#you know what i signed up for this when i decided to become engrossed

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The bad batch has awakened something feral in me

#tHE cLoNEs DesERveD beTtER #my heart cant take this anymore 😭 #star wars why must you be So Painful #you know what i signed up for this when i decided to become engrossed #but like #WhY #star wars #the bad batch

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Let him cook

Charles Leclerc x Masterchef contestant!reader

Series Part: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/N: Got this idea because the masterchef trophy is similar to the Australian GP trophy. This is going to be a series

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User1 aint no way you cooked this

User2 nice try Charles but we all saw that pasta video

CarlosSainz55 mate drop the # of the private chef you hired, these look delicious

Charles_Leclerc I told you that I made this myself CarlosSainz55 Lies!!!!

PierreGasly since when did you learn how to make coq au vin???

Charles_Leclerc not you too PierreGasly you should invite me sometimes so I can judge your cooking

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YNCooks last date night before i enter masterchef australia. credits to the boyfriend for the lovely photos

Friend1 Y/N i know this is your dream for a while now. I hope you win. We will cheer for you our next masterchef australia!

YNCooks awww stop! ur making me cry

User1 OMG she is finally competing, goodluck Y/N!

User2 Y/N always talk about how its her dream to enter masterchef, I'm gonna watch it everyday and hope she wins it!

User3 Goodluck Y/N! I hope you become the next masterchef australia!!!

Mystery Box challenge episode

There was a building reputation in the kitchen that you are one of the strong homecooks of the season. After winning the past 2 mystery challenges, you were extremely determined to do well and seek for a third streak. The mystery box today was all about italian cooking, a cuisine that you have been comfortable due to the close ties of your boyfriend being signed to an Italian team.

"And what do we have here with you today Miss Y/N" Matt Preston asked as he approached the work table together with George Colambris "You seem rather comfortable and in your own zone. Its like an ordinary Tuesday date night"

You gave a small chuckle with that mention "That's actually pretty on point of you to say as Tuesday is my date night with the boyfriend"

"Ah so maybe that's why you are so inspired because you are in love"George teased.

"Well I have to admit that there is a little pressure to do well in this challenge or my boyfriend's family will get mad at me"you quipped back a reply.

The judges suddenly leaned a little interested to learn more about your personal life, "So your boyfriend is italian?"

"He is not but he might as well be. He spends a lot of time there"

"It must be hard to not see him a lot since you are here competing" Matt says

"It's a price we are willing to pay. He has been supportive of my dream as I am with him" you gave an encouraging smile as you continue to chop the sweet potatoes.

"We hope to meet that boyfriend of yours because he is one lucky man because that dish looks delicious!" George says before they left the station.

Somewhere in Bahrain, Charles Leclerc is grinning upon watching the replay of the episode. He was beyond proud of what you have achieved as a contestant in MasterChef. He wished that he could do more to express his support towards you but you have an agreement with him to keep things lowkey for the meantime. It was a reasonable decision as he didn't want to overshadow your career but it was nice to know that you two are a private thing but never a secret.

He was so engrossed to repeating the boyfriend clip that he didn't notice that Carlos snuck up beside him.

"What are you watching there?" Carlos asked his teammate

"Oh its nothing" Charles says as he immediately exited the Youtube app "I didn't notice you there, you scared me"

"If you weren't too into your phone then you would have noticed me calling you" Carlos explained "What are you watching on your phone that got you smiling like that?"

"Nothing, I just saw an ad"

"Hmm sure an ad" Carlos was pretty sure that Charles was watching MasterChef but he couldn't care anymore to ask which country because there was too many so he decided to just let it go "Cmon Fred is asking for us, were late for a meeting"

"Carlos! Why didn't you start with that?"

Cake challenge

You were exhausted because you spent the early hours of the morning watching the Jeddah GP. It was a thrilling race to see Charles bag his first podium of the season so you can say that its worth it. Besides, you were able to talk to him after the race so it sweetens the deal even more.

Filming begun for MasterChef and the judges brought out balloons for the mystery box challenge.

"Your challenge today is to make the most imaginative and creative birthday cake that you ever had" Gary explained "The pantry is filled with all the cake flavors you can ever imagine so be creative and show us what you've got"

Baking has never been your strongest suit. It was all about precision and measurements as small increments can make a huge difference. Today, you were determined to do well and you wanted to use the podium finish of Charles for the cake.

It was a struggle to bake the cake, cool it, and pipe it in under 60 minutes. You felt the pressure getting under your nerves as your hands started shaking when you were piping the cake details with 10 minutes left. There was a sigh of relief when you finished just 5 seconds away from the judges calling the time.

There were plenty of beautiful cakes in the room so it was a shocker for you that the judges called you in front to present your cake.

"Judges what I have for you today is a three layer cake with the raspberry,almond, and pistachio with chocolate to seperate the layers and a lemon buttercream frosting."

"You told us you can't bake, that seems like a lie" George says as he cuts through the cake "Look at that layers"

"The layers are actually inspired by the italian flag, its an homage to the boyfriend. Its actually a cake that I made thinking about him" you explained.

"That is simply gorgeous. The cake is very moist and the balance with the flavors is that its not too sweet or nothing overpowering. Your boyfriend is a lucky lucky lucky man to be baked a cake like this" George complimented.

"Does your boyfriend cook?"Matt asked as he took a bite

"Oh God no. I have to cook or else the kitchen will be on fire"you laughed "But I can't drive so maybe that's his payback"

"You seem to show the beautiful dynamics of your relationship when you cook something inspired by him. I wish you two the best" Matt's genuine comment was a heartwarming moment.

Its unfortunate that you didn't win this challenge but you were able to showcase your support for your boyfriend.

Melbourne GP meets MasterChef

This was another challenge as you were elected as a team captain for the second team challenge. You were extremely nervous when you were transported with your team mates from the blue kitchen to an unknown location. It was even more nerve-wracking after you've realized where you are.

"Welcome to the Albert Park where the Australian Grand Prix is underway for this weekend" Matt introduced "Your challenge is to prepare two dishes: a pasta and a fish dish to be served to the talented drivers in Formula 2"

There was a little sigh of relief as you were dealing with the Formula 2 drivers. It was a lot of weight on the shoulder if you will be serving food to your boyfriend.

"The practice sessions will be starting in a few minutes. You have 90 minutes to prepare your dish and an hour to serve them"

All you know was that you started organizing the team to put them in charge of the dishes that you will be making today. You cross your fingers that the color red brings luck to your team today.

Meanwhile, the paddock was buzzing with cameras and Charles immediately noticed that there were some new film crews around the Formula 2 drivers. His eyes did a double take after he recognized the face of three familiar judges he often sees on MasterChef Australia.

"What's going on? Isn't that MasterChef Australia judges?" Charles quizzed

"That's MasterChef Australia, they have this team challenges and they will be feeding the Formula 2 drivers" Silvia answered as she was informed earlier that morning about the extra exposure in the paddock today.

"Why Formula 2? Why not us?" Charles whined

"If you want then you could go ask Ollie for food" Silvia suggested

That sets a lightbulb moment for Charles as he excused himself to talk to the young driver. He will not miss the opportunity to taste the cooking of his secret girlfriend and support her in doing her craft.

It puzzled Ollie Bearman to see that Charles has been looking for him once the practice session was over. He was even more confused by his request.

"So you want me to get you food?" Ollie asked "Doesn't Ferrari have a catering?"

"Its not just food, its the MasterChef Australia food" Charles explained without giving out too much information "I just love the show okay?"

"You can come along, I'm sure they don't mind" Even better.

So here is why you were genuinely surprised to see that Charles Leclerc is walking inside the MasterChef tent with a red and blue plate in his hand. He was grinning wildly as if he was a kid on a sugar rush.

"Ohmygod we are serving food to Charles Leclerc!" one of your teammates whispered.

"Hi goodafternoon! What's the dish for today?" he asked politely.

"Well we have a pan fried cod with a pea puree and then some green grapes some fennel over there and then for the pasta lemon ricotta and beet tortellini" you answered as the team captain "We hope that its up your liking"

Charles gave you that smile that seems to light up the whole room, "I look forward to it, thanks!"

Its moments like this that you wish that you could reach out for him but you understand that its not yet the time. Its nice to see the support that you have for each other even though its all in private and away from the eyes of the media.

"Goodluck on your race Charles!"

There was a smile on both of your faces as you both continued to go chase your dreams.

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader

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Bunny Punk (Part 1)~Punk!William Afton x F!Reader~

~So this started out as a concept, then turned into a one-shot, then I got to a point and thought to myself 'This is a series isn't it?' Thanks to @ruh--roh-raggy for putting up with my bullshit and proofing some of this story. I don't know how long this story will be, but I can imagine it might be one of my shorter series.~

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, mention of scars, body and face piercings (inc, tongue, reference to others), tattooed!reader, punk!William, tattooed!Afton, age gap (Reader 20's, William 40's)

You sighed as you looked around the party going on in your college's gymnasium, filled with people perhaps double or so your age and the occasional peer who looked as bored as yourself, milling about and laughing as shitty music played in the background that you weren't even sure of the name of. Glancing at the sign strung over the doorway, you cursed yourself internally, wishing you hadn't signed up to help with this reunion event as you could have been doing much better things with your time. Like working on the million and one assignments that you felt like you had. Or perhaps simply just sleeping and procrastinating on those assignments.

The oversized black hoodie that you'd somehow convinced the dean of your department to let you wear sported some black embroidered gears along the sleeves, your nickname from your club printed over your left breast. Hair tied up and a tight pair of jeans, the cleanest you could find in the pile of washing that moved between your bed and a chair as required, never quite making it to the wardrobe.

Seeing the free food and drink table that was technically for the guests of the event, you bit your lip as you decided to go and visit it. What harm would taking a few snacks and drinks do? None of the faculty were looking, and the ones who were milling about were too engrossed in talking to old students and favouring talking to people too old to be wear jock-jackets and cheerleading skirts. Rolling your eyes as you wondered why they were all dressed up like they were awaiting for their class photos all over again.

William wasn't entirely sure why he'd accepted the invite back to his old college, his teeth finding the labret piercing along his lip and chewing it somewhat absently as he looked at the drinks table, thick brows furrowing as he decided whether or not to go fetch another drink. It had sounded like a good idea at the time when his friend Henry had convinced him to go, even though the theme was silly and he hadn't felt comfortable dressing as he was now for a while, but his friend had ditched at the last minute and now he was stood on the side-lines. Smiling politely as people he barely recognised came up to him and complimented how good he looked for his age, cooing over how they hadn't seen him in years.

It would perhaps be bearable if he remembered any of these people.

You weren't looking where you were going as your head darted around, trying to avoid being spotted by the dean before suddenly you walked into somebody, gasping as you stumbled back and a large hand shot out to grab you by the arm, steadying you. Blinking as you looked at who you'd walked into.

Whoever he was, he was older. Dark brown hair greying at the temple and becoming peppered through his short, sweptback haircut, greying eyebrows with the left one decorated by a complimentary silver ring. A septum piercing caught you slightly off guard, but the greying eyes hidden behind golden wire framed aviator glasses held your attention. Slight scowl on his sharp features as you couldn't help but notice a lip ring, cheeks filling with colour as you thought how handsome he was.

"Sorry! I um..Sorry." You stammered out, averting your eyes quickly before hearing a grunt, the hand letting you go. William's eyes raked over you quickly, assessingly as he took in how young you were, the oversized hoodie with the subtle designs, a name he couldn't quite read on the breast.

"Are you meant to be in here? You don't look like one of my old classmates." Crossing his thick, strong forearms across his chest, your eyes naturally flickered to the tattoo sleeve on his right, the intricate designs standing out as bio-mechanical, following where the bones in his arms laid, although there was another design you couldn't quite make out on the inside of his forearm.

"I um..I'm one of the student volunteers for the event, sir." You explained quickly, snapping your attention back to his face as you found yourself more flustered that you'd been staring at him. Hearing a snort coming from the taller man as you watched a smirk flicker across his face.

"Volunteer?" The smirk on his face developed and he couldn't help but let it spread as he looked down at your nervous face. Feeling a sense of satisfaction that you looked so flustered, watching how your eyes would momentarily flicker to his arm and trace the linework before seeming to catch yourself and focus on his face again. "They still getting you to do that stupid shit? Do they still offer extra credit for it?" He asked, making you reciprocate the smile as you shook your head.

"Nah, extra credit would be nice but we get two free lunch credits for our 'service' tonight." Shrugging your shoulders as the man whistled, looking back at the food table and then back to you. Allowing you to quickly steal glances at the tight black t-shirt and jeans he was wearing before he turned back to you.

"Two whole credits hey? And they don't let you have any of the good stuff on the table?" Raising an eyebrow before the grin returned. "How big are the pockets on that hoodie?"

"Sorry?"

"The hoodie pockets, how big are they?" He asked, gesturing to your hoodie and making you look at it, humming in thought before you answered.

"I can carry a two-litre soda bottle and a bag of chips usually."

"Perfect. Fancy stealing some snacks and ditching this snooze-fest?" He grinned, making you raise an eyebrow in return and cross your arms this time, looking up at him and wondering how serious he was.

"Snooze-fest? What it this the eighties? And secondly...I may have been aiming to 'help the help' when we collided." Grinning as the man offered his arm to you and you cautiously took it, feeling silly as you stuck close to him. Seeing a few of the people around you glancing sideways at you and the tall tattooed man, but looking away quickly as he glared at them.

Approaching the snack table, you went to break away but he held onto your arm, keeping you close as he looked about before his large hand darted out, grabbing cans and baggies of snacks and pushing them into the large pocket of your hoodie. Your cheeks burning as he kept brushing against your stomach with each pass, swallowing softly and turning to look around, see if anybody spotted you before the taller man nudged you, snapping your attention back to him.

"Don't look around, if you look suspicious, they'll look at you in turn." He said softly, grabbing another couple of cans and baggies before filling your pocket, releasing you before he nodded and winked, tapping the side of his nose with humour lighting up his eyes. "Meet me outside the gym in a moment, can't be seen leaving together."

With that he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you wondering what the hell had just happened. But after a few moments, you followed through the crowd, curious as to what he planned on doing with so many snacks and drinks, although from what little you had interacted, he seemed like a pretty funny guy.

You spotted him just outside the gym, staring into a cabinet with his brow furrowed slightly, hands stuck into the pockets of his jeans, thumbs hooked over the outside as you approached, looking curiously inside the cabinet and spotting what he was looking at. For the reunion they'd brought together photos of old clubs and trophies from games and tournaments. You guessed it was to 'relive the best days of their lives'.

One photo stood out to you though, a group of young, scrawny lads in matching t-shirts of various colours. There was a taller guy with dark curly hair and braces that looked like a stiff breeze might topple him over, but he was holding a silver trophy high up with a grin, arm around a significantly taller boy. There was something familiar about him and squinting at the photo through the layers of glass revealed a lithe figure, the start of tattoos peeking from underneath the short sleeve, piercings decorating a tight-lipped smile. Looking back at the man stood next to you and back again, your eyes widened slightly.

"Holy shit, is that you?" Earning a snort and a chuckle, watching him bite at the labret on his lip before smirking at you confidently.

"Have I really changed that much?" He teased, gesturing to the piercings and the all black, just like he appeared in the photo. Although now he was broader, more muscular and you could practically feel the confidence oozing off of him. Shrugging your shoulders, you chewed your lip absently.

"I mean, I would have thought you ditched the piercings at your age. You're not lanky either. More like a dad-bod." Fake pouting as he placed a hand over heart, raising his eyebrows in a way that made your chest tighten for some reason as his lips curled into more of a smile.

"Oh these? I just put them back in when I might run into pretty college girls. And you watch your mouth about the dad-bod. I heard girls your age like DILFs." He teased, watching your cheeks flush and your eyes snap away temporarily, enjoying teasing you and playing around with somebody so young and trying to find their rebellious feet. He remembered being like you, and he was glad he'd maintained that fire into his more mature self.

"What kind of porn level logic is that?" You sputtered out, crossing your arms and huffing to get a stray strand of hair out of your face. Uncrossing them after a moment before reaching into the hoodie pocket and pulling out a soda can, cracking it open and beginning to walk off, hearing his footsteps follow behind you with a slight scowl over your shoulder at him.

"If you're going to run off, makes sense to keep me with you, at least then you can pretend to be giving me a tour."

"You fucking went here, you should know your way around, or has some metal made it into your brain?" Rolling your eyes, flushing as he easily reached into your hoodie and pulled out another can, fingers brushing your stomach once again before he fell into step, your legs having to move faster to keep up with his long languid strides.

