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cinderella: redo

so i was watching cinderella while doing my nails and waiting for them to dry which was clearly a Mistake because now i can’t help but think -

the evil stepmother was always evil, okay. say her abuse of her own daughters was different than that of cinderella’s - but it was still abuse. giving them impossible expectations, telling them they were never good enough, never pretty enough, never smart enough. and then she gets married, and anastasia and drizella are ecstatic because this man seems kind and warm and maybe just maybe he can temper their mother, maybe with him around she won’t be so cruel. so they’re on their very best behavior in the beginning, they do just as their mother taught - they trot out their best upper court manners in an attempt to get their new stepfather to like them. but it just comes off as cold and snooty and they’re trying, they are, they’re just bad at it. and they see how he is with cinderella, the smiling girl their own age, and they are jealous. they don’t mean to be, they try not to be, they know it isn’t becoming of young ladies. but she gets hugs and kisses and affection and they get rulers slapped on their hands when they reach for desert and sharp jabs to their sides when they slouch and - soon they hate cinderella, not for anything she’s done, but for what she has and they dont

but then her father dies. and it’s all a tumble of things and cinderella is crying and they’ve lost their only chance at escaping their mother’s clutches and it’s terrible. and everything settles and there’s no reason to be jealous anymore but resentment is hard to let go of and they don’t know what to do. they’re only kids too after all. and they’re so terribly bad at comforting people, they can do flowery words and know all the right bows but cinderella is so sad and they just don’t know what to do with that, because they’re supposed to be sisters but they’re not even friends

and slowly but surely their mother starts abusing cinderella, starts making her a maid in her own home, and she’s their mother, what are anastasia and drizella supposed to do? she rules them with an iron fist, and cinderella doesn’t even like them anyway, it’s none of their business.

except one night anastasia crawls into her sister’s bed in the middle of the night and wakes her up. “i was thirsty,” she explains, eyes wide and shiny, and they’re bad at this with other people but drizella has no problems with pulling anastasia into her arms. the younger girl clutches her sister and continues, “i was thirsty and i went down to the kitchen to get some water and - and cinderella is still up! she’s doing the dishes, and she should be asleep, mom is going to make her make breakfast in the morning and -” she cuts herself off with a hiccup and whispers, “it’s not fair.”

“life isn’t fair,” drizella says, echoing one of their mother’s favorite phrases. but her sister is staring at her with wet eyes, and it’s not like their mother is likely to get up before sunrise anyway, she hates waking up, so she pulls herself and anastasia out of bed and off they go.

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On my schedule today was a  pancake tortoise that was coming in because it wasn’t eating. I got all of my examination equipment ready and went into the exam room to get started. A young man was sitting in a chair with a shoebox on his lap. We chatted for a bit and then I started asking him questions about his tortoise.

I found out he had purchased the tortoise from a reptile show 8 years ago and that it lived in a ten gallon aquarium with gravel for substrate. It’s diet consisted of lettuce and carrots. Only. The only water provided was from a spray bottle that was used to mist the cage every other day. There was no heat, UV light, cage decor, hide, nothing. I wrote everything down and asked him for the box.

I opened the box and looked inside and nearly lost my composure. Inside was a stunted, gnarled creature about 4 inches long with a grossly abnormal shell. I took him out and put him on the table and pulled himself across the table bits and pieces of his carapace fell off. I don’t mean the scutes, I mean the actual pieces of bone that make up the shell. You could see his organs through gaps in his ribs.

“I will be right back” I said and grabbed the tortoise and went into the treatment room. I was so angry that my hands were shaking. Calculating some dosages I handed them to my tech and asked her to draw up pain medication and a sedative. “Did he approve this?” she asked.

“No. I don’t care. Please draw it up and give this IM.”

Slowly I walked back into the room. I asked the owner how long the tortoise had been like that. He wasn’t sure. He had just stopped eating a day ago. Up until then it was perfectly healthy.

“Your tortoise has been very poorly taken care of. If he were a dog this would be considered animal abuse. Because he is a reptile I am not very likely to get far with the authorities so I’m gonna make you a deal. You sign him over to me and pay for the examination and you can go.”

He thought about it and told me no, it was his tortoise. I asked why he didn’t take care of it. “I thought I was” was his response.

“Why doesn’t he have any source of heat?”

“I didn’t know they needed it.”

“Why didn’t you give him UV light?”

“I didn’t know they needed it.”

“You are telling me that you never opened a book, magazine, internet care sheet, nothing to find out how to care for a tortoise?”

“Yeah. I just thought I knew.”

We talked some more and I finally convinced him to sign the tortoise over. I went back to check on him and he looked even worse. More of his shell had fallen off. I could see his lungs now. I decided it would be for the best to humanely euthanize him so he wouldn’t suffer anymore.

In this day and age “I didn’t know” is not a valid excuse. You can look up anything on your phone from who invented pizza to where the closest movie theater is. There are literally hundreds of books, websites, and internet forums all about reptile care. You can call any veterinarian before purchasing an animal and ask them about their care and I promise you they will talk to you.

I am no longer going to gently nudge people in the right direction husbandry wise. I will no longer tell them “well, lots of people make that mistake, it’s ok”. I am going to call it like it is and if an animal is suffering they will know it is abuse. There is zero excuse for this.

It is sad that reptiles and other exotics don’t have the “cute” factor other animals do. No one would allow an owner to get away with feeding their dog nothing but potato peelings  because they just “didn’t know” and yet it is perfectly fine to own a reptile and watch it slowly starve to death because someone “didn’t know” it needed to eat insects.

Iguanas that live in cages so small they can’t turn around. Tortoises kept without the proper heat gradient. Monitor lizards over fed until they are morbidly obese and can’t even walk. This is all abuse and it is wrong. Unfortunately reptiles are survivors and they can be dying for YEARS before anything is noticed. Owners confuse being alive with being healthy far too often.

I simply cannot stand by and watch this happen anymore. I allowed myself to be drawn into the “well, exotics are different, people just don’t know” mind set and did lots of hand holding while owners declined or refused my recommendations. From now on I promise I will flat out tell people it is animal cruelty and will have to make a phone call if things don’t change. It will not make me a popular vet nor a rich one but at least I will be able to sleep at night.

My challenge to everyone is that if they notice an animal being abused politely but firmly call the owner out. There is no need to internet shame, threaten violence or bully someone. Simply tell them what they are doing is wrong, their animal is suffering and they need to fix it. There are numerous reliable resources to find the proper information. If they won’t fix it the proper authorities need to be contacted.

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So being an eldest sibling i am usually left without anyone to connect with. All his siblings ignored him and shunned him out but Lance still loved them nonetheless. One day the paladins are having some conversation about times they shared with they're family the team knows that lance loves his family they thought he'd be talking the entire time but he didn't. They asked him if he was okay and all that and boom he drops the bomb of truth. (Thanks for taking my request into consideration)

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Lance loved his siblings, he would do anything for them. Did you need to be picked up from your friends house two cities away? Lance would drive the entire way to pick you up. Your bf just dumped you? Lance would buy you junk food and talk shit about him. Anything that his siblings needed, Lance was there. 

This didn’t stop the empty feeling that exploded in his chest whenever he was with his siblings. he felt left out, unwanted and disconnected. No matter what he said it always felt like he wasn’t desired in the conversation. Sure he could talk to his siblings if it was just him and them. Once you added another sibling to the equation Lance was left out and with noone to connect with. 

Lance eventually brought this up with his mother but she simply said, “love is a hard thing to master.” Lance wasn’t sure what she meant by that but he eventually just accepted his fate and focused on his Garrison application.

That was back when times were simpler and Lance didn’t have to focus on flying a Blue lion or keeping his bond strong or Zarkon. Now he did and his days were consumed with training, fighting and learning about new cultures. Lance didn’t have time to think about his family much and when he did it was only the positive side of it, he never was able to drag himself down for long. 

Until one day he had time to think about his time with his family and everything came crashing back down. He was lounging on the couch in the common room, listening to Pidge tell stories about her and Matt. Lance had gathered that her and Matt had spent most of their childhoods together, connected and bonding over new ideas and technology. 

Eventually Hunk took over the conversation and he talked about his older sister. She was a chief and that’s where he learned most of his cooking skills. According to Hunk they did nearly everything together and Hunk’s younger brother was into engineering, just like Hunk so they usually built new gadgets together or studied machines late into the night. 

Lance felt a small tug of pain in his chest the longer Hunk talked about his siblings. Even his older sister had a connection with Hunk, something Lance didn’t get to have with his younger siblings. 

Shiro was next and he talked about his younger “brother” who was always passionate about flying and cried when he found out Shiro was going to space and not him. Everyone knew that Shiro was talking about Keith and they giggled as Keith got red at the memories Shiro was telling the team. 

It was nice to talk about everyone’s family and they started to feel closer as a team, until Hunk brought attention to Lance’s quietness. “Hey Lance, what about your family? I know you have a big one.” He released a small chuckled and everyone looked at Lance who slowly sat up from his position on the couch.

“Well…I do have a lot of siblings…I’m the oldest and that’s really it.” Lance his teammates confusion and silently cursed at himself for what he just said.

“That can’t be all, a huge family has to have a lot of stories. What do your siblings and you like to do together?” Pidge adjusted her feet and placed her chin in her hands. 

Lance shrugged, he never really hung out with his siblings so he didn’t know. “I don’t know.” Everyone was confused and soon were firing question after question at Lance, attempting to get to the bottom of what Lance was saying. Lance couldn’t understand what they were all saying and he eventually said the words that forced his way out of his mouth, like when you eat something hot. “I’ve never really bonded with my siblings. We have an odd number and since I’m the oldest by a few years they never really wanted to hang with me. I don’t know what they like to do with me because we’ve never really hung out together.” 

Silence. For once everything on the castle was silent. Lance hated it, he never liked the silence and now it was consuming him like a fire. Yet the silence didn’t last forever and Keith spoke up, cutting through the silence like a sword. “That sucks, you’re such an amazing person. You’re so funny and hyper that it’s contagious, your siblings don’t know what they are missing.” 

Everyone gave Lance a nod and soon he was being hugged by his team and he couldn’t remember who exactly said it but he was happy he heard it. “It’s okay, you make an amazing brother.” 

Ehhhhh, how did I do? I’m not an older sibling XD 

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@ciphernetics did a very very good thing and came up with the best AU idea ever.

I ruined it. Enjoy the ruining.


“David?”

He glanced up, his eyes widening. “Yes, Nikki?”

She was one of the only campers left waiting at the pick-up spot, having wandered away from Max to explore a mysterious rustling from the bushes. (This, it turned out, was a squirrel; Quartermaster seemed more than capable of sorting it out and had pulled her away from the animal by her overalls.) But … Well, David had to admit that he’d been so worried about Max being lonely or upset about the summer ending that he’d almost forgotten about the adventurous young camper. So it was with no small amount of guilt that he met her  eyes, watching anxiously as she scuffed her toes along the ground and glanced over her shoulder at Sleepy Peak Peak.

“Well, uh … I think my parents aren’t coming?”

