#(because she's terrible about actually opening up about the fact that yeah no she's fucked up)

[korkorali]

I think the worst bit for me about all Those Sorts (you know the type) of fics is that they always take Della extremely out of character in order to make her the 'antagonist.'

And that sucks because it's just not necessary! It's the worst because you can have Della & Louie angst where Della's the 'antagonist,' and it's in-character.

You just have to have Louie be wrong in the end (kind of).

The reason why Della and Louie clash in Timephoon and Glomtales! isn't because Della 'disapproves of scheming in entirety' or something, it's because she's done the same goddamn thing as him.

(And side note- Timephoon is honestly an amazing piece of storytelling, because it allows us to see Della's thought process for taking the Spear of Selene by showing us Louie doing pretty much the same thing.)

She's been through it all before, and she knows how it ends.

And that fucking terrifies her! The idea that one of her kids is making the same mistakes as her, could go through the same thing as she did, and she's the only one who can see it, is terrifying.

The way to start out a story like this is simple; have an adventure go wrong. Not in a deadly way, not in a way that's caused by Louie (at least, not that anyone but him notices), not in a way that costs anyone their life- but in a way that causes them to lose the treasure. The adventure is a failure, and they have to come back empty handed, like New Gods on the Block.

Maybe some people get hurt, maybe it's vaguely Louie's fault (and even then- it'd be better if it wasn't even his fault, it's just his brain connecting patterns where there aren't any), but the most important part is that they don't get the treasure, and it's like- one of those ones that can only be found once every hundred years or something.

Louie feels responsible (I mean all of the kids do, but as it'd be a Louie story he'd be the one focused on) and upset that they want to all that trouble and don't have anything to show for it, so he tries to figure out some way to go on the adventure again.

Turns out, after a bit of research, there is a way to get to the treasure again! Louie brings it to Scrooge's attention excitedly- but Scrooge turns it down. Says it's too dangerous, that they're not doing it, end of story.

...Not end of story- everyone's still obviously miserable. So Louie decides that 'okay, if it's 'too dangerous,' then I'll just go in secret. It'll be fine, Scrooge is just overreacting.'

So he starts trying to put a plan into place to get the treasure in secret- but Della, somehow, seems to know what he's doing (hint: it's because she knows what she'd do if she was in Louie's shoes). And is consistently getting in his way.

And there you go- a perfect setup to have Della consistently and purposefully stepping on Louie's toes, getting in his way, trying to stop him from doing things, and it's even in-character! It'd probably start out with the two acting like everything's perfectly hunky-dory, even though both of them know that the other knows that they know that the other knows why they did this one thing.

As plans get deeper, it'd escalate to Della trying to actively call Louie out, but he always manages to just barely weasel his way out of it, and eventually commence his plan.

It obviously goes wrong. But Della's there to help. And finally she'd actually explain why the fuck she's been something of a thorn in his side for the past few weeks, why it seems like she knows what he's thinking: because she does.

Because she's been through the same thing.

Because she fucked up, and left her stranded on the moon for ten years, and she does not want that for her kid. (And of course everything could've been solved if she'd just sat down and talked to Louie about that at the onset, but it's Della- she only likes to bring up the moon when it's funny. She would've thought 'nah it's fine, I can handle this, I don't need to bare my soul, I shouldn't burden anyone with that' without realizing that oh yeah, no, that's the exact same thought process she doesn't want Louie to think)

And of course they'd argue, because it'd be a high-stress situation and neither of them would have the composure to pretend that everything's alright and they haven't been sniping at each other for the past week or so, and eventually it'd finally come up; eventually, they'd finally bring up that they thought the exact same thing when Louie did this, when Louie took the Timetub, when Della took the Spear.

'...And if anything goes wrong, at least I'm the only one who'll get hurt.' (Because you cannot tell me that that was not the last thought running through both of their heads when they took the timetub/Spear of Selene, you cannot convince me that they didn't think they were doing right by their families in that moment, that they hadn't done their due diligence and minimized risk down to one person.)

And Louie wouldn't understand, because he did the right thing. He minimized risk, he made sure nobody else would get hurt. But that's wrong- because if he got hurt, then Della (Donald, Scrooge, their family, her kids) would get hurt too. That they could fly into a vacuum all they wanted, but at the end of the day, they still didn't exist in one.

Eventually, they'd get out of there and abandon the mission again. Maybe they'd succeed, but probably not. But that's not important- what'd be important is that they were both safe and alive and okay.

There- a Della & Louie thing, extremely angsty, well Della as the 'antagonist,' and it's all in-character. Easy.

[planetwaynez]

bad ideia right?

Jason x Roy x Fem!Reader

Notes: I've been cooking this JayRoy x Fem!Reader for some time now, the only thing is... I got excited and ended up writing waaaay too much so this will be separeted in two parts. This is part one, if you guys like it lemme know if you want part two, pls!!!

PART 2!!!!

WARNINGS: Talks about stalking, nearly death experince, violence, murderer, being socialy secluded, a lot of complicated feelings. This is part 1!

Words: 4,7k

Synopsis: It never crossed Roy's mind that his cute civilian ex would be knocking at his apartmant door asking for help. Jason never tought that he would've to help his boyfriend with his ex, but he is, especially because she might die if they don't help her out.

Things are not so great at the moment. And she knows it, that's why she stands in front of her ex boyfriend's apartment door, picking at her nails and looking everywhere but the door. She knows she shouldn't be looking for him, but in the situation that she finds herself, Roy may be the only person that can help her out. Rationality, she knows it's no biggie, showing up and asking for her ex boyfriend, who is a very known vigilante, to save her skin. However, emotionally, she knows it's fucked up. 

Taking a deep breath, she knows it's a bad idea, but she reaches for the door and knocks. Taking a step back, y/n can feel her muscles starting to shake in a nervous fit.

It's been two years since she saw Roy for the last time, and she wonders how much has changed since then. 

The door is open and y/n looks up, to find a tall brunette looking at her with an arched eyebrow. She smiles, trying to be polite. He doesn't smile back.

“Hi! Is this Roy Harper's apartment?” She asks, still picking at her nails and the man in front of her notices.

“Yes” he answers, his voice deep and intimidating and for the first time she knows for a fact that this is more than a bad idea, it's a terrible one. But then again, it's better than dying. 

“Is he home?” The man crosses his big arms over his chest, taking in a more intimidating stance than before.

“Yes” 

He is not the most polite ever, and it's starting to make y/n panic turn into frustration very quickly. 

“Can I talk to him?” the man clicks his tongue, obviously not liking her request. Well, what can she do, a girl needs to try her shot.

“Who is at the door, love?” a familiar voice asks and now she understands. The huge guy in front of her is acting up in a jealous fit. Does he know who she is? Probably. 

“Your ex” he says, and yeah, he knows who she is. 

They can hear steps coming in the direction of the door and a very confused Roy shows up, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants and his hair is longer, long enough to be put up in a man bun. Cute.

“Y/n?” He is pale and it seems like he just saw a ghost in front of him. She smiles and gives a tiny wave, not knowing how to act. When she decided to ask Roy for help, she knew that there was the chance for this to happen. A chance to find out about his new partner, a chance that he would look terrified, a chance that he would say no and let her die. Simple stuff.

“Hi, Roy” things are awkward, the three of them looking at each other like idiots.

“What are you doing here?” Roy seems offended that she ever had the guts to show up like this and honestly, she understands him and would deal with this situation in a more aggressive way if it was her in his place. 

“I need your help” she can feel her cheeks burning and her heart rate increase, she feels the sting of a broken nail and her palms are sweating. 

“With what?” Who asks the question is the brunette man, and y/n finally looks at him. He is wearing the same attire as Roy, paired up with a long sleeve black compression shirt, and she realizes how big he actually is. If he wanted to, he could throw her through the stairs of the building with ease. He is scary. 

Instead of actually answering the brunette, she started rambling all of her thoughts to them, feeling her chest tight. 

“I know you told me not to go, I know you said my brain would put me in danger one day and that my smart mouth would kill me and honestly I never believed you, but I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, Roy.” Desperation seeps through her voice, making her look ridiculous but the amount of panic in the woman in front of Roy only sparks his worry. 

“What the fuck did you do?” He asks, taking her wrist and pulling her inside the apartment, practically throwing her in their living room.

“I stumbled across files I should have not stumbled across.” Roy Harper is not a man to worry, unless it's his daughter, Jason or Dinah. Or Y/n.

She was always one to worry about. Always too smart for her own good, always too clever to her own safety, always too curious. She found out way too easily his identity as Arsenal when they were dating. He knew that one day she would have a price over her head.

“What does that mean, y/n?” He is basically yelling at her now, frustrated that she doesn't give him the information he needs. She pouts, hating the fact that Roy is yelling at her.

“It means you were right, ok? I am too curious for my own good and now some rich people want me dead.” 

Fuck it.

Jason didn't see this one coming, not even a thousand miles away. When he woke up this morning, sore from their last mission, he wouldn't have guessed that Roy's most recent ex and only civilian ex, would show up at their doorstep asking for Roy to save her skin from rich people. 

Jason sighs, drawing the attention to him. He closes his eyes, hoping this is some weird dream, but when he opens them again, two pairs of eyes are staring at him. He thanks the gods that Lian is with Alfred. 

“And how could Roy help you?” Jason asks, wondering what is going through this stranger woman's head. 

“As Arsenal, obviously” she says, as if Jason is one dumb fucker, and he can't believe that this is happening. 

“She knows?” Roy shrugs, as if saying ‘I have no control over that’. 

“She found out when we were three months into the relationship” Jason looks at her again, shocked with this new piece of information. He knew they dated for over a year, and also knew how heartbroken Roy was when she left to live in Ireland because of a job opportunity. He didn't know she knew about Arsenal, though. 

“It was actually quite easy to figure it out” she says, her eyes roaming over him, not in a ‘I am attracted to you’ way but in ‘who are you?’ type of way, and that made an uneasy feeling set in Jason's stomach.

“How?” He needs to know how she found out, how her brain works. Jason knows a lot of people, for fucks sake, he knows Tim and Tim found out Robin's identity at the age of nine, not many things shook him, but it's eight in the morning and this woman is definitely weird. 

“I noticed they have the same scar on the left arm” 

Jason's eyes bulge just a little and he looks at his boyfriend, who is looking at the floor, probably embarrassed with how easily a civilian found out his identity. 

“I know” the read head says, clicking his tongue “she is a freak with that brain of hers” 

It's y/n's turn to sigh, rolling her eyes. She looks at Jason again and says, very calmly.

“I knew I could say Roy is Arsenal near you because I firmly believe you already knew. Not because he told you, but because you are like him” the nervous and anxious girl from before is gone and she looks more confident and comfortable, and that uneasy feeling of having someone with a bigger brain than yours in the room comes back to Jason's stomach. 

“And why's that?” Roy chuckles, and Jason looks at him with a quizzical look but the redhead says nothing, just smiles.

“You keep analyzing me, noticing every single move I make. For a guy your size you are very quiet and silent” she point out, numbering everything she says in her manicured fingers “Also, you keep reaching for your thigh, as if you keep looking for a gun in a holster” Y/n points to his hand, resting in his left thigh, and he wants to curse himself. 