"Ooo, so original! You almost made my lip quiver with your meanness." Laughing as he bumped into you slightly, looking around the hall and taking in how much the decorations had changed. Rolling his eyes at the motivational posters that seemed to permanently reside on the white walls, wondering what happened to the small row of thin lockers that used to live in an alcove along the west wall. "Says the baby with virgin skin." He threw back, making you scowl at him in disapproval.

"How do you know what I look like under this hoodie? I could be covered enough to set off a metal detector and you would never know." You countered, watching his smile grow before he leaned in as he walked, slightly conspiratorial.

"You know, most punks like to show off their art. Tattoos, piercings, clothes. You'd have shown me by now if you had anything." His close, deep voice made you shiver, clearing your throat as you looked at the hall walls, realising you'd subconiously been heading towards the engineering department as you'd walked. Groaning as you remembered all the projects you should be working on.

Turning to your left, you kept quiet, allowing the tall man to trail behind you and finish his drink before he threw it into the trash nearby, pumping his fist silently to himself as he got it in from a good distance away. You secretly smiled at the image, wondering how he could continue to be so childish. Stealing snacks. Throwing things into bins from a distance.

Your hand landed on the door to your workshop before you even knew what you were doing, fishing into your jeans and pulling out a ring of keys, unlocking the door and breathing deeply as the scent of soldering irons and copper hit you. Nodding your head into the room as the man looked in curiously.

"If you're going to hang about, don't touch shit. You probably wouldn't understand half the stuff going on in here." Scoffing as you went in first, hearing his footsteps slowly entering behind you as you paced over to your project cabinet, unlocking it and pulling out a complex set of wires and metal bars and rings.

Kicking out a stool and emptying your pockets onto a free space on the table so you could sit more comfortably. He took a seat at the same table and peered curiously at what you were working on after a quick glance around. Whilst the workshop hadn't changed much, the sight of new projects scattered around at various stages of completion made him feel right at home again. Reminded somewhat of his old workshop at Freddy's before the company had gotten too big for just him and Henry to work on the animatronics alone. Now the biggest project yet 'the pizzaplex' was set to open in two months, and he had to admit, he missed the small little cramped space of Fredbear's diner when he and Henry had shared a single office with security.

Your slender fingers worked deftly as you tried to nudge wires and tense wire coils into place, swearing under your breath as you began to feel too warm in the hoodie. You always felt warm whilst concentrating, plus you needed to clear your arms for testing again. Gripping the bottom of your hoodie and pulling it over your body before chucking it over another seat. Revealing a tight tank-top underneath, one of the straps falling off of your shoulder and making William swallow as his eyes instinctually ran across the curves of your shoulders and collarbones.

"What are you working on?" He broke the silence, distracting himself as he furrowed his brow, trying to work out what was so familiar about the structure your hands tinkered with. Strand of hair falling into your face and you tried to huff it away from your forehead as you glanced at him.

"It's just a proto-type. Nothing special." Feeling suddenly embaressed about the project, brow furrowing as you noticed one of the springs out of place and using a thin hooked tool to pull it back into place again. Nose scrunching up as you took a deep breath and studied it carefully, checking for any more flaws.

"Prototypes are important, they help you find all the flaws in your designs. Maybe a second pair of eyes might be able to look over it for you?" He asked, holding out his hand in offer with a kind smile, meeting your concerned frown before you tenderly handed it over. Reluctant to give over your work that you had spent so long on, although it was more personal to you, you didn't want to have it all ruined in a moment because of somebody else's carelessness.

"Just be careful okay? It's important to me. Don't make me get the shop safety poster and make you test on it." You threatened playfully, earning a smile as his eyes sparked with mirth. Carefully turning over the device in his large hands with surprising care and diligence, humming quietly as he moved it under the lights to get a good look at it.

"Don't remind me. I had a habit of falling short on the marks on that damn test every year, probably because Mr. Schmidt hated my guts for dicking around in shop." He chuckled, making you raise an eyebrow as he revealed he used to be part of the shop. Feeling curiosity burn in your chest as suddenly you felt a tiny bit more confident in letting him handle your project.

"You used to - OH MY GOD!" Your thought was cut off as he suddenly perked up and slipped his hand between the rings and wires on his non-tattooed arm, making the colour drain from your face as his fingers became tangled into place along the more delicate parts at the end. He looked fascinated as he moved and flexed his hand, turning it this was and that to get a proper look, circling his wrist as you began to hyper-ventilate slightly.

"I thought I recognised some of this.... Is this a springlock?" He asked, perfectly calm as he flexed and checked movement for a moment more before disconnecting from the framework easily. Your heart pounding in your chest as you stared at the mechanical suit arm on the desk, wondering what had just happened.

"I think.. you may have failed the shop safety tests for different reasons." Breathing heavy as your hands snatched it up again, performing a quick safety check before placing it down again. Running a hand over your hair and feeling your hands tremble slightly. "And..yeah... it's a springlock design, V2.4 currently...Holy shit you just..."

William chuckled and showed off his arm under the light, brushing some of the coarse dark hair on his forearm so that you could make out the deep, pale scars that ran up the skin that you hadn't noticed before. Eyes widening as you showed off the same arm, your own matching scars more pink than his, from your own springlock incident three months previous during your first testing phase.

"I'm very familiar with them, as you can see. But I'm very impressed! If type I'm familiar with had been handled that roughly, I would have had myself a few more scars and a nice trip to the emergency room." He chuckled, smiling brightly, offering his large calloused hand for you to cautiously shake.

"I never introduced myself. I'm William, William Afton."

Your jaw dropped as you felt your grip on the handshake faulter. Brain turning over the name over and over again as you struggled to comprehend who was sat across from you.

"Y-You're...Oh my god you're...you're actually him aren't you?" Breathing hitched as you watched the smirk on his face reappear at your realisation, nodding slowly and releasing your softer hand to watch them cover your face as you groaned into your palms. "I've been insulting William Afton...I...Shit I've insulted you." Feeling as if the earth could swallow you up and consume you would be a preferable option to meeting your hero and having him look at your work.

"I thought it was quite cute actually. You're such a baby punk...Hmm..There's got to be a better name for that.. Bunny punk? Yeah, bunny punk, you're all soft and cute, stamping your foot like a little bunny rabbit and trying to appear tough." Your reddening cheeks almost becoming their own heat source as he smirked at you, resting his chin against his hand as he glanced over you again.

"I'm not...I'm not a 'bunny punk', Mr. Afton." Your cheeks burned as he sucked on his teeth for a moment, looking you over before he grinned again, your chest sent fluttering as that smile seemed to radiate confidence and an almost predatory nature to it.

"You're very right young lady...You're just a little bunny aren't you? I think that's what I'll call you, bunny." his smile broke and he stuck his tongue out at you, making your body ache slightly as you realised he had a silver stud on his tongue, such a cute nickname combined with your idol sat across from you looking all too hot with his piercings in flustering you all the more.

"Sir, I-"

"Wow, that's something usually only my employees or pretty ladies in bed call me. You're bold aren't you, bunny?" William couldn't hold back the teasing as you grew increasingly flustered, cheeks burning up and the flush spreading down to your collarbones. The way your shoulders curled in allowing him to see a dark mark against your shoulder blade, piquing his interest more as he stood up, walking behind you and his large hand resting on your back, feeling how you tensed up as he studied the lines of the tattoo against your skin.

"You were right, I really had no idea what was hiding under that hoodie of yours." Chuckling as he felt the goose bumps along your skin forming under his finger. He swore he could almost feel how quickly your heart beat inside your chest as he placed his hand between your shoulders. "But-" he pulled his hand away and leaned onto the desk next to you, forcing you to turn your head up and look at him. Lips parted softly, making him ache at how deliciously under-prepared for him you looked. Wondering how far he would be able to push the flirting and the teasing before you ran from him.

"Mr. Afton, I... I have admired your work for a very long time." The words were slow to fall from your lips, trying to force yourself to be polite and ignore the part of your brain that was screaming in delight at how he touched your back, how your celebrity crush flirted with you and made you feel special.

It wasn't helpful that your brain kept suggesting to you how that lip and tongue piercing would feel kissing you, or running against another pair of lips that desperately wanted attenton.

"I used to go to Freddy's when I was little. That's when I fell in love with robotics honestly." You breathed, watching his expression turn to surprise as his eyebrows raised, watching the way the eyebrow piercing caught the light before you turned your eyes to his tattoos. Finally seeing the design on the inside of his arm was a knife, mixed into the biomechanical designs that dominated the arm. "I think I met you once back then, although I don't think you had any piercings."

"I took them out in the restaurant, well, apart from a couple more....private...ones." He smiled, listening to you talk as he felt his body aching more as you stroked his ego. He might have been many things, but able to resist somebody offering him praise and idolisation wasn't one of them. "Go on, bunny."

"I found an article about the springlocks, and the designs were just..beautiful. The engineering? The design? How such complex machinery could be fitted into such a small space, it was entrancing." Feeling your heart beating faster as his grey eyes focused on you intensely, shuddering under his intensity. "So I wanted to continue the project. I was..I guess I was hoping you were still into engineering and I hoped that I could maybe recreate the spring-bonnie suit that I loved so much." Nervous babbling coming to an end as he gazed at you, a grin spreading up his face as he looked down at you.

"Spring-bonnie was my suit in particular actually." The fact made your heart only pound faster, flustering yourself all over again that you didn't know such a simple fact. All those chaotic thoughts pausing as he raised his hand and caught your chin, forcing you to look at him as he ran his tongue against his lip. "You did all this work, for me?"

"Y-Yes sir."

"What a good girl you are. Would you like a reward?" William's voice was calm and controlled, but inside he was feeling a little feral. Such a cute thing having devoted her entire career to following his work, recreating the work she loved, wanting to gift it back to him. It stoked a dark, hungry fire in him and suddenly he was back in college himself, the punk that made ladies swoon as he bit his piercing at them, with all the charm and suave that age had brought him.

The tiny nod of your head was all he needed to lean in, his lips brushing yours, barely ghosting them before they met yours fully. A soft squeak escaping you as it caught you slightly by surprise. The cold metal of his lip ring down the centre line of your lip contrasting to how hot he felt against your lips. Moving together slowly at first before your tongue ran across his lip and William growled deeply in his chest, parting his lips and pushing his tongue into your mouth. One hand moving to the back of your head and pressing you into it, allowing him to dominate your mouth, the feeling of his stud meeting your tongue sending shivers down your spine.

Finally the kiss broke, leaving you breathless, a silver strand of saliva connecting your lips before William licked his lips and broke it. Grinning widely at you, you swore his eyes almost looked black in the lights of the workshop before he handed your hoodie back to you, making you pause for a moment in confusion, perhaps a little hurt before he spoke.

"You're going to put that back on, bunny. We're going to grab our stuff, and then we're going to go to your dorm or where-ever the fuck your bed is. I think you deserve an extra special thank you for being such a dedicated volunteer tonight." The words made you light up, nodding enthusiastically, throwing on your hoodie and allowing him to stuff some of the snacks and drinks back into your pockets, more opening shivering as his thick fingers brushed against you through the fabric. Swallowing softly as he also picked up the springlock arm and cradled it in his hands with a grin as you raised a curious eyebrow.

"Come on then, bunny. Lead the way." Letting you lead the way out of the workshop and locking up behind yourself before he followed shortly behind you, watching the way your body moved hungrily as he imagined stripping you bare for him and considered how pretty you might look naked in his own workshop.

#william afton #springtrap #steve raglan #william afton x reader #fnaf movie #steve raglan x reader #springtrap x reader #william afton smut #william afton x you #fnaf x reader #punk!william #punk!afton

[camilasstories]

pairing: rockstar!jungkook x reader

“Are you alright, peach?” he whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps on your neck as you felt his warm breath making contact with your skin.

From time to time, his black-nailed fingers ran some circles on your thigh while his hand never stopped gently caressing its surface causing you to melt under his soft touch.

It was a comforting sign that even if his attention wasn’t paid directly to you, he still let you know he acknowledged your presence so there couldn’t be any chance you would feel left out during the time of celebration with his band.

You could barely made out his voice despite him being so close due to loud drum music being played in the background.

"Why?"

The smell of smoke and beers didn’t hit your nose as hard as at the beginning since another hour passed making you accustomed to the malodour that was a mix of these two stimulants. Yet, you weren’t prepared for first wave of reek when you entered this place.

"You just seem off" Jungkook put his chin on your shoulder pulling you up as your body seemed to slip down from his lap "I can call a taxi for you if you don't feel well" he placed a lazy kiss in the corner of your neck, but you just clung to him tighter causing him to smile against your skin "I'm gonna take that as a no".

He moved a little to reach the can of beer that he had put away under the old leather sofa that was slowly crumbling over the years standing in one of the members' garage.

Your nose wrinkled at the bitterness after he had opened it with one hand while the second one was tightly placed on your waist so you wouldn't fall from his thighs.

"What?" he took a sip watching you from the corner of his eye "You want some?" he asked, but you just shook your head perplexed.

"Good girl".

Your cheeks became red as you lowered your gaze at your feet.

Your Doc Martens shined in comparison to Jungkook's. Though you weren't really a fan of them, you still decided to match with him. The difference was that your were neatly laced up and polished whereas his were half-tied making them look even more casual and twice as big. In addition, they were almost worn out with some dirt on the sole.

"You actually wear them?" he raised his eyebrows when he noticed them on your feet knowing his gift from last year was a complete failure.

"Only for special occasions".

Both of you watched his friends being engrossed in checking their new electric guitar they bought for first real-made money from the last concert they played on Saturday. He smiled to himself taking another seep of a beer before kissing your temple sweetly knowing how much you hated walking in those heavy boots.

“Can I try?” you asked not really waiting for his respond.

You reached for already lighten up cigarette in an ashtray which was left to slowly burn out by itself. However, Jungkook was faster and took it before your hand even touched the tobacco.

“I won’t let you" he breathed out the smoke. "We can try something else, though. But just once” you looked into his eyes that were accented by smudged heavy eyeliner.

You nodded waiting for your boyfriend to give you his cigarette and place it between your fingers.

“U-uh. That creates a habit" he shook his head. "Open your mouth”.

“Huh?"

“As if we were making out”.

“Oh”.

You parted your lips slightly while you observed him drawing on his cigarette while some of the smoke already came out though his nose. He leaned down placing his hand in your hair while he brushed your lips with his making the gap wider and he let the rest into your mouth ending it with a short kiss.

"Oh, fuck" you started coughing trying to clear your throat with your eyes becoming watery from the smoke irritating your lungs.

“I told you it’s no fun, baby” he told massaging your back “Easy, get it all out” he said seeing you struggling to catch your breath.

"How you can smoke this? Disgusting".

"Mhm. Let it stay that way".

#jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook x you #bts #bts imagines #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook fanfic

[svltzmans]

begin again - h.m.

a/n: hi! this is the first angsty fic i've written so i'm very open to suggestions and thoughts lmao, even though everything i write is fluffy at the end bc i can't help myself

warnings: this is kinda sad but it gets better at the end i promise! exes to lovers, maybe a throwaway line about sex or two, as always i wrote this but didn't edit it 😁

y/n sits in her favorite coffee shop, nursing her mug delicately between her fingers.

the air outside was frigid, with each person walking on the sidewalk bundled up in warm jackets.

y/n had taken a liking to spending time alone in the café, enjoying a cappuccino or two and reading a novel.

something about the gentle hustle and bustle of the shop around her made her feel less alone, yet she felt like she could enjoy her solitude.

her reading glasses are resting on the bridge of her nose, her eyes following the lines of the pages at a quick pace.

y/n finds herself getting engrossed in stories quite often, including finishing an entire book in an hour or two.

realizing that she had finished her coffee in her trance, she brings the mug to the counter for a refill.

just as she starts her conversation with the barista, the door chimes as it opens.

an auburn haired woman walks in, her wavy locks resting effortlessly on her back and shoulders. her cheeks are a shade of pink, clearly from the chill outside. she seems confused, looking around the café like a lost child.

it's when she locks eyes with y/n that she finds what she's looking for.

y/n recognizes the woman as none other than hope mikaelson, her ex-girlfriend.

a shiver runs down her spine when she sees hope approaching.

she thinks it's a sign to walk away, but she doesn't.

she can't.

"hi," hope nearly whispers, her voice shy.

"what are you doing here?" y/n responds, a slight venom coming from every word.

hope doesn't know what to say. her mind scrambles looking for an answer.

"i, uh, coffee," she stutters, hoping that y/n would believe her.

hope knew that this was y/n's favorite café. y/n was fully aware of that.

and hope hated coffee.

nonetheless, y/n decides to just let it go.