David sprang to his feet, leaving Max to continue drawing in the dirt and ignoring him. “Don’t be silly! It’s only noon, after all! And Max is still here,” he added, gesturing at him.

Max looked from David to Nikki, something almost like concern in his expression. “David, are you being fucking stupid again?” He stood, pouring as much resentment into the motion as possible. “What’s up, Nik?”

She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “It’s just that Mom said Dad was picking me up yesterday because of his Sunday Golf Tournaments, and he didn’t. So …”

“What?!” David tried to keep his voice calm, but he couldn’t help wincing as it leapt up to what Gwen called “dog-whistle levels.” “Wh … why didn’t you tell us that, Nikki?” As a matter of fact, why hadn’t her parents told them that? They were in charge, after all!

“I was gonna, but then Max and Neil decided to try and blow up the Supply Shed and that sounded like more fun!”

Oh, dear. David whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to Quartermaster and Gwen: ‘stay away from the supply shed might be dangerous’ Then he narrowed his eyes at the two of them, putting his hands on his hips. “Now, kids, that was very irresponsible of you –”

“Yeah yeah,” Max interrupted, rolling his eyes. “How about you just do your goddamn job and figure out where Nikki’s parents are?”

Oh. Of course, that made sense. “R-right. Thanks, Max!”

“Fucking idiot.”

He had all the campers’ parents saved in his contacts for easy access, just in case. So he didn’t have to leave their side as he looked up Mariana Zuckerman’s number and listened to the line ring.

And ring.

And ring.

Finally there was a tiny click. “You’ve reached 555-0175. Dr. Zuckerman isn’t available right now, so please leave a message at the –”

He snapped the phone shut, shaking his head. “No worries,” he chirped to the kids; Nikki was watching a line of ants travel through the grass, but Max’s eyes were trained on him, tiny pinpricks of searing turquoise. “We’ll just try Mr. Sherwood then …”

Nikki’s dad didn’t pick up, either.

That was … well, of course it wasn’t troubling, David wouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly! But he would have to give her parents a friendly reminder that it was important to have their phones on them at all times. 

Then again, maybe they were driving. That made sense.

“Why didn’t they pick up?” Max demanded, startling David out of his thoughts and nearly making him drop the phone.

“Oh, I’m sure they’re on their way!”

He just stared for a few long moments. Then turned with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go find Gwen.”

“Max, don’t –” But it was too late; faster than he’d ever seen the boy move, Max was trotting across the small grassy clearing that served as Camp Campbell’s pick-up spot, over to where Gwen had her nose buried in a magazine about … something or other, he didn’t really understand most of what she read.

Maybe Max had the right idea, though. Gwen would know what to do, even if she was a bit of a worrywart. He straightened, feeling better already as he tried dialing Nikki’s mother again. There was no point in panicking, which meant he’d just ignore the niggling worming sickness in his stomach until it went away.

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In This World
And The Next
And All The Ones Before

1•

“Why did you come here?” Nesta asked as he placed his head in her lap. There were a million other places he could’ve gone. Either of his brother’s, his best friend who thought she was stuck-up… And yet, he showed up at her door past midnight with a request.

“Hold me,” he had asked her, leading her to the couch he had once made fun of for being purely decorative and unreasonably stiff. He was stone cold sober, she could tell, and wasn’t sure whether to be surprised or concerned that that couldn’t be his excuse to have appeared at such an ungodly hour. Especially after not hearing from him for over a week.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he murmured. “I know you don’t mind.” He boldly and correctly assumed, then noted, “You’re wearing my shirt.” The one he had dropped off at her office when she felt like she was suffocating in her tight blouse. It was his favorite shirt, but he thought it looked better on her anyway.

“So what if I am?” She was wearing the watch he had given her, too. It was nothing too fancy, but he had grown tired of her losing track of time and using “no watch” as an excuse when she showed up late to dinner and apologized with a kiss. He never minded the apology kisses, though.

“And you’re about to run your fingers through my hair because I’m so irresistible to you.” He teased, but she could hear the exhaustion that coated his already husky voice.

Cassian had found her and it took a lot of courage and pride-swallowing to do it. No one ever cared enough to do that for her. No one.

Tentatively, Nesta placed her hand on his back as he made himself at home on her thighs.

2•

Nesta ran her fingers through his thick ebony locks. Though still long, he had cut it since she saw him last. As though he had freshened up just for her.

Again, she felt like utter shit for yelling at him, saying that he was both scared or incapable of change of any kind. She didn’t want him to change. Not his personality, not his appearance, not his life, not his friends nor his job. Cassian was the best thing she ever had.

She thought herself a hypocrite… Cassian had come into her life- or more accurately she into his- And what? Showed her what honor was? Reminded her of how suffocating her life in the town is? How much potential she has in life…and love? He shook her, woke her up.

Cassian was an old soul, but it was Nesta who truly didn’t like change.

In her experience, change was bad. Change meant her mother dying. Change meant her father losing their money before joining her mother in death. Change meant her baby sister resenting her and fighting with her.

Change…

Change with Cassian meant warmth…unconditional warmth. This was unfamiliar territory.

“What are you doing awake?” He relaxed his body, nearly purring at the affection she was giving him. “Your lights were on.”

She didn’t want to lie. She didn’t want to snap. Not when she had shown that he could be vulnerable with her- in his way. “I missed you.” Truth, as she had barely slept since their fight. “I was writing about it.”

“About me?” His belly rumbled with a laugh for a moment. He quickly became serious, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I missed you too, Nes. I drive past here every day when I take the logs to town… I park at the end of your drive before convincing myself that you don’t want to see me.”

3•

Nesta’s hand slid down his back as she leaned down to kiss his shoulder and inhale the pine scent she had so desperately missed. “I did want to see you,” she whispered. “I always want to see you. Even when I’m mad. Even when I’m sad. Especially then.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time I lose my patience and let you walk out the door.” He meant it. She knew he meant it. In a small voice he asked, “Can we be okay now, Nes?”

In an equally quiet voice she whispered, “I’d like that.” More than anything she wanted him, wanted them. Wanted their present and future.

4•

It only felt natural when Nesta folded herself onto him, covering his body with her own. As if they had done it in a million worlds before, and she hoped they would in the next million.

Silently, she thought of why and how she had fallen in love with him…

He challenged her, though was never condescending. And he let her challenge him without running away scared. People always thought she was a bitch…maybe she was… But he would ride out a conversation with her till the very end.

When they first met, they thought they could hardly stand one another. She secretly liked that he didn't​ treat her like glass. Like she was worth the breath it took to volley an argument or discussion. No matter how angry, he always listened to her, always saw her.

On the anniversary of her broken engagement and one of the worst nights of her life, she had gone out alone and got utterly shitfaced and was unable to reach a cab service.
She didn’t want Feyre to know or Elain to be worried, and she didn’t have much in the way of friends, so she called him. The person whose opinion she thought she didn’t care for…
Staggering out of the bar, he picked her up and carried her to his truck. Didn’t even complain when they pulled over twice so she could vomit.
That was the first night he stayed over. He got the vomit out of her hair and braided it back before tucking her into bed. He slept on the sofa and left her an omelette and smoothie in the fridge before sneaking out, writing her a note with his home number to call in case she needed or wanted a decent drinking buddy, and that she wouldn’t have to go to some dive that scared even him.

On their first date, he held his hand out for her to take. “In case you get nervous,” he said as she interlaced her fingers with his. “You can hold onto me and hide your face in my chest, too if you get scared.” She did get scared, but he didn’t push it. Though he didn’t have the decency to hide his smug grin when she yelped and clutched his bicep during the big jump-scare scene.
She surprised him by later admitting, “I knew I was safe the whole time.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Because of me? I’m flattered, sweetheart.”
“Because of me, actually.“ She played with the buttons of her coat. “Rules of horror.”
He stopped in his tracks and folded his arms. “I’m not following.”
She felt safe with him, and wanted to let him in. But she wasn't​ used to being vulnerable, so she closed her eyes when she uttered, “I’m a virgin.”
Eyes still closed, Nesta heard Cassian’s soft intake of breath before she felt him.
He put his hands on her shoulders and whispered, “That’s okay.” She opened her eyes and couldn’t stop herself from hugging him. The smug bastard, ex-fighter, lumberjack with a heart of gold. He assured her that there was no shame in her sexual status. “Promise to shield me? I’m definitely not a virgin and I’m not white, so my life expectancy is fucking abysmal. Plus, I probably make too many jokes.“ He shrugged. “I’d outlive Rhys, though, which is a consolation…”
She laughed at him. He made her laugh. She never laughed before him. Not like this, not genuinely.

He made her laugh harder than she ever had before when he karaoked, “I’m the Only One,” by Melissa Etheridge to cheer her up after a long work week. His shamelessness and big heart were the most attractive qualities about this ruggedly handsome man.

When all the trees had been sold because she waited last minute, she went home to find him waiting at her door with the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen in her life. He helped her put the star on top and made his famous eggnog while she baked the only thing she knew how: chocolate gingerbread cookies.

When she needed to talk, he would drive. Even in the middle of the night. Driving until she was ready to open up.
One night he drove to the cliffs just outside of town and they got out. Sobbing and slamming her fists at his chest, she recounted something she never told anyone.
She and Elain had been kidnapped. They had been saved, but not after they had nearly drowned.
A year later, he found them again. Elain stabbed him on sight. Nesta, not wanting her sister to have blood on her hands, finished the job so he could never hurt them or anyone else again.
Screaming in anguish, he held her close. Reminding her that nothing could harm her here, with him. She asked if he was scared of her and he told her he wasn’t, he never could be. He took her hand and placed it on his heart, vowing to protect her and those she loves until his heart stopped beating.
She kissed him that night and she hadn’t been able to stop since.

They took it fast. They took it slow.
She knew he wanted to have sex with her from the first moment they had been introduced. Cassian was passionate, and he let that passion flow into any aspect of their relationship that he could.
For her birthday, he had half-jokingly offered to go down on her. She dragged him away from the party and to his room, telling him that they could both give birthday spankings… They did. Cassian thoroughly enjoyed getting spanked by his birthday girl.
When she lifted her skirt up and removed her underwear she hoped he wouldn’t notice the few and small opalescent marks above her knee, on her inner thigh. But he did. Of course he did. He noticed everything.
“That’s what happens when your adolescent growth spurt mercilessly hits you like a ton of bricks,” she said as he used the tip of his fingers to graze the slight dips in her otherwise perfect skin.
He tried and failed to imagine a time in which Nesta was gangly or awkward, so he pressed his lips on each of the marks before hitching her legs over his shoulders.
And he went down on her. Making sure she was comfortable before he quickly darted his tongue on her bundle of nerves. It was amazing, and she wanted more. So he gave her more. Inserting two fingers and massaging her insides slowly, dragging the tips along the ceiling of her temple.
When he finished her off, she moaned his name and nearly ripped his hair out.
Before rejoining the party, he held her until she stopped shaking. Whispering phrases in Spanish that she didn’t find out the meaning of until much later…
“Eso fue hermoso. Eres hermosa…”
“Eres incluso más dulce de lo que imaginé. Como la miel…”
“Si me lo pidieras, enviaría a todos a casa y te lamería toda la noche.”

