, takes a deep breath in, and closes his eyes*

*Isabel enters from the right, from the north side of the land. She walks with her body as straight as a pencil, striding graciously, almost as if she is gliding on thin air*

*She walks up to the gate and looks at Frank*

Isabel: What is this giant lock doing here? 

*She takes the lock on the gate in her palm examining it*

Frank (without opening his eyes or moving): Gate only opens on the hour. Its 12:40. Twenty minutes left. 

*Isabel lets go of the lock and slowly turns her head to Frank. A look of fury strikes her face*

Isabel: Now you listen here *looks at his name tag* Frank, I have been walking through this barren desert for two weeks straight. I left my city, my warm house, for the sole purpose of finding this gate and I have every intention of crossing through it immediately. I don’t know who you are, or who put you in charge of this gate but I refuse to wait one minute longer- 

*Isabel stops in her tracks as a shadowy figure emerging from the dust on the other side of the gate walks towards her* 

*Isabel steps back with shock, then slowly leans towards the gate with curiosity*

*Cleo, dirty, dusty and coughing walks up to the gate* 

*Clea removes the scarf from around her head and looks up at Isabel, Isabel stares at Cleo. Both girls stand in silence analyzing each other from head to toe* 

Isabel: Who… what are you?

*Cleo tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows*

Cleo: Excuse me? *coughs violently* What am I? What the hell are you? 

*Isabel lifts her head proudly*

Isabel: I am Isabel King the 111. Mayor of the seventh district in the North City. What is your title? 

Cleo: Title? Look lady, I don’t have a title. It’s Cleo. Cleo the first or whatever. I live in the South City. 

Frank: It is one o’clock. 

*He stretches his arms out in front of him and with a big, brassy key, opens the gate*

Frank: Gate stays open for five minutes. Cross if you wish. Once closed, it will not open until the next hour. 

*He goes back to the side of the gate, folds his arms, stands with his legs wide and closes his eyes*

*The two girls look at the gate, then back up at each other*

Cleo: Well, come on, cross over. 

Isabel: Absolutely not. Now that I have seen what the damaging environment does to the citizens of the South City, I won’t do it. 

*Isabel looks at Cleos sunburnt, rashy skin, her big bruised hands, her ingrown fingernails and her hunched back with disgust. She turns her back to the gate* 

Cleo: Nothing “did” this to me ma'am. I was born like this. You see, we all look like this on the South Side. It’s mostly because of the sun. *Looking up in pleasure* that damn sun and its power.  As soon as a baby comes out, with no protection from a roof or sunscreen, its skin burns like crispy bacon on a Sunday morning. And by the way, you are one horrendous looking creature yourself. You look incredibly vile to me. Your skin looks like rice paper, your eyes like ice. 

*She looks at Isabel's fingers*

Cleo: Look at those fingers, like disjointed spider legs, long and skinny. They look like if you touched me they would break through my skin and I would start to bleed, like being pricked with a pin.

*Isabel’s eyes widen in fury* 

Isabel: For your information, I am considered one of the most beautiful and sought after women in all of the North. Men come from far and wide just to breathe the same air that I breathe. My clothes are handmade by servants from sheep's wool and organic silk. You look like you rolled around in a dusty thorn bush for hours on end. I will not stand here and be disrespected. I’ve seen what I needed to see about the South. It is not what I thought, I will be leaving now. Ta-ta.  

Cleo: Wait! I’m sorry, I think we started off on the wrong foot. I really do want to cross into the North. I feel like I'm being called to discover the weird mystery that surrounds you and your people. It’s pretty obvious we live very different lives, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends and learn from each other. 

*Isabel turns around, facing the gate and Cleo* 

Frank: It is 1:05. Gate is closed. 

*He takes out the key and locks the gate.*

*The girls look at eachother, perplexed.*

Isabel: Well I have no desire to make a friend of you, but I am curious about the South, and I must say, seeing you has sparked my curiosity…and I did travel all this way. Now that I am here however, I must admit that the things I’ve heard about the South are starting to creep up on me and infiltrate my thoughts. I’ve heard some nasty, terrifying things about your land and the creatures that crawl through it. During my two-week journey I tried to keep the thoughts out of my head, I distracted myself by reciting thousands of poems and stories, but the people in my land have strong feelings about the South. The stories are told to us as children, they make our skin crawl and the hairs on our arms and backs stand straight. 

Cleo: Hmph. Interesting. Quite the opposite for us in the South. No one has any clue about your land or people. Not one idea. No one from my side has ever left the city; I'm the first person to ever make the trip. There are whispers of a long and violent war that separated us. Other than that, no one utters a sentence about your city. 

Isabel: You...you are the first? Impossible. Utterly Impossible. That simply cannot be. Ever since I was born, elected officials have been making the trip to the South City once every five years. These officials return with roughly the same story each time: they arrived at your city, introduced themselves as one from the North who comes in peace, met your leaders, and toured the capital for multiple days before returning. Arriving back to the safety of the North, they proceed to recount harrowing tales of filth, violence, and debauchery unimaginable to the pure minds of our gentle Northerners. You must recall the arrival of one such official.

*Cleo stares at Isabel intently before bursting out into a hearty laugh*

Cleo: What the hell are you talking about? Lady, you must be really crazy. I’ve lived in the South's capital for 167 years and never, ever, has there been anyone from your parts in our city. Are you messing with me? No one in our city has ever seen anyone from your city, and no one has had any desire to either. There is an almost non-existent interest in your puny, blue little city that shimmers weakly in the distance. Actually, it’s this futile curiosity on the part of the Southerners that pushed me to take this first trip.