"okay," she simply responds, taking her now full mug and sitting back at her table.

hope follows, preparing to sit. she waits for an objection from the girl across from her.

when she doesn't get one, she finally sits.

it's immediately awkward, a tension looming between hope and y/n.

"what's new?" hope asks, trying to break the ice.

y/n looks at hope with disapproval, then diverts her eyes to the ground.

"y/n, can you hear me out? please? i came to... to talk to you."

y/n keeps her head down, tapping her foot on the ground.

"i know i hurt you-" hope starts, before being interrupted by y/n.

"you broke my heart. you didn't 'hurt' me. it was much more than that to me."

hope sighs, briefly resting her head in her hands. guilt washes over her all over again, a feeling that had become familiar since her breakup with y/n.

"i gave you my all. my devotion, my support, my body, everything," y/n continues, growing slightly emotional. she speaks softly as to not disturb the peace of the shop, but the way she speaks makes her sound like she's yelling.

"and you just, ended it. and never explained it to me."

hope looks at y/n, tears welling in her eyes.

"that's why i'm here. i just, i can't stop thinking about it."

y/n takes a deep breath, looking back at her now seemingly exasperated ex.

"i just, i had never felt so strongly before. i was scared."

"scared?" y/n repeats, confusion evident in her tone.

"of the way i felt. it was all new to me. i don't think i had ever been in love before i met you, y/n."

y/n stops herself from softening at hope's words, keeping a blank expression as she explains herself.

"so you broke up with me because you... loved me?"

hope sighs, running a hand through her hair.

"it's more than that, y/n," she responds, defeat in her voice.

"i've been... hurt before. by people i thought i loved. people i thought loved me. i knew that couldn't happen with you. i guess i just... felt like i had to protect myself."

y/n feels her heart break at hope's words, remembering the pain her ex had endured.

"i understand," y/n responds, a single tear running down the side of her face. "it just... it was really hurtful."

"the way i handled it is my biggest regret," hope admits, twiddling her fingers in her lap. "you deserve better, y/n."

y/n focuses on her ex's face. she is truly beautiful, effortlessly looking angelic sitting across from her.

"i want to be the one to give you better," hope continues. "please give me another chance, y/n. i have never wanted something so badly in my life."

y/n can't help but smirk at hope, feeling flattered by her dedication.

"one date. and we'll see what happens from there," y/n responds, seeing the relief on hope's face. "i'm trusting you, mikaelson. i always have."

y/n stands up from the table, returning her mug to the counter and heading for the exit.

hope remains at the table, smiling to herself. she pulls out a small notebook from her pocket, titling the newest page "date ideas."

hope mikaelson knows she loves y/n y/l/n. now, she just has to prove it.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x fem reader #hope mikaelson x fem! reader #hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson headcanons #hope mikaelson imagine #hope mikaelson fic #legacies #legacies fic #the originals #the originals fic #the originals x reader #legacies x reader

[thatonegirlwhowrites]

Say Cheese || Robin Buckley

Summary : After Max is saved and everyone decides to pile up in Nancy’s basement, Robin and reader volunteer to stay awake to make sure Max is okay, which leads to personal questions being asked, and maybe some cuddling…

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Harrington!reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: season 4 spoilers, mentions of homophobia, Steve being an awesome brother, and fluff

Notes: Requests are open!! Please tell me what you guys wanna see next!

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The past day had been nothing short of insane. You, Nancy, and Robin had traveled to visit a very disturbed Victor Creel, which almost caused you guys to get arrested. All while this was happening, Max was fighting for her life against Vecna. Thankfully the trip to see Victor wasn't completely pointless as somehow you guys had figured out music was the key to getting through to the people who were being cursed by vecna. With basically minutes to spare, Max had pulled through leaving everyone on edge which is how you all ended up in the Wheeler's basement.

You were currently taking your turn in the shower as the rest of the kids were spread out in the basement engaged in their own conversions.

Nancy was lost in thought, The three younger kids were all sitting on the couch still reeling from Max's almost death, and then there was Steve and Robin, engrossed in a very important conversation…

“You are so into my sister!” Despite the craziness of the day, Steve and Robin had still managed to drift the conversation back to their very sad love lives, which unfortunately for Robin now involved Steve's younger sister.

“Shhh! Are you crazy! I am not into your sister Steve and for the love of god PLEASE talk a little quieter!” Robin was whisper yelling, eyes wide with concern for who may have heard him, especially since it was possible for you to come back from your shower any minute.

Steve only seemed amused at her little outburst and continued, “Oh come on Robin! You tell me everything! Don’t think I noticed exactly why you volunteered to go see Victor. You jumped on that ship as soon as you knew Y/N was going.” Steve argued, looking at Robin for any indication that he was on the right track.

Was Steve right? Absolutely.

Did Robin want him to know that? Absolutely not.

So she came up with the best thing possible to get him off the topic, “I could say the same thing about you basically throwing yourself all over Nancy trying to be her protector and shit.” She thought it was a clever enough way to fluster him, but oh how she was wrong.

“So what I'm hearing is that you're not denying having a thing for Y/N?” Steve simply smirked knowing that Robin was most certainly about to crack.

“Okay fine! I have a thing for your sister! Are you happy now Steve, because it really doesn't even matter because it's NEVER gonna happen.” Robin was now the one raising her voice, luckily everyone was too caught up in their own things to really notice the conversation that was happening.

Although Steve was glad Robin finally let it out, he also knew that this was a difficult situation for her. He couldn't imagine being in her shoes and having to be scared of how people would react to her true self.

“I think you should go for it. I mean Y/N hasn't been interested in any boy that she has been out with! That's gotta be a sign! It's now or never Robin. You guys deserve love.” Ever since meeting Robin it had almost become clear to him that maybe you weren't into boys. He noticed the uncomfortableness on your face when your parents talked of you getting married to a nice young man and the utter disgust you held when your parents talked of people who liked the same gender, He could also almost swear he could hear you silently crying sometimes after a particularly grueling conversation with your parents about how being gay was a disgrace. Steve wanted nothing more than to comfort you, but he knew that if and when you were ready to talk about it you would come to him.

“Steve, what happens if your sister isn't into girls huh? What if she tells someone that I asked her out and your parents find out. They will make sure I'm chased out of Hawkins with pitchforks..pitchforks Steve!” She ranted, letting out a sign as it came to an end.

Steve was determined to make Robin see what was right in front of her face, “Robin you know Y/N isn't like that. She already knows you don't like guys and she doesn't see you any different. Plus even if she isn't into girls, you know she would never just go and run and tell people that sort of thing.” He was serious at this point because surely if robin liked you as much as it seemed she did then she would know you wouldn't just out her to everyone.

“Of course I know that she wouldn't do that. She is literally perfect.” Robin's head fell into her hands, letting out a small groan of frustration.

“Who's perfect?” You startled both Robin and your brother as you now stood in front of them.

The look on Steve and Robin's faces immediately let you know you definitely heard something that you weren't supposed to, though you couldn't help but be curious.

“U-Uhm, i-its.” Robin fumbled over her words, “Heidi! Heidi is perfect! Robin was just agreeing with me.” Steve attempted to recover the conversation with a nervous smile.

Of course you knew he was lying, but you didn't exactly have the energy to push further, “Oh okay then.” You smiled slightly while sitting down next to robin on the couch letting your muscles relax. You were certain there was nothing better than relaxing after you've had a hot shower.

Though in trying to relax the awkward silence that now enveloped the three of you was making you slightly uncomfortable, “You guys are never this quiet.”

Steve looks to a hopeless Robin then back to you, “I think this Vecna creep has gotten the best of all of us right now.” What he was saying was mostly true, though he was really just using it as an excuse to get away from why it was currently so quiet.

“Tell me about it.” You signed while sitting up a bit, “I can take the first shift making sure max is okay.” You volunteered knowing someone would need to make sure she was okay and considering you three were the only ones still wide awake the choice was obvious.

“I'll stay up too.” Robin said eagerly, earning a look from Steve, “Y-you know to keep you awake.” She reasoned.

You didn't think much of it, but you were pretty fond of the idea of being able to stay up and talk to robin, just you and her.

“Good enough for me! You guys take the couch, there is a pillow and a blanket on the floor over there calling my name.” Steve jumped off the couch and made his way to the spot on the floor that just so happened to be right next to nancy.

You simply rolled your eyes with a knowing glance, “Goodnight Steve.” You shook your head.

You and Robin had mostly stood in silence while you guys gathered blankets and pillows for the couch. A weird feeling in your stomach had set in knowing you were going to be sleeping so close to Robin all night. You weren't exactly sure what the feeling was, but you didn't dislike it.

“W-would you rather me sleep on the floor?” Robin questioned as she silently hoped you would reject the idea of sleeping separately. And like she had hoped your response was quick, “What no! I- uhm- I don't mind you sleeping on the couch with me.” You were now the one nervously fumbling over your words.

Robin simply let out a gentle okay as you both attempted to get comfortable on the couch. You had settled for sitting facing each other for now. Her on one end and you on the other.

It was clear now that everyone had fallen asleep except for the two girls, and knowing this you spoke quietly, “Robin c-can I ask you something kind of personnel.” Your voice was soft.

Robin's heart sped up a bit. She wasn't sure what exactly you were going to ask, but she didn't really mind sharing personal things with you, “Go for it.”

You took a deep breath before drifting your eyes down to your fidgeting hands, not wanting to make eye contact with robin, “H-How did you know you liked girls?”

The question clearly took Robin off guard because when you looked up at her, her eyes looked wild and a warm heat had spread to the apple of her cheeks. You were about to tell her never mind and to forget you ever asked, but Robin spoke first, “I guess I just kind of knew. I mean you heard the Tammy Thompson story. I just never had any interest in boys. I didn't really know what that meant till I got to high school and figured out that it was even possible for a girl to like another girl. There was always this weird feeling in my stomach when I was around pretty girls and especially Tammy Thompson,” She laughed slightly before continuing, “But the whole Tammy Thomson thing obviously didn't work out.”

You really let the words sink into you. The familiar feeling that robin had described when she was around pretty girls is exactly how you felt right now, and to be honest, any other time you were around her you felt it.

“I think maybe I'm into girls. It just doesn't feel right when I'm with a guy, it feels wrong.” It felt nice to get that off your chest.

Robin was sure her own heart was about to completely stop beating. You actually liked girls, which meant there was now a slightly higher chance that Robin could finally indulge in the love she so desperately desired to have with you.

“It's the best feeling in the world when you actually get to be with someone and it feels right. I-I haven't dated a girl yet, but there is someone that I'm fairly sure I'm in love with, and when I'm with her everything in my body just feels good. MY head always spins and those damn butterflies never wanna go away. The hardest thing I guess is knowing that she is just out of reach.” Robin couldn't help but be emotional. It felt odd talking about you, to you without you even knowing but in a way it felt liberating.

You on the other hand basically felt the air leave your lungs. The way Robin was talking about this mystery girl was exactly what you felt for her and well it was now or never…

“Robin.”

“Yeah?”

“This feels right.” You waited for a reaction to happen on her face, but it wasn't a couple seconds later that robin's hands found the sides of your face and she was pulling you in for a kiss. YOu nervously obliged, connecting her lips to yours, moving them perfectly in sync.

This felt so fucking right.

You both pulled away after a few moments knowing any of the kids could wake up and see the both of you making out on the couch. Not because you were worried about their reaction but now didn't really feel like the most appropriate time to announce to everyone that you and robin had a thing for each other.

“Holy shit,” Robin breathed out, still inches from your face.

“Yeah holy shit,” You giggled, pulling her down completely to your side of the couch.

You didn't share very many more words knowing that you guys would figure out the relationship stuff later, but right now you both just wanted to be with each other.

Robin laid on her back while you laid right beside her, resting your head right below her chin, while your hands found each other and connected. It wasn't long before their shift was up and they were both falling soundly asleep wrapped perfectly into each other's arms.

It had been what felt like the most peaceful sleep for the both of them, not even caring who saw them cuddled up on the couch, however, both of your blissful peace was interrupted in the morning when none other than your brother was snickering above you both with a camera in his hand.

“Say cheese!”

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #steve harrington #stranger things requests #stranger things #stranger things imagine #lgbtq #nancy wheeler #blurb #Eddie Munson #x reader #fanfics #robin buckley x you #robin buckley fanfic

[devildom-drabbles]

Hello! I have a request if you don't mind. I thought about one where MC reads their favorite book to the brothers. :]

Ooo, this is cute!  Even though I was only accepting up to 4 characters when requests were open, this is fairly quick to answer, so I’ll make an exception this time.  Thanks for the prompt!  Enjoy!

(PLEASE NOTE: Requests are still CLOSED. I’m just answering some that I had in my inbox before I stopped accepting them.)

How would each of the demon brothers react to MC reading their favorite book to them?

Lucifer would gladly set aside time for breaks in his busy schedule to allow MC to read their favorite book aloud to him.  Their voice washes away his daily stresses, making it easier for him to pay attention to the book’s contents and properly take pleasure in their company.  He’ll remember even the smallest details from the story so that he can have a quality conversation with them about it while spending extra time with them alone.

Mammon initially can’t understand MC’s hype over some book that doesn’t explain how to get rich quick, but the pure glee that the human expresses when they mention the book to him causes his heart to do backflips, ultimately rendering him weak to their request to read it to him.  Although he’ll try to act indifferent when MC first starts reading, he’ll soon be glued to the story as much as they are.  Once they both finish the book, he’ll be greedy for more and search for sequels, merchandise, and movie adaptations of it for him and MC to enjoy together.

Leviathan can relate to being a hardcore fan of something and wanting to share it with others, so he’s elated when MC chooses him to read their favorite book to.  He’ll pause his game or anime DVD each time MC returns to his room to read the next chapter or two with him, providing them with his undivided attention.  If he’s really into it, then he’ll beg them to just binge-read the whole book right then and there and, afterwards, excitedly ramble with them about how great it was.

Satan, of course, would be ecstatic to have MC read their favorite book to him, even more so if it’s a book he already likes or hasn’t read before.  He’s enthralled in the content from start to finish, and he’d want to discuss his and MC’s thoughts on it together in between chapters and upon its conclusion.  Even if the book isn’t something he’d normally enjoy, it’d end up becoming his favorite book anyway due to how much MC likes it.  He’ll also join MC whenever they decide to reread it and will try to get a copy of the book signed by the author as a special gift for them.

Asmodeus would love to listen to MC read their favorite book to him while he’s doing his skincare routine (since he knows the process by heart and doesn’t have to concentrate much).  Whenever critical events happen in the story, he’ll gasp overdramatically and comment like he’s hearing the juiciest gossip ever.  Every once in a while, he’ll also find himself admiring MC as they’re reading, simply basking in the human’s joy and this experience that they’re sharing together.

Beelzebub would try to eat as quietly as he could when MC reads to him, not wanting to disrupt them or force them to speak louder than his chewing.  In fact, his hunger tends to subside during this time to the point where he can just sit with them and give his full attention to the book.  He likes seeing MC look so happy while they’re engrossed in their favorite book, so once they’re finished, he’ll ask them to read it to him again later and want to hear more about why they like the book.

Belphegor would do his best to not fall asleep while MC is reading, but it doesn’t help that he also demands to lie on their lap or snuggle beside them while they do so.  If the book is interesting to him, he’s more likely to stay awake until they’ve finished, even voicing his thoughts on the story occasionally.  If he does doze off, however, then he’ll blame MC for their voice being so soothing to him and ask them to reread what he missed.

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[mygreatadventurehasbegun]

My Favorite New-To-Me Movies of 2023

Women Talking

This movie won the Oscar of Best Adapted Screenplay and deservedly so...it's scenes are so tightly written and delivered so beautifully by the incredible cast of actresses, that it held my attention for the entire runtime. Every performance was fantastic, and I wish at least one of them had received recognition from the Academy...personally my vote would have been for Claire Foy, but any one of them could have walked away with a nomination.

Pearl

This was such an interesting horror flick...the saturated color palette, the extreme bursts of violence and of course, the magnificent performance by Mia Goth. She was absolutely fascinating to watch...the character of Pearl is so desperate to leave her home and to become a star that she will stop at nothing to get what she wants.

They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

While I consider this to be one of the best movies I've seen this year...it's not necessarily one I'd ever want to watch again. At least not in the near future...because this movie is bleak. During the Great Depression, a group of people sign up for a dance marathon with the hope of winning the prize money. All the characters are so compelling and interesting to watch. Absolutely recommend watching it, especially for Jane Fonda's outstanding performance...but you might finish the movie a bit depressed.