Sighing aloud, she continued reminiscing on the reasons she loved him, then and now. Right now it was because he was warming her heart and body with his own.

Unbeknownst to Nesta, Cassian was also thinking of the reasons why he loved her, why he couldn’t stay away.

Nesta was as tenacious as she was magnificent. Quick witted and scrappy. He knew many fantastic women, but Nesta was on a completely different level.

He could be all of the sides of himself with her. It terrified him, to be like an exposed nerve, but he knew Nesta would settle for no less and would not open up otherwise. Nor should she, after all she had been put through in her life. He could be happy with her. He could let his weaknesses be known. He could talk with her when he needed to, or be quiet and contemplative.

He talked about his childhood. His early childhood. He said he was likely “smuggled over the border with bricks of cocaine” and tossed away. Rhys’s mother fostered him, though he didn’t make it easy on them, and then legally adopted him. A few years later, Azriel showed up and everything changed. He never forgot the kindness and generosity she showed him. He mourned her and Rhys’s sister every day and never again wanted to take for granted any good thing that came into his life.
He counted Nesta on the list of good things.

When he hugged her, even in public, she would let him hold her for as long as he wanted. What a sight they must be, he thought, the prim postured princess and the grass stained flannel and bomber jacket clad behemoth with permanently dirt crusted boots.
Goodie Two-Shoes and The Filthy Beast.

He thought about the time he helped her move out of her shithole and into this new place…

He found a box of old CD’s. He couldn’t help himself pulling out a worn copy of “From Under the Cork Tree” and waving it in her face, her eyes bulging.
“Those are a friend’s.” Nesta flinched at her transparent lie. “I don’t even know how they ended up here.”
“Hmm..” Cassian tapped the CD case and bellowed off-key, “CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY-”
He was cut off by Nesta screeching and fighting to cover his mouth. “THAT SONG ISN’T EVEN BY THEM, YOU UNCULTURED MOUNTAIN MAN!”
Throwing his head back, he howled with laughter as she crossed her arms and asked, “So, Mr. Rompe Will Be My Wedding Song, how do you even know this music?”
“Well, Miss Season Six Buffy Was My Aesthetic,” his eyes gleamed with amusement. “Little sunshine Amren went through an emo phase in her youth as well.” Nesta wasn’t terribly surprised at all by that reveal, but bit her cheek to keep from smiling.
“Do you have mix CDs? What was your profile song? I know you had one.” This was just too good to be true. His mind reeled as he gave a lopsided grin.
“Yes and get over it. I’ll never tell.” Nesta surprised him. She was constantly surprising him. He loved that. He loved her.
He looked at her in a way in which his hazel eyes said, “I love you. I am so in love with you. I am yours and you are mine, and we both know it.” Tilting her chin up with his forefinger and thumb, he kissed her. Slow and steady, but sinking into her completely.
They had passionately kissed before, they had hungrily made out whilst groping each other. When she had gotten comfortable enough, she asked to see his cock that she had raised and made throb. With her permission, he guided her soft hand to it. Experimentally, she pumped it once…twice…It was her first time and she wanted to do it properly for him, so he instructed her through the beginnings…“Lick your thumb and rub it on the tip…FUCK!…Good girl…Tighter!…That’s it…” He hadn’t expected her to finish him and definitely didn’t expect it when she didn’t pull her hand away in disgust as he spilled onto his jeans.
This sort of kissing, the kind they did right there in her emptied house she was soon to be free of, a different kind of electricity sparked when their tongues danced and she pulled herself closer to him by reaching under his shirt to his warm back and fisting the collar of his paint splattered t-shirt.
Toying with the waistband of her skirt for a moment, he proceeded to squeeze her ass with his permanently calloused hands.
They both moaned into each other’s mouths before Nesta broke away. Wiping her mouth and fixing her shirt so that it wasn’t so obvious as to how erect her nipples were, she said, “So are you going to help me move these boxes, or are those tree trunk thick arms of yours just for show?”
Cassian wanted so badly to pick up the bait, but he didn’t. “Sweetheart, I could load all these boxes up within five minutes and still have the strength and stamina to carry you to the truck. Then unload everything without breaking a sweat.“
Though he did accomplish the tasks within the time limits he set for himself, he did break a sweat. Not that Nesta minded.
After unloading the last of the boxes, Nesta led him to the mattress that she had yet to find a frame or box spring for, and slowly removed all her clothing. Then she removed his, kissing each of his tattoos as they became uncovered. Taking his hands in her own with complete trust in her eyes, she laid them down on the bed together.
That night, they christened her new home. It was her first time and she loved that it was with him. He felt honored to be the one she chose. As cliche as it was, they exchanged “I love you’s” before, during, and after.

Nesta had trusted him that night. And again she put her trust in him tonight. One of the many things he loved about her.

Their relationship was constantly evolving and he wanted it to evolve again, so he took a chance. “Move in with me, Nes.”

Not a second later, she responded. “Yes.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Take me to bed soon?”

“Yes.”

“Love me?”

Again, she kissed his shoulder blade- his “wings”- and assured him, “In this world and the next, sweetheart. And all the ones before.”

anonymous asked:

Any chance for more of kitten!Obi-Wan in the ServaloObi story? I'd really love to see him getting to meet QuiGon when awake for the first time. Does he still nearly end up in Agricorps?

He’s going to the Agricores.

He’s going to the Agricore and he’s not going to become a Jedi knight despite it all.

A full body tremble goes through his slender body and Obi-Wan struggles against the tears and the pain and the rage he wants to feel. And the utter despair that’s seems to be filling his lungs with every breath he takes.

He’s not even thirteen yet.

There’s still a few weeks left.

Another tremble goes through him as he finishes packing and stares at the bag of his meager possessions. Okay, look on the bright side, no more Bruck…

And…

That’s it.

No more Bruck.

Everything else had been a minor annoyance at best, everything else had been manageable and exciting and just another step towards becoming a Jedi.

His tail flickers in irritation and a small whimper escapes him, that’s not enough to make this okay, why isn’t he GOOD enough?

He wanted to go curl up in the garden, hiding beneath a bush or in a sunny spot but what he does is to pick up his bag and slowly head out, feet making a low tapping noise as he moves with his head bent.

He doesn’t even bother trying to control his ears that are pinned down against his skull. Why should he control his emotions?

He’s not going to be a Jedi.

Because no one wants him.

So caught up in his own thoughts, Obi-Wan didn’t hear the steps coming around the corner until he crashed into the boots of the owner of said steps, falling on his rear with a little yowl as he landed on his tail.

“Oh pardon, I wasn’t paying atte-Initiate Kenobi?”

The voice is very faintly familiar, male and deep but Obi-Wan doesn’t look up as he struggles to his feet. “Apologies master.” He managed to whisper out. “I need to go.” He clung to his little bag.

“…Initiate Kenobi, where are you going?” The voice was more gentle and Obi-Wan struggled against his tears.

“…Transports. I’m going to Bandomeer.” The Servalo whispered, ears once again pinning down against his head as his uncut claws cut into the strap of his bag.

“Bandom-why?” There’s a shift of cloth and the boots in Obi-Wan’s vision becomes knees, the master kneeling down to be of a more even height. Obi-Wan can even spot a few long strands of hair in his vision despite his head being bowed.

And human hands.

Its a human Jedi Master.

“Because…I’m being sent to Agricore.”

A small silence and then a curse that would have had the creche master sending them to stand in a corner if Obi-Wan had said it. “I told Mace to wait for me to come-Initiate Kenobi, would you please look at me.”

Its a slow move, looking up at this kneeling human with a very messy beard and dirt on his cheek. With his nose lifted out of his own tunics he can smell the faint trace of sweat and travel musk. ‘Newly arrived from a mission.’ His mind tries to helpfully supplies but…wait…

Obi-Wan has seen this master before.

He’s been at most of Obi-Wan’s duel tournaments.

Though he hasn’t seen him much this half year.

He blinked at him, ears lifting slowly, face set in a confused line as the man held out one large hand towards him with a slight smile on his face. “My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, I intended to come back sooner but… well the Force works in mysterious ways little one.”

Obi-Wan’s ears rose a bit more.

“Point being.” The man cleared his throat. “Initiate Kenobi, would you like to be my padawan?”

Dropping his bag in shock, Obi-Wan continued staring at the awkwardly smiling human in front of him who was slowly loosing his smile when Obi-Wan only continued staring at him with wide, slitted eyes.

“Um you do-OUF!”

A little shape crashed into the folds of Qui-Gon’s clothes, almost swallowed up by all of it with only tufts of orange peeking out. “YES!”

Qui-Gon let out a little chuckle and tucked his hands around the little padawan, smiling a bit. ‘Well, I guess that’s one way to start of an apprenticeship.’

love.exe | ch 2

Originally posted by cxlisto

chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

summary: now having realized the truth about what jun is, you take him back to your apartment, where you learn even more about him.

characters: jun/original female, svt members, members of pristin

genre: the fluffiest stuff

word count: 4.1k 

a/n: YOOOOOO thanks for all the good responses on the first chapter bois i was so inspired i wrote this one w in an HOUR 4 hours so enjoy dis teeth rotting fluff

That evening, you brought Jun back to your apartment, unsure where he’d be left out on the streets if the police figured out what he was. 

You still struggled to fully grasp what he was also, but you were at least willing to learn and keep it a secret as well. Parking the car out front, it wasn’t raining as you stepped outside anymore, but the wind was harshly blowing, which wasn’t any better for your cold. 

Jun seemed to notice this, as upon your first sneeze, he called out from inside the car, “Are you alright?" 

After all, he couldn’t get out. The car door handle was still broken. 

Opening the door, you nodded, watching Jun quickly step out and wrap his arms around you. "Your body temperature is quite cold. I shall warm you up.” The gesture would have been sweet, but it was already late and you were still out in public. “Um, Jun–,” you stammered, trying to close the car door while still in his embrace. “—we need to get inside." 

Jun’s temperature sensors really did the trick, as once you were inside, you no longer felt freezing from your cold. 

The boy-bot stared around, curious about the abode. "Make yourself at home, I guess. Are you hungry? Wait, do robots need to eat?" 

"I am actually completely self-sufficient,” Jun replied. “There is no need for me to eat, sleep, shower, or rest at any time.” You sighed in relief, knowing that you would still only mainly need to provide for yourself at best. 

“Wait, so if I asked you to eat, would that be impossible?" 

"No, I could eat. I simply don’t need to." 

"Oh. Well, what about your battery? Something robotic has to have a battery, right?” Jun pointed to the back of his neck, where you could see a small indentation sticking out. 

You pressed it, and a control panel popped out, with different stats that confused you the more you tried to understand them. Regardless, the word ’battery’ was there, and next to it was a 99% symbol, so you assumed he’d be okay for quite a while. 