“I will make an educated guess and say you are Red Hood, the guy that is always with Arsenal” She says and smiles, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck that has a hand imprint on it. “You are him, aren't you?” 

Jason nods, not verbally answering her, but he knows there is no use lying since she knows about Roy's identity. What actually sparks his interest is the marks in her neck. She notices him looking and she once again hides her skin from them. Jason looks at Roy, to see if he saw the same as him, and his boyfriend's gaze is focused on y/n neck as well. There is more to this story than she is truly telling, and they know.

“She found out about Dinah in forty minutes in the same room as her.” Roy says, instead of saying something about the purple marks, walking to the kitchen to get a water bottle for himself. 

Jason looks at her, doing exactly what she said he was doing before, but now he takes his time. Analyzing her. Meanwhile, she keeps an eye on Roy, who is not caring at all about the exchange behind him.

Roy turns around, holding his water bottle and looks at the two of them. He drinks all the water with a few gulps, feeling the cold water calm him down to the conversation he will soon have. He really wants to know who is the fucker that tried to choke her to death and left those marks on her smooth skin.

“Come with me” he says, pointing at a very shocked Jason and a very smug y/n to follow him. 

The three of them get in a room decorated to be a study, Roy sits on a couch in the corner of the room and Jason sits next to him, his big arm going around Roy's shoulders.

“Explain yourself, pookie” Roy says and y/n takes a deep breath, collecting her thoughts to start explaining herself to the two vigilantes in front of her.

“It all started a few months ago when Campbell Enterprises, the place I worked at, developed a new project. One that was secretive and only a few would participate, the HR did a whole campaign to encourage us to participate in the selective process to choose the ones that would be a part of this new project. I was hoping I was not chosen, honestly, I was fine with the workload I already had at my lab at the time, but it was mandatory to participate” she pauses, taking a deep breath and looking at the window, watching the sun come through. 

“They chose me and a few others to be a part of it, but it was all too secretive, even for us that were working on it. It was tiring, since my regular workload kept coming” she clicks her tongue and blinks, as if she was transported back to the moment that she is telling them about. “One night I stayed later than usual, it was just me in the laboratory, I was tired and annoyed with a few things so I started digging around, just so see if I could see the development of the others that I worked with.”

She blinks again, swallowing tears and looks at them. Roy and Jason are looking at her very attentively, waiting patiently for her to continue. There is no pressure, no tension in the room, just two men looking at her as if she was made of glass and that, for some reason, soothed the pain inside. Y/N is too used to not allowing herself to be fragile, but right now, with Jason and Roy, she feels that she can allow herself to be a little bit vulnerable. 

“That's how I ended up coming across the real motivation of the project. They told us that we were developing a new medicine for kids with cancer, when in fact, we were developing a new drug so they could kidnap children and teenagers with more ease.” There is silence in the room and inevitably, they all thought about Lian, that is safely with Alfred, but she could not be, like many others are not. 

“And they found out you came across those files and that's how you got five fingers in your neck?” Roy asks, arms crossed and a frown between his eyebrows, looking irritated. 

“Not exactly” she says, her right hand going instinctively to her neck, gulping just to remember the touch of that man on her skin. “They found out I knew, but they didn't make it obvious. I knew they would find out eventually and come after me, but until then I thought I could keep living my life.”

Silence reigns the room, the three of them knowing she was just living an illusion until reality came knocking on her door.

“I went out on a date” she says, and that sparks even more their interest. Jason scoffs, not believing what he just heard.

“You knew you had a target on your back and you went on a date?” He asks sarcasm in every word that he says. She nods and Roy looks at her with disbelief in his green eyes.

“I was needy” she simply states, shrugging as if it was not a big of a deal, except it was. “He was a hitman” 

Jason and Roy look at each other, not knowing how to actually react to her words. It all seems so out of this world, especially with the way she tells things, so calmly.

“We were kissing, he grabbed my neck and said that I was too curious, he had a good grip but I had a pocket knife” she is smiling and Jason knows for a fact now that she is crazy.

“So you stabbed him” Roy says, a smirk forming in the corner of his red lips. She nods.

“Didn't kill though, just enough to run away” she looks again at the window and takes a deep breath, “that's how I ended up in an airplane to Gotham. I called Dinah and asked where you lived, she told me you moved to Gotham, gave me your address and that's how I ended up here.”

She looks at them again and they can see in her eyes that she is lost. Desperate. In panic and disbelief of herself. What Jason can't see but Roy can is that Y/n truly believes she is going to die if they don't help her out.

Roy is not happy to have his ex, who broke his heart even if their break up was mutual and mature, standing in front of him. Roy is not happy that Dinah just gave information on him so easily. But he is less happy with the idea of y/n dying. No, he gets angry just with the idea of her not existing anymore. 

And Jason may not know y/n, but he knows his boyfriend. He knows Roy just as well he knows himself and Jason can see it in the redhead's eyes that they will help her out, even if it fails, they will try their best. Jason can also see the care and admiration in Roy's eyes every time he looks at her, it's the same way Roy looks at him. 

Jason will have to swallow his pride and jealousy, because he is going to help his boyfriend's ex to not die.

“We will help you” Roy says, looking at Jason for support and he finds everything he needs in his lover's eyes.

“But with a few conditions” Jason says, now looking at the younger woman. He knows she is younger than them, but now she truly looks like it. The sun is bathing her from her side, making her eyes shine and seem bigger, her lips are painted a glossy red and her cheekbones are chubby and pink. He can't deny, she is adorable and pretty.

“Anything” she says, her lips quivering just slightly. Jason smirks, he knows he is an asshole, but he also gets the job done.

“You will be staying at one of your monitored safe houses, and you won't leave the house, unless one of us is with you.” Roy nods, his gaze focused on her. The redhead forgot how beautiful she looks with her hair down and a turtleneck and he can't stop staring at her now that he noticed. 

“We will make the groceries for you, just give a list. Also only burner phones and not social media” Roy says, and y/n was expecting nothing less than that. She is asking for them to keep her alive and she knows they will do it, even if it means keeping her away from society for a while. 

“And we need all the information that you have�� Jason finishes, reclining himself against the couch, relaxing his muscles. 

Y/n stares. She was always curious and when she thinks something - or someone - is pretty, she stares. She didn't look at Jason until she did, and now that she sees what Roy sees, she can't stop looking. 

They are both attractive men, she can't decide which she will take a look at longer, her brain working faster than normal to keep up with everything that she is thinking, from the information that they need to Jason's muscles and Roy's pretty lips.

She knows it's going to be a long ride with those two around her.

4 MONTHS LATER

It  was comfortable to stay hidden from society while Roy and Jason were dealing with the issue she put herself in. It is comfortable to stay in and watch movies, read books and cook whatever she feels like cooking. It is comfortable not having to go out to do her own grocery shopping, since Jason did that for her in the last four months, and he never forgot anything from the list. It is comfortable to have them around all the time, it is comfortable to have Lian over on the weekends to play with dolls and paint ceramics with her.

However she knows it's not going to last any longer. Actually, all this comfortable scenario is over as she stares at Roy and listens to him talk.

“It’s all over, we fixed everything up, you can go back to living your life, pookie” he says, his green eyes shining with something she can’t quite comprehend, but she knows the feeling that is attached to her chest. He is sitting in a chair in front of her, only a table stopping Y/N to reach out and hug him until her heart stops growing with pain.

She got comfortable, she created an illusion for herself once again. They were there almost everyday, talking, making jokes and eating homemade food made by her, she even got to befriend Jason in the first month, just to develop feelings for him in the third. In the second month she already knew she still loved Roy with her whole soul, and seeing him so dedicated to see her safe again only intensified that. 

She can’t explain, really, how she feels. She just knows its different but she loves them both. Roy is like a ray of sunshine that comes through the window, always warm and welcoming, always making her feel important and cared about. He was always good at making her feel like she is the only girl in the world, like she is actually important and easy to love. It's hard to let those feelings for him go, since she can’t get enough of his smile, his green eyes and his stupid jokes. She thinks that deep down, she never stopped loving him. It was like coming home from a long trip, the feeling of having Roy around again was that. His hugs became frequent again and she thinks she can’t let him go, the warmth and the intimacy are just too good and keeps her sane in the difficult days. 

Jason was a surprise. Y/N never thought it was possible to love two people at the same time and in the same intensity, but so differently from each other. At first, she thought she was going crazy with guilt because she still loves Roy, and Jason is his boyfriend. But then, slowly, she realized she fell for him just as hard as she had fallen for Roy. Jason is attentive, caring and even though he is more introverted, he understands her on a deep level. He knows when she is upset before she even acknowledges herself, he always has a good book recommendation and he always helped her in the kitchen when he could.  Lian loves him and he is good with kids just as much as Roy is. He is calm and collected and somehow, he soothes her mind. 

She loves them.

But she is sure they don’t love her back.

“Really?” she questions it, not believing that she can once again live in society without risking herself. 

“Yes” Jason says, he is behind Roy, his arms crossed and he doesn't look at her for longer than what's enough.

“Everything is clean, then?” She questions it once again, fear creeping inside her head, telling that they couldn’t do anything and that she will die if she leaves their embrace.

“Yes, pookie, everything is clean” Y/N nods, pressing her lips together and looking away from them, not knowing how to actually feel. She is happy that she is once again safe, that she can walk around without risking being murdered, that she can talk longer to her parents. But she can feel that pain in her chest, the one telling her this is the last time she will ever talk to them, see them and feel their presence. She is free to go anywhere, but the only place that she wants is not available for her. 

While she sits in sorrow, she doesn’t realize that both men are devastated as well as she is. Roy knew it was possible to love two people at the same time, to want to be romantically with two people at the same time, but it never crossed his mind that he would be living this feeling so intensely. He loves Jason with his soul, he would die for his boyfriend and kill just anyone Jason asked him to kill. But he can’t deny that he also loves Y/N, she is everything he could possibly want and not deserving to have. Her smile, her scent, her eyes, her lips, her body, her hair, everything in her was an invitation to his heart. Roy loves her with his heart, he would do anything for her too, he just did. He killed for her last night just to be sure she would be fine. He doesn’t want to let go, but if that's what she wants, he will do it. 

Jason was always skeptical about feelings until he fell for Roy, and he fell hard. He loves Roy more than he could ever be possible, he would take Roy in his worst days just as much as he would take Roy in his good days, and he would go against the world to see his boyfriend happy and calm. Jason stopped drug dealing because he thought it was disrespectful with Roy since he is clean and healthy after a long period of darkness. He takes care of all the things Roy doesn’t want to and he is nice to people that once hurt him because he wants to be good for his boyfriend and to Lian. It never occurred to him that he could possibly fall for Y/N during this time working for her safety. But he did.  And it was embarrassing. He could not look at her longer than a few minutes or his mind would drift to scenarios they would never live, and then he would feel guilt eating him up. Jason was going crazy over his feelings for this woman, she was diabolical with the way she made him feel. The way she would make him blush with a brush of fingers while cooking, the way she would make his chest warm with happiness when she smiled at him and the way she would make him feel euphoric when she complimented something about him. She was diabolical, and that's why in the last month he told Roy about his feelings.