Deathtrap

Man, this movie is fun. It's the kind of movie that I can't say too much about, because the plot is so full of twists...but the basic idea is: A famous playwright, coming off a string of flops, learns that his former student has written a surefire hit play, and he conspires to murder his student and take the play as his own. And you have Christopher Reeve wearing some fantastic sweaters.

Sweet Smell of Success

This movie is so good, I don't even know where to start. The performances, the writing, the cinematography...it's such a perfect example of a noir film (especially one that doesn't focus on a murder or a detective). I wasn't sure what to expect when I started, but from the moment I pressed play, I was completely engrossed.

The Last of Sheila

I really caught up on my murder mysteries this year...and The Last of Sheila is a really great one. Another movie that I can't say too much about because of it's twisty plot...but I will say you can definitely see how it influenced Rian Johnson for his Knives Out films. Also, this was co-written by Anthony Perkins and Stephen Sondheim!

Catch-22

I blind bought this one after Alan Arkin's death...I had never seen it, but thought it seemed like a fun enough film to take the gamble on. And boy, was I right! While I can see why some critics didn't love it back then, this movie is so wonderfully bonkers, I can't help but love it! The witty dialogue, clever shot composition and excellent performances by a massive cast make this movie a real treat!

Home Before Dark

This was a very random find for me...I actually just came across it on TV when it was starting and decided to stick with it (just like the olden days, get off my lawn). And while the movie itself isn't perfect, I was completely drawn in by Jean Simmons' performance. Her character has just returned home from a stay at an asylum, and while she tries to reacclimate to life at home, we start to see her lose it again...but we aren't sure if she is actually being pushed towards that breakdown intentionally. It has a few shades of the movie Gaslight, for sure.

The Collector

This may have been my favorite new-to-me movie of the year! It is such an intense and uncomfortable film, with amazing performances by the two lead actors and an ending that I did not see coming. Given the story and the setting, I could almost see this easily being turned into a stage play...I'd love to see a theater try and capture the claustrophobic feeling you get when Miranda is trapped in that cellar.

A few honorable mentions are: All Quiet on the Western Front (2022), The Thin Man, Sound of Metal, Persona and Somewhere in Time (this one mostly for the melodrama, lol)

Here's to more movies in 2024!

#the collector 1965 #home before dark #sweet smell of success #women talking #they shoot horses don't they #the last of sheila #deathtrap #pearl #catch 22 #movies

[leap-loves]

Ear Scritchies - Tensura - Strings of Fate

Finally did a little somethin somethin for Soei and Meira! Enjoy... Whatever this is XD

If anyone happened to stop into Meira’s shop right now, they wouldn't be likely to believe their eyes. Or Magic Sense. 

It was normal enough to see her working at her bench, various tools and metal scraps around her, and her collection of various gemstones within easy reach. Her eyes gave away the use of her skill to magnify her work, so she could still see the finest details of her work, letting her add the detailed etching and precision she's become known for.

But that wasn't the strange part. 

The strange part was her company. 

Soei stood behind her chair, her hair tie around his wrist, and the cuffs for her bangs settled on the table corner, away from her work. He was running his fingers through her hair, braiding the longer sections of her hair and undoing them. Apparently, Shuna had taught him to braid hair recently on a whim, and he wanted to practice, but Shion and Shuna were both busy with their respective positions and couldn't sit still for any length of time. Which is why he went to Meira, who he knows sits still for far longer than he'd like. 

She didn't mind his presence in the slightest, even finding comfort in it. They weren't talking, at most a small mumble of warning if he was pulling her hair too tight, and some grumbles of frustration at the difficulty of dealing with prongs without scratching herself. Her ears would occasionally twitch if his hand went too near, but she never outright discouraged him. She hardly even noticed it when he did so after all, too engrossed in her work. She was trying to make a Rimuru-themed broach, curious if their Lord would be interested in it. If not, she knows plenty of people would be anyways. 

She was broken from her thoughts on what kind of enchantment she might want to put on the broach by Soei’s warm, heavy hands settling on her shoulders, very gently and slowly pulling them back to encourage her to sit up. 

When had she even begun to hunch over?

“You should take a break.” He encouraged, his voice soft but insistent. “Your back must be hurting from that, and you were leaning away from me.” 

“Sorry, sorry.” Meira apologized with a small, sheepish laugh as she obediently settled into a more upright position. He's not wrong, her back does hurt after that… but his touch was helping ease some of the discomfort. 

Satisfied that she would keep herself upright, Soei went back to his work. He decided to try something new, and very gently ran his claws through her hair, pulling the long portions of her bangs behind her ears to better access them. That small action led to him carefully grazing his claws around her ears, and sent a shiver down Meira’s spine that ended with a small jolt. 

Soei quickly pulled his hands away from her at the first sign of sudden movement, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

“I'm fine, I'm fine.” She reassured quickly, finding her cheeks to be warmer than usual. “I think it just startled me. It wasn't unpleasant.” 

He gave a thoughtful hum before nodding, slowly continuing what he was doing. At first he was careful to completely avoid her ears. Perhaps they're extra sensitive and delicate, since they're so large? Perhaps it was an unpleasant sound? A subconscious need to protect her ears? And yet she has them pierced… 

So he decided to experiment a little. She clearly trusts him enough to let him do this in the first place, after all. So he ran his fingers through her hair again, this time intentionally running the tips of his claws along the skin behind her ears. Not near hard enough to hurt her, of course! But enough to certainly be felt. 

It earned another small shiver that she managed to control much easier, so he didn't move his hands away. Instead he continued with the gentle scratches, watching in amusement as the tension in her shoulders began to all but wash off of her. Her shoulders gradually began to droop, her eyes half lidded and back to normal. How interesting… 

Meira didn't even realize he was testing anything, simply enjoying the sensation. It was a wonderful feeling, relaxing but also attention grabbing. Almost akin to a massage, with considerably less force. Her ears twitched a little more before also drooping slightly, catching up with the rest of her body. She's safe, and Soei won't hurt her. His apologies every time she’d warn him he was tugging her hair too hard was proof enough of that fact. So she could let her guard down and just enjoy having this affection. A nice quiet moment with him, not having to think about anything aside from how wonderful the scratches felt. Is this how the Tempest Wolves feel? Now their begging for pats makes so much sense. 

Truthfully, Soei had sought out Shuna to learn more about what can be done with long hair, not the other way around. Styles and maintenance, the likes. He had hoped to be able to help Meira with hers should she need it, or have an opportunity just like this. To help let her relax and take a proper break. Having someone play with your hair requires you to be still, after all, else you'll disturb their work and it'll risk hurting you. The discovery of how sensitive her ears are was a welcome surprise, however. One that he fully intends to store away for future reference. Looks like he's found a surefire way to help her relax and distract her. 

Ear scritchies. 

Perfect. 

#text post #my writing #otp: strings of fate #tensura #soei x oc #souei x oc

[waitingonavision]

Moon, could you please write something about this scenario? Or not even EXACTLY this scenario, just maybe in a modern au with Bruno's pancita and tío powers? 😵‍💫🤯❤❤❤

Ask and you shall receive! I've incorporated pretty much all(?) of your additions in the replies and reblogs, including @hinataelyontoph's comment about Julieta meaning serious business when she straps Bruno and Mirabel into a BabyBjörn. Posted on AO3.

Note: I haven’t been to an IKEA in years and have taken liberties with its floor plan probably (it’s based on memory). [edit] I reverted the names of the products. This fic is just for fun.

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KUGGIS, & FESTLIGT

It’s a maze.

A glorious maze brimming with treasure and other temptations.

Julieta has brought Mirabel and Bruno along with her to the new IKEA in Bogotá, where they’ve been visiting her in-laws. It’s their last day in the capital; before leaving Casita, they’d intentionally scheduled in some personal leisure time. Agustín has taken a restless Isabela and Luisa to explore around the city (though maybe it’s the girls who have towed their papá away), leaving Julieta to satiate, in relative calm, her curiosity over the famous super store she’s never experienced.

For the past hour or so they’ve been winding their way through showroom after showroom of various home goods with their interesting names. Bruno’s arms are full of a 15-month-old Mirabel. The two of them hover within Julieta’s peripheral vision, the man engrossed in commenting on random items for his sobrinita’s (and his own) entertainment and responding to her babble-talk.

“You’re right, Mira. These, uh…” He glances at the shelf where the large plastic boxes are stacked. “‘KUGGIS’ are very buemma.”

The baby stares up at her tío thoughtfully and giggles. She starts bopping her chubby hands and arms when she hears her mamá’s voice.

“—Ay, how big is this place?” Their shopping bag is not as full as it could be; Julieta’s practicality seems to be outweighing her enthusiasm for the things the store has to offer. Not only that, she’s protested her brother’s insistence that she get whatever she wants. After all: How often do we come out to Bogotá? When do you ever treat yourself, Juli?

“Idaknow,” Bruno answers, shrugging and offering to take the shopping bag as he hands Mirabel (with her happy “Má, Má, Má”) to Julieta.

Their exchange—the verbal one, that is—has become a bit of a running joke, a byproduct of their Endless IKEA Journey. The next room looks like it’s around the bend several meters ahead, and deciding they’ve had enough of baskets and storage solutions, the three of the them plunge onward.

A din of conversation grows as they approach the turn and wide threshold. It opens up to an even wider space, the equally famous IKEA cafeteria.

“I thought I smelled something,” Bruno mumbles, shifting the bag on his shoulder. He wonders if his culinarily-inclined sister sister had noticed as well, if her stomach has begun to rumble like his.

But Julieta gives no indication either way; she sees this as an opportunity to regain their bearings. Where was the sign for KITCHEN, and in what direction was it pointing?

Ah! There! She spots the sign. Or at least a sign. Thank the spacious cafeteria for clearing her mind.

However, when she goes to grab her brother’s arm, her hand falls through the air. She whips around until she finally spots him in line.

“W-what? Mira’s hungry!” Bruno ducks his head as a reflex, only mildly alarmed by the determined fire lighting up his eldest sister’s eyes as she and the baby step beside him.

Julieta huffs a mix of exasperation and amusement. “She is a baby, Bruno. She’s not quite ready for any of that yet. Ven, hermanito.”

“O-kay… well, I’m hungry, then.” For added measure he fixes her with his big eyes, even despite knowing that she tends to be impervious to them.

But he also knows that she’s unable to deny him food. Especially since he’s always had trouble maintaining a healthy weight. Especially since… those awful years… had left him impossibly scrawnier. And especially now that she’s bent on preserving the prized little paunch he’s acquired at long last.

So she waits with Mirabel—who wriggles in her lap and coos whenever her tío’s whereabouts and actions are pointed out to her—while he buys a hot dog and a bag of potato crisps labeled FESTLIGT.

After he rejoins his family and has taken a few bites of the hot dog, Julieta seizes the chance to wrangle him for real. She reaches into the diaper bag for the BabyBjörn, which she then unrolls and throws over his head, starts buckling him in. A small oof halts her progress, and when she peers over, she sees that the belt around Bruno’s waist is pinching into the soft pudge there.

“Sorry, mi vida,” she says as she loosens the strap, holding a few soothing fingers to the side of his belly as she does so.

“S’ok," Bruno chuckles. "I’m not skinny like I used to be.”

“Which is a good thing.” His sister’s voice is devoid of any jest or true heat, and he hums his assent because he can’t argue with that—wouldn’t dare try either.

Once they deem the contraption secure yet pancita-friendly, Julieta slides Mirabel down into the seat, facing her outward. She gives her baby’s cheeks three kisses each, barely missing a beat before doing the same to her brother (“¡Ay, qué mejillitas tan regordetas!” “Okay, okay, Juli… Por favor, just not here.”).

And then they’re off. Bruno’s finished his hot dog but figures he’ll save the FESTLIGT crisps for later; he’d rather avoid dropping crumbs in Mirabel’s mop of curls. Not that she’s likely to mind. The little one is babbling again at all the sights around her. Certainly she’s got plenty of ideas she wants to share with the world.

“Oof- heh, yeah. Well, I think Mira is enjoying her squishy footrest.” Those bare, weirdly jabby baby heels are swinging into Bruno’s gut with every excited buemma and inquisitive kay-o. “Aren’t you, Mira?” He reaches up to boop her on the nose, which earns him a giggle and another kick to the tummy.

“Amor, are you being good to your Tío Bruno?” Julieta asks around a smile. They’ve walked past a section at this point.

“She is, she is.” Though the baby’s legs have quieted, she now has said-tío’s nose-booping finger in her tiny grasp.

“—And you, might get your wish.” Julieta addresses Bruno, giving a light shake of the shopping bag.

“Yeah? Oh. Yeah! That’s great! You know, you gotta be good to yourself, too.”

#encanto #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #asks #glitternightingale #headcanons #encanto headcanons #modern au #viva la pancita de bruno #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted #fic: kuggis & festligt #🌙 fic and art requests #collection: seeing & being seen

[wordsmith30]

Warrior Nun 1×08 Rewatch

Our rebel OCS gang learns from the Warrior Nun journal that after sacrificing his Halo, Adriel became a mortal man and died. His bones, however, still had great power. Because of this, his remains were locked away in a tomb warning all others to stay away. The group is therefore led to think that the Vatican has been using this power all along to anchor demons to Earth. Mary thinks that Duretti wanted Shannon to phase into the tomb and claim the bones so that he could use them for himself.

And, of course, Vincent frames himself as the innocent, faithful servant who could never believe the Vatican would do something like that.

What none of the girls know is that Adriel never died. Areala must have locked him away and faked the news of his death to prevent him from corrupting or manipulating anyone else. She knew what the rest did not: that he’s a devil. Now poised to seize the bones and thwart Duretti’s power grab, Ava and the others are playing right into Adriel and Vincent’s hands.

I didn’t realize that Ava promised Jillian she could try using the bones for her machine. That’s why she decides to help them and give them a place to train.

Mary learns about Vincent’s dark past as they try to track down the Medici’s map of the Vatican catacombs.

Lilith returns to the OCS and finds it eerily different. All of her friends are gone, there are new nuns patrolling the halls, and there’s an altar set up for her in the church. This is also when her pain starts.

While Beatrice tries to help a struggling Ava get through eight feet of stone, Lilith suddenly comes through the door. The first thing she says is “Ava” and then collapses. She doesn’t remember what happened, which is completely understandable, but she’s been changed by her time on the other side. The Tarask’s wound is still there in her stomach.

Getting the chance to rewatch this as well, I realized that Camila was there for some of Ava’s training. She may have seen Beatrice cup Ava’s face briefly when she made it through the first time and they realized she needed more power.

After they see to Lilith, Camila gives Beatrice the journal with a sweet little smile and says, “I think it will help.” She also looks pointedly at Ava before walking away. I see you, Captain!

As they start the story of Sister Melanie, Beatrice tells Ava that Melanie was only in the camps because she was gay. There’s a bit of hesitation before she says the word, but Ava’s reaction is still the best: “Nazis suck balls.”

Thank you, Ava.

Even Beatrice smiles briefly – the first sign of safety.

Despite all Ava’s joking around, she does become very engrossed with the story as it goes on.  

When they get to the part where the Nazi lieutenant sees Melanie’s tattoo, Beatrice takes a whole breath before she says, “‘Lesbich.’” 

She’s probably never said that word aloud – never allowed herself to – and may be even more shocked that Melanie was able to proclaim that so boldly in the face of her oppressors. She starts sniffing as she goes on and doesn’t meet Ava’s eyes for the rest of the story.  

What I think I love best of all is that Melanie does not champion revenge here. She recognizes that picking a fight was just what they wanted and that by doing so, it meant they still had power over her. They wanted her to be afraid. It was only when she accepted herself for what she was and stood in her own power that she was able to defeat them and her inner demons. It’s a very pointed message to Beatrice that she does not need to hide. That she does not need to be ashamed. And what a beautiful message it is from a Warrior Nun who was just like her.

All Ava’s smiles are gone when she sees Beatrice tear up. Trying to lighten the mood doesn’t help. Beatrice says that Ava missed the whole point of the story – that she needs to break through her own personal pain in order to unlock the Halo’s power.

But Beatrice’s anger is misplaced and she tells Ava that it isn’t her.

“I became skilled at so many things just so I would still have value, despite my flaws … or what I had been taught was a flaw.” 

That last bit is still so important because it shows a clear level of understanding and growth there. Self-hatred is taught. When others scold you or put you down for things, you come to think of that behaviour as wrong. So, you stop. But Beatrice understands now that the way her parents treated her was cruel and that everything she’s had to do since then was unfair.