In fact, most of the control panel looked like this: 

Model: JW61096
Version: 1.0
Current status: idle
Battery: 99% (5.5 months left)
ES: 2% discovered
HC: Not in progress

 You weren’t sure what HC or ES stood for, but you noticed two ports and a button on the outside of the panel. 

One of them must be to charge him, you thought. ‘Reset’ sat under the button, which you refused to press. 

Closing the panel, Jun sat up once again, looking at you attentively. “Did you find everything you need to know?” You nodded. “Just a few more things. How long does your battery last?” “Six months." 

You blinked. That was already a long period of time. "How do I charge you?” “Most cords work, however, I believe your cellular device’s charger would function.” “How long?” “Five to ten minutes.” “It takes you five to ten minutes to charge up to 6 months?!" 

Well, that’s bizarre

It was already close to 9 pm at that point, and being accustomed to sleeping earlier, you yawned, drowsy. A pair of strong arms picked you up bridal style, and you yelped at Jun, who replied, "My love is tired, she must go to bed.” He held a strong grasp, “Wait, wait, but we didn’t get to talk about—” Jun stopped in his tracks, still mid-hallway.  

“Why’d you stop?" 

"You said wait, my love." 

Groaning, you forgot how literal he was to your every move. "Take me to my room and we’ll talk about it there.”


You had to admit, being carried around by Jun wasn’t half bad, especially if he was willing to do it. He didn’t break a sweat, nor make any sounds of struggling. 

Opening the door to your bedroom, you turned on the light, Jun sitting down on the bed, you still in his arms. “Jun. You can put me down now." 

"Is that what you want?" Honestly, no

He put you down anyway, a bit to your disappointment. "So this apartment has two bed rooms, but the other one’s kind of empty.." 

"Going into sleep mode helps me save battery,” he murmured. 

“Good, because from now on, you’ll be sleeping anywhere from 7-9 hours at night every night." 

"I do what my love asks,” he replied with a golden smile. “Where will I be sleeping?" 

You don’t have any other beds in the apartment, and the couch in the den is not only small, but it’s cold at night in the den, and you don’t own many blankets… 

You sighed. "You’ll just have to sleep in here with me, I guess. Just until we find you a new bed!" 

Jun cheered. "I’m so happy, I get to sleep with my love Y/N in her bed!” The happiness was truly an innocent type, the bot’s naivety coming out to play again. Emotional sensors rising..

“I don’t know what I’m going to about Nayoung’s car, though..” You checked your phone, and you had a few stray calls and messages from both her and Wonwoo. Jun rose from the bed. “I will be back, my love,” he chimed, and left the room. 

You heard the front door open and close, and gasped, watching him through the window as he walked towards Nayoung’s car. He walked with a normal gait, making him look even more normal. It was dark, and you couldn’t see much of what was going on except for Jun crouched against the car door. It took him only thirty seconds to close the door and walk back towards the apartment. 

The front door opened and closed again, the lock clicking. 

“I fixed it, my love!" 

Eyebrows furrowed, you ran out to the hallway, where Jun stood, a smile on his face. "It is all fixed, so please tell Nayoung that she has no reason to worry." 

You gaped. "What kind of weird robot tools did you use to fix that?” Jun cocked his head to the side. “Weird to you, possibly, but not to me. How is your sickness doing, my love?" 

You sniffled. "It could be better,” you wiped your nose on your jacket, “but I thought we were going to call me by my first name now?"  
Jun gasped in horror, bowing and apologizing. "I forgot, please forgive me!" 

Coughing, you laughed a little. He’s not real, right? "I guess it’s okay if you call me by that in private.. but not in public! People will give you weird looks if you start yelling 'my love’ everywhere." 

 Jun rose, and nodded. "Understood.”


While spending a little more time with Jun, you learned that his brain worked as a database; he compiled information as much as he could inside it. He didn’t lack emotions, but he hadn’t discovered most of them yet, nor has he had the chance to understand the ones he has already.

You also learned that he was a master chef, and did most things efficiently and quickly. While he planned on making you a four-course meal with a massage, you went against that, instead asking him for toast and some meds for your cold.

(He had to look up what toast was; “Burnt bread?” “Not burned. There’s a toaster in the kitchen.”)

While he took care of that, you changed out of your work clothes, swapping them for comfy pjs.

Thankfully, Jun walked in as soon as you were done changing. “Common courtesy is to knock, Jun.”

“Noted.”

You were nearly ready to snuggle into bed, until you realized; Jun was still dressed in the same clothes from two days ago, and he had to sleep in your bed right next to you..

Scurrying to your drawers, you looked for any old clothes or oversized shirts that would hopefully fit the boy-bot. He cocked his head to the side in curiosity as he watched.

Finding one of your largest shirts and a pair of sweatpants that were three times your size, you handed them to Jun, who took them tentatively, probably doing research. “Go change, we’ll need to wash those clothes sometime soon.”

You paused, gasping.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

The boy-bot blinked. 

“Give me a moment while I do my research on underwear.”


It took fifteen minutes to at least find something that looked like a pair of boxers, and then you sent him to your bathroom. “Change!”

You stood outside the door in case he needed help. A question had suddenly crossed your mind; one you didn’t want to ask.

“J-Jun..?”

“Yes, my love?” he called from inside, voice muffled by the door.

“Do you have a..?” you struggled to find the right word.

“A…?”

You looked down at your fingertips, shy. “A r-reproductive organ..?”

The door opened, and in the doorway stood Jun, looking unfazed by your question. “Yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Jun looked more decent now, wearing one of your brother’s old college shirts, and a pair of sweatpants which were loose enough on him, thanks to his lanky exterior.

“H-how is that even possible? You’re a robot, are you supposed to have those kinds of organs?”

“Well, I was doing my research, and I believe I identify better with the term ‘android’. Mostly because I looked up ‘human robots’ and got negative responses, with bots that looked nothing like me. Androids seemed to be better received. And I do have human skin, and am supposed to operate like a human, so it’s only important that I have the organ as well. I can’t reproduce, my love, but I will do my best to satisfy you in case that day ever comes,” Jun rambled, grabbing both your hands.

He was kind of right, android sounded cooler than robot. When you thought of robot, you thought of something metalloid with hinges and sensors that beeped every second.

The ‘pleasing’ part caused you to whimper a little, only because of how vulgar it sounded.

“Trust me Jun,” you stared at him, “humans take a long time in relationships before they ever get to.. that stage.”

Having eaten your toast and taken your medicine, you only inspected that the back and front doors were locked, and that Nayoung’s car was also locked and still in your driveway. You considered texting Wonwoo to make sure that Nayoung was alright, but he was most likely already asleep himself, and you could see his car in the driveway all the way from the apartment’s front window. 

Jun lied on your bed, still making interested noises with the familiar teen girl magazine that you’d bought for him in his hands.

Looking up, he grinned, watching you stand in the doorway. “Is it time for sleep now, my love?”

“Pretty much. How do you go into sleep mode?” you asked.

“Almost like a normal human would. I close my eyes for 30 seconds, and I am asleep.”

You turned the light in the room off, feeling the need of sleep for once. “If you’re going to be staying here, we’re going to have to buy you more clothes,” you yawned mid-sentence, feeling sleep want to take you over as you slipped under the covers of the bed.

“That seems like a nice idea,” Jun muttered quietly, turning towards you. “You look tired. Sleep, my love. I won’t sleep until you will.”

“Goodnight Jun,” you murmured, resting into the comfy mattress of your bed. Turning off the lights didn’t do much for the android himself, as he had night vision to rely on, but feeling the peaceful atmosphere of the room, and hearing the light patter of rain against the window once more, Jun was certain he had learned a new emotion—calmness. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replied, and felt his internal sensors shutting down, entering the human-like sleep mode. Breathing enabled.. database shut down, bodily functions paused. 

In your dreams that night, you dreamed of a particular boy-bot, one with a shining smile, and a mind that was both innocently naive but also incredibly smart.


The following morning, you were the one to wake up first, and you almost forgot that Jun was 75% metal. His mouth was slightly parted open, and you could hear distinct breathing, along with his chest rising up and down.

You hesitantly reached a hand out to touch his hair, which was surprisingly soft. It was a chestnut color, combed in a floppy way, however now it was all over the pillows as the boy peacefully slept.

The attention to detail of this creation still had you questioning why he was tossed aside in a dumpster, as you could make out the gentle callouses on his fingertips, the length of his eyelashes, and his pillowy, soft-looking skin.

You grazed the side of his face with your hand, gasping quietly at how soft and realistic his skin truly felt.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts, and you scoffed. It was Saturday morning, so you had no shifts until the afternoon, and even then, those were optional.

Being cautious not to wake the boy-bot up as you stepped out of bed (after all, you weren’t sure what would and what wouldn’t wake him up), you put on a pair of slippers, making your way towards the front door.

Opening it, you sighed. “Hello?”

“Morning to you too,” Wonwoo snorted, taking in your appearance. “It’s eleven and you’re still dressed like that?”

It’s already 11 am? Damn. “And so what if I am? Did you need something?”

“Actually I did, Nayoung crashed the fuck out at my place yester—” “My love?” Another voice called out.

Wonwoo’s eyebrows raised, and he stared at the floor awkwardly. You turned, only to see Jun standing close behind you, bedhead wild, and even worse, shirtless.

“Well.. nice turn of events. Nayoung wants her car back, by the way. She’s at my place right now, but she’s still sleeping, so I thought I’d stop by, but uh, you seem to be busy,” Wonwoo said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

Gaping, you realized how bad this looked. “It’s not what it looks like! He just—”

“Nah, I got it. Uh, pop in when you have the chance, yeah?”

He waved, and it almost seemed like he speed-walked back to his own apartment, shutting the door with a slam.

Closing your own door, you looked at Jun, who stared aimlessly. “Why are you shirtless?”

“When I woke up, I was starting to overheat, so I took it off.”

You sighed. “Jun..” “Was that your coworker?” You nodded. “He lives right next door.”

“It would seem I’ve done something wrong again?” he asked, a somber tone in his voice.

“No, no, no, it’s fine,” you quickly muttered, rushing over to Jun. “It was just bad timing, is all. People think it’s weird when you answer the door late and then have a guy come up behind you without his shirt on.”

“Really? I will make note of that as I make breakfast.”


Jun was surprisingly a good cook, although you wondered if his skills would have been the same provided he was human. You didn’t have many groceries, but he was able to make a decent omelette and pancakes with what you did have.

Needless to say, it was a lot better than eating instant ramen.

“Considering I don’t know where else to take you, you’ll have to stay here at home,” you said between mouthfuls of egg.

Jun looked at you in horror. “At home.. away from you? Is that safe?”

You nodded. “Should be fine, as long as you don’t go anywhere.”

Jun thought about it. “I do not think I feel safe leaving you there alone. However, research I am doing shows low statistics of assault, and forums say that any responsible boyfriend lets their beloved come and go as they please if they truly trust them. I trust you, my love!”

The sheepish smile on his face was adorable.