Jason remembers how long the talk was, and he was not shocked to know that Roy still loves her and he truly understands the readhad, it's easy to love Y/N. Her ramblings about things she likes, the way she walks on the tip of her toes when happy, the way her hair falls over her eyes when she is focused. Jason feels like he is not some monster around her, she makes him feel light and makes him forget about all the vigilante stuff, he feels normal around her and good, he feels good. She makes it seem it's easy to be around him. 

They agreed to let her go if it was truly what she wanted, but if she decided to stay, they already talked about asking her out on a date, with both of them. If she didn’t want them both, they agreed that they would move on. It was the three of them together or nothing.

“What are you going to do now?” Roy asks, voice hoarse trying to keep the tears away. The young woman shrugs, her gaze on the wall next to her, deep in thoughts Roy couldn’t imagine what is about.

“A penny for your thoughts, sweets” Jason says, once again looking at her, he can feel the dread polling at his stomach and he just wants to hold her until she gets tired of him and Roy. 

“Thinking about my mom and my dad” she says, finally looking at them with tears stuck in her bottom lashes, making her look like a crying angel in the dim light of the kitchen. 

“Are you going to stay with them until you find another job?” the redhead questions, his fingers tapping lightly at the table, a clear sign of anxiety. 

“Yeah, I think I will,” she says softly, her shoulders drooping and her head falling, somehow hiding her face from the vigilantes in front of her. 

“Nice” Jason says, his voice thick with something not even him can say what it is, but he knows it’s not a good feeling. He feels like he is losing her without trying to actually have her in the first place. “They must miss you”

“They do,” she answers Jason quickly, trying to stop the conversation in its tracks, but it looks like he won’t bite the bullet.

“Where do they live, again?” the brunette asks, not wanting to stop because if they stop talking he won’t be listening to her voice. 

“New York City” 

Jason clicks his tongue not knowing what to say anymore so he looks at Roy, expecting to see the redhead formulating a plan to keep her around longer, but there is only acceptance in this eyes and Jason knows he lost the battle, he knows she would be leaving soon to NYC and if he tries to stop her, Roy wouldn’t help. Not because he doesn’t love her, but because he isn’t the type to hold people where they don’t want to be. 

Roy gets up and smiles fondly at Y/N, hiding his true feelings behind a mask. “If you need anything, just call us.”

She smiles, a tiny one, and nods again understanding that she is not wanted around when in fact what they wanted more is for her to stay with them.

“See you around, boys” she says, leaving for the bedroom that will no longer be hers in the morning.

[qqueenofhades]

Leaving aside possible reversals, disasters, doom & gloom, can we take a moment to savor the Trump meltdown over Harris/Walz and the momentum that makes a possible blue tsunami seem an entirely plausible outcome? I'd love to give you the space to ramble about it if you'd like, as my current fandom at least for the moment has shifted back to US politics (but not, for the first time in a while, to doom scrolling politics!).

Aha, I feel as I have probably already said most of my current thoughts, but here are a few things that really make me desire a heaping helping of butt-whooping blue wave in November:

The state that has had the most volunteer sign-ups since Harris took over the ticket? Fucking Florida, with over 18,000. The Villages, formerly a hotbed of Trump support (and y'know, probably still is), also had a major pro-Kamala event, and she is allegedly up 15 points in Miami-Dade (after Biden won the county by 7% and lost the state only by 3%). Now, we all know that Obama won Florida twice, but it has become such a symbol of retrograde Trumpian/DeSantisian politics that winning there would be literally seismic. I'm not going so far as saying that it's in PLAY play, but let's just hold onto that happy, happy idea.

Likewise the poll I mentioned the other day, where Trump is struggling to break 50% in Ohio, once a swing state and now also reliably red. The fact that this is Vance's home state and he's dragging the ticket down every single time he opens his mouth, thus offering the smallest sliver of hope that Ohio (which DID legalize abortion and weed by major margins last year) could also go blue? Incredible. Amazing. Showstopping.

Harris is also tied with Trump (46%-46%) in North Carolina and there is a lot of chatter about how the terrible GOP governor candidate could give a boost to Democratic turnout statewide.

The Mormons have apparently announced their intention to abandon (or at least support much less than they usually do) the Republican presidential ticket in 2024. Remember when Obama won Indiana in 2008? In my wildest dreams, I imagine Utah going blue in 2024. It won't but shh.

Basically, where we were braced for another agonizing nail-biting grind-it-out three-day election determined by a few thousand votes in key states (because etc etc the Electoral College sucks) we are now looking at the very real possibility that Harris wins at least one state, and possibly more, that Biden didn't, and which have been seen as out of reach for Democrats since Trump came on the scene. I don't think I need to counsel anyone against complacency, because we're all too damn scared for that, but yeah. Polls, even the good-looking ones that we like, don't vote. They are still skewed and subjective and do not represent the actual reality, whatever that may end up being. The Republicans and the media will be trying their absolute goddamnfuckingest to ratfuck us again in the 80-something days that remain, but:

WE CAN DO THIS, WE WILL DO THIS, WE MUST DO THIS.

WHAT IS THIS.... JOY SCROLLING? FOR AMERICAN POLITICS? IN THE YEAR 2024 WITH DONALD TRUMP ON THE TICKET FOR THE FUCKING THIRD TIME?

UNPOSSIBLE.

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Fanning the flames of affection (Jiaoqiu x reader)

Angst/Fluff/Smut. This is gonna be a long one so please don’t complain if you lose track of time reading this.

this is my first smut post so yeah.

Btw , you can request a male version of the smut if you’d like .

MDNI

Contains: Oral(Fem!reader receiving) , penetration, basically pretty vanilla , tail stroking , tail cuddling , tail humping .

It’s too fucking spicy .

When you first came to the Xianzhou Yaoqing , you heard of the amazing Jiaoqiu , known for his extraordinary culinary and medical skills . The praises of him were practically as high as the stars above!

So , your first mission was to find his restaurant and beg him for some of his special noodles , seeing that everyone praised the wonderful and magnificent flavors it had and how healthy it was .

You wandered along the streets of the Yaoqing , talking to many of the locals questioning them where the famous Jiaoqiu was so you could eat his wonderful food .

They just chuckled and said he’s a stall vendor and that you should prepare your spice tolerance , you have a pretty good one since you grew up on the Luofu so you have nothing to worry about!

Or so you thought.

You were always a foodie , picky on how you wanted the dishes to be made and how they were supposed to be cooked , this was mainly because your taste buds were particularly sensitive .

One time your mother just handed you grilled fish and you almost cried because of how bland the flavor was compared to the other dishes your mother made for you .

You never considered the fact that she was getting tired of you and was actually leaning towards the option of putting tapeworms in your food…

But anyways !

You walked along the streets and when it became dark you would go to a nearby inn and rest there for the night .

Soon , after a whole 2 weeks of dutifully tracking down the pink-haired foxian , you finally found the stall that he lead and plopped your butt down and ordered some of the famous noodles.

He smiled at you sweetly , but it had an undertone of something dangerous that wasn’t exactly something you feared but was a bit concerning to the point you checked your food for poison and tapeworms.

You looked over them before taking a tentative sip of the broth and then devouring the noodles immediately, you couldn’t help it! But then you felt something was wrong .

Now , you did say that you had a pretty good spice tolerance, but the people failed to mention and describe how fucking spicy the food he created was .

Not even two minutes in the spice started burning your throat like a thousand wasps stinging the tender flesh of your throat and you realized that your lips and tongue were starting to go numb .

You forgot how sensitive your taste buds were after countless mornings of eating bland porridge….

The pink - haired foxian just stared at you with a cunning smile as he watched you wheeze for your life before narrowing his eyes and realizing something was terribly wrong .

He rushed over to the refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of puffer goat milk before running to your side and prying your jaw open , noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks .

He coaxed your throat to relax by petting your throat where the windpipe would be and then poured the thick , sweet creamy milk down your throat.

He capped the bottle before bending over the counter and brought out a bag of ice before taking the scooper and placing a few ice cubes on your tongue and rubbing your back.

After a few minutes , your coughing fit eased and you opened your eyes a crack to see the Foxian gently pet your cheek before asking ,” Are you alright?”

You took a deep breath before telling him ,” Yeah… I’m okay now, if you’re wondering why I had such a strong reaction that was because I have some pretty sensitive taste buds.. but your food is really good!”

He eyes you up and down , his tail swaying side to side and then gently laying itself on your thigh .” That’s good to hear , thank you”

You looked at his fluffy pink tail resting itself on your leg before looking back up and the male towering over you and smiling .” You’re welcome!”

While you did find the tail on your thigh a little bit affectionate, you just thought of it as some resting time for it since it always has to rely on the foxian’s spine . You wonder whether or not it painful for their spinal cord.

You didn’t know that this was a sign of interest in you .

Then something stared to cramp in your stomach…. Did you not get rid of all the tapeworms yet?…

You quickly placed a hand in your stomach as you closed your eyes, resisting the urge to cling onto Jiaoqiu’s fluffy tail for dear life as your stomach started cramping really bad.

In the mist of pain , you could vaguely feel someone’s arms gently wrap around your shoulders and underneath your knees and lift you up into the air .

Soon you were being carried around the ship in Jiaoqiu’s arms as he rushed to his house for some herbs to treat your condition .

Soon , soft buttery linens caressed your form as you felt a warm sturdy hand rub your stomach gently as a cold sharp object cut through your flesh and a pair of tweezers gently picks through your fragile flesh and takes out things one by one.

Soon , something pierces your skin again as it sews your flesh closed again and a large warm hand rubs your stomach and pets your head as you soon begin to fall asleep.

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The warm sunlight pierces your eyes as you groggily get up and rub your face as you attempt to recall last night.

As you sit up in bed , a warm hand gently pets your naked back and rubs your spine gently as you feel something soft and warm curl around your waist and rub against the flesh .

You tense up before looking down and seeing a pale pink tail rubbing against you , you immediately turn pink as you whip your head around and see the Foxian drape a soft white robe around you while giving you that signature smile.

He fully clothed behind you and you look down noticing the stitches in your stomach , his tail avoiding the spot .

You’re stunned speechless as he picks up a spoon from the table next to you and dips it into some sort of pale white pudding and then holding the spoon to your mouth .

“Open up ,” Jiaoqiu says as he gently parts your lips with the spoon , waiting for you to open your jaw and allow the somehow healthy gelatinous dessert into your mouth.

You chew for a bit , relishing the cool sensation of the pudding in your tongue as his eyes soften and his hands place the spoon down after you’re done eating .

He gives you some of his shirts , quite large actually , and then heads off to the living room proclaiming,” Take it easy for today , if you need me just yell , you wouldn’t want your stitches coming loose would you?”

You look down as he leaves and then realize, he’s the one who helped you when your cramps got bad.

Soon you end up somehow changing into the clothes he gave you and shakily walk your way into the living room where he’s lounging at looking at a recipe book.

He smiles at you and invites you over , and so , this is the start of your domestic life together for the next two weeks .

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It’s been quite awhile since you’ve been living together , he’s helped you a lot since your flesh has yet to heal and adjust, while he has taken out the stitches , your nerves still need to mend together .

You can’t move much because of that so when you need something , Jiaoqiu either gets the item for you , or he carries you .

During this time , you’ve gotten to know each other better , like how high his spice tolerance is , and he’s learned about your preferences.

Also , you’ve noticed he has favored you quite often these past few weeks .