Nevertheless, it’s getting through that fear that’s the hardest part because it’s not just her parents she has to worry about. It’s people everywhere – people who are homophobic, people who don’t understand, people for whom heterosexuality is the norm. You have to test the waters everywhere you go and find out who’s safe to open up to.

“But when you’re punished just for being different, you begin to hate what you are and what you love.”

Beatrice looks back at Ava during this last part and it feels like a not-so-subtle hint as to what’s happening between them right now. 

“What should make you happy only brings you pain.”

Beatrice wishes she could be as happy and as carefree as Ava, that she could toss around the word “Lesbich” without fear or shame. She wishes she could just be herself and say what she feels, and be enough. To not be confined to other people’s expectations.

I think the reason this speech resonates with so many people (myself included) is because it’s broad enough to apply to a myriad of different experiences across difference: feeling other; feeling less than; feeling like no matter what you say or do, you’ll never fully fit in. You’ll never really belong. Feeling like all of these rules our society pushes so strongly just don’t include or accommodate you. Feeling like you’re the problem because you can’t make yourself fit. Because you just can’t be “like everyone else.”

If we had learned exactly what went down with Beatrice’s family, it would have become a very specific, individualized experience. Instead, she captures a human experience. 

Being with Ava in this moment allows Beatrice to voice that pain, and Ava’s response is one of the most beautiful lines ever written: 

“Don’t hate what you are. What you are is beautiful.”

And the way Beatrice just lights up – how she lifts her head and smiles through her tears – shows you just how badly she needed to hear those words.

After that, Beatrice says it’s Ava’s turn and she’s like, “Oh, snap.”

When Camila finds Ava outside later, she’s like, “What’s up?”

“Oh, just … running away from Beatrice.”

Camila chortles. “Good luck.”

Girlfriend didn’t know it then, but Ava’s got herself a companion for life. Beatrice from then onwards will never leave her side.

Lilith seems surprisingly eager to talk to Ava, all things considered. Whereas Ava’s wracked with guilt, Lilith has a new lease on life and doesn’t waste a moment. She apologizes almost at once and says that she should never have been fighting against her.

It’s a very sweet moment between them and I wish we could’ve seen more interactions like that. Season two makes them enemies once again.

Ava’s second go of the twenty-foot wall is still such a lovely scene. It’s there that Beatrice makes her promise to be at her side every step of the way – that Ava will never be alone. And when she catches her on the other side, absolutely beaming (“You did it!”), it cements their relationship (and potentially Beatrice’s feelings for her) in stone. No pun intended.

Mary isn’t angry with Vincent for having a dark past; she’s upset because after everything they’ve been through, he’s never shared it with her. He tells her that he used to be a runner for drug cartels and later became an enforcer. He was clearly a natural fit for the job because the way he manhandled Esteban’s security and threatened the collector was as easy as breathing. And they were scared out of their pants.

Vincent says he’s afraid that if they destroy the root of all evil – Adriel’s bones – he will still be a man consumed in darkness. But he doesn’t believe that Adriel is evil; rather he’s the one Vincent thinks can set him free. That’s the whole reason he’s doing this.

Lilith is still her snippy self with Camila, but Camila wins her over with her mom’s sweet nettle tea.

When the pain returns, Lilith stumbles into the bathroom only to see the cuts on her face vanish. The place where the Tarask impaled her is scabbed over and as she peels off the old skin, the new layer glows with red and orange light. Her transformation has begun.

Kristian manages to find the tomb based on the schematics given and Jillian goes to pay Michael a visit. He already knows that Ava is back; he can feel her presence.

Jillian is also very excited to tell him that they’ve found the other door – the one on the ground. Adriel’s plan is falling into place and they don’t realize that it spells doom for all of them.

Ava meeting Shannon in her dreams reminds me a lot of the Avatar state, and how Aang and Korra were able to communicate with their predecessors.

Ava speaks to Shannon with such reverence, saying she wishes she’d known her. Shannon doesn’t turn around until Ava says, “You left me this” and she says, “Not you. Just the next.”

It feels a bit flippant, but technically, if things had gone to plan, it would’ve been Lilith who inherited the Halo. But I guess you can never really know who’s going to get it next.

Shannon, unlike the others (Vincent, Mother Superion, Duretti, Beatrice), has a very different outlook on the path of the Warrior Nun. The role the OCS holds up in such high esteem is deemed a “burden.” Shannon laments the short lives of her predecessors, says that there was so much potential unfulfilled. “And for what?”

It’s an ominous proclamation, taking Ava by surprise.

It is Shannon who cements Ava’s early beliefs about what they’re fighting for – why Ava comes to prioritize her family first. The first thing she says when she wakes is: “I have to stop this. We need a new plan.”

Beatrice is on her heels immediately as Ava marches back to the Ark and picks up a Divinium knife. “Let me help you. Please tell me what you’re doing.”

I love her. I love her so much. She’s always ready to support Ava at a moment’s notice. (And given that Ava’s got a knife in her hand, she has every reason to be concerned.)

Ava says she needs to find out if she can destroy Divinium so that she can destroy Adriel’s bones. “The mission is the problem!” she tells Beatrice, Mary, and Vincent. “If Shannon is right and the Relic of Adriel is keeping demons on Earth, then we have to destroy the bones. No more demons. No more Warrior Nuns. The cycle of death ends.”

Honestly, I’m surprised that wasn’t their plan to begin with. Why would they allow the demons to stay when those are the very things the OCS has been fighting against for centuries? To prop up the church in their corruption? To fight an endless battle? To send Warrior Nun after Warrior Nun, woman after woman, to their deaths?

And given that Adriel is actually alive and a very real threat, that sounds like a solid plan. He’s no friend to you!

Ava grips the knife by the blade and makes her famous proclamation: “I’m going to be the last Warrior Nun.”

And Beatrice smiles as the blade melts in Ava’s hand.

#Warrior Nun 1x08 #Warrior Nun rewatches #Ava Silva #Sister Beatrice #Adriel #Avatrice #Sister Camila #Sister Lilith #Father Vincent #Sister Shannon #Shotgun Mary #Jillian Salvius #Sister Melanie #otp: it was everyone but you #otp: what you are is beautiful #LGBTQ+ #coming out story #Warrior Nun #Warrior Nun Saved #Happy Pride

[ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing]

Fire That Spreads Like Rumours (#5 Whumptober 2022)

Prompt: Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

Fandom: Star Wars- All Media Types, Star Wars - The Clone Wars (2008)

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/CC-2224 | Cody

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Summary: Cody and Obi-Wan had been so engrossed in talking to each other that Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he even remembered passing the fire danger sign—although if he thinks about it he remembers a flash of bright red that he feels stupid for ignoring now—and by the time they were a few minutes into the hike they’d both put it out of their memory.

What were the chances—even with the increasingly dry season— that in thirty-three million acres of forest Obi-Wan and Cody would find the one spot that would catch?

--- Fic Under the Cut ---

For a minute, he’d thought that they might make it.

It had happened so fast that neither of them was really sure what had happened, but that wasn’t all that surprising.

California was dry during the best of years and the newest decade had brought a forest fire problem, unlike anything anyone had ever seen. Summer had become a game of roulette and still, when Obi-Wan had walked out that morning, chest filled with excitement for the hiking date that he’d set up, he hadn’t thought of it.

Cody and Obi-Wan had been so engrossed in talking to each other that Obi-Wan wasn’t sure he even remembered passing the fire danger sign—although if he thinks about it he remembers a flash of bright red that he feels stupid for ignoring now—and by the time they were a few minutes into the hike they’d both put it out of their memory.

What were the chances—even with the increasingly dry season— that in thirty-three million acres of forest Obi-Wan and Cody would find the one spot that would catch?

The chance was higher than he’d thought.

Three miles into the hike Cody had stopped, nose crinkling in confusion and Obi-Wan had been thinking about how he’d love to kiss that stupified expression off the man’s face when he caught the same whiff.

“That’s- Is someone making a campfire?” Obi-Wan asked, “I thought they’d just put a fire restriction in place. No campfires until the warning levels go down.”

Cody had swallowed, suddenly looking a little apprehensive, “They did. I- I think we should turn back. If someone is lighting a fire there’s a good chance that something could go wrong. We wouldn’t want to be out here when that happens.”

And Obi-Wan had nodded, “Yeah. You’re right. Let’s start back. We’re only a kilometer or two in.”

In the end, a kilometer or two, was a matter of a hundred meters or so too far.

A few hundred meters from where they’d decided to turn around, Obi-Wan had begun to feel heat at his back and it wasn’t until he turned around, seeing small flecks of embers floating in the sky that he’d truly started to panic.

It meant that the wind was blowing their way and he’d seen enough of the signs to know that that wasn’t good. He’d lived in California for enough time to know that the flames could travel much faster than they could.

They’d been going downhill, which was to their advantage, but even at their pace, Obi-Wan had had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The embers had become little spits of fire along the forest floor and both Obi-Wan and Cody had looked in horror at just how fast the underbrush was burning.

“We can’t- we can’t outrun it, can we?” Obi-Wan had asked, voice small.

“We can try,” Cody told him firmly, slinging off his camelbak, uncapping the top and pulling a cooling cloth out, ripping it into two pieces and wetting it before handing the piece off to Obi-Wan, “I think we’re going to need these soon. Better to get a start on it now. We’ve gotta move quickly. How fast can you run?”

The answer, as much as it hurt Obi-Wan’s chest to think, was not as fast as Cody.

Obi-Wan spent most of his days in the archives of his library, doing research on the native tribes that lived in and around California and working with land conservation efforts to keep as much of their land as possible in their hands.

Cody was a postal worker, who worked on foot all day and had far more endurance than Obi-Wan could ever hope.

Smoke had started to fill the air quickly after that and soon, the flames had come, roaring and rushing, leaping from tree to tree at their heels, fanned on by the wind at their backs.

The forest was loud, the rustling in the underbrush and the calls of birds above them telling Obi-Wan just how bad things were.

Deer flew passed them, out of the woods and ahead of the fire, paying them no mind—too busy trying to find a way to escape the unescapable.

Soon, it felt like there was no more oxygen left in the air, and Obi-Wan had been the first to fall.

Cody had stopped, falling to his knees, grabbing Obi-Wan’s face and speaking to him, though the words were muffled—like Obi-Wan was under water— and black dots were filling his vision as he gasped for breath through the mostly dry cloth.

“R-R-Ru-,” Obi-Wan cut off, coughing so hard that his body bowed with the movement, the heat against his back painful.

“Ob-,” Cody cut off with a cough of his own, “Obi, you- you gotta-.”

That was all Obi-Wan could remember—as the world around them caught on fire and his skin felt like it would melt off his bones—before everything went dark.

His last thought, was that if Cody would have gone ahead of him, he probably would have made it.

#whumptober2022 #no.5 #running out of air #star wars #fic #major character death #codywan #codywan fic #angst #no happy ending #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #musicsoul1982 whumps

[abysscronica]

Thank you for so many drake headcannons and stuff!! ❤️ Reading them made me realize I may have some sort of attraction towards drake 😂

Maybe if you have the time, some headcannons of drake and Birdie with kids?

FINALLY, getting to this! I understand, Drake is babyboi. ♥️

Soooo, onto the kids! First of all, Drake and birdie would adopt.

I've said this before: in my stories, the women in the Marines sign up for monthly injections that works as contraceptives and keep their period short, scarce, and painless, courtesy of Dr. Vegapunk. This means that, in order to have kids, Drake and birdie would have to talk, decide about it, then birdie would have to actively withdraw from the birth-control program before they start trying to conceive.

Honestly, birdie isn't the motherly type, nor I can see her very much into the idea of having children. Drake maybe, supposing they're now living in peaceful times (so the war for the One Piece is over, everything is fine, they got married, etc). Under these circumstances, he may be able to talk birdie into it, slowing letting the idea of a family grow on her.

[just so you know, I think I got carried away with the headcanons below]

So let's say they're both on board with having kids now. Adoption seems like the most alluring option for them. Look at their job and upbringing: going from island to island combating pirates, seeing the mess brutal men leave behind, including World Government-sanctioned misery. How many orphans would they lay eyes on? How many desperate, innocent people? And it's not something they can't relate too. Birdie is an orphan herself, she knows all too well what it means to grow up alone and unwanted. Drake, on the other hand, was stuck with an emotionally and physically abusive father that both neglected him and used him as a slave-warrior. It only feels natural that, after discussing about starting a family, they dock on an impoverished island once again for their next mission, they see abandoned children on the streets, left to fend for themselves, they look at each other and... they just know what they are going to do.

Not to mention that, secondarily, this would also save birdie the trouble to go through pregnancy, delivery, and breastfeeding when she's an active marine and is not looking forward to any of that. Although I do know that some of you were looking forward to such headcanons, but I promise I can still give you that, we can make up a scenario where she gets pregnant by accident against all odds (we've touched upon it in another ask already), you just have to ask. For this one, I'll carry on with the adopted kids.

the first is from a mission on a very poor island overrun by gangs, with lots of kids on the streets

after the mission, birdie is wandering by herself and sees a young child in rags (5-6?) finding out that bullies tore apart his illustrated book, his only treasure, and bawling his eyes out

maybe he reminds her of herself, maybe it's just mercy, but she decides she's not gonna leave him there

as she approaches him, she thinks back to the first time she met Aokiji and his "Do you want to join the Marines?"

despite that being her rescue, she's not gonna say anything like that, so she just asks the child if he wants to go away with her

he is very intimidated at first, but he caves when she tells him he can get more adventure books

as they walk back to the warship, he takes her hand for comfort, which startles her a little at first, but she doesn't let go

when Drake sees them approaching, he raises his eyebrow to birdie

she shrugs, "you said you wanted kids" then passes by him carelessly

he pauses for a minute before going "W-Wait, WHAT"

they take the sea, the kid is a bit scared at first, especially with the marines, but he soon becomes engrossed with watching the infinity of the sea

he has lice and shit, so the first thing birdie does is drawing a bath and wash him thoroughly. then she cuts up some uniform and makes him new clothes

he's not at ease with big men, so he gets quite attached to birdie soon

he likes to talk about the hero of his book, the One Piece, and the small animals he used to search and observe on the island

he loves that she lets him talk, even if she doesn't say much, because nobody ever listened to him before

there's not much for a kid to do on a warship, so she's grateful he likes to talk. Although at some point she has to start telling stories herself to keep him distracted

he loves it. this woman seems to know so much about the world, she must've been everywhere! and she fought pirates, bandits, monsters! and she's kind! even if she pretends she's not

initially, Drakes intimidates him quite a bit: he's huge, stern, and everyone treats him with respect & does as he says (he's the commanding officer after all)

well, except birdie, she doesn't seem to care much - she's already a badass in the kid's eyes

the child spends most of his indoor time in the cabin with her, but Drake comes in at night too, so he becomes quiet and shies in a corner

Drake is relegated to sleep on the little couch because the bed is now for birdie and the kid

every night he tries to spark a conversation with the child by asking him what he did today and whether he enjoyed, but the kid just cowers away

Drake is actually a little heartbroken, although he doesn't show it

birdie teases him about it, she says it's because of his scary stern look

when she realizes he's actually lowkey sad, she starts including him in her goodnight stories for the kid, encouraging them to interact

Drake sucks at this

he tries his best, but whatever detail he adds to birdie's stories is either too scary or dull as hell, and the kid just stares at him with wide eyes

he's very depressed

until, one night, he inserts a dragon in the tale

that works

the kid is interested, and Drake gets so enthusiastic that he starts adding a lot of useless details about the dragon's hunting habits, its biology, the shape of its scales, the mechanisms that allow it to breathe fire, etc

birdie is actually annoyed that she can't continue her story because this nerd keeps ranting

but the kids loves it. he asks more questions, he rails Drake up

soon they're a couple of reptile-nerds discussing dragons on the bed

birdie smiles and quietly leaves to take over the night shift

when they arrive in Marineford, they go directly to register him as their son

everyone is shocked, but they act like it's the most natural thing in the world. they also take two weeks off to help the child adjust

the kid is a little overwhelmed by seeing Marineford, with all the buildings, the soldiers, and the citizens, and no dirt, rags, or beggars

so they start slow, by taking him to their place and telling him that this is his new home

he cries, they panic

it's gonna be a long journey, learning how to parent

Drake immediately clears a room for him (probably his office) and turns it into a children room

he also cooks a big dinner, with chicken, spinaches, mashed potatoes, etc. the kid cries again and they panic again

after dinner, they bath him and put him in his new bed

he asks if he can sleep with birdie, and Drake says no, gently but firmly

later, as Drake and birdie bath together, he says that it's important to set this boundary, or else he'll want to sleep with them all the time

they also talk about how their life suddenly changed, and even if they both try to put on a cool facade, they can barely contain their excitement and happiness

they go to bed, and the kid appears after half an hour asking again if he can sleep with them