“I will miss you dearly, my love,” Jun chimed, watching you standing in the doorway. You laughed. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours Jun, and Nayoung will both take and bring me back. If anything happens, you can dial my phone with the number I told you. Remember it?”

He recited the number perfectly. Perks of having an automatic brain.

Once you were gone, Jun looked around him, still unfamiliar with many of the objects in the apartment. “Time to do research,” he mumbled.


For once, you weren’t on register duty for once, and you calmly made conversation with both Nayoung and Wonwoo for most of your shift.

“So Y/N,” Nayoung pressed, leaning over the counter, “how did yesterday go? You never called me back.”

You scoffed. “I returned your car, didn’t I?” Shoving chip bags into aisles, Wonwoo laughed. “Her boytoy spent the night with her.”

That emit a gasp from Nayoung. “Y/N!”

Shut up,” you hissed at Wonwoo, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Turning back to Nayoung, you placed your hands on the counter. “It’s not like that,” you began, “Won’s just mad because he didn’t get to see me all pretty for once.”

The male snorted. “Since when do you call me Won?”

“Since when do you care about my love life?” Scoffing, he shoved a bag into your hands. “I don’t.”

“We’re not done, Y/N,” Nayoung playfully sang. “We are so talking about this later.”

“Later? Like over text?”

She laughed. “No, silly! We’re going out for drinks later.”

“A reminder neither me nor Y/N are legal,” Wonwoo pointed out, raising his eyebrows at a box of condoms.

The oldest sighed. “Fine. We’ll grab a few slushies from here and hang out back at your place,” she replied, looking at you.

“My place? I don’t think so.”

“Why not?” Nayoung whined. She gasped. “Don’t tell me… he wasn’t just a one night stand!”

You didn’t see it, but Wonwoo’s head whipped around, and he gripped the box he was holding tighter.

“Aw! Y/N! I’m so happy for you,” she yelled, running over to hug you. “It only took you a month to get a boyfriend!”

You groaned. “He’s not my boyfriend! We didn’t even do anything! Honestly, I’m not even sure what we are.. but that doesn’t matter! Neither of you are allowed over until I say so!”

Nayoung pouted. “Bullshit. But fine, have it your way. At least tell us what his name is!”

“Wen Junhui,” you replied, sweeping up dust off the floor.

“That doesn’t sound Korean.”

“Isn’t Wen the name of that rich owner of some Chinese company?” Wonwoo asked, suddenly now more interested in the conversation then in honey butter chips.

“Ooh, I think so! Do you think he’s rich? Oooooh, Y/N, you scored yourself a good one!”

“Thanks,” you replied flatly.


After your shifts, the three of you each got a slushie. Since yesterday, your cold seemed to have worn off, and the weather was pleasant enough, far nicer than it had been days ago.

Wonwoo was the one who drove you back home, since Nayoung couldn’t actually come over after all (”I have family issues!”), and you lived right next door, it wasn’t much of a problem. The three of you all seemed to be growing closer with each other at a rapid rate.

“So he isn’t your boyfriend, then?” Wonwoo asked, eyes seemingly focus on the road. “N-no, I wouldn’t say so.”

“You sound like you’re lying.” “How would you know that?”

Wonwoo chuckled. “Wow, always so feisty. You’ll be a challenge for him.”

The car pulled up in the driveway of the apartments, and getting out of the car, you thanked him for the ride. “See you later!”

“Yeah, I will be,” he waved passively, disappearing inside his apartment.

“What kind of a response is that?” you asked. Shaking your head, you opened the door to your own apartment, which still appeared in pristine condition, the boy nowhere to be found. Locking the door behind you, you removed your jacket, setting your slushie down on the table.

“Jun, I’m home,” you shouted into the hallway. “In here, my love!”

You pushed the door to the den open, and the sight that greeted you couldn’t have been any more adorable.

Jun was sitting, legs crossed on the couch, watching a drama on your laptop.

“You left your laptop open, so I figured I would take a look. I’ve already mastered its usage!” He looked proud of himself.

“That’s good,” you replied, ruffling his hair. Still soft. “At first, I was only watching these to help me memorize human behavior, but I think they’re also helping me with speech patterns as well,” he noted, pausing the drama on the screen.

“It sure sounds like it, you sound a lot more understandable,” you noticed. “You learn this much in only one afternoon?”

He nodded. “I promised you I would be the ideal lover, and that is what I plan on doing!”

Jun’s cheesiness was as usual as ever, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t working on you.

“I brought you something new to try, if you’re interested.” “Always!”

He followed you out into the hallway, eyes widening at the drink on the table. “That is a very dark shade of blue.”

You put the straw up to his lips. “Try it!”

He tentatively closed his mouth over the straw, and you watched as he calmly sucked some of it up, pulling away from it afterwards. “Artificial flavors, high fructose corn syrup, water, and raspberry flavoring.”

“You can tell all of that just from tasting it?”

“No, I looked up the ingredient list in my head while drinking it.”

Giggling, you shoved his shoulder lightly. “You’re such a nerd.”

Jun gasped, and you stopped. “What?”

“She did that in the drama too!”

Sighing in relief, you glanced at the clock on the kitchen stove. It wasn’t too late, but considering tomorrow was your day off, you didn’t feel too much of a need to sleep.

“Time for sleep already?” Jun asked, taking another sip.

“Not if you don’t want to, but we should probably try looking for some other clothes for you..” you drawled, noticing he was still wearing the same pajamas from last night.

Rummaging through your drawers and through other boxes you hadn’t unpacked yet, you discovered an old black and yellow striped sweater. It looked hideous on you, but when Jun pulled it on himself, it looked decent, great even. That would become one of his usual outfit tops until he went shopping for other clothes (or until you took him), along with the dark jeans he’d shown up in.

He still lacked underwear though, and you stammered, unsure what to do about that.

“Should I flip it inside out?” “That’s disgusting, no.”

For now, shorts replaced boxers, and another pair of your old pajama pants went on top.

“This will have to do for tonight.”

Throwing his other clothes in the dirty laundry pile, you stared at Jun. You hated to say it, but it was only the second day and you were already growing fond of him, unsure if you wanted to let him live anywhere else.

He noticed, and laughed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You blinked, looking away quickly. “No reason.” He laughed again, a cheerful, human-sounding laugh. “Bed now?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Bed.”


“Taking references from a few of the dramas I watched,” Jun muttered, “I saw some typical character tropes and I was wondering if you could tell me which one of their personalities suits me best.”

You nodded in understanding. “Go for it.”

“Well, there was the smooth, suave and mature type. He seemed to always have everything under control.”

You shook your head. Doesn’t really fit Jun.

Well, then there was the overtly sweet and caring type. He let himself get stepped on all throughout the drama.”

You shook your head again. Still doesn’t fit him, except for the overly caring part.

He blinked. “Then there was the charming and playful type. The drama called it the ‘Boy Next Door’ type.”

Bingo.

You nodded your head in favor of that one. “Personally, I think that one would suit you best, but it’s really up to you which personality you want to adjust to. This is still a little weird to me, but I want you to have a little bit of your own mental freedom as well, Jun.”

He beamed, and you knew he understood what you meant. “That’s quite kind of you. I thank you for that, my love.”

Idle talk in the dark carried on for another twenty minutes until the two of you muttered your mutual ‘goodnight’s, lulling yourselves to sleep, Jun even feeling a bit more human by the end of it.

From what the both of you knew at this point, the world was at peace.


hoLY SHIT THIS CHAPTER WAS LONG AND IM TIRED

so originally i had this cut after the part where they go to sleep the first night but that made the chapter way too short and i was NOT posting a filler chapter no thank u

unfortunately the continuation of it led to this lengthy nonsense which i hope was enjoyable

hopefully i’m not panning out jun’s character development too quickly—i’m not trying to have this story pan out over 2 years, and he is a robot so i’m trying to have his character develop as quickly as i can

anyway mostly slice of life stuff in this chapter but more action is def coming up soon i promisseeee

(also updates wont be this close in between each other so enjoy it while it lasts)

-admin steph

  • Yang: *Yang slammed open the door to her and Ruby's room with tears in her eyes.* Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! *yang shouted as she punched the wall repeatedly before slumping down against it onto the floor holding her hands to her face.*
  • Ruby: *Meanwhile Ruby rushed in from the bathroom in a panic.* What Happen!? I heard banging! *She then spotted her sister sitting shaking on against the wall and quickly rushed over.* Yang? Are you alright? What's wrong?
  • Yang: *Yang sniffled wiping the tears from her red eyes.* It's nothing Ruby. Just... Just go away.
  • Ruby: Yang. It's clearly not nothing. Please talk to me. I just want to help. *Ruby said moving closer to her sister placing her hand on her shoulder.*
  • Yang: *Yang was silent for a moment, trying to stop the tears from falling as her eyes slowly turn purple.* Fine... I was going to the cafe were Blake went too... I was going to go tell her how I feel about her because I just needed to get this off my chest, ya'know. *Yang sniffled wiping her eyes.* But when I got there I saw her with Sun.
  • Ruby: Okay so Blake was hanging out with Sun. That isn't out of- *Ruby started before shouted with more tears in her eyes.*
  • Yang: They were on a date Ruby!
  • Ruby: *At this Ruby looked dumbfounded with surprise.* W-what? No. they couldn't be. They are just good friend, Yang. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding.
  • Yang: *Ruby then watched as the anger in Yang's express was overwhelmed with sorrow before looking down at the ground.* That's what I was hope for, Ruby... Right up until They kissed.
  • Ruby: oh... Oh Yang. *Ruby whisper as she wrapped her arms around her sister who hugged her back burying her face into her shoulder.* I am so sorry.
  • Yang: What am I going to do Ruby? *sniffle* I love her so much. But I can never be with her. *sniffle. I can't even tell her now. *Yang cried, holding onto Ruby for dear life.*
  • Ruby: Shhhhh. It's alright. Let it all out. *Ruby whispered as she stroke Yangs head hugging her until she calmed down.* It'll be okay Yang. Why don't you go take a shower and get ready for bed. Maybe it will help you feel better.
  • Yang: *sniffle.* Yeah... Thank you Ruby.
  • Ruby: Anytime. We're sisters after all. We take care of each other. You'd do the same for me... And probably beat up the other person.
  • Yang: Hehe, Yeah I would.
  • ~Later~
  • Ruby: *Ruby walked down stair while Yang is in the shower when she hears the front door open and close.* Oh I guess Blake is back. *She thought to herself when she hear Weiss and Blake begin to talk.*
  • Weiss: Welcome back Blake.
  • Blake: Hey Weiss. Where's Yang and Ruby?
  • Weiss: Upstairs. Yang's in the shower and Ruby I think went to bed.
  • Blake: Ah I see. I'll put these left overs in the fridge then.
  • Weiss: So how did it go?
  • Blake: How did what go?
  • Weiss: Your date with Sun.
  • Blake: *Ruby then heard Blake groan as she heard her coat being thrown.* For the last time Weiss. It was not a date. We are just friends and I made that pretty clear to him as well.
  • Weiss: What do you mean?
  • Blake: Sigh, Sun kissed me.
  • Weiss: He kissed you!?
  • Blake: Yes. And then I slapped him.
  • Weiss: WHAT!? Why? I thought you liked him?
  • Blake: As. A. Friend. Honestly, If I knew he was asking me out on a date and not to hang out I would have told him no and that I only see him as a friend. Which He accepted and apologized for kissing me while I apologized for slapping him.
  • Weiss: But I don't understand! You talked you were in love with someone blonde that we know. Oh god don't tell me it's Jaune!
  • Blake: What?! No! God No!
  • Weiss: Then who? We don't know any other blonde guys and the only other person we both know who is blonde is Yang.
  • Blake: ...
  • Weiss: ... Wait.
  • Blake: Weiss. Don't.
  • Weiss: Oh. My god.
  • Blake: Weiss. I'm serious. Shut up.
  • Ruby: *It was then just as Weiss opened her mouth to speak Ruby stepped out from around the corner and nearly shouted.* YOU LOVE YANG!
  • Blake: R-RUBY!? *Blake jumped in surprise, nearly dropping the box of sweet as Weiss watched from the chair she sat in.* H-hey. Uh, I thought you were sleep. I, uh, got some sweetd from the cafe if you want any. *Blake then watched as Ruby zipped over infront of her slapping the box out of her hand to the floor, shocking both her and Weiss before Ruby took hold of her shoulder.*
  • Ruby: Yeah. Forget that. Is it true!? You Actually love my sister?!
  • Blake: I...
  • Weiss: Ruby what is wrong with-
  • Ruby: Not now Weiss! I'll example later! Blake! Do you or do you not love Yang!?
  • Blake: Well I mean... *Blake muttered shifting nervously at Ruby's gaze before finally cracking.* Okay Yes. I love Yang but you can't tell her, please.
  • Ruby: Oh thank you god!
  • Blake/Weiss: Eh?
  • Ruby: Blake You are going to go up stair to Yang right now and tell Yang how yu feel. Like right now!
  • Blake/Weiss: What? Why? *the two said together before looking at each other weirdly then back to Ruby.*
  • Ruby: Because Yang has been crying for the past hour thinks you and Sun are dating!
  • Blake: Why would Yang think that and why was she crying about it?
  • Ruby: Because she loves you and she saw Sun kissing you!
  • Blake: WHAT!? OH MY GOD! YANG!*Blake Shouted and quickly ran past Ruby and upstairs.*
  • Weiss: You think she remembers me saying Yang is in the shower? *Both Weiss and Ruby then looked as they heard a door slam open.*
  • Blake: YANG! IT WASN'T A DATE! I DON'T LOVE SUUUUWHOAMYGOD!
  • Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAH! BLAKE! WHAT THE HELL!?
  • Blake: I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE NAKED!
  • Yang: I JUST GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER! STOP PEAKING AND GET OUT OR AT LEAST GIVE MY A TOWEL!
  • Ruby: Yeah I'm going to go with nope. *Ruby then took a bite of a cookie from the box on the floor.*