….To Be Continued 

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Warning: mentions of torture (?) , slight angst

District 13 had been attacked. It had almost been an end for many people. Earlier, the room had shook with such intensity that the ceiling was also beginning to crack. Currently, everyone was now safe and alive.

Everyone but one.

Finnick Odair was drowning in self-hate. Y/N was in the Capitol's control for her involvement in safely getting Katniss out of the arena and was no doubt also paying for Finnick and the rebels' escape.

He tried to go back for her. He practically refused to leave until he found her in the arena. At that point, he didn't care about the mission nor was he prioritising his safety. He only wanted his partner to be safe away from the Capitol but before he could get to her, he was paralyzed and brought to an aircraft. When he woke up, he searched frantically for her but as expected, she wasn't there.

He didn't leave his room at all. Most of his time was spent tying knots until Haymitch had enough of his isolation, knowing fully well the effects it had on a person. Reluctantly, Finnick followed him to see a young child with h/c hair with their back facing him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and then the child had turned to face him. His eyes widened at the similarities between the child's features to Y/N and it suddenly dawned on him who it was.

Y/N's little sister, Nancy.

She was about 12 years old and looked just as tired as he was. Finnick nervously fidgeted with his fingers, not knowing how the girl would react. He wouldn't blame her if she chose to yell at him with every curse that she could offer or blame him for the capture of her sister. It was silent until Nancy broke it with her sobs. Instinctively, Finnick comforted the clearly grieving girl and swore to himself that he would protect her while his Y/N was unable to.

Finnick bitterly looked at the ceiling. The memories of him meeting her were fresh in his mind almost as if mocking him. A part of him wished that the ceiling could just collapse on him. It pained him to think about Y/N's expression when he breaks the news. He choked back the feeling to just start sobbing then and there. And even if he were to burst into tears, he wouldn't have Y/N's soft words or comforting presence to soothe him.

The longer he thought about it, the more he asked himself why would she have anything to do with him if he couldn't even keep her sister alive. Too occupied in his thoughts, he didn't hear Katniss' footsteps or notice her presence until she awkwardly asked if she could sit.

Finnick sensed that she had something on her mind and sat upright, silently showing he was listening. Katniss looked at the picture in his hand and felt guilty. Nancy was a friend of Prim and had gone back for her but unfortunately, only Prim had been able to get inside. Katniss was lucky enough to only imagine what she would've felt if it was the other way around.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered, both of their stare was still on the picture of a smiling and healthy Y/N. The opposite of what she was currently.

"Snow is using Y/N to punish you. He's taunting us with them. I didn't understand why until just now watching that stupid cat" She revealed while glancing at the cat.

Finnick let out a deep sigh and lowered the picture in his hand. "I feel so defeated." He paused for a moment and continued quietly, "All I had to do was keep her safe and I failed that." It took Katniss a second to realise that he was talking about Y/N but he continued before she could ask. "And then when I saw Nancy... I don't know maybe I saw it like a way for me to forgive myself and keep her safe while Y/N..."

He trailed off in the last part however both of them knew what he meant. "But yet I failed to keep Nancy safe as well." Katniss never felt like she knew Finnick then she did right now. He wasn't the once cocky, arrogant person she once thought he was. Now he looked like a lost puppy.

She remembers clearly when she and Finnick realised that Prim and Nancy weren't with them. They ran for them, calling out their names. Nancy pushed her friend forward to safety before the doors could fully close. The last thing that Nancy heard was screams of Prim and Finnick calling out to her.

"After your first games... I thought the whole romance was an act" Finnick confessed. "We all expected you to continue that strategy, but it wasn't until Peeta's heart stopped and he nearly died that I knew I misjudged you. You love him. I'm not saying in what way; I don't even think you even know yourself, but anyone paying attention can see it. "

Katniss processed the words before asking a question that's been on her mind. "How do you live with it?"

Finnick looked uncertain about how to answer before ultimately saying, "I drag myself out of nightmares and there's no relief in waking up but it's better not to give into it."

"It takes 10 times longer to pull yourself together than it does to fall apart."

Silence took over between the two past victors. Finnick suddenly looked around to make sure no one was looking at them or hearing their conversation. Everyone was either sleeping or doing something else without paying any mind to them.

Katniss looked at him curiously at the sudden movement before Finnick faced her. "Only Nancy knew... " His hand dipped into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Realisation dawned on her. Finnick opened it and it revealed probably the most expensive ring she's ever seen. She wouldn't have been surprised if it was the most expensive item she ever saw in her 18 years of life.

Finnick looked at it with a sad expression. "I meant to propose to y/n before the reaping. I was done having to keep our relationship a secret and we talked about marriage before." He paused, finding it harder to continue. "But then the reaping happened and... I couldn't find it in me to propose and have her live a life of guilt if I had died in the arena."

Katniss swallowed thickly. She felt a wave of shame going through her. "They could've been happy if it weren't for the reaping. A reaping that was done for past victors to return. A reaping that she most likely caused by my stunt." She thought.

Finnick's voice disrupted her thoughts. "I still want to propose of course but I'm scared... Maybe she doesn't want this anymore."

"I doubt she'd say no." Finnick looked at her. "I mean... No matter what the Capitol did, she's strong. I know I don't know much about her considering the first time we've really interacted is in the arena but... She knows you tried so hard to keep Nancy safe and she loves you."

Finnick looked back at the ring once more and slowly nodded his head. "Come back to me Y/N." He told himself with desperation.

He didn't realise he said it out loud until Katniss said firmly, "We'll get them back. They will come back." She mentally made sure to make Coin organize a mission to get them back. She looked with determination at Finnick and softly whispered, "Y/N will come back."

And she was right since hours later the pair were told of the mission to retrieve the captured victors. Finnick never felt more relieved.

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