Drake caves immediately

birdie subtly glares at him as the kid dives into their bed, but Drake looks away

the day after, birdie takes the child to choose some new books and toys

the kid is still overwhelmed by Marineford, but he asks a lot of questions and birdie explains about the Marines and the HQ, the town, etc.

by the time they're home, Drake has prepared another great meal for lunch, with sweets for dessert

birdie tells him that he's spoiling the kid too much and he scoffs

after lunch, the child suddenly gets all dejected and asks when will he have to go back

the two are shocked and tell him this is his life now

the child has a hard time believing them, it's clear

later, birdie and Drake discuss that they should be followed by a psychologist, because this is a very brusque change for an orphan from the streets

they get the best on the island

thanks to all their efforts, the child slowly adjusts to his new life

Koby comes over often to see him, the kid likes him immediately

other people are enthusiast: Hibari, Tashigi, Helmeppo... even Smoker comes and brings a present for the kid

the kid is actually scared of Smoker. he brushes it away, but he's also secretly heartbroken

after two weeks, Drake goes for a mission. the kid cries when they tell him Drake is going away for some time, and Drake almost calls his mission off - then birdie kicks him out

in the next few weeks, the child is a little sad and continuously asks when Drake is gonna be back

birdie does her best to keep him distracted

Drake manages to call a couple of times and the kid monopolizes the conversation on the Den Den Mushi. birdie thinks back to when they used to call each other during missions, how relieved they were of talking through the receiver and knowing they were fine, how they missed each other and it was only about them... she realizes their life has now changed forever, they have a new treasure, something to protect at all costs - this is the first time it downs on her that she's a mother now

the kid is ecstatic when Drake is back, he monopolizes him again to the point he and birdie can hardly exchange a quick kiss before the child drags him to his room to show him his new book on reptiles

that night, Drake confesses to her that he had the father epiphany too while he was on the mission, specifically when he heard the child's voice through the Den Den Mushi

the first time birdie goes on a mission is worse

the kid throws a tantrum when she leaves and cries a lot while she's gone

Drake has a hard time handling him alone, but he tries his best to keep him happy

at the beginning, he attempts to reassure him, then distract him. when it doesn't work, exasperated, he admits he misses birdie too

surprisingly, this calms the kid down, like he feels he has to keep it together to make Drake feel better too

to keep his mind occupied, Drake shows him his hybrid form

that pretty much wins the cake until birdie comes back

eventually, the kid starts going to school and makes friends of his own

when birdie goes pick him up, he asks if he can call her "mom" since all the other kids have moms, but his real one left him on the street and never came back for him

birdie is a little choked up, but she shrugs it off and gruffly says that of course she is his real mom

next the kid asks if he can call Drake "dad", birdie says yes, obviously

at home, the kid calls Drake "daddy"

birdie enjoys watching the man freeze and try to hide his humid eyes

with time, the child gets used to his new life in Marineford, though he never likes when one of his parents is away on missions

but seeing all his classmates in the same situation, he learns how to deal with it too

birdie and Drake make a point to take a vacation twice a year and go to some new island, to show him the world

There would be more to say about it. Birdie and Drake will adopt other kids, their family will grow. I can make another post if people are interested in it, but this has become quite extensive already, so I'll leave it as such for now. Hope you enjoyed it. ❣️

[wil-is-done]

Shiny Smily Story - Chapter 1: Prologue

Summary: Tokino Sora, after spending her first few months in hololive as the agency’s sole talent, will finally be joined by new recruits to her group, and she is determined to welcome her juniors with a bright smile and open arms, whoever they might be. 

(…and the monkey’s paw closes a finger.)

Word Count: 2.495

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IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a repost.

“Now then, let’s meet again in the next stream! Byeee!”

Sora continues to wave at the camera, continues to wear her brightest smile until the end card rolls up and A-chan cut the audio. She breathes a satisfied sigh. Another stream well done. 

“Aaaaand that’s a wrap for today,” A-chan announces, an eye on the laptop beside her as she puts the stream on the ending countdown. The other two staff members don’t wait long before they turn off the camera and switch off the lights. 

Sora takes the time to bow politely. “Thank you all so much again for helping with the stream.”

“We heard you the first twenty times, Sora,” chuckles A-chan, while the two staff members mumble their you’re welcomes. They’re already moving to pack everything up and store them away. The streaming setup in the studio might not be terribly complicated, but they clearly want to head home as soon as possible.

“And you’ll hear it twenty more times, A-chan.” Sora stretches and relaxes, a cheeky tongue poking out of her lips.

What comes next has become fairly routine for Sora ever since she joined hololive a few months ago. She’ll help tidying up as much as she can, leaving the most vital technical bits to A-chan or the other staff members. After either a tangled cable or a misplaced lens, A-chan will decide she’s getting in the way more than helping, and shoos her away to get changed. Sora will insist on staying, A-chan will get a bit mean, until Sora eventually relents and leaves first.

Give or take fifteen minutes later, A-chan will leave the studio, a pack of equipment Sora’ll need for her home setup slung over one shoulder, where Sora will greet her in the break room, already changed to a casual, comfier outfit. Sora will thank the staff for their hard work, again, and bids them good day and goodbye. A-chan is much more casual about the process, more subdued, but the small salutes she gives to her coworkers as she leaves with Sora still conveys her gratitude and respect.

“Did we do good?” Sora asks as the elevator display crawls from three to two.

“Not bad. We peaked at around three hundred viewers, I think,” A-chan answers, a little distracted by something on her phone.

Sora hums. Something about that number rings a bell. “That’s about the capacity of the auditorium back in high school, right?” she tries.

“Uh, yeah?” The question comes out of nowhere enough that A-chan turns to look at Sora curiously. “Why do you remember that?”

“It was where I did my first live. Technically.” Sora puffs out her chest, stands on her tiptoes for a second. “You never forget your first.”

A-chan rolls her eyes, fondly, the memory twinkling in those light blues like stars, before her attention returns to her phone. “Technically.”   

There is a ding, and the elevator door opens. Sora has to link her arm around A-chan’s to stop her from bumping into the elevator panel, or into the woman waiting just outside, or the wet floor sign in the middle of the corridor. Something on her phone is really taking up all her attention.

“Oh, speaking of,” A-chan starts, not looking up from her phone. “Don’t forget about that Twister punishment game on Wednesday.” 

“I don’t think the chat is going to let me forget,” Sora muses. Her chat is always sent into a tizzy whenever Twister is mentioned, for some reason.  

Sora remembers something about the game. Something interesting, and helpful. She steals a glance at A-chan, still engrossed by her phone, takes a breath, and goes for it. “You know, I heard Twister is even more fun when you’re playing it with someone else.”

A-chan doesn’t look up, but she does stop reading whatever it is on her phone. There is a gleam in her eyes, in the way they dart about for a split second, that clues Sora in. “I heard that too,” A-chan only says, even though she definitely knows where Sora is going with this.

Sora keeps her voice and tone even. “A-chan.”

This time, A-chan does look up. She stops, even. They both do, right before the exit to the parking lot. Sora gives A-chan a subtle smile, loosening her hold on A-chan’s arm, hoping she doesn’t come across as pushy or needy. Hoping she’ll come across only as a girl who wants to have fun with her dear friend.

A-chan averts her eyes, and Sora’s heart sinks a little. “Being on camera like you do, everyday… that takes a certain kind of courage. Courage that I just don’t have,” she says, and the gap between them widens by an inch. Then she peeks up over the rim of her glasses. “I’m perfectly happy with just helping you behind the scenes, Sora. That hasn’t changed.”  

Sora is prepared for this, and tells herself she isn’t disappointed. “Okay.”

“And it’s your punishment game. Don’t go around dragging innocent bystanders into it.”

They share a chuckle, and step outside, leaving the hololive building and the uncomfortable conversation behind, arms no longer linked. 

It’s not a terribly long walk from the office to the station, and Sora knows the way by heart, so she allows her eyes and her mind to wander. Allows herself to indulge in the tightness of her chest. 

She’ll ask A-chan about this again, for sure. When enough time has passed for her to either forget or to get her hopes up again. Or when the ice creeping into her chest and the lump clogging her throat becomes unbearable. It feels strange to say that she’s lonely, even though A-chan and other staff members are always there with her, for her, just behind the camera. Feels silly. Feels selfish. But, as she heard once, the heart will want what it wants. And her heart wants to not be alone, wants someone to be there with her on the stage. 

The walk is over in a flash, and suddenly Sora finds herself on the station platform, the announcement of their usual train’s arrival blaring overhead. The train rolls in, Sora waits for the passengers inside to file out, and takes three steps before realizing A-chan is not walking beside her. 

She turns, and sees A-chan a few paces behind, head down, eyes glued to her phone. She hesitates for a split second - being rough simply isn’t in her nature - but she stomps back and drags A-chan by the arm. The two manage to make it inside only a second before the door closes.

“A-chan, don’t zone out like that,” scolds Sora, but she quickly softens. “This isn’t like you. Is everything okay?”

A-chan gets a little red in the cheeks. “Oh, no, yeah, everything’s fine. Sorry if I made you worry, Sora,” she mumbles, waving off nonexistent flies. “It’s just… management stuff.”

Sora tilts her head. “I’ve seen what management stuff does to you, and it’s not this.”  

“Right. Um.” A-chan stiffly points to the seats. “Let’s sit down first?”

Sora raises an eyebrow, but nods. Thankfully, this line is never terribly crowded at this time of day, so empty seats are aplenty. They sit down next to one another, and Sora waits for A-chan to start. A minute later, as the train slices through the heart of Tokyo, she does.

“So, Sora. A bit of news you should know.” A-chan is talking slowly, carefully. Almost like she’s worried. “Management is thinking of expanding the hololive label.”

“Oh?” Sora’s eyes widen, hairs suddenly standing on end. “Expand it how?”

“By recruiting a new member.”

It takes a second for the sentence to register. And another second for all that sentence implies to hit her like a bullet. Sora isn’t sure if she wants to gawk, or cheer, or do a little twirling dance in the middle of the train car. “Oh, goodness,” she simply says.

A-chan continues, but without meeting Sora’s eyes. “The idea of recruiting a second member has been brewing in the background for a while now, but at the start of this month, for whatever reason, management suddenly decided to… accelerate it.” 

“Accelerate it,” Sora repeats. For her own sake. “As in… you’ll start recruiting soon?”

“As in… we kinda already have.” 

A distant, very distant part of her regrets having this conversation in public, if only because squealing like a banshee and pulling A-chan into a bear hug right now would attract a lot of unwanted attention.

“It’s not quite official yet. There’s still some paperwork to be filled out here and there, but, yeah. Management just sorta… found a very promising candidate and, uh… let’s just say, they more or less hired her on the spot.” A-chan coughs, voice lowering to just above a whisper. “She’s… interesting. Definitely going to turn some heads, that’s for sure.”

Sora almost blurts that she doesn’t care - she’ll be happy to work together with the new member no matter who she is - but A-chan shoots her an apologetic look that stops her. 

“I’m so sorry, I would’ve told you all of this sooner, I swear. It just- god, it all happened so fast…” she trails off, cringing like she usually does when she thinks she’s talked for too long. “Um. What do you think?”

Sora takes a deep breath to calm down, because she knows if she releases all the excitement building in her chest at once she’ll blow out the ears of everyone in this car. She doesn’t hug A-chan, but she still clamps her hands down on A-chan’s shoulders. “I think this is amazing!” 

A-chan freezes for a beat, then breathes out a laugh. Relief adorns the smile on her lips. The sight makes Sora’s own smile grow even wider. Enough to make her eyes water. She has to pat her cheeks, as if coaxing the smile from splitting her face.

“Oh, goodness. I’m going to have juniors again, like back in high school!” Sora’s basically bouncing up and down in her seat. It really does feel like she’s a high school girl again. “This is so exciting!”

Another breathy laugh as A-chan leans back. “Yeah. Guess you could see it that way.” 

“What’s she like?” 

A-chan’s smile freezes, then falls. “I… can’t really tell you just yet.”

That doesn’t quite bring the mood down, but it is an odd, unexpected bump. “You… can’t? Why?” Sora asks.

“Oh. You know. Just a couple dozen NDAs.” The last sentence rolls out of A-chan at double speed, and she continues just as quickly. “But I’m sure she’s going to be a delight to work with! She must be a pretty pleasant person, at least. Can’t imagine anyone would tune into a streamer without any charm.”

Sora narrows her eyes. Connects the dots. “You haven’t met her before?”

“I… sort of met her. In a way,” A-chan answers, but once again only leaving Sora with more questions. A-chan must’ve noticed, because she continues, “Again. Everything’s moving really fast. And we have to keep a lot of things under wraps. We don’t really have any other choice, if we want her to join us. Just- wait a week or two. Everything’ll be clearer then.”   

Sora nods. She still thinks it’s odd, to be this secretive and to have so many precautions. Nothing like this happened when she first joined hololive. But she won’t pretend to be well-versed in the recruitment process of a talent agency, so she’ll simply place her faith on A-chan and the management to know what they are doing. 

A-chan makes a little noise, remembering something. “That goes for you too, now. Keeping this a secret, I mean. If you let slip that we’re recruiting a new member before we make any official announcements, we’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

Sora nods again, with a reassuring smile this time. “My lips are sealed,” she promises. 

A-chan stares at her for a beat, then reaches out to close an imaginary zipper over her lips. “There. Just to be sure.” 

Sora giggles, but indulges her, not letting her mouth open. It’s silly. It’s great.

When the train reaches her stop, Sora’s so bubbly and lost in thought that she almost forgot to take her streaming equipment from A-chan. She pushes the pack into Sora’s hands with a smirk, and walks with her to the door. A-chan’s stop is still three stations down, so it becomes customary for Sora to bid her farewell first. Not that they have any other choice.

Sora turns, standing behind the line. “You’re going to tune into my karaoke stream tomorrow?”

“Missing Tokino Sora’s singing stream? Wouldn’t think of it,” A-chan smoothly says, hands crossed. She’s always cute when she gets the chance to act cool.

An announcement blares overhead. A few people file inside the train a couple cars ahead. None on this door though. Just how Sora liked it.

“See you later,” A-chan calls out as the doors begin to close. “Senpai.” 

When the train speeds off, she feels so light she thought she’ll get carried off by the wind. 

A second member. Someone to stand on stage with her. It feels too perfect, almost. Unreal. Like it’s a dream. But her life has always felt like a dream ever since she joined hololive, so she’s willing to accept this as reality, and not just her unconscious mind playing tricks on her in her sleep. And now she’s bold enough to dream even more. What if management doesn’t stop at two? What if they decide to recruit a third member? Or a fourth? Or maybe even a fifth? 

Whoever they are, wherever they come from, however many they might be, Sora will welcome them all with a bright smile and open arms.

Tokino Sora, soon no longer the sole talent in hololive, takes her first step into a brand new story.

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So I’m definitely not the first one to think, “What would hololive look like as an anime?” but I haven’t seen very many people actually try to explore the idea, so this is my take on it.

Deciding Sora as the main protag is a no-brainer, but actually writing her turned out to be pretty tricky. Having A-chan with her definitely helped, and the few clips I managed to find of the two interacting together has been a godsend. I think you can kinda tell already what aspect of Sora I’m going to focus on. 

Anyway. Other holomembers will show up in future chapters, in case you can’t already tell. Absolutely excited to dive into the bizarre playground that is the hololive lore. 

Next up, a high-spec robot enters the stage.

#hololive #hololive jp #tokino sora #a-chan #hololive fanfiction #Shiny Smily Story

[sunkendreams]

i am an absolute sucker for how you write vincent 🤌

may i please request some smut where the reader is playing the prey/predator type of hide and seek with vincent and when he finds her, he just can't hold himself back so they end up fucking right then and there hehe 🤸‍♀️

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝟏𝟖+! 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫/𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 & 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝟑,𝟑𝟏𝟖.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐧𝐠𝐥, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 🧎‍♀️ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐡 ,, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ❤️

┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — @peachygothgirl ; @mrs-heelshire ; @slasherfantasy ; @loraxlola ; @the-wordis-bird ; @suguruswife ; @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better ; @iamcautiouslyoptimistic ; @lttlegore ; @darklylucid ; @mehidktbh ; @liquid-beepers

When you proposed the idea of a more unconventional iteration of hide and seek, Vincent was more than engrossed, to say the least. It was just you and him, alone in the house, and since Bo was out in Ambrose and down in the garage, your little game would be left undisturbed.