anonymous asked:

fav thing about mafia? old school arranged marriage and status issues x100 pick any 3 bosses who didn't want to marry the girl they love due to her lower status but then they find out someone is tryin to arrange marriage her and completely lose it and just take her for themselves

COMPLETE

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Byakuran

  • Byakuran knew for a fact that society is not kind. By all rights and purposes he could take his pick marrying anyone he wanted, including you. But your parents would never agree.
  • As law abiding citizen your parents have threatened to kill themselves if you married a Mafia man so he forced himself to keep his distance.
  • He longed for you, though. You were the only person who had ever seen him as a human being. Not as a God or the Devil.
  • Your treatment stung his pride but gave him freedom in a strange but pleasant way.
  • When he hears about the engagement he would be furious as hell. The cold smile on his face would give his Funeral Wreaths nightmares for endless days to come.
  • He would order the man’s family investigated. No stone will be left unturned.
  • Of course he’ll learn your fiancé belongs to a prosperous clan. Your parents would never have agreed to marry you off to someone less.
  • Byakuran will then systematically take steps in breaking down your fiance’s family fortune until he and his family is left penniless.
  • He then meet with the man and gives him an offer he can’t refuse.
  • You are then surprised when you learn your fiancé has backed out of the engagement much to the fury of your parents.
  • Byakuran then steps in to save the day and proposes to save your dignity by marrying you.
  • Your parents were so ashamed and furious about your fiancé jilting you they had no choice but agree.

Dino

  • He loved. Had always loved you since you were children. But you were the maid’s child and he was his father’s only son expected to marry well. He could not disappoint his don.
  • When he heard someone had offered you marriage his whole world fell apart around him.
  • Married? How are you getting married? Surely they were joking, right. That’s right; the world was joking and it was currently playing a dangerous prank at him.
  • Dino had to sit heavily in his chair and lean into the backrest to stop his head from spinning. Over and over the words ‘This cannot be right.’ Spinning around and around his head.
  • Ignoring everything else he couldn’t stop himself from sneaking into your rooms that night to find you getting ready for bed.
  • He would confront you about it and demand to know if you loved this man.
  • Since you knew how far apart your stations in life were since the very start you had no choice but to say yes.
  • He would go insane despite himself. Insane with jealousy and envy and so much anger at the way things were he almost forced himself on you then and there.
  • If only your mother did not knock on your door.
  • That night Dino would approach his father and drunkenly open up to him about his feelings for you. About how much he loved you; how much he loved you.
  • The elder Don Cavallone loved his son. His Dino. He never knew he was making the boy suffer this much all this time suppressing his feelings.
  • The next morning your parents are surprised when they received a formal marriage proposal from the elder Don Cavallone.
  • He was asking for your hand in marriage on behalf of his only son.
  • Your original fiancé was so scared he left without a word.
  • Dino couldn’t get a ring on your finger fast enough.

Xanxus

  • All his life he had pledged and raised himself to be the perfect son. A worthy heir for the Vongola’s throne. That was why he made himself blind when it came to you the moment he realized you were a threat to his feelings.
  • He treated you like you were not there but he always noted your every move from the corner of his eyes. As his personal maid it was hard not to.
  • Over time he became your silent protector. Threats to you were removed before they were even conceived.
  • His obsession for you was eclipsed only by his obsession for the Vongola throne and everyone in the Varia knew it. For his sake they all pitched in to protect you in their own ways.
  • So when he heard you were sent home because of the arranged marriage your parents had set you up with he had first went weak in the knees before his Wrath burst forth and he went berserk.
  • The staff didn’t even deemed it fit to tell him you were going home that day and instead already set him up with a replacement. A replacement he had nearly killed in his rage.
  • The thought of you in another man’s arms was unacceptable. The thought of anyone doing things to you that he had ever only done to you in his dreams and fantasies was too much to bear.
  • He didn’t care if his Varia were following him. Mammon had already obtained the address of the country inn where you would be meeting your fiancé for the first time and Xanxus quickly made his way there.
  • He found you and the man taking a pleasant night time stroll in the inn’s gardens while both your parents were entertaining each other inside.
  • Xanxus couldn’t help himself. He stepped out of the shadows and put a gun to your fiancé’s head terrifying the man into wetting himself.
  • You beg him to spare your fiancé and Xanxus agreed only if you kissed him.
  • Blushing you agreed and as you did his obsession was realized as held you to him with all the need he had kept inside him all these years.
  • Secreted away as his mistress, you were never seen again.
something in the chase pt. 2 | pete dunne

pt. 1

That night had become just another number on our long list of shared encounters. Though I’d sworn to myself I would defy Pete’s wishes until the end of time, it was clear I’d done exactly the opposite. I tried to be mad at myself, but that was damn near impossible when he was so good at what he did.

We weren’t anything exclusive. It was strictly casual sex, neither of us interested in a committed relationship. Or rather, he wasn’t known for them and I knew full well I wouldn’t be the one to change that. I’d secretly hoped that he’d come around, that he’d ask for something more, but at the same time, I would be glad if he didn’t. Expecting Pete to change his ways was just my own foolishness clouding my judgement; relationships weren’t meant for him.
He’d made that perfectly clear directly after our first night together. Only ten minutes after we’d collapsed into the soft mattress, all heavy-breathing and pure exhaustion, he slipped out from beside me and gathered his things.
“You’re leaving,” I said simply, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice with indifference.

He was in the midst of putting his shoes back on, pausing as he glanced over at me. “Yeah,” he mumbled, resuming his work before grabbing his phone off of the bedside table, “That okay?”

All I could do was nod, because even if I hadn’t, it wouldn’t have mattered. He would leave anyway, taking my resolve with him as he headed to his own room with an even bigger ego. As always, he’d managed to get his way, and with a girl who had vigilantly denied him over and over again, no less. My forced approval of his departure was all it took to have him walking out the door without hesitation. 

The bed didn’t seem empty without him, or any of those cliches. It just seemed sad, mocking almost, as if it was taking jabs at my weak succumbence. The more time I spent trailing my fingers along the spot where he lay just minutes ago, the more my body begged for sleep and my mind flared with anger. I was somewhat angry I couldn’t withstand Pete’s antics any longer, but I was even angrier I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.


What we had didn’t need to be discussed. It didn’t need to be revealed to the world, or anyone besides the two of us for that matter, and it didn’t need constant arguments over its meaning. We’d both accepted the situation for what it was, even if neither of us knew  what it was. 

That isn’t to say there weren’t occasional moments of confusion and senseless disagreements. The terms of being non-exclusive were simple- either of us could do as we wished with other people, and it didn’t require informing the other. It had been a consensus between us, and I stuck true to it at all times. I never asked about other women, though that was partially thanks to the stinging pain I felt when I thought of Pete with anyone else.

He, however, had a streak for moments of unhinged jealously. The most recent bouts occurred after he had caught me dancing with the rambunctiously flirtatious men out on the dance floor. Truthfully, it was completely innocent. I had no intentions to let the interaction go any farther than that, but Pete had seen it through his own eyes and his image was vastly distorted.  

“C'mon,” he growled, placing his hand on my back as he lightly pushed me forward and towards the exit.

“What the hell, Pete?!” I hissed, “What’s your problem?”

Up until we were out of the crowded, loud building, he stayed silent. Once we reached the beauty of fresh, new air and uncrowded space, I was preparing to rip right into him, until he pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine roughly.
It wasn’t anything unusual, the kiss. We often shared intense, rough kisses like that one, but something just felt off. He refused to break it, his hands against my face tightly, almost as if he was afraid I would disintegrate had he let go. I had to be the one to pull back, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly down-turned. Before I could question him yet again, he leaned forward in attempt to reunite our lips into yet another electrifying kiss, but before he could, I stepped back. 

A deep, frustrated sound resonated from within him. “I don’t like seeing guys with their hands all over you.”

I sighed, a result of both annoyance and confusion. He was the one so hell-bent on staying as far away from commitment as possible, yet here we were outside of a club near-arguing over my playful actions with men I’d never see again. 

“You don’t get to insist on no jealousy,” I retaliated, “And then act like this every time I’m having fun.”