You don’t like this pepper? Never seen in his kitchen again .

The mint is too much for you ? Thrown out the window immediately.

Too spicy? Immediately lowered while other customers still complain .

There’s also another reason, foxian ears and tails are very sensitive , and they don’t just let anyone touch it , but bring the ill-informed person you are , you ask to pet them .

He stares at you before chuckling and tilts his head towards you and sways his tail , allowing you to touch them to your heart’s content.

Now , you only realized this when you went to the library for some new recipe books ,Your wound has gotten better so Jiaoqiu allowed you to go out , when you were searching the shelves you stumbled upon an open book about Foxian customs .

Next thing you know you rush out of the library with two recipe books underneath your arm and as red as a tomato .

When you get home you quickly plop the books on the kitchen counter for Jiaoqiu to read after he’s done cooking for others .

After a few hours he’s back from work and has started to cook some stir fry for you , the spices overflowing the room with their scent .

You aren’t gonna lie , the man is extremely handsome and you wouldn’t mind if he had his way with you , but you aren’t sure if he felt the same way .

He’s been quite the lovely guy and he’s been very hospitable, so you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give in and indulge in your fantasies…

Right?

You were brought out of your thoughts when the man you’ve been thinking of walked over to you and gently lifted your chin ,” A credit for your thoughts? I haven’t gotten the name of the woman who I’ll be working with “

You stare at him before asking ,” Wait… working with? “

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, you flushed red to the point you would’ve looked like an actual tomato . You didn’t think you could’ve gotten any redder .

You didn’t know he was courting you all this time!

Before you know it he has you pinned to a wall and is caressing your cheek ,” Oh Y/N …. My sweet darling … have you finally noticed my affections for you ?”

You look away before nodding slightly , making a wide smirk appear on his face , a chuckle escaping his lips .

“ It’s about time .” A soft tail curled loosely around your ankle and he gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You stare at him for a few seconds before pressing your lips together and saying ,” Oh fuck it….”

He smiles at you before tugging at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow and asking ,” So you’re consenting to this?”

You nod your head before tipping his head towards you and pressing your lips to his frantically , wishing for more even though you don’t know how to get it .

You’re a bit inexperienced so you’re hoping he knows what to do …. However you do know the basics of what happens .

He gently swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips as he kisses you back with just as much force you put in , asking for your permission.

You gladly part your lips allowing him entry as he immediately thrusts his tongue into you mouth and starts to explore your mouth , caressing your tongue with his .

Mean while , his hands are busying unbuttoning your shirt while yours are clinging onto his shoulders for dear life while he ravishes your mouth .

A burning warmth is pooling in your stomach as he finally undoes the last button and starts to fondle your waist , one hand creeping up to your bra to unclasp it while the other continues to grasp at your flesh .

He pulls away from your mouth and narrows his eyes as he struggles to unclasp your bra , pouting slightly .

You giggle before reaching back and help him take your bra off , handing it to him after it’s been unclasped .

He looks at the lacy white material before throwing it to some unknown corner and lifting you up and starts walking towards the bedroom kissing you fervently while you tangle your fingers into his soft pink hair .

He gently puts you down into the bed and sits down with you , immediately fondling your breasts and pinching your cute nipples until they turn stiff , making you moan .

As he continues that his mouth is sucking your supple skin and he’s straddling your thigh and grinding his crotch against it , making you soak your panties at the scene in front of you .

He trails a line of kisses down to your midsection as his hand creeps lower and pulls down your shorts slightly to fondle your womanhood , making you squeal .

“ Hey!…” You gently pushed his hand away before curling in and flopping onto the bed .

Jiaoqiu stares at you before smiling and asks ,” Too fast my darling girl?“

You blush before nodding , before you can say anything , he gently brushes his pink tail against the fabric of your panties and the tip of it teasingly pulls on the fabric before resting against it .

He leans forward and then kisses you passionately before telling you ,” I can take it slow if you’d like…”

Before you can respond he rubs his tail against you and before you know it , your straddling his tail and humping against it as both of you moan out loud.

Your hands are tangled in the soft fur of his tail as he marks your collarbone and neck all over , your slick leaking through your panties and soaking his tail a bit.

You whine as he starts fondling your chest and whimper out ,” Jiaoqiu…. I’m close…”

He chuckles before kissing the nape of your neck and says ,” Don’t worry…. Let go , I’ll get my reward later …”

As soon as he said that , the glass broke as you came , drenching the middle of his tail with translucent liquid, slicking it up while you kept grinding against it .

After your pleasure high, you slump onto him and take deep breaths as his hand pets your back.

While you’re in a daze, you don’t realize that Jiaoqiu has lowered himself to your crotch and has pulled off your panties , you only do realize when you feel cool air against your wet folds .

You push your upper body up immediately only to find the one bedding you face to face with your fold looking like he’s ready to devour them.

“ Hey… what are you doing?…” You reach for his head but before you can pull him off , he blows warm air on your cunt and his tongue peeks out of his mouth and licks a warm, wet stripe against it while pushing your legs apart so he can get better access .

Soon you’re writhing around as Jiaoqiu thrusts his tongue into your sweet ,tight ,and warm hole as you complain ,” Jiaoqiu! It’s dirty down there! Don’t lick it- Oh!!”

Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan out loud , brushing against his long ears , making him moan against your cunt sending pleasurable vibrations against your cunt.

Your feet kick out as he starts sucking on your clit , you don’t realize he’s picked through the drawers to find some lube until you feel a cool , wet finger gently part your folds and find your small little hole and gently prod at it .

You flinch a bit and he asks , “ Is this okay with you?” His amber eyes pierce through your skin , as you press your lips together .

You nod your head and he gives you a light hum before continuing to suck on your clot and prods at your hole .” This might feel a little weird but it’s going to feel good okay?”

“ Okay…” You lied down as he gently inserted his finger in , making your fingers in his hair grip tighter .

He smiles at you before kissing your clit and holding it in his mouth as he wriggles his finger around in you , stretching you out .

As soon as you loosen up a bit and relax around his finger , he presses another finger in and sucks on your clit hard in order to distract you from the pain .

You squeal and flinch as he does that and writhe around when he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you , pressing against your insides.

Soon enough you’re taking four of his fingers , and he starts to push around to find that one spot that would make you see stars .

It didn’t take long before you start fidgeting around , moaning out constantly, and then his fingers feel a rough patch and you yell out .

He smirked and then took out his fingers , pulled down his boxers , revealing his length , which was a pretty considerable size…

He lubed it up , making him hiss a bit , and placed the head of it against your cunt, the precum on it smearing .

You held your breath as he slowly breached your hole and your warm , wet insides spasms around the length penetrating your most delicate parts.He notices this and brings his tail up to your hands and gently tangles his fur into your hands while his have a firm grip on your waist

Once Jiaoqiu felt you relax , he asked you ,” Are you ready?” In an affectionate yet strained tone.Is was very clear that he was trying to hold back from rutting into you and making you a brainless mess.

You sigh before clinging onto his tail and telling him ,” Yeah… I’m ready.”

He smiles at you softly before pulling out a bit , and then thrusting in gently, making you moan out.

His smile turns into a smirk as he pulls out a few inches, and then thrusts in a little bit harder , making your walls spasm and tighten which made his grip on your hips tighter .

You looked up to see his pretty face have sweat beading on the side of it and his amber eyes clouded with determination as he continue to gently thrust in and out , patiently waiting for you to say that he could go faster .

After you get used to the intrusion, you take a deep breath and tell him ,” Alright…. You can go faster.”

His head immediately looks up and stares at you before raising an eyebrow and asking you ,” Are you sure?”

You nod , and some enough he’s pounding into you mercilessly as you writhe around , moaning and whimpering .

You can feel the burning sensation in your stomach get hotter and hotter until it finally snaps and you attempt to warn your partner ,” Jiaoqiu!.. I’m-… Gonna cu-!”

However you only manage to get out most of the sentence before your cum seeps out of your cunt even with the object plugging it up .

The foxian feels your wall tighten and relax sporadically which leads him to thrust into your warm welcoming heat and fuck you through your orgasm .

Soon enough , he’s pulling out and hot white ropes of semen latch onto your skin , after he gets down from his pleasure high , he collapses onto you , grabs the edge of the blanket with one hand , and pulls it over you two as his other hand latches onto your waist .

You fall asleep in his arms when he gently pets you head and tangles his hands into you hair , kissing your fore head and whispering sweet nothings.

You don’t hear what exactly he says though .

You didn’t react when he said ,

“ You’re such a lovely bunny…”

[oceansprompts]

text message prompts

[text] You okay?

[text] GO TO BED!

[text] hey you better be alive in there

[text] SOS save me please holy shit

[text] call me this date is going so bad

[text] I have way too much shit to do.

[text] Honestly I'm really worried about you.

[text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[text] Please let me come over and pet your (pet).

[text] We are in the same building, you could come talk to me.

[text] It's not going to work out.

[text] This is a terrible idea.

[text] people have fetishes

[text] They really do crucify anyone these days huh

[text] I don't know why but that really means me want to stab you

[text] That movie was awful.

[text] For the love of god please help me

[text] I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.

[text] I'm blocking you.

[text] YOU ONE BRAINCELLED BITCH

[text] I regret swiping right.

[text] Everyone lies on their dating profiles.

[text] That absolutely can't be an actual picture of you.

[text] This forced open my third eye and I saw the devil

[text] I'm like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

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[text] That's just all fucking sorts of fucked up

[text] Why are we here? To suffer? Every other day I get messages that cause pain

[text] In the department of old man fucking, we've got you beat.

[text] have you gotten any work done?

[text] I am beyond shame, try again

[text] You left your left your underwear at my place.

[text] Don't you dare put this on Facebook.

[text] My brother in Christ you're being haunted

[text] I want to wring you like a wet towel and slap you against a wall

[text] The mind is weak but the body is funky

[text] I'm a zombie the law can't stop me.

[text] Jealous of my massive honkers

[text] We left you to die to play minecraft

[text] She would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

[text] I puked all over the Uber driver's backseat.

[text] I just took a screenshot of that and posted it to Reddit

[text] You said you'd be right back and it's been months.

[text] Can't we talk about this face to face?

[text] Yeah, you'll come learn I just have a thing for milk

[text] Why did you like one of my pics from 2014?

[text] Now's as good a time as any to exchange nudes.

[text] Why would you send me an eggplant emoji?

[text] I write five paragraphs, pouring my heart out, and all you reply with is k?!

[text] Who would dare to lie on the internet?

[text] When I die, please delete all my shit off the internet

[text] He's so hot, I briefly started texting like a straight person

[text] And because I'm god and I've decided that; no, in fact, I'm not done.

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[text] I know you love bloopy reggae jams, now is not the time.

[text] You better not be standing catatonic in your room again.

[text] God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

[text]: My neighbor just told me he can fix my water heater for 50 bucks. I’m skeptical.

[text]: Do you have any idea how much it costs to buy apples? I paid 10 dollars for 6.

[text]: I mean, I wouldn’t say I have a problem with buying Squishmallows..

[text]: Hey, so you know how you told me no dog? *sends pic* I don’t do well with no’s.

[text] Stuart Little is a bitch and Remy could take him any day.

[text]: My roommate just said that Lola Bunny is hot. I’m moving out.