It was some sort of predator and prey game, something where you pretended to be prey, a helpless woman. Vincent had severed the correlation between victim and prey — he wouldn’t be tossing you into the chair (even in a playful way). He did carry his knives just for the fun of it.

Vincent was a very good hunter, and admittedly, this idea that you’d come up with was already making the blood pump through him, get him all riled up. It was all supposed to be fun and games, but there would be a chilling thrill in hunting you, in stalking after you. His mouth watered from the mere thought of it all.

‘If I catch you, what do I win?’ Vincent signed, cocking his head to one side. He needed to know what he was playing for, after all. This version of hide and seek was far more intense, but it did excite him, that much was for certain.

“Whatever you want.” You shrugged, twisting your fingers together. “Anywhere in the house or basement is free game, and I’m allowed to move around.” Those were the conditions, your rules that Vincent had agreed to adhere to. You were excited, truth be told — the idea was meant to be a little more debauched than you let on.

He nodded, standing beside the front door, arms loosely folded across his chest. ‘Fair enough.’ Vincent signed, bubbling with an eager anticipation. He was coiled, his stance akin to a waiting lion, prepared to strike. There was something exciting about all of this, the prospect of this game, and he turned toward the front door.

“Are you ready?” You asked — in reality, you should’ve been asking yourself the same thing. You had no idea what to expect from Vincent in this regard, hunting you down like a wolf chasing after a rabbit. Your heart hammered within your chest, palms becoming damp with perspiration.

Vincent didn’t say anything — he merely opened the front door to stand outside and count to seventy. There was a strange glint within his good eye, boring into you, burning a hole through you before he shut the door altogether, leaving you alone in the house. As soon as it clicked shut, you were racing to find a place to hide, somewhere he wouldn’t suspect.

Behind a door or hiding beneath something was too obvious and too silly, so you decided to crouch behind the open closet door instead, giving you access to one of the narrow hallways and the basement door in case you needed to run. You clasped one hand over your mouth to mask your heavy breathing.

As soon as the door flung open, you could see Vincent’s shadow across the hardwood, and he was standing still, almost a little unsettling to behold as he stalked toward the living room. Once his figure was just out of frame, you crept toward the wall, waiting to hear Vincent’s footsteps.

There was nothing — the sudden wash of silence gripped you tightly, a sense of terror flooding through you. Your gut swirled with anticipation, and out of sheer panic, you crawled toward the pool table, wedging yourself underneath it.

You couldn’t see Vincent whatsoever, and wherever he went, he was somewhere farther away. You assumed he’d gone toward the back of the house or upstairs, but he would’ve seen you slinking over to the pool table if he’d taken the staircase. The lack of prowling footsteps made the game so much more real — if you really were a victim, you wouldn’t have a clue.

Vincent was thoroughly enjoying this hunt of sorts — he knew where you were, but he liked watching you scramble about, all shaky and breathless, waiting for him to come around the corner. He stared at you from the kitchen, in plain sight, your foot just barely sticking out from underneath the pool table.

He was a patient predator, head cocked to one side as you waited there underneath the table, not moving until you heard something. Vincent decided to let you challenge yourself, and so he wandered toward the stairs, intentionally letting you see him as he stalked up the wide staircase.

Once he was completely out of sight again, you were scrambling from underneath the pool table, skin scratching against the frayed rug and splintering hardwood. You caught your stomach on something as you wriggled out, but you ignored the cut for now.

You were filled with some semblance of giddiness as you slunk around the house, wanting to make your way into the basement. Vincent’s feather-light footsteps were barely audible as they prowled along the bannister, boots lightly thudding underneath him. You hoped that the coast was clear enough for you to make a run for it.

As soon as your hand clasped around the doorknob to the basement, you heard something above you, footfalls ceasing entirely. Vincent was glowering down at you from above, poised and coiled, head canting to one side. Right as you moved, he moved — and he was deadly quick.

You fumbled to open the basement door, opening it and slamming it shut behind you as you clamored down the steps into Vincent’s sanctuary. He knew this territory better than anyone else — it wasn’t necessarily a smart move, but the thrill of the chase was on, and you could hear him behind you.

Vincent wrenched the door open, stopping at the very top of the steps. He could hear you skittering around in the basement, scrambling to find a place to hide, and it only served to further his enjoyment of the game. His mind was racing with salacious fantasies, things he wanted to do when he won — there was no if.

There weren’t very many good spots to hide in down in the basement, but the one you did find happened to be better than you expected, a large tarp that covered two unfinished wax sculptures. You ducked down underneath, flattening yourself against the hard, cold concrete, pressing the back of your hand to your mouth.

He was after you, excited and eager to find you, meticulously crossing the floor of the basement, twirling one of his knives between his digits. Vincent would never hurt you, not under any circumstances, but he wanted to add some edge to your game, squinting from underneath the mask.

There was a confidence within his steps as he pondered his menagerie of wax, wandering toward the chair, scratching the tip of the blade across the rusty metal. From underneath the tarp, you were trying not to give yourself away, biting down hard into your lower lip.

Vincent knew that you were down here somewhere — where you were exactly, that was the question. There were only so many locations for you to hide, and he was deeply familiar with the basement. He playfully tapped the knife against the wall, standing beside his workbench as he surveyed the area.

Truthfully, Vincent wanted to drag out the suspense for as long as possible, torment you, wherever you were, make you lay there in anticipation. Those clunky boots were graceful as they moved across the floor, and he was preening over every possible place — and that was when his gaze fell upon the tarp covering some of the unfinished wax sculptures.

There was no movement whatsoever, but Vincent knew you like the back of his hand, knew where you would hide. You were a little predictable, but that made it enjoyable, watching you scramble around to try and hide from him. It was cute, in a way. He carefully stepped toward the tarp, lingering in front of it, hoping you would catch a little glimpse.

As soon as he stopped in front of you, you knew he’d caught you. Even then, you kept your palm clasped tightly around your mouth, smothering any sliver of noise that threatened to escape. You peeked out as best as you could, catching the silvery glint of his blade.

You knew it was all a game, all a fun little act, but it still managed to instill a pang of excitable fear into your gut, coupled with intimidation. You didn’t move a muscle, chest rising and falling erratically, and you watched as Vincent moved away, leaving you completely bewildered.

You didn’t dare move, even if he supposedly slunk away. His footfalls seemed to become lighter, but were still close by, as if he hadn’t left the room. Vincent was rather intelligent — there was no way that he didn’t know you were underneath the tarp. It was the perfect hiding place in a room where there weren’t any.

Splayed out across the floor, you remained hushed, practically biting into the skin of your palm to keep from making any noise. Vincent’s footsteps faded out, as if they were moving further away now, moving to somewhere else within the basement.

The silence was deafening, and you could hear your own heartbeat thrumming against your ears, blood pumping through you as you finally decided to slide out from underneath the tarp. You were sluggish, attempting to not rattle the crinkled material, but you were bound to make a little bit of noise.

He had to be messing with you, now — but you didn’t see him anymore, almost as if he disappeared into thin air. As you rolled up onto your feet, you had a look around the room, skin prickling with goosebumps as you moved toward the doorframe that led into the next wing of his menagerie.

As soon as you crossed the invisible threshold, Vincent lunged forward, coming around the corner as he crashed into you. You yelped, stumbling backwards as you tripped onto the floor — first onto your ass, and then your head, but the fall wasn’t hard whatsoever. You gasped, watching Vincent move forward, hovering above you.

“You knew.” You murmured, sitting up slightly, using your elbows for support. There was a sly glint within Vincent’s gaze, but he shrugged, stepping forward as he crouched down until he was straddling your hips. He playfully prodded the tip of his knife into the material of your shirt.

‘I won.’ He signed, and you could practically hear the amusement even through his gestures. Vincent placed his knife back into the leathery sheath upon his hip, looming above you, hand slipping against the waistband of your shorts. ‘You did say that the prize could be whatever I wanted.’

You couldn’t help but smirk, and you nodded in agreement. “I’m sticking to my word.” You mumbled, lifting both of your legs until they were situated into v-shapes, squeezing into his hips. Your lightheartedness melded into something serious very quickly, and you could practically taste his lustful intent.

Vincent let out a possessive growl, hastily removing his mask in order to kiss you, tossing off his cardigan in the process. His hand was kneading into your chest, the other groping at the pliant flesh of your haunch, his mouth like a blistering flame that ripped right through you. He was domineering right from the start, now situated between your legs.

The hard concrete wasn’t the most comfortable, but Vincent was kind enough to let you lay on top of his cardigan, hands tangling into your shorts, easing them down your legs. It was a heated flurry of lips and teeth, and you were moaning into his mouth, feeling his clothed cock grind right into your core.

He definitely got off on the idea of chasing you down, that much was for certain. Vincent loved this — he loved you, the feeling of you, knowing that you were all his, his muse. As you squirm underneath him, he was quick in sliding his hand into your panties, nudging your legs further apart.

The sound you made was intoxicating, driving him crazy as his fingers simply ghosted over your clit, teasing you and toying with you. His lips consumed yours, kisses becoming open-mouthed, and you were more than happy to reciprocate, bucking your hips into the soft presence of his digits.

There weren’t any inclinations for tender, gentler sex — Vincent wanted to fuck you right then and there, right down into the basement floor. His cock twitched and throbbed, pulsing with heat as he sluggishly circled his fingers along the length of your cunt.

You were just as wet, and that conveyed a plethora of information to him — you were getting off on him stalking you, too. The game had gotten the both of you riled up, and there was no stopping the collision of lust, his thoughts purely salacious.

As mouths connected with an amorous embrace, his other palm cupped your cheek, kissing you over and over again as he swept his fingers over your cunt. He was beginning to gain some traction, letting them slip against your clit, circling around the bundle of nerves in slower motions.

“Vincent,” You moaned into his mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together. Your hand slipped against his sweater-clad chest, the other brazenly wound up within his tresses, tugging on them and coaxing him closer. “Fuck me, please.” You breathed, hearing him let out that half-grunt, half-purr.

Despite any discomfort you might’ve felt, lying on the ground, Vincent filled the void, filled that emptiness inside of you with hot, needy kisses, rocking his groin into you. He was unbearably hard, fingers still pumping away around your clit, getting heated by the second. It made your stomach turn to mush.

He was quick to unbuckle himself, dragging your panties down until they hit your ankles, and you kicked them off the rest of the way. Vincent was panting, breathing ragged and excitable as he wormed his pants down just enough, freeing his cock before he buried himself right between your thighs.

Unexpectedly, Vincent’s big hand slips around your throat, pads of his fingers delicately stroking along the slender muscles of your windpipe. It steals the breath right from your lungs, arousal pooling between your legs as his cock lazily ruts against your slit. Lust permeates his stare, making you quiver underneath him.

The sensation of being choked by him is enthralling, it’s intoxicating to think about — you want him to squeeze a little harder, but you don’t make any sound yet. Rolling your hips forward, you grind yourself into his cock, desperate for the friction, desperate for him to fuck right into the concrete.

His other hand is wrapped around your hip, groping at the supple flesh, angling you right into his groin. Vincent keeps himself perched atop his knees, breathing heavily, throaty and raspy as he pushes his cock into you, keeping that hand tangled around your throat like a vice.

You keep your hands on either side of you, digits clamping and curling into the material of his cardigan, the other splayed out next to your head. The blouse you wear rides up toward your stomach, and before you have a moment to say anything else, Vincent begins rutting into you, setting a quick pace.

Those dark, imposing growls he makes send shockwaves right into your gut, and the both of you break into a passionate symphony of moans and groans. He’s got you pinned down by your throat, thumb tracing around your jugular, his flesh just as hot and incendiary as yours.

He fucks into you with plenty of eagerness, all riled up and wistful from your game of hide and seek. Vincent is consumed by want, by his desire for you, that swell of possessiveness eating him alive as he keeps a steady pace. Pulling his cock out nearly halfway, he slams right back into your tight slit, making you mewl and whimper, hips jolting forward.

The grip upon your throat seems to wax and wane, squeezing and loosening, the curve of his hand buried right underneath your jaw. The pressure is perfect, making your cunt clench around his cock as he begins to hunch over you, snatching your hand, twining his fingers with yours.

Vincent craves that look in your eyes — he thrives upon the adoration, thrives upon the lovesick, devoted stare you give him, and he’s groaning, face pressed into yours. The kiss he delivers is bruising and rough, and he can feel your knees grapple onto his hips like a vice, tangling yourself into him.

“Feel so good,” You groan in between kisses, continuing to push and roll your hips against his, with each downward thrust of his hips. “Vincent,” You whine, swallowing hard underneath his calloused palm, wanting him to choke you harder, make you really feel it. “Rougher.” Your mumble sends him over the edge, the nudge to get him there.

You asked for it — and he delivers.

He growls next to the shell of your ear, fucking you down into the concrete, turning your legs into jelly around him. Vincent doesn’t hurt you, but he’s certainly not gentle, doing whatever you ask of him, hand securing a strong, ironclad grip upon your throat. His possessiveness combined with the inherent roughness is a volatile concoction, filling him with need for you.

Vincent pounds into you without hesitation, hand intertwined with yours, fingers locked together as he lets out another strangled groan. He ruts into you like a man possessed, desperate for you to reach your orgasm, and meet his own. He’s eagerly fulfilling your desires without question.

You moan so loud that it almost strains your throat, feeling him grind his hips into yours, the friction between the both of you accelerating to new heights. It’s hot in the basement, and it only becomes hotter with Vincent railing you into the concrete as if his life depends on it.

With another blistering kiss, his cock batters your insides simultaneously, squeezing his hand around your throat — it’s tight and perfect to you, still allowing noise to pass. As he shoves his cock into you, as deep as he’s permitted, pulsations of heat go shooting into your cunt, making you shudder around him.

You cum first, setting off a chain reaction as your cunt clenched around his cock, making your head spin, practically seeing stars as you groan. Your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, skin feverish and crawling with warmth, burning as hot as an open flame.

Vincent cums inside of you with his hand around your windpipe, only relinquishing his hold when he’s finished, covered in a light layer of perspiration, mirroring you. He’s panting, strenuous and ragged, letting out a throaty groan as he pulls himself out of you, a stray rope of cum hitting your hip.

He doesn’t leave you, still hovering over you with a faint smile — you rarely see his expression like this, all blissful and amused. It makes your heart flutter, and you feel his palm cup your cheek, fingers caressing your cheek, all around your eye, brushing up against your temples.

His hand leaves you only for a second to sign, ‘We should play that game again sometime.’ Vincent’s lips twitch into the ghost of a smirk.

“What, so you can win again?” You tease, and he nearly purrs, pressing a kiss against your mouth that seems to grab ahold of you, make you his. “What if I win next time? Then what?”

Vincent has a twinkle in his eyes, but he does push his wrists together, nose wrinkling slightly. If it means what you think it means, you’re already getting aroused at the mere thought of tying him up.

“I’m holding you to that, regardless.”

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She Knows Part 2, (Wolffe x Reader)

OH BOY. First I'm sorry this took me so long I've been busy with college. But! this is the longest fic or anything really I've written so wow. Hopefully you enjoy.

Warnings: angst, mentions of Alcohol, mentions of cheating slight smut (minors do not interact or read).

Note: italics are flashbacks

“So, what do you usually do during leave?” the question threw you a little of guard. You’d been stationed with the 501st for four months now, four months since you’d broke it off with Wolffe after… everything. You had been the head medic in the 104th battalion, but quickly put in a request for a transfer after the humiliation Wolffe had put you through. The only position available was with the 501st, working under their head medic, Kix. It was a demotion sure, but honestly it took a lot of stress of your shoulders and well, anything to get away from the situation you were in.

Working with Kix almost 24/7 forced you two to grow close and form a close relationship. It was more of a brotherly/sisterly love than anything else, though others saw how well you two had worked together and insisted you would make a good couple, you both were comfortable where you were, which you were grateful for, it was nice to have a friend as kind and understanding as Kix.

Tomorrow the whole battalion would be stationed on Coruscant, the general had some jedi duties to attends to and the war was at a standstill for the moment, giving the men time to relax instead of being thrown under another general for a while.

You had been checking bacta supplies when Kix happened to spring this question on you. Freezing your hand in motion as you had begun to type up an order to restock while planet side. You’d never actually had a leave without Wolffe. Most of the time on leave was spent in that dark corner of 79’s, the other half in a hotel bed.

“Mesh’la, come on, up. I promised the men we’d meet them tonight for a round.”

“But I don’t wanna go Wolffe can’t we just stay here? The sheets are so soft and I don’t feel like wearing clothes.” You’d whined.

“I already told them we would be there, now come up before I drag you out of bed.”