“So you were having fun, huh?”

“Yeah, I was! And you were jealous, weren’t you?”

He scowled, taking my hand as he led us to his car. “Were you havin’ more fun than you have with me?” he demanded, pressing me against the car door. 

“No,” I answered honestly, my arms folded in determination, “Why does it matter, anyway? We have rules to this, Pete.”

“I told you a long time ago you weren’t just another girl. Did you think I was lyin’?”


I was a fool for thinking things would drastically change following that incident. He’d made it clear there were feelings rooted somewhere within, but he made no effort to explain them or even confirm them. Whenever I’d brought up the subject, he brushed it off or insisted it was still the same relationship we’d agreed upon in the beginning. 

He’d have to be blind to believe that was the case. Things had changed, albeit subtly. Absentminded forehead kisses became a thing, as did frequent terms of endearment and compliments. The one thing that never changed was his absence. He’d never stayed, always leaving to his own room no more than twenty minutes after, abandoning me in discomforting darkness and silence. 

I could perhaps argue my case for certain circumstances, but I knew better than to ask him to stay. That was the only subject that remained untouched, a silent forbiddance we both acknowledged but never discussed. We were making some ground, slowly but surely, but to bring up his quick exits would destroy it all much too quickly. I had a feeling I wouldn’t want to hear the explanation, anyway.


Something told me these changes weren’t intentional, either. We were slowly inching our way into what was more than pure-physicality, and I had an inkling Pete’s new behavior went unnoticed by him. He more than likely didn’t think much of it and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

On one hand, I was elated that maybe, just maybe, we could eventually surpass our situation; on the other hand, however, I knew that was a long-shot. Even if we did become an official couple, who’s to say it would go as well as our current relationship? We were boundless in our actions, able to do whatever else we wanted to as long as we fulfilled each other’s desires first. Commitment was a foreign term to us, especially to Pete, and I had no way of being sure he’d like it. He didn’t like being restricted and I didn’t like being heartbroken. 

For now, though, I could get used to the distinct feeling of his lips against my forehead right before he left my room. And when he invited me out on a date (but not a date, according to him), although skeptical at first, I figured I could get used to those, too. Though, the first time he mentioned it, I couldn’t hide my surprise and he couldn’t hide his insistence that it wasn’t really a date. 

“Let’s go out to dinner, tomorrow,” he brought up suddenly, “You and me.”

Trying to suppress my shocked scoff, I let out an awkward breath of air. “You mean on a date?”

“Let’s not call it that. We're still what we were a couple of months ago, right?” he confirmed.

It took all the power in my body to nod my head, wishing so desperately that I could deny it. After all, we weren’t really what we agreed upon, breaking nearly all of the rules we’d set in place. 

Either I was terrible at hiding my disappointment or Pete just wanted some form of physicality, but when his hand reached over and rested on my thigh gently, I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same. And there was something about this touch, so featherlight and peculiar, that left me breathless.


He picked me up at seven, as promised. Neither of us looked especially dressed up, since it was just a casual outing, but seeing him and knowing we were actually heading out to do something together made him look all the more attractive. Apparently, he thought the same about me.

“You look amazin’,” he commented, opening the car door like a true gentleman. 

“I’m not wearing anything special. But, thanks,” I smiled genuinely, immediately taking my position as the radio-controller and changing the station, “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

The quick wink I shot him was all he needed to know that was an understatement. 

“Well, maybe I’m just sayin’ you always look amazin’.”

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, almost missing the sly smirk that painted his face as he admired his handy-work- always getting me to blush like a lovesick schoolgirl. “Guess that’s why you chased me all those times.”

My reminder of his past perseverance caused his jaw to set tightly, seeing as he despised when I used his own desperate actions against him. He didn’t like to be reminded that he made himself look like such a beggar, but he sure did like to remember that here I was, invested in him just like he wanted. It must’ve made him feel powerful; I knew a thing or two about his absolute need for power.


The non-date with Pete was going well, all things considered. He seemed awkward, shifting uncomfortably a few times and getting fed up with the menu, but since this was a completely new atmosphere for him, I let it slide. 

It wasn’t until the beautiful waitress made her way over to our table, beaming down at Pete and all but ignoring me entirely, that things started going south. That’s fine, I thought to myself. She could flirt all she wanted, even if it was incredibly rude considering she could clearly see me sitting directly in front of him. As long as I had his full attention for the night, I would sit back and enjoy her feeble attempts.

Truthfully, I didn’t think Pete had it in him to flirt with someone while out with me. I knew of his antics, but this seemed to be a new low even he couldn’t stoop to. That belief repeated in my head on a loop right until he decided maybe he could reciprocate the flirtation.

What began with lingering stares and smug smiles escalated to conspicuous compliments. At some point, I’d had enough. Standing up from my seat abruptly, I made a quick exit before realizing I had come with him. My only options were to stay and witness even more of his relentless flirting or wait for a taxi to arrive (which gave him plenty of time to follow after me). Before I could make the decision myself, loud footsteps behind me caused me to drop my arm and, consequently, my phone by my side. 

“What was that?” Pete asked harshly, standing in front of me with confusion and annoyance written all over his face. Either he was dense or even more an asshole than I thought- the latter seemed more probable though.

“What was that?” I laughed bitterly, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“What are you on about?”

I opened my mouth to speak, about to run through the night’s events in hopes he’d realize for himself what he did wrong, but I ultimately decided to walk away to rebel against him. Only about ten steps in, a firm hold on my arm left me stuck in place.

“Are you gonna take me home?” I questioned, staring at him sharply. If I started acting like I didn’t care, maybe I eventually wouldn’t.

“Is this about the waitress?” he concluded, voice hushed for whatever reason.

The second bitter laugh I emitted was purely unplanned, a true portrayal of how awful the whole situation was. And it wasn’t just because of the night’s events. Seeing him flirting with someone right in front of me gave me a tiny glimpse of what he was doing without me around and, for some reason, it hurt like hell.

“I was just havin’ some fun,” he assured, his eyes never leaving mine even when I tried to look elsewhere, “You know about havin’ fun, don’t you?”

So now he had resorted to taking obvious jabs at my previous actions. I hadn’t even done anything wrong and yet he still had the memory at the front of his mind. “Fuck you, Pete,” I hissed.

“Is that what you want? All you had to do was ask, love,” he chuckled, urging me towards his car as always, “You drive me crazy, woman.”


The night was exhausting and drawn-out, but so absolutely intoxicating. If I had gotten any more caught up in the thrill of it all, I’d have missed the mumbled confessions he didn’t stop from leaving his lips.

He didn’t say the L word, but it’s not like I expected him to. Even I couldn’t say what I felt for him was love. What he did say, however, was the closest thing to it.

“I wish we could be more.”

It was mashed in between other sounds of absolute pleasure and breathy obscenities, and I don’t think I was supposed to hear it, but I had. I’d froze for a moment, unsure of what to do or feel or think, but in a quick second I shoved it to the back of my mind, focusing on every other feeling coursing through my body. There would be endless time to ponder his words later.


Just as Pete was doing his habitual clothing-collecting and preparing to leave without much of a goodbye, his words from earlier registered. There was no time to wonder if I had heard him right, if my ears had played a cruel trick; he was about to leave and I was about to let him. 

I knew I had to get him to stay.

When he made his way to the bed to place a routine kiss upon my forehead, I whispered out a desperate request. 

“Just this once, please stay.”

Though it didn’t seem like much, he and I both knew it was a lot to ask for. Not once in all of our months of doing this had he ever stayed afterward, and not once had I asked him to. He stopped, frozen in place by my sudden plea. “I can’t,” he denied, shaking his head as he made his way to my bedroom door.

Following him, I watched his body pause right before he stepped out of my apartment completely. 

“Pete,” I warned, “If you walk out of that door right now, you better never come back.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, slamming the door behind him. 


Pete Dunne was a compulsive heartbreaker who never spent much time with one girl. I’d been lucky enough to even receive the time I had. Although we saw each other around a lot, we never spoke. He easily could’ve worked his magic to have me back with him once more, but he didn’t. It wasn’t because he got tired of me, it wasn’t because he wanted someone else, it wasn’t because I did anything wrong. It was simply because this was Pete Dunne and he would always have an irrational fear of relationships and a terrible habit of ruining good things and I was silly to even think I could change that.

anonymous asked:

Stucky AU? Where SHIELD finds Bucky in cryo in an old Hydra base, he has his metal arm but the brain washing/memory wipes didn't happen because the scientists in charge of him were killed. So he sat there frozen until a few years before Steve when he's found, heartbroken and on a revenge mission to get every lingering hydra agent or base destroyed. They took his sweetheart from him. Then he gets a call "We found him, Sargeant Barbes."

Imagine Bucky’s anger - no, his rage - when he finds out what happened to Steve. He wants to rip every Hydra down right that moment. He sees red and only sees red for a long time. 

The hollow, aching feeling in his chest is too much to bare. He can barely get up some days but he always does when he has another tip from Natasha for another Hydra base to tear down. 

His rage fuels him. His rage keeps him fighting. He tears each base down, leaves hardly any survivors and when he does, he leaves them to Natasha, who is not merciful when it comes to avenging the ones she’s lost.

If he stops going on missions, then he’ll get swallowed up by the misery, depression and guilt that taints his heart. He’ll drown in his sorrow and never resurface. Sometimes, he wants to fall away. But he knows it’s not what Steve would have wanted. So, he keeps going, to keep his memory alive.

Hydra will not take Steve away from him. Not his memory or his love. 

And then the day comes, when he gets a call from Natasha. “Hey Nat,” he says, “you got another base for me - ?” 

“No. It’s something else. You’d better come in,” she says and she sounds…happy. Bucky hangs up right away, showers and throws on some clothes and boots before leaving his apartment. 

He’s at SHIELD headquarters within fifteen minutes and is led by Natasha up to the infirmary. “What is it?” he asks her, “seriously Nat?” 

She merely smiles, “we found something. Or rather, someone.” 

“Someone?” 

“Look.” Nat nods towards the hospital door. 

And there, in the room is Steve. He’s smaller than Bucky again, not by height. But muscle wise, Bucky’s larger due to Hydra’s torture and the need to feel stronger than anyone else, Bucky had made sure he was impressive in size. Steve is all refined and wrapped up in that wonderful body of his, lying there in bed, staring at the ceiling. 

His hair’s damp and his cheeks are wet. He’s been crying. He looks just like he had the day Bucky had last seen him, except he’s dressed differently, rested and confused. 

“Stevie,” Bucky whispers to himself and then rushes into the room, nearly tearing the door off it’s hinges. 

“Bucky?” Steve croaks, sitting up. In a flash, he launches himself into Bucky’s arms, sobbing loudly. “I thought I’d lost you. I thought I’d lost you forever. I’m so sorry. I let you fall. I let them take you.” 

“No, no, oh baby no,” Bucky croons, cupping Steve’s face. “No, you didn’t leave me. You didn’t. You couldn’t have known. What were you goin’ to do, eh? Jump after me, they would’ve gotten you too. The only thing that kept me alive all those years was knowin’ that they never got their hands on you.” 