[text]: Hey I posted that vid of you drunk, singing Ariana Grande, wearing all black and people said not to do it again. Sorry.

[text]: Do you think the price is ever right? Like, I feel like it’s not.

[text]: I booped your nose. Boop the last five people you texted or–nothing happens really.

[text]: I’m actually in the ER and it’s a long story that involves Best Day Ever from spongebob.

[text]: I fucking hate you–wait you’re not my ex. Who are you?

[text]: You ever ask yourself if birds see a bee and just go ‘wow a bee’? im high.

[text]: sometimes all i think about is–sour patch kids. bet you thought it was you.

[text]: I love you—not as much as I love my dog. But still a lot!

[text]: I found a cat on the way home and now it’s mine. But it hates my guts so this should be fun.

[text]: I have questions about the marvel cinematic universe…how long do you have?

[text]: why do donald duck and winnie the pooh not have to wear pants but other people do?

[text]: Hey you know that show floor is lava? I may have turned the apartment into that..this isn’t a joke, btw. the floor is sticky.

[text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America.

[text]: On a scale of one to ten, how many drinks would you need to sleep with me? This isn’t a tiktok trend…or it is.

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you're losing me pt. II- theodore nott x reader

p: theodore nott x gn! reader w: angst (sorry not sorry), slight cussing summary: (Y/N) is coping with their fight with Theodore, but an unwanted conversation reveals more than (Y/N) expected. a/n: the long awaited part two, thank you all for being patient and for all the love you gave to part one. can't believe it took me this long to get part two out and im so sorry but i had trouble writing and coming up with ideas

Winter break had felt like the longest and worst couple weeks to (Y/N) ever. All they really did was sat in their room, read, attempt to study, and occasionally write to Pansy.

The Malfoy's had thrown a party on New Year's Eve. All pureblooded families were invited, which meant (Y/N)'s family and the Nott family. They were not ready to see Theodore. Unfortunately, no matter how hard (Y/N) tried, they couldn't escape it.

The day of the party, (Y/N) sat and stared at the outfit laid out for them to wear. Maybe it'll spontaneously combust and they would have no outfit to wear and can't go. Yeah, right. As if that'll actually happen. Their mother probably has a bunch of backup outfits for them to wear anyways.

At least Pansy said she would try to stay by their side the whole time. Keyword, try. Because Blaise would probably try to steal Pansy to go snog somewhere.

The second (Y/N) and their parents entered the Malfoy Manor, they felt like running away and throwing up. Why? Oh, because of course the first person they'd find was Theodore Nott.

"(Y/N)!"

Oh bless Pansy for catching their attention. But also curse her because apparently the sound of their name caught Theodore's ears and made him turn his head towards them.

(Y/N) looked away from him.

(Y/N) hugged Pansy. "Pansy! How has your break been?"

"It's been nice. Got to hang out with Blaise a lot," she said. "What about you (Y/N)? How have you been feeling?"

Now, (Y/N) could lie and say they've been great and having a lovely break. But of course Pansy would see straight through their little lie.

"If I have to be honest Pans, I still feel like shit."

Pansy looked at them with concern. The fact that the reason (Y/N) felt terrible was in the room didn't help them.

"Well, I know Millicent and Tracey are here and I know they wanna catch up with us. Plus there's drinks. There's nothing better than drinks at these boring parties, right?" Pansy said in attempt to make (Y/N) feel better.

The two had gone and found their fellow schoolmates at the side of the room. Unfortunately for (Y/N), Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria were also there.

Pansy and (Y/N) greeted their schoolmates, with (Y/N) avoiding eye contact with Daphne. They listened as Pansy was telling the other girls about what she's been doing.

"What about you, (Y/N)?" Tracey asked them. "Done anything fun during break?"

"I've just been home reading," They told Tracey. "My parents decided not to go to France this year so I've been cooped up in my room."

"What about Theodore?" piped Millicent. Pansy's eyes slightly widened at her friend's question. "You didn't go see him?"

(Y/N) wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. Of course their other friends would ask about their relationship with Theodore. No one seems to know what's going on other than Pansy and maybe Blaise.

"No I didn't," (Y/N) said. "He's been busy." They looked at Daphne to see any reaction from her but surprisingly it was pretty neutral.

"I think I'm going to get a glass of champagne or something." (Y/N) said. "Anyone want one?"

"Oh, one for me please!" Tracey told them. (Y/N) nodded before leaving to find one of the waiters walking around with trays full of champagne.

After grabbing two drinks for themselves and Tracey, (Y/N) turned around to find themselves face to face with the one person they did not want to see.

Theodore fucking Nott.

The boy also grabbed a glass from the waiter's tray and took a sip on it.

"So, you're here," He said to (Y/N).

"I am."

Theodore looked them up and down. "You look nice."

(Y/N) gave him a curt 'thanks', wanting to get away from here.

"(Y/N)," Theodore called out.

"What do you want?" (Y/N) asked him impatiently. "I've got friends waiting for me."

"Just wanted to say hope you're having a nice break," he said hesitantly, almost as if he wanted to say something else.

(Y/N) gave him an odd look before shaking their head and walking away, not wanting to look at him a second more.

Once (Y/N) returned to their group and handed Tracey her drink, they find Pansy staring at them.

"You alright?" She whispered. "I saw you had a run in with Theodore."

(Y/N) nods their head. "I just want to get this party over with."

The rest of the party had gone alright thanks to Pansy, who managed to stay with them the whole time. They went the rest of the break without seeing Theodore, but unfortunately, the holidays ended and (Y/N) had to return to school and see him.

They'd did everything they can to avoid being around Theodore for longer than they have to, whether that was finding a different route to classes, sitting besides Pansy a few tables away from him (though this one wasn't really a change), or studying in their dorm rather than the library.

The only thing (Y/N) couldn't avoid was sitting away from him during lunch and dinner. Sure, they could beg Pansy to sit farther down the table, but the others would find it odd that the two were not sitting with them since they always ate together.

So (Y/N) just had to suck it up and remain civil. The good thing was that even when Theodore and (Y/N) were in good standing, they would always sit with Pansy so no one would find it weird. This whole thing was a struggle because even though (Y/N) was upset at Theodore and trying to avoid him, they could help but seek glances at Theodore. So did he.

(Y/N) had enough of being cooped up in their room, so they decided to study in the common room one night. There were a couple people scattered in the room, but most of the Slytherins were either in their dorms or snuck out to merlin knows where.

(Y/N) was looking at their Transfiguration book until a voice disrupts their focus.

"Hey. Do you mind if I sit here?"

It was Theodore Nott.

"There's plenty of space in the common room Nott," (Y/N) pointed out. "You can sit somewhere else."

"Well actually, I wanted to talk to you."

(Y/N) rolled their eyes before looking towards Theodore. "What's there to talk about?"

Theodore huffed before responding. "We need to talk about what happened before break. We didn't exactly left off on the right foot."

"Obviously."

(Y/N) felt a multitude of emotions hit them. They felt angry, upset, frustrated. They weren't even sure they wanted Theodore to address what happened. It would either end in two ways, they would move past it and stay together, or it would lead to the end of them.

But (Y/N) knew they couldn't avoid this any longer. They nodded towards the seat next to them.

"Sit." Theodore sat down.

"So," (Y/N) began. "Talk."

"Right. Well, I think you should know why I was talking to Daphne." Theodore starts. "Her parents and my father were talking about joining forces with the Dark Lord. And my father decided I was old enough to join them."

(Y/N) saw Theodore rub his left forearm, where the dark mark was usually placed. This news shocked them. (Y/N) knew that his father supported Voldemort and preached his ideals, but they never thought he would make Theodore become a death eater.

"Daphne found out what happened when she overheard my father and her father talking with each other. She confronted me about it so I admitted it. Wasn't worth trying to hide if she pretty much already knew about it. She's been trying to calm me down and help me not think about what happened."

There were a million different things going through (Y/N)'s head, yet the only thing that settled was why didn't he tell them? They could've help him too.

"Why didn't you tell me about it?" (Y/N) asked.

The boy sighed, not daring to meet their eyes. "I didn't want you to get involved in this."

"Theodore, I don't care," they exclaimed. "I want to help you. I would've listened to you and help you!"

"(Y/N) this is not your place-"

"I'm not a child anymore Theodore!" (Y/N) screamed. "I know what's going on, I'm not an idiot!"

"(Y/N), you have to listen to me! Your parents aren't involved with the Dark Lord this time around. If I told you and someone finds out, you could put you and your parents in danger."

(Y/N) huffed. "Oh, but Daphne gets to know?"

"Daphne is protected because of her parents and she found out herself. I did not tell her."

"Oh, but you continued to talk to her about it!"

Theodore was starting to get frustrated. "Who else was I supposed to talk to?"

"Me! Your partner? Or even Draco, his dad supports Voldemort, he'd probably understand how you felt."

Theodore's eyes widen a bit at the mention of Draco's name, but (Y/N) didn't notice.

"Look (Y/N)," Theodore slowly said. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this. But you have to understand why I didn't tell you. I still care about you and this is something I didn't want you to get mixed in with, alright?"

(Y/N) sat there, calming themselves down. There was still one question that's been haunting them since the party.

"(Y/N)?"

"I just have one question for you." (Y/N) said, looking towards Theodore. The boy motioned for them to continue. "Did you ever feel anything for Daphne?"

There was a bit of hesitation in Theodore before he responded. "No."

(Y/N) looked at him oddly, noticing his hesitation.

"Theodore? Tell me the truth."

Theodore sighed before speaking. "I never lost feelings for you, but when I was talking Daphne, I felt different around her."

"W-what?" (Y/N) stuttered out. "Did you do anything?"

"No! I promise you I would never do anything with her." Theodore told them. "She's talking with Pucey anyways."

(Y/N) could feel the whirlpool of emotions coming back. Theodore confirmed one of the things they were hoping wasn't true. But he still liked them. But he's been hiding about him joining the Dark Lord. It was all too much to take in.

They leaned back against the chair with their arms crossed, staring into the dimly lit fire. "So, what do we do now?"

"What do you mean?" Theodore questioned them.

"About our relationship. What happens now?

There was a minute of uncomfortable silence penetrating the now empty room. The two of them not saying anything.

Another sigh emitted from Theodore before he stated his answer. "I think it's best if we take a break."

(Y/N) could feel their heart break at his answer. Their nightmare came true. They were losing him.

"There's a lot going on lately. With the war and Dark Lord rising it's going to be difficult to handle it all, especially with where I stand with him," Theodore said, motioning towards his left arm. "And I don't want to get you or your family involved in it."

"Yeah, y-you're right," (Y/N) choked out. "But we can still talk and be friends, right?"

"We can try."

(Y/N) nodded at his answer, trying not to let the tears welling up in their eyes escape. It seemed that Theodore had noticed it though, as he wrapped his arms in one last embrace.

"I love you, Theo."

There was a moment of silence before Theodore responded.

"I love you too."

The two sat there, (Y/N) quietly sobbing into Theodore's shoulder, not wanting to let go because that would be the last time they would be with him and would confirm their nightmare.

They lost Theodore.

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts   ━ from various tv shows, part 13

i need a life away from death.

you are so cute when you theorize.

i’m kidding myself to believe you’re really open to being with someone as open as me.

i think it might be too late for you.

not a lot of people wanted to take a shot on me right now.

i don’t date. i don’t even know where to start.

fuck what you wanted.

you have a gun. why won’t you use it?

there she is. there’s the fucking killer.

i’m so done with trying to be more. 

you raised me from the dead.

everyone wanted to get out of here. you at least had a shot.

i’ll figure something out. but i’ll figure it out alone.

i’m uninterested in letting the past define me.

i’m not gonna ask you for help. i’m not gonna ask you for anything.

you know i wouldn’t say no. not to you.

will you two just make out already? get it over with.

we do not have to stay here.

i don’t wanna be me anymore. 

i am so sorry, but i need your help.

i feel like i’m hanging on by a thread here.

this will be so fun. a little slumber party.

we’ve both done terrible things, but we’ve done them for each other.

can’t tell if it’s been 20 minutes or 8 hours.

when it really comes down to it, you’re like… wallpaper.

are you mad at me now?

we don’t have to be friends for me to make sure you’re okay.

don’t you just assume that i’ll go along with whatever you say.

i never really thought of us as a “we.”

if i’m the right person, i think it’s supposed to be easy.

closing your eyes to reality doesn’t change anything, it just makes you blind.

we’re just two tired, shitty people who needed to feel something.

i don’t think he’s ever talked to a woman in a hoodie before.

i’m not gonna make you pay rent. i kicked you out.

you’ve got your own life, and i’m taking up too much space in it.

you can’t rise above something if it’s eating you up inside.

up until 20 minutes ago, i didn’t know i liked you.

i’ve never been confused about the fact that i’m a piece of shit.

does that make her a murderer, or just… quirky?

so i’m not normal because i want to live my life the way i want to?

turns out i’m actually good at doing terrible things to people who have it coming to them.

sometimes taking the high road is overrated. especially if it’s driving you crazy.

you keep coming back alive, don’t you?

if this is you broken, stay broken. 

maybe we can die alone together.

i’ve done some shit. i’m like a monster now. i hurt people. 

i just risk everything, so that afterwards, when it’s done, i just die alone.

you think i can pull off big and violent?

can we just talk for a minute and i’ll fuck off after if you want?

i am realizing i used to think you were kind of stupid.

what the hell are you supposed to do if you can’t close your eyes and picture a better life?

do you ever think about trying to have just a little bit of fun?

i just need to be depressed and alone.

i was in some sort of delusional state last year.

it’s only when you’re alone that the real haunting begins.

i’m just here because i’m so fucking supportive.

oh, i see. you’re funny all the time now.

something great happened to me, and that’s all i care about.

i think you know i think you’re pretty.

from where i’m sitting, you wanted someone to listen and nod and agree with you.

do not fucking follow me.

you can’t live in fear. you gotta be honest with yourself.

i’m always impressed with how you can make nothing to do with you all about you.

we’re in that mutually assured destruction territory now, yeah? 

actually, i just wasn’t having any fun.

just take care of yourself. alright? and i’ll do the same.

we’ll be depressed together because i am not leaving you here alone.

i had a stupid fight with someone.

basically, i was embarrassed.

you blew up my life. was that just for fun?

i’m trying to be less of an idiot now.

if you do not stop smiling at me like that, then i’m gonna have to kiss you. 

are you gonna be this romantic all year?

like it or not, you have a way of bringing people together.

what scares me even more is that i need you.

why don’t we just be scared together?

i think… i think i cheated.

today’s the worst day that i’ve had in a decade.

fuck that, i am not leaving you here.

i’m always ready to lie to an adult.

you’re only honest when it serves you. 

i don’t have the energy to pretend to be nice.

damn, you make it hard not to love you.

sometimes looking the part is more important than what’s really going on.

so if we hate each other so much, then why do we keep ending up in the same fucking room?

i am a walking shit show. i’ve let people down multiple times.

that kiss was just me fucking things up like i always do. nothing more.

there’s so much anger between us. maybe that’s how it’s always gonna be.

you don’t know me like that.

are you always this fucking helpful?

your skin glows like your heart holds a piece of the sun.

do you always change the subject when things get complicated?

[festive-unserious-fellow]

Something I don't like about a lot of Vox takes I see is that they tend to portray Vox as someone who's unpleasant to work with and has weird ideas about what partnership means when really... he's not? He's not and he doesn't. It's just that two of the most prominent interactions we've seen him have are with Valentino(who is a fucking NIGHTMARE to work with) and Alastor(a man he has undisclosed, deeply emotional history with). But everyone seems to discount his OTHER important relationship: Velvette. Which by all accounts, is INCREDIBLY normal.

Like, yeah, their first interaction opens with her yelling at him, but that's less about Vox himself and more about Valentino. As they keep talking throughout the first bit of the episode, she starts calming down, and they just seem to genuinely get along? She has every right to look upset during Stayed Gone because Vox is being really weird and she's nOT THE ONE WHO ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED HIM TO DO THIS SHIT(staring directly at Val rn), but even then during the meeting after Stayed Gone she does actually. Participate. Unlike s o m e people. Despite being on her phone the whole time(which is literally her job-), she actually pays attention and contributes real ideas! Which tbh she didn't have to do at ALL like she did not have to put up w/ Vox's bs in RKtVS the way she did. There's also their phone call during the overlord meeting which, while I definitely think Vel was playing it up to annoy Carmilla, still sounded like a conversation between two ppl who genuinely like and respect eachother!

No matter what you think their relationship is(romantic, platonic, etc...), Vox and Velvette seem to get along REALLY well(outside of Alastor-related incidents). Like, better than either of them do with literally anybody else in the show. Vox & Val do LIKE eachother, but I find whatever the fuck is going on beneath the after the battles & masterless cattles to be DEEPLY upsetting to think about for too long(ex; any of my other posts abt their relationship), and the only other interactions we've seen either Vox or Vel have are Stayed Gone & Respectless, which are literally just song battles. Both of their only interactions outside of the Vees have been song battles. Aw fuck I'm getting off topic... BACK TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AS COLLEAGUES- okay uh basically, I don't think they would get along this well if Vox was a terrible person to work with(note I said WORK WITH. Hate that I need to specify this but I don't think Vox is a good person overall, just a good business partner). I think Velvette is generally a good bench mark for both Vox & Valentino's relationships with other characters because she's their equal, their friend, and isn't in a weird toxic relationship with either of them. Their interactions with her provide a window into how they just generally interact with people. And based off of their interactions, Vox seems to be actually pretty decent to work with when he isn't being Actively Provoked for shits and giggles or trying to sooth the tantrum of a man child. Also when he views you as an equal and doesn't own your soul that helps too.

Edit: Hiiiiiiii just here to say that now, in the light of day, I don't really agree with everything I've said in this post? I wrote it at midnight while like half asleep so my ability to consider the fact that. We barely know anything about either Vox or Velvette at this point in time. Was kind of impaired I think. Cuz we really don't. I do stand by everything I said about their relationship to EACHOTHER, and I stand by the idea that we should take that dynamic into consideration for character analysis more often, but everything else I'm a little iffy on and I just woke up like an hour ago so my brains still a little fuzzy & I can't explain exactly WHY I'm iffy on it, but just know that I think the conclusion I drew is a bit of a leap in logic at the very least and I recognize that now lol

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Friends - SwaggerSouls x Reader

This might be a little OOC but eh

"Stand by your man And show the world you love him Keep giving all the love you can Stand by your man"

You groaned as you turned off the music softly playing from your laptop speakers. It seems like all life had done lately was remind you of the sad reality that is unrequitedly loving your best friend.

Swagger and you had first met after matching on Tinder, a desperate need for a release for both of you after another Valentines Day spent alone. But you'd hit it off better than you thought but just as friends, much to your chagrin.

Friends to lovers may have been one of your favorite tropes but boy did it not happen in real life. Years later and here you were still pining away while he fell in love with another girl. But you wouldn't ruin it for him. It's not like you were secretive about your feelings at the beginning, but you chose to ignore them the same way he did, because you were 'his best friend' and he 'didn't know what he'd do without you'. So you'd always been that supportive friend, and it helped to see that he was happy with her.

Until he wasn't.

"We broke up." Swagger said, once you opened the door, after banging enough to distract you from the project you'd been working on.

His words threw you into a stupor, not knowing how to respond.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

You shook yourself awake, your friendly duties taking over.

"I'm so sorry, Swagger. Are you okay?"

"I - yeah I guess, I just - I don't know what happened, I thought everything was okay and then she just out of nowhere-" his story began to fall onto half deaf ears as you wrapped your arms around him, hoping to stop the tears beginning to form in his eyes. On one hand he was your best friend and you felt terrible for him, the fact that he was hurting. He really loved her, he'd even told you he was thinking about proposing, unknowingly shattering your heart into even smaller pieces. On the other hand, and this made you sick to your stomach, part of you was - happy and hopeful. While sober you had never brought up your feelings once he'd started dating her, drunk you wasn't so scared. Maybe he was just being nice because you were actually fucked, but he'd said maybe if things were different and they weren't together-

You rubbed his back as he hugged you, pushing all those thoughts to the back of your mind and focusing on him.

"Swagger, you are so amazing, and smart, and funny...and you care so much about your friends. Any girl would be so lucky to have you."

"You're just saying that."

"Swagger. I don't think you understand how easy you can turn my bad day around. You don't understand how if anything happened to our relationship I wouldn't know what do with myself. You're such a big part of my life and forever will be." You spoke honestly, even if you didn't have feelings for him, every word ringing with truth.

"Everything you said- that's how I feel about her."

And there it was. In that sentence every shred of hope left you, the conclusions that you'd never be the one for him.

You gave him a small smile and hugged him again before giving him the remote and asking what he wanted for dinner, playing it up that you were going to spend the night relaxing and not thinking about it anymore that night.

After he went home the next morning you made a promise to yourself to try and move on from Swagger. It wasn't fair to keep hurting yourself by loving someone who didn't love you back the same way, and to do that you had to distance yourself.

You stopped being the first to send a text to start the conversation. And then moved to shorter answers. It wasn't enough for you to come off as rude, and you thought you did a pretty good job of being subtle about it.

"Are you okay?"

The message stared up at you, making you wonder if you hadn't been as slick as you thought.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been quiet lately. Did I do something wrong?"

"I'm fine"

"No, I know you better than that. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Swagger."

Your phone rang.

"Answer" you received after pressing the ignore button. You didn't think you'd be able to hide it well if you talked to Swagger, not that he thought something was up.

"Swagger, I'm fine."

"Dammit, I'm worried about you. Tell me what's wrong."

Swagger knew how to push your buttons and one of them was being told what to do when you didn't want to.

"Leave it, Swagger."

"Tell me."

"I'm tired of this, okay? I'm tired of pretending like I'm not in love with you! Like I haven't been since we first met. And I'm tired of my feelings not being returned. Do you know how bad it'd always hurt when you talked about how you felt about her? Oh God, when you said you were going to propose I thought I'd start crying right there. And I don't know if i can do this anymore, Swagger."

You pressed send and immediately turned your phone volume down, tossing it to the side as you pulled your pillow close, burying your head as you let loud sobs rip through you.

It hurt so much once you'd put everything out there. Now there was no feigning ignorance, he knew how you felt and would have to let you down gently.

Hours passed since you'd sent your possibly final message to Swagger, made clear by the moonlight shining through your window. You must have cried yourself to sleep.

Sitting up you rubbed the sleep and dried tears from your face, seeing your phone laying on the bed next to you. Terrifying curiosity getting the better of you, you flipped it over and turned on the screen.

17 Missed Calls 49 New Messages

A knock startled you, and when you opened the door the last person you wanted to see stared back at you.

"You don't want to love me."

Your response came also in a whisper.

"Yes I do."

Swagger stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

"You deserve someone so much better than me."

"There's no one better."

He stepped closer again, this time a hand came up to stroke your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

Swaggers lips pressed against yours almost before you could finish the words, and it was everything you'd wanted it to be. The first time you'd kissed had been rushed, and uncaring. This one was full of passion and feeling and - love. Swagger loved you. And you loved him. You knew that this wasn't going to be as easy as immediately dating, but for now this would be enough for you.

[vibratingskull]

Love the rut theme! Could u possibly write about Thrawn trying to get through his shift without pouncing on fem reader during his rut. Maybe the crew and reader just think he's under the weather. But once him and reader are alone together at the end of the shift, all is revealed 😜

Rut is my trademark with the breeding kink so... Let's fucking go!

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags : Rut, breeding, fingering, P in V, creampie

You remain straight and silent, just glancing from time to time to Karyn. She glances back at you, as nervous as you are. You nod to each other, with stiff shoulders and eyes wide open you take a sneaky look at Thrawn, seated on his command chair.

Imperial.

Haughty.

Deadly cold…

In fact the whole bridge is tense and stressed. The usual respectful and focused silence is replaced by a fearful and eerie silence, only interrupted by the sound of keys and bips of computers. Nobody dares utter a word and walk with the head low to not, under any circumstances, cross eyes with the crimson gaze of the Chiss. 

Absolutely everyone is terrified.

Something about Thrawn is… odd, today. Something emanating from him, bitter and dark, poisonous and toxic. He remains as calm and stern as usual, never raising his voice and remaining polite to everyone even if they are lower in the hierarchy.

But something reeks of danger around him. 

His aura is so dense you could choke inhaling it. The atmosphere is terrible on this bridge and absolutely everybody can feel it.

Karyn nonchalantly takes one step to the side to join you.

“What is wrong with the Grand Admiral?” She whispers, tense.

“I have no idea.” You shake your head, “I was not at his side this morning…”

Your different agendas keep you separate from one another. Tonight you only could sleep 3 hours together before you had to wake up and take your shift. As usual he held you tight and you held him back, he was deliciously warm and his embrace infinitely soft, even if it might have been tighter than usual… You actually had some difficulties breathing with how squeezed you were. And you had a hard time escaping his grasp, even deeply sleeping he held down to you, keeping you pressed against his large chest.

“You really have no idea?” She insists, “Because he screams of menaces right now, he clearly is pissed off!”

“Yeah, I know!” You grumble, “But I have no idea. I didn’t even know he could get pissed off-”

“Who could get mad?” 

You both jump out of your skins at the sudden deep melodious voice rising right behind you. You spin towards Thrawn, your nerves in a wrack. He remains still, the back straight with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes focused and incredibly sharp. In some way he managed to teleport from his command chair to behind you without making a single sound.

You gulp.

“Nobody, Grand Admir al.” You mumble.

He looks straight into your eyes with an indecipherable expression, making your legs like jello. He is as stern and inexpressive as usual, but something in his eyes makes you tremble and teases your survival instinct.

“Keep focus on the mission, limit the unnecessary discussions.” He finally let out after staring at you for an uncomfortable moment.

“Sir, yes Sir!” You both respond.

“Captain (F/n), follow me.” He orders almost nonchalantly.

Obedient, you follow your Grand Admiral in the long corridors of the Chimaera, wary of what he has in mind. You raise your gaze to observe the back of his head, his shiny blue-black hair slicked back perfectly, his thick neck on his large shoulders.

He is so tall…

You notice this is neither the way to his office or any Command room.

“Hum…” You start, unsure “Grand Admiral…? Thrawn? Where are we going?”

“Please follow me.” He simply responds, unbothered but still emitting that murderous aura.

Are you in trouble?

“Is everything alright?” You insist.

He stops and turns back to you, pressing a button to open a door.

“Please, enter.”

You look at the room.

This isn’t a room, but a broom closet, small and dark.

“That's a closet.” You tell him, like he didn’t realize it already.

He slowly, oh so slowly inhales, eyes fixed on you, devouring you with his burning crimson orbs, his nostrils flaring.

The message is clear : enter.the.fucking.closet.NOW!

You shudder and stand to attention by pure reflex before entering the closet hurriedly. Why does he want you inside a closet?

You feel his imposing presence right behind you, his massive body making the closet even more claustrophobic. You feel him pressing himself against your back, his hands snaking their way on your body.

“Finally…” He lets out a growl.

The door closes back on you with a shush and he immediately passes his hands under your jacket and shirt to grope your tits in his large palms.

“Thrawn! What the-”

“Shhhhhhh. It is alright, Ch’acah.” He cuts you, “Let me have my fun, enjoy yourself.” He peppers kisses all the way on your neck before licking it from shoulder to jaw. He kneads your breast while pushing you against the wall, pressing himself in your back.

“Goddammit, Thrawn!” You spit, “Would you at least explain yourself?” You try to say under all of those caress

He breathes deeply, like he was deeply impatient and… needy. You gulp as you feel the hard wall of muscle that is his body against your softer one, he is so tall and large, shielding you from absolutely anything and everything. Your cheek and body are pressed against the cold metal wall while he massages your breast thoroughly. He dives his nose in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent deeply with a satisfied sigh.

“I need it, Ch’acah.” He breathes, “It is irrepressible. I cannot help it…”

“But… What are you talking about, blast?!”

“I am in rut, Cheo Vir.” He sucks the sensitive skin of your neck, working to leave love bites, “I need you… Terribly.” 

Rut?

He never spoke of that before, you never knew he had such mating cycles!

What the fuck, why nobody speaks on that damn ship?!

“I can make it really quick, do not worry.” He continues, his hand traveling south, “I will not take too much of your time, but I need some relief urgently.” He explains.

His hand reaches your pants and pushes past it to scoop your sex over the fabric of your panties, making you yelp at the warm sensation.

You gulp as his fingers hook your panties to slide it to the side and trail your slit. You stifle a moan, but nothing escapes him.

“Hmm. You are already wet.” He notes, satisfied, “This situation seems to excite you quite well.”

“Shut up!”

You squirm and protest but deep down this utterly baffling situation is really exciting, locked in a closet with your fiance, your superior no less, to do unspeakable things!

Utterly depraved.

And madly exciting…

He chuckles darkly and kisses your cheek.

He trails up and down your folds, probing your entrance before entering you with a finger. You feel yourself tensing up at the intrusion, but your body welcomes him easily. You yelp uncontrollably as he hooks his finger inside, knuckles deep he caresses and scratches at your Gummy spot expertly, biting your neck. You let out a strain of strangled moans, trembling in his arms as he starts purring, a low, animalistic sound vibrating in his throat and chest. After giving sweet attention to your G spot, you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second, so much he can push a second finger inside and stretch you wide and good.

He scissors and fingers you thoroughly with a dexterous hand, you feel your wetness soaking your pants. He hums approvingly.

“You will soon be ready at this rate.” He praises, “I always appreciated your… eagerness on the subject.”

You hiss in response, embarrassed. Was it your fault if he had such an effect on you? That he could command your entire body with a single finger? Melt into a puddle of nerves with a single command?

He fingers you nastily and hard as you try desperately to remain calm and contained, refraining from moaning too loud to not be heard, something he seems to take offense to.

He accelerates his ministrations, teasing your clit at the same time to make you melt. You tremble in his hands, legs like jello you’re actually convinced you’re about to fall.

But Thrawn holds you firmly, an arm around your waist, fingers dug in your flesh to keep you standing on your feet while his other hand is driving you absolutely crazy. You bite down your lower lips to not let escape any sounds, to his discontent.

“Will you not sing for me, sweet thing?” He asks, nibbling your ear. “Will you not scream my name?”

You feel how soaked your pants are, completely drenched in your essence, spoiling the fabric.

“So-someone could… hear us…” You manage to say between pants and gasps.

He very obviously accelerates his caress when you open your mouth, trying to have you moan loudly for everyone to hear.

“Good.” He breathes, “Let them all know.”

As a sentence he pushes another finger inside you to caress every nook and cranny of your pussy, no secret spots are left untouched, rigorously teased and caressed while he flicks your clit expertly like he knows you love.

Because he knows your taste so well.

He made it a point of honor to learn what made you scream desperately in bed and have no qualms torturing you with his knowledge, making you come again and again…

You feel all your blood rushing to your cunt, puffing up your fluffy walls of tender sensitive flesh until your pussy convulses around his fingers, clenching furiously at your orgasm suddenly, like you were struck by lightning.

You keep your mouth shut so hard it is painful as a long moan rumbles in your throat, only for his ears.

He tuts.

“Oh no, sweet thing. That is not what I want.”

He gives a last flick at your clit and slides his fingers out, to your relief.

Your relief is short-lived as he opens your pants and slides them down to your knees with your panties, leaving you bare cunny exposed to his crimson gaze. He kneels down to kiss it tenderly, give it some licks, tasting your wetness while purring. You mewl again, the remnant of your orgasm still rolling under the touch of his lips.

He kisses it loudly one last time and stands back up. You shudder, hearing the sound of a belt. He grips your hips and pulls them towards him until you can feel his hard, warm, long and girthy erection against your bare butt.

“You will give me what I crave, Ch’acah.” He lets you know.

That is not a proposition, not even an order.

That is a certainty.

He wants you screaming his name desperately. 

You may have not noticed, but he did.

How some of your male colleagues look at you…

But that is his fault, he wanted your relationship to remain private.

He should have known that someone as precious as you would make heads spin all around!

Time to correct this mistake and let all those men know you are taken by your Grand Admiral.

He brushes his girth against your soaked folds gently, coating it nice and well before pushing it inside in one go. Your breath is cut at the sudden invasion. You are completely stuffed, filled like a decadent cream puff.

Usually you see a noticeable bulge when he enters you, he is just so tall and large after all…

He does nice circle motions with his hips to get some frictions while letting you adjust to his massive side. 

You take a deep breath, trying to welcome him fully in your tight little pussy. But that is always such a challenge! He is just too massive!

“Relax, cheo Ch’acah. I do not want it to hurt.” He says almost mockingly.

You greet your teeth, feeling your inner muscles slowly loosen around his cock. You pant as he sits fully inside, weighting on your lower stomach. You breathe through your nose, trying to accommodate him.

“You squeeze me so well, sweet thing.” He lets out in a hiss, “Your little cunt is the perfect fit for my cock, like you were made for me.”

You feel his thumbs caressing your hips as you slowly relax. 

But you can feel his impatience bubbling under his skin, he wants to pound you right now!

But he is merciful enough to let you adjust to him.

When he feels you are ready he gives you one single shallow thrust before starting to fuck you hard. He goes all in with powerful, devastating thrusts leaving you utterly breathless. This time you cannot refrain from moaning and mewling, the obscene sounds escape your mouth inadvertently as he rams into you mercilessly. He hits your cervix easily with his length, the pain melting in the pleasure you’re feeling. You whine out loud under such assaults on your sensitive flesh, only hearing his purring in response. He hits and brushes every single intimate spot with such ease it is almost ridiculous, but it gives you so much pleasure in return, you feel your legs threatening to give way under you at any moment with such shockwaves spreading in your limbs. But Thrawn holds you firmly, not hesitating to press himself back against you, compressing you against the wall for support.

He manages to slide his hand between the hard wall and your body to resume playing with your pearl to maximize your pleasure. Your hips jolt away at the touch, it is just too much for you, but he weighs on you to maintain you still and force you to endure the pleasure he is giving you.

You will take everything he offers.

He chuckles in his mind, him who took you tenderly all those times, making sweet love to you…

Today he wants to fuck!

He flicks and rolls your little clit in his skilled fingers, making you cream all around his girthy shaft. His other hand doesn’t need to hold you anymore and comes intertwining your fingers with your hand on the wall. While he bullies himself inside of you he kisses your neck, cheek and temples delicately, like butterflies on your skin.

Such a contrast with the raw strength he uses to fuck you…

He peppers kisses here and there, purring in your ear, whispering sweet nothing, enticing you to be good for him, to take him whole.

And mostly to take his load inside of you.

Because he has one very precise objective today.

To breed you.

To fuck you until you get round with his child.

That’s what a rut is for.

He took rut suppressants during all those years, but he waited long enough. He wants a child, several even, a legacy in this tortuous universe, a last gift to the Ascendancy if he ever failed his duties towards the Chiss.

And it would send all those idiots men dancing around you a clear message!

You will be such a perfect mother for his children, you gave him so much joy and stability in this hostile Empire. You guided him when he was in the dark and doubtful, you will simply be the most amazing mother if you bestow the same kind of patience to his children!

He has no doubt about it.

You will mother his descendants. You and nobody else!

It was more than due time that he fucked you properly, that he makes you his for all eternity.

He wants your legacies to be tied by blood and flesh, to intertwine your fates inextricably for good this time.

He is no monster, he knows you want children. He questioned you on your life goals beforehand and knows well that you desire a family for yourself.

Family that he is more than happy to provide!

He will give you so many children… So many little ones with blue skin and red eyes, but they will have your hair and features.

He just knows it.

They will be the most beautiful beings the universe ever saw, because they will be yours.

He is pondering all those thoughts and desires when he starts feeling your little pussy clenching around his shaft, a sign of your fast approaching orgasm. So he accelerates his thrusts to keep up with you.

You are giving him so much pleasure already, but he wants you both to orgasm at the same time, reaching your highs together.

Like a single being…

This is so intimate for him.

And your desperate moans and uncontrollable mewls are just so sexy and alluring, teasing his rutting instincts even more. 

On your end you can’t do anything more than take it like a fuckdoll, on your tiptoes to match his height, you feel your drool rolling on your cheeks and jaw with how dazed you are. Your nerves ending are on fire to be teased so much.

Someone definitively heard you getting fucked in this little broom closet, that is a certainty.

He doesn’t neglect your clit, giving it even more attention. He wants the experience to be pleasurable for you, it will entice you to come back for even more.

“Ha!... Thrawn!” You gasp, on the verge of orgasm.

“I know my love. Come for me, make a mess on my cock, cheo vir.” He encourages.

And with a final deep thrust he pushes you beyond the arcanas of pleasure and a tsunami of pleasure comes to ravage everything, drowning you in such powerful sensations you scream his name.

He finishes with you as he hoped, his cock twitching nervously inside your warm wet cavern, spurting his potent seed inside your glorious womb. He feels your little cunny milking him dry greedily, your own body craving his cum.

He remains pressed tight against you, panting as he slowly goes down from his high, his hand still holding down firmly on yours. 

His purring never stopped.

His hand that caressed your clit snakes its way higher to caress the place of your womb tenderly, lovingly, reverently. He kisses your cheek, sliding out of your tight cunny with a hiss.

He loves how squeezed he feels inside of you, and slipping out is unbearable!

You gasp at the sudden emptiness inside of you, already feeling your slick and his semen rolling down your thighs.

“Tssss.” He chastises, “You are already wasting it. But I came prepared.”

You then feel something soft but really cold being pushed inside your pussy, sealing it off completely.

“I defend you from taking it out.” He orders, “I will do it myself tonight.”

He will only take it out to fuck another load inside you, obviously. You are still two different species, you will need numerous tries to finally get pregnant.

But that is okay.

His rut can last a pretty long time, and he will take the utmost pleasure in taking care of you all night long until you end up pregnant.

You pant and stagger backward, but Thrawn is here to catch you in his warm embrace.

“Careful Ch’acah.” He says lovingly, “Did I exhaust you?”

“Yes…” You let out, out of breath.

He delicately pushes a strand of hair out of your face, hugging you from behind.

“Take a shower before coming back on the bridge, you are quite a mess Ch’acah.” He lets you know with a satisfied tone.

“Who’s fault is that ?” You bite back with your usual sass he loves so much.

“I will take responsibility for this everyday if you wish for it.” He kisses your temple with a chuckle, hugging you tight against his beating, loving heart.

He buries his nose in your hair to breathe in your delicious scent, already feeling the rut coming back…

He will have you all night long to appease his instincts, he just has to modify your agenda.

He is the Grand Admiral after all…

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[liver-ology]

Robin is luxuriating on Steve’s bed, Steve is going through the stuff she brought.

Robin is talking about how her life is ending because she’s falling for her TA.

“Hey, can I try your eyelash curler?”

“Why?”

Steve opens and closes it a few times, studying the contraption.

“It intrigues me.”

“Fair enough. While you’re doing that, you should do an experiment for me. Curl one of your eyelashes starting at the tips, then the middle, then the whole thing, and curl the other one regularly and see if it makes a difference or if I’m just wasting my time doing it every morning.”

Steve captures just the ends of his lashes in the tiny torture device. He blinks a few times and doesn’t catch any eyelashes at all, but he manages.

“Jesus, how do you keep your eyes open this long?”

“You just gotta blink. But look away from the mirror when you do so you don’t have to think about the fact that your eye is actually still being held open and just rolling back in your skull, and you’re probably getting air dust on the underside of your delicate eyeballs that weren’t intended to be exposed to the elements like that.”

“Well that’s fucking helpful, thank you,” he snarks with one eye closed and one eye with the whites exposed to the dusty elements.

He finishes the three-step curl and moves on to the other eye, starting directly at the eyelid.

“Well dude, even if she does like you back, dating your TA is weird. Like that’s, like, some kind of power balance or something.”

“Imbalance. But yeah. I know, and I’m terrible and a super creep who should not be left alone with my beautiful and lovely TA, but also I’m going to fail this class and I do really need her help and I can keep it in my pants until the end of the class! I respect women, Steve!”

Steve inspects his curl experiment. He’s pretty sure they look exactly the same, but he puts his glasses back on to be sure.

“You’re wasting your time.”

“With Nancy? She’s totally straight anyway, right?”

“No, with your lashes. Nancy’s totally gay.”

He sits on the bed facing Robin so she can inspect the results.

“Oh God, they are the same. I’ve been exposing my eyes to so much extra dust for no reason! I’ll be blind by thirty!”

The dorm door opens. Steve tries to turn his head toward the sound, but Robin is gripping his face and pushing his glasses up into his hair, leaning closer to try and find any justification for the time she’s been wasting on mascara every morning. Billy freezes in the doorway, holding the door with his shoulder and his arms piled with textbooks and takeout.

He’s backing out when Robin turns Steve’s face toward the door, poking at his eyelashes.

“Fuck off, don’t poke me in the eye.” Steve escapes Robin’s hold and goes to hold the door open for Billy.

Billy puts the books on the floor and makes to leave with the takeout. “I’ll eat these somewhere else, let you lovebirds have the room.”

Steve and Robin both ignore this terrible slight. Steve grabs the eyelash curler again. “You have amazing eyelashes,” he accuses Billy, pointing the curler like a switchblade.

[geekfanficwriter]

Summer Lovin’- Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You and Steve have a summer fling before you leave for college. It was meant to just be fun but you ended up falling for each other. Words: 2.3k Warnings: hurt/comfort, mild angst, sexual references

‘I mean punching Billy Hargrove is pretty badass.’ You laugh as Steve tells you another story. You were laying with your head on his chest, both of you completely naked and basking in the amazing sex the two of you had just had. The two of you had been hooking up all summer, well more than hooking up, you’d also been going on dates, there was only one problem; the fact you were moving away for college at the end of summer. So the both of you agreed to keep things casual, to just have fun. ‘Yeah, I felt really badass, having the shit beaten out of me.’ You felt Steve laugh slightly underneath you. ‘Well, it was good of you to stand up for the kids. It was really sweet, you’re really sweet.’ You say flipping onto your stomach so you were facing Steve. ‘You think I’m sweet, huh?’ Steve teases smiling down at you. ‘Umm…’ You say pretending to think. ‘I think you’re an incredibly sweet and caring guy who would do anything for the people he loves.’ Steve smiles in response pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You both sit in a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company. After a few moments, you reach up and run your finger down the bridge of his nose. ‘I like your nose.’ You mumble. ‘My nose? I’ve had a lot of compliments but I don’t think anyone has ever complimented my nose.’ Steve laughed. ‘Well, I like your nose.’ You giggle leaning up and kissing him on the nose. Steve felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. ‘Oh fuck,’ he thought, ‘I think I’m in love.’

‘Look man, you either want the video or you don’t, just make up your mind and get the hell out.’ Steve snapped at the customer in front of him. The guy mumbled something about Steve being an asshole and then turned around and walked out. Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair. ‘Okay, what’s up with you? You’ve been in a bad mood all day.’ Robin asked from behind him. ‘It’s nothing.’ He said, looking down at his feet. ‘It’s definitely not nothing.’ She says crossing her arms. ‘Fine, it’s Y/N.’ He admits. ‘I think I’m in love with her.’ ‘That’s a good thing, right? So why are you so pissed off?’ ‘Because this wasn’t meant to happen. This was just meant to be a summer thing and in a month she’ll be gone and I’ll still be here in this shithole town.’ He kicked the counter beneath him in frustration. ‘Isn’t she moving to the same city as me? And you plan on coming on visiting me, right? So why don’t you just do long distance and visit more often?’ Robin suggests as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. ‘It’s not just the long distant thing, it’s the fact she deserves better than some deadbeat loser who peaked in high school.’ Steve said, dejected. ‘Steve, you’re not some loser who peaked in high school.’ Robin said her expression softening. She opened her mouth to say something else but quickly stopped. ‘She coming in.’ Steve turned around to see you walking into the store with a smile on your face. ‘Hey.’ You greet Steve before heading over to look at the videos. Steve watched you as you browsed through the videos. ‘You ever seen My Bloody Valentine?’ You ask. ‘Huh?’ Steve asks, not registering what you said. ‘My Bloody Valentine?’ You say holding up the VHS box. ‘Oh, umm no, don’t think I have.’ ‘It’s pretty good, well actually it’s terrible, but it’s good in that cheesy slasher way, you know what I’m talking about? Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow and watch it