“you wouldn’t,” you peeked your head out from under the covers, narrowing you eyes at him, he stood at the foot of the bed, wearing his blacks sans shirt. He himself had just untangled from you and the sheets. How he had the willpower to do so you had no clue. He dawned his famous predatory smirk on his face

“Are you questioning my word Mesh’la, because you know I always keep my word.” He took a step forward, his thighs now touching the mattress.

“of course not Wolffe,” you gave him a sweet smile, “but I bet I could change your mind.”

“oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “do tell.” He placed his hand on either side of your feet, leaning over the bed

“why don’t you come up here and find out.”

With one swift move Wolffe was on top of you now and you brought your hands to his face pulling him in and kissing him, it was rough and passionate, you really didn’t want to leave and you wanted him to know that, hoping he would see how desperate you were and decide to stay. But after a few moments he pulled back, looking down at you with that damn smirk again, “that was quite convincing.”

Before you could retort anything Wolffe had left from his position on top of you, yanking you up to your feet in the process, “but unfortunately like a said before, I am a man of my word and I already gave it to my brothers, sorry mesh’la but you’ll have to show me your negotiating skills another time, I promise ill make up for it.”

“To be honest Kix I’ve never really done much with my leave time, ya know? I just kinda destress and go out every once in a while.”

“Oh? Well do you have any plans for our first night off then? Me and a couple of the boys are gonna be at 79’s if you’d like to join.”

The mention of 79’s made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t been back there since you’d found out about Wolffe. “I don’t know Kix,” you sighed, 79’s was a clone bar, and also a favorite hangout spot for the man you had been trying to forget about.

“oh come on, you think Jesse’s a horrible flirt now, just wait till you see him drunk, you’ll be laughing so hard your stomach will be sore in the morning.”

You snorted a laugh in response, Jesse and you were also pretty close, but he was notorious for always trying out stupid pick-up lines on you, he took every opportunity he could to flirt with you, even when he had gotten injured and you were stitching him up, “you look so pretty when your concentrated.” He had said.

But the issue at hand still itched in the back of your mind, what if Wolffe was there? Going back to your holopad, typing up the order you were previously working on to make yourself seem less concerned about your next question you asked him, “the 104th isn’t on leave right now are they?”

“no I don’t think so, why?” Kix had since turned around focusing on organizing medical supplies to help you order.

“Nothing, just, ya know making sure.” You’d told Kix about what happened between you and Wolffe. Just about every clone knew you two were dating, Wolffe always had to make it known you were his. So Obviously everyone was curious as to what had happened.

He turned and looked at you, realizing what you meant, “Oh Kriff, this is your first leave without him isn’t it?”

You nodded, too afraid, after months of finally getting yourself together you didn’t want to revert back to breaking down again.

“Hey listen, if you don’t want to be there I understand. But maybe it would help ya know? We’ll all be wasted you’ll totally forget about him I promise we’ll have a good time.”

It was very convincing, you’d seen the 501stparty and 79’s before, they went hard, unlike Wolffe who was usually more private and reserved. That didn’t mean you two still didn’t have fun in your own way on leave.

Much to your dismay you’d put on a dress and Wolffe had dragged you to 79’s anyways. The second you’d stepped into the place the music and dark lighting consumed you. It was loud tonight. The 501st was celebrating a successful occupy over a separatist world and you could tell. The blue armor was spread throughout the crowd, some at the bar hitting on the women already occupying it, and some on the dance floor.

You wished Wolffe danced more with you, you loved to dance but he only ever accompanied you once, and that was after a drinking competition with Thorne who was hard to beat. He didn’t even remember it in the morning.

Without a second glance to all the men, Wolffe grabbed your wrist and led you back to the booth he always sat at. Instead of the usual commanders, Sinker and Boost sat there awaiting their commanders arrival after being promised a drink with him. You slid into the booth and Wolffe sat right up against you.

He was broad so he took up most of the space, he always presented himself in such a way that he was always there, chest puffed out, shoulders broadened and head held high. When he got situated he spread his legs, taking up more space and knocked his with yours. The two of you practically sat in each other’s lap with how close you were to each other. he placed his hand on your thigh, resting just below the sundress you and reluctantly put on earlier.

It was a last resort to get him to stay in with you. It was his favorite. The first time he saw you in it he’d practically kneeled before you, although you were sure he was just trying to get a peak underneath.

Four shots were already at the table when you two had arrived and Sinker, who was sitting in front of you, had passed one your way while Wolffe grabbed his own downing it without even flinching.

As the night drove on, the men began to become tipsy and Wolffe’s hand grew higher and higher. It was when Boost was at the climax of telling you a story from before you had signed on with them that Wolffe finally breeched your center, rubbing his index finger over the already wet spot in your panties.

You jumped, not expecting him to be so bold as to touch you in front of his men. You turned to look at him but he was looking straight on at Boost, absolutely engrossed in the story he was telling. Without making eye contact he leaned over, giving you a small peck on your temple, while at the same time, he pushed you underwear over to the side and slipped a finger into you.

His face was flushed, from the alcohol or the devious act he was performing you couldn’t tell. It was probably a mix of both. Wolffe rarely showed PDA in public especially in front of him men. So you were practically in shock with what was happening right now.

You went to grab a sip of your drink while he slowly pumped his finger a few times before deciding to add another. You let out a chocking noise.

“Hey you okay?” Sinker seemed concerned at your reaction.

“Yeah, yeah just fine, drink must’ve gone down the wrong piper there” you tried to play it off.

He bought it just fine, resuming the conversation that had started up after Boost’s story. When you turned to look at Wolffe again he was wearing that shit eating grin he often dawned and maker you wanted to wipe it clean off.

When Sinker and Boost were distracted enough, Wolffe leaned into you, “come on now mesh’la, I did say I'd make it up to you, and as I recall we’ve already proved I’m a man of my words.”

“Well I guess a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.” You thought back to all the times you’d seen blue armor on the dance floor and envied the fact you hadn’t been there as well, “but I better get a couple of dances out of you guys”

Kix chuckled, “I can promise you, if you stop by for long enough those men will be fighting over who gets to dance with you next.”

You bellowed out a laugh at that. The thought of Jesse, tup and the rest fighting over you was quite the scenario. “Just comm me what time you boys are gonna be there at.”

He nodded his head in agreement, both of you chatting lightly about other topics as you finished the order.

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The ship had landed a few hours ago, longing for a good night’s sleep you had left the barracks for the stay, packing up your necessities and checking into a hotel a few blocks out of the main traffic for some peace and quiet.

As you were getting ready for your night at 79’s Kix had sent you a comm message, letting you know they were on their way and would be arriving in 10 minutes. All you had left to do was dress yourself. You rummaged through the bag of clothes you had. It wasn’t much, mostly GAR issued scrubs and a few dresses. You heart stopped when you saw the dress though. The one that was always Wolffe’s favorite. You picked it out, holding it up so you could see the whole thing.

Kriff. This dress brought back so many memories. It almost hurt to look at it. if you were being completely honest with yourself though, you did look damn good in it. screw it you thought. Time to make better memories in it.

After you slipped the dress on you hailed an air taxi to 79’s once inside you scanned the bar, looking for the men who were going to take up your evening. You spotted them at the bar ordering drinks and from the looks of it Jesse was already on his shit and flirting with the bartender.

You walked up to them and their heads turned. Jesse let out a whistle, “Damn, look at you! If I didn’t know any better I'd say you were trying to entice me.”

Kix shook his head at that. Putting his face into his palm. Tup who happened to be standing beside Jesse elbowed him to which Jesse frowned at. “Could you not flirt with my favorite medic?” he turned to you, “you look nice by the way, but not in a creepy I want to get with you way like he meant.”

You let out a giggle. You were already having a great time and you hadn’t even been in the building for five minutes. You took a seat at the bar between Kix and Jesse, Tup to the other side of him.

As the night ticked by you happened to get pretty tipsy, never getting truly drunk for fear you couldn’t make it back to your hotel safely. The men held their alcohol well though and although they were drinking twice as much, they were probably the same level intoxicated as you were. You all stayed at the bar, cracking jokes and telling insane stories, often Jesse would flirt with you or the bartender but it wasn’t too much and you both welcomed the light heartedness attention he gave.

An hour in you heard a voice behind you, “Hope I didn’t miss too much.” You swiveled in the bar seat, turning around to be face to face with the captain of the 501st.

“Captain!” Kix exclaimed, “what took you so long?”

“Sorry boys had a few reports I needed to fill out before the night ended.”

“Well, were glad you here now.” You said.

You got up to give the captain a hug. Something you defiantly wouldn’t do sober, but the alcohol had given you a little confidence. Rex looked surprised by the affection but embraced you anyways. He leaned down and you put your chin over his shoulder patting him on the back staying like that for a second.

It was then that you wished you hadn’t hugged Rex, hadn’t drank as much to give you a confidence boost, and hadn’t stepped a foot in this maker forsaken bar again.

He sat there, in the seat he always sat in when he came here. Only this time he wasn’t with any of his troopers or the other commanders. This time he was with another girl. She was a purple Twi'lek and she was drop dead gorgeous. And the dress she was wearing, or lack thereof because of how tiny it was , made you look like you had just picked yours straight out of the garbage. And you couldn’t help but wonder.

Was that her?

“Kriff Wolffe, what the actual Kriff!” you screamed, you didn’t care about the other guests in the hotel, you were so mad you were practically seeing stars.

“I'm sorry mesh’la I'm sorry I'm so so sorry.”

“No. No! don’t you dare call me that right now. I can’t – I don’t even have words for you right now.”

“please, please let me explain,”

You whipped you head around to him, seeing a whole new layer of red. “Explain? What is there to explain Wolffe. You cheated on me then proceeded to not tell me while apparently everyone else knew and I found out through one of your brothers! Isn’t that enough of an explanation.”

You sat down on the bed, head in hands. He kneeled down in front of your feet. Placing his hands atop of your knees. “I'm sorry.” He whispered. You slapped his hands off you, the thought of him touching you after another woman practically revolted you.

“you already said that.”

“I know, and I mean it I am, it was a mistake, I- if I could take it back I would, Maker I- I hate myself for letting it happen.”

“you should hate yourself.”

“I do, I do. Please, tell me what I can do to make this better.”

For a man who was supposed to be well tactical he kept making all the wrong moves.

“Wolffe there is no making this better. What’s done is done and now it's time to move on.” you finally made your decision, after debating back and forth in the air cab on how to react.

“Yes of course let’s move on, it was in the past but I love you Mesh’la I want you that’s all.”

Kriff that’s not what you meant. “No Wolffe, I mean I’m moving on. from you. I- I can’t continue to be with someone who has done what you’ve done. It's- it's not fair to me.”

By this point tears were strolling down your face. You turned your head to wipe them, not wanting him to see how much he had broke you. “no, no please I- I love you please we can fix this we can work this out please just stay I- I need you.”

“I love you too Wolffe, but there is no fixing this. I loved you so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I gave you everything thing, I gave you all of me and you took that and you stomped on it, you might as well of placed my heart in a dumpster and set it on fire.”

He put his head in your lap. A single tear rolling down his face. “please, please don’t go, I'm so sorry.”

“I know Wolffe. But I can’t accept your apology.”

Your head was pounding. He wasn’t supposed to be on Coruscant right now. Kix had said so himself. You pulled back from Rex. He placed his hands on your shoulders his face blocking the view of him. He smiled warmly but his expression quickly changed when he saw yours.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost” he joked.

But you facial expression didn’t lighten, in fact it only got worse. With every waking second, every harsh beat of whatever hit song was playing over the speakers you drew yourself inwards more and more.

“hey hey what wrong?” Kix had left his seat at the bar quickly coming to your side. Him and Rex both dawned a look of concern.

“You said he wouldn’t be here.” You turned to Kix, channeling you emotions onto him.

He looked confused at first, but the realization hit him and he turned his head to look over Rex’s shoulder. Rex followed his line of vision and they both saw him. Sitting there in the booth, while the woman clung to him, practically in his lap.

She was kissing his neck, which honestly surprised you, Wolffe was never one for public displays of affection. Or maybe that was just with you. Because he seemed to be enjoying this.

Rex turned around to face you again, a look of panic and empathy on his face, “Kriff I'm so sorry I- he was on a solo mission with General Koon and they’re stationed here for the night so I told him I’d be here. I'm so sorry, it was an honest mistake.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that from a man in this room.

You felt like the whole room was spinning, be that the alcohol or the nervousness and upset that came with seeing him again you weren’t sure. All the men you had come here with were suddenly surrounding you with sympathetic looks and it felt like someone had placed a spotlight on you and you just wanted it to go away.

This night was meant to help you forget him, be happy and have fun with your new assigned battalion. Kriff was the so much to ask for!

“hey hey come on now,” Jesse finally broke the silence, “forget about him! If I remember correctly I promised you a dance earlier?”

This made you finally break out of your trance. You needed a distraction, and had been waiting for someone to dance with all night.

“actually I would love to Jesse.”

“right this way then”

He held out his hand for you and took you to the dance floor. The song that was playing was loud and upbeat, you and Jesse moved together to the beat, it was fun and you really enjoyed it, when the beat of the song dropped everyone on the dance floor was jumping to it, you and Jesse did the same

When the song stopped, you were practically out of breath, you let out a laugh of relief, actually feeling a little better. You looked up are Jesse and he was smiling at you.

“Feeling better, huh?” he asked.

“A little, thank you.”

A few second later another song had come on. This time it was more slow, the partners on the dance floor started to grab each other.

Jesse grabbed your waist. “Come on huh? let’s give that son of a blaster something to look at, plus this might be the only time I get to be this close to you, despite my attempts” he smirked at you.

You nodded your head, letting out a giggle at his lame excuse to flirt with you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you in closer, your chest practically touching his. And finally you both started to sway to the beat.

A few seconds in Jesse started rubbing his thumbs on your hips, trying to calm your nerves, and it worked. Caught up in the music you started to lightly grind your hips into his, although it was soft guarded by his armor, he still took notice to it. smirking at you and grinding in time with you. His hands started to rise, growing closer and closer to under your breasts, but never reaching, knowing he would be crossing a line, and although Jesse was a flirt, his last intention was to make anyone uncomfortable.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel his breathe on your skin, and his nose rubbing up and down. He placed a soft his on your shoulder and the next thing you knew you were being turned around. His hand were back on your waits, but his cheat was now pressed up against your back. He gave you a harsh grind into your ass and you gasped. His arms now wrapping around you, pulling you impossibly tight into him. His head resumed its spot into your neck.

“is this okay,” he whispered into your ear.

“yeah.” You breathed. He kissed you neck this time. but it was just one short one, it was slow, and hot, you closed your eyes. he placed them all the way up your neck, all the way up to your jaw. All the way close to your mouth, and he whispered again, is this okay.

You nodded your head, eyes still closed and you turned you head towards him a little encouraging him. And his lips met yours.

You hadn’t kissed very many people. Wolffe giving you the majority of your experience. and although they were clones, they felt completely different. When Wolffe used to kiss you he practically stole your breath, he put everything he had into kissing you, and it was almost always hot and it made your insides flip, no matter how many times he kissed you, you always felt dizzy and perfectly happy, like his kissed could cure any problemed you had. To say Jesse was a bad kisser would be a lie, it was a good kiss, but it almost made you feel the opposite, all you could think about was Wolffe.

And when the song ended and you opened your eyes you were facing him again. Him. And he was sitting there with his lounge practically down the woman’s throat. And it hurt, hurt to know that he didn’t even acknowledge you. Hadn’t even cared that the person he once begged to stay with was with someone else now. Even though you weren’t actually. It hurt that he used to kiss you like that and now he was kissing someone else like that.

you weren’t sure if it was the beginning of the next song, or if your head was going fuzzy, but all you could hear was ringing in your ears. Jesse had unwrapped his hands from around you and the moment he did you sprang towards the doors of 79’s.

you heard the faint sounds of Jesse, rex and Kix calling out for you but you couldn’t be bothered to hear what any of them had to say. You left the building and walked a few blocks. Finally coming across an empty alley. You pressed you back against the cool metal of the building you were beside and let out a breathe. The air was cool and crisp against your skin, but it felt good.

After all the time you spent forgetting about him you were practically back at square one. And it pissed you off. How dare he have this effect on you.

You let out a sigh, gathering your emotions. And when you finally felt calm enough you went to comm Kix, letting him know you’d be going back to your hotel for the rest of the night, but you were interrupted.

“Mesh’la.”

ending notes: soooo, im not sure if im gonna do another part on this or not, i have some ideas for other fics but im kinda cramped on time at the moment so we shall see.

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