They’re level in height now, but still Steve looks down so Bucky has to dip his head to meet his gaze.

“B-but - 

“No, baby boy, no,” Bucky shakes his head, “no. Look at me, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. I’m here. You’re here now. Are you okay? Oh doll, I should’ve been lookin’ for you. I did, I did and we had the best people searchin’ for you - 

Bucky,” Steve whimpers, clutching at Bucky’s shoulders, at his clothes, at his neck, “Bucky, Bucky…” He looked into Bucky’s eyes and felt himself crying even more so. “I love y-you.” 

“I love you too, darlin’,” Bucky growls, kissing Steve firmly on the mouth. A couple of the doctors look away, blushing at their public display of affection. “I’m never lettin’ you go. You’re got gettin’ out of my sight, ever again. You hear me?” 

Steve nods, nudging his nose against Bucky’s, “you too.” 

Bucky grins and laughs wetly. They had a lot to talk about and work through but right now, all Bucky wants to do is hold his sweetheart. 

And so, he does. 

Why I Love the Solas Romance

I have thoughts, and when I have thoughts, they get written down into a thing.


The fact there even is a Solas romance blows my mind. I mean, here is a world Solas has written off as being full of not-real beings. Small minded, uncaring, unfeeling things. He has no notion or reasoning to get attached to anyone.

Yet Lavellan completely catches him off guard. At first, I’m sure he convinces himself his preoccupation with her is strictly situational. She has the Mark, after all. Of course, she would hold his attention.

“You were a mystery. You still are.”

But little by little, he finds himself drawn to her in ways he can’t explain. He becomes enamored by her. Yet even when he admits his feelings to himself, he knows it can never be more than a fantasy.

Then they find themselves in the Fade together, and Solas’ feelings slip through. He tries to cover his mistake by telling her his words were only a figure of speech. He turns away from her because he knows this cannot happen. He will not encourage this. But then she turns his head and kisses him, and all his will power goes out the window.

“You change everything.”

Even then he tries to fix it. This isn’t right. We shouldn’t. This could lead to trouble. Even if Lavellan agrees with him, he still thinks of her. He can’t not. And when we find ourselves on the balcony scene, Solas’ feelings slip again, and again he tries to walk away. But Lavellan takes his arm and asks him not to go, and he is completely doomed.

He is in love with her, and there is no escaping it.

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Chapter 92 Thoughts

What I’ve really gathered from these past two chapters is that…it sucks being an Eldian. The whole world is against them, constantly reminding them of their perceived evil nature and the crimes of their ancestors. The Marleyan-born Eldians may be taught that the Eldians on Paradis are the bad ones, but at the end of the day, they all share the same fate.

They are loathed for their ability to turn into titans, which only can happen under specific circumstances, while simultaneously wanted as military power for that same reason. They aren’t valued as people at all.

And now, the one thing they’re even wanted for is established as a dwindling power at best by the end of the chapter. 

Yet Marley is hellbent on capturing the Progenitor titan, all in hopes of securing the title of the most powerful nation in the known world. They’ve been busy with a war for the past 4 years, and now they’ve just won it.

They made a peace treaty with a nation that invented a scarily efficient anti-titan weapon that can even slice through the material on the appropriately named Armored Titan. This, being the same material that had been considered impenetrable from the perspective we’ve seen the majority of the series. The Survey Corps only recently developed a weapon to damage that armor, and it’s remarkably less efficient than the ones the Middle Eastern Alliance created here.

What Marley lacks in naval power they make up for in air power. They don’t even need actual bombs – a mass of mindless titans dropping from the sky is just as destructive.

On top of being technologically advanced, they have 4 adept shifters on their side.

The focus is finally back on Paradis Island, home of our protagonists. 

I think it’s fair to say, things are looking absurdly grim for the Survey Corps and co. right now. 

In other words, it’s business as usual. 

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Prompt: Drarry discover fanfiction.

“Hey, Malfoy.”

“What do you want, Potter?”

“I thought you might want to take a look at this.”

“What is it?”

“Something I stumbled across on the internet.”

“Potter, I have no interest in anything Muggle related– What’s a ‘drarry’?

“Just… just read it?”

“Potter, that’s my name on there.”

“Yeah…”

“And your name. Or is there a Muggle Harry Potter somewhere?”

“No, that’s me. That’s… us.”

*silence for a few minutes*

“Potter, is this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?”

“It’s apparently called ‘fanfiction’.”

“I don’t care what it’s called, why am I reading about your cock in my mouth?!”

“Jesus, would you keep your bloody voice down?”

“Oh no.”

“What, what is it?”

“Y-you’re undressing me?! Potter, I demand you take this down!”

“I can’t do that, I didn’t write it!” *silence again* “What… what’re we doing now?”

“You’re– Merlin, Potter, what sort of sexually deviant pervert would write something like– oh, Merlin save us all.”

“What? What’s happening?”

“Potter. I would never whisper your name sweetly whilst you fucked me!”

“I know that. You’re obviously a screamer.”

“Wh– excuse me?!”

“You’re not the kind who’d whisper sweetly, Malfoy, come on!”

“I’ll bloody well whisper sweetly if I want to!”

“Fine! You wouldn’t hear me complaining!”

“Good!”

“Yes, good!”

“And why does this clown think you’d last–” *squints* “–five paragraphs long before you come?!” *loud cackling*

“I’ll show you five paragraphs. I’ll show you bloody ten paragraphs!”

“Pfft, easy there, Potter. You might pull something.”

“Fuck you!”

“When?”

“Tonight. My place.”

“I’ll bring wine.”

“No, Malfoy. Bring lube. ‘cause I don’t have nearly enough for the amount we’re going to need.”

“Ugh, you’re a crass oaf, Potter.”

“All night long, Malfoy. All bloody night long.”

“Maybe we could read some more of this ‘fanfiction’ first, though. You know… For inspiration?”

Five times Dan hated being warm and the one time he didn't

   - A big thank you to both my beta and my doodler. They both did exceedingly well and helped me bring this fic to life. It is my first time taking part in the PLP and I’m excited to take part in it again!

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Easily Bewildered

Bewildered; the first time someone used the word, I nearly laughed aloud.
There was a group of varied students sitting across the lawn, grouped together in the shade of a tree, all decked out in weird jewelry and with circles around their eyes, hurried pen ink on their wrists. I was at a picnic bench, sitting with my friends from lab, working on some report or something. There was a lull in the conversation, and the hushed voices, filled with awe, scattered across the grass of the lawn towards us. I was looking absentmindedly at my phone, and when I heard the strange phrase, I burst out laughing. Their voices were so quiet, almost afraid, and like so much else at this school, I didn’t take it into account. I instantly lumped them in with the other students, overly superstitious and quiet, clinging to their iron and their salt like this was some episode of Supernatural.
The first time I heard bewildered, I laughed. 

The second time, it was coming from the mouth of my Hall Advisor, in the longest informational lecture I’d gotten that year. I was sitting on a couch in the overly cramped common room, squished in-between two of my closest friends from bio lab, and we were already bored and over dramatically rolling our eyes at one another before it even began. They were talking firmly, as if they believed in everything they were saying, reminding us very sternly of the “advice” from the beginning of the year. Every year. It was about the third or fourth time I’d heard this lecture, despite not having been here that many years. Sometimes, I wondered if the weirdness would ever end, and just leave me to do my labs and lose my mind in peace.
“Don’t go out late at night, if you have to, make sure you stay on the path.” Well, duh. I looked to my right, and met the eyes of my lab partner, who was just perishing of boredom. I could tell she wanted to be on her phone, but we’d managed to be polite this far, so maybe we could make it to the end of the meeting. Our HA would appreciate it.
“Don’t go near the woods. We’ve had way more kids get bewildered this year, it’s not normal and you all really need to step it up.” I snickered. The friend to my left said something under eir breath, and my other friend suppressed a laugh, and we tried, really hard.
Our HA didn’t appreciate it. They stared us down for a moment, while some other students clutched their iron necklaces or slipped hands into pockets, making fists around what was probably salt, if I knew this floor well enough. I elbowed my lab partner in the side, and she shut up, em quickly following suit. Shockingly, we managed the rest of the meeting, finally slipping out and snickering, finally sharing all of the snide comments that had built up the whole time. Other students walked out glumly, faces pale, shoulders slumped.

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Not Your Fault

Requested: Can you do one where y/n finds out that she can’t get pregnant ?

Your name: submit What is this?

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It’s your fault. That’s what you found out today. You went to the doctor because you and your husband Shawn have been trying to get pregnant for a few months, and you both thought it would be a good idea to see if there was a reason why or if anything was wrong. You know that sometimes it just takes a while to get pregnant, so since it had only been a few months of trying, you weren’t too worried.

But the doctor ran tests on both you and Shawn, and the test results just came back today. It turns out that Shawn is perfectly fine and capable of getting you pregnant, but the problem is that you can’t get pregnant, something about being infertile. You barely heard much of what the doctor said in that office. All you heard was that it was your fault, and that’s all you needed to hear to spend the rest of the meeting just trying to keep yourself from falling apart. The doctor was telling you about other options, about things you could do instead. Shawn’s hand was securely in yours the entire meeting, his thumb comfortingly running along the back of your hand, but it didn’t make you feel much better.

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bittyholtz pining

“Why are you being so rude to Jack?” Bitty asked, cornering Holster in the kitchen of Jack’s apartment. They were there for the Falconers’ home opener and the “quiet gathering” Jack had planned for after had turned into a semi-kegster, sans kegs. Half the Falcs had shown up, including Mashkov, who was currently chatting with an incredibly star-struck Ransom.

Holster frowned. “Why are you avoiding him?” He shot back, only feeling slightly guilty as Bitty’s face crumpled for a split-second before returning to an annoyed purse.

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Songbird

A/N: This is the sequel to Silence, which was far more popular than I thought it would be, so thank you all for that! This sequel was requested by @pixikinz (it’s not tagging you I’m sorry!) and a few other people that I’m having trouble finding and tagging… I’ll tag @princess-of-erebor1992 for helping me get up the courage to write it. I hope you enjoy this!

Summary: You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.

Word Count: 1,551

Warnings: Shirtless Thorin (shield our eyes from the beauty!!), mention of wounds


Once Thorin learned your name, he used it as often as possible. It made you feel more at home to hear your name so frequently, even if it was in a voice that did not at all sound like home. Thorin’s voice was deep and resonant, regal with a hint of wildness that you wondered if he might ever tame.

You hoped he wouldn’t.

His company had gotten better about not begging you to sing at every moment. They only asked for music every few hours, which was easier on you. Kili and Ori asked most often, the former with fluttering eyelashes that betrayed his flirtatious youthfulness, the latter with a shy bashfulness that you found hard to refuse. In the end, you sang more than you meant to, though Thorin was always mindful of his dwarves’ requests. He would quell the requests that would tax you the most, smiling in that close-lipped way of his as you nodded your silent thanks. Some days he would not let you sing at all, to your bafflement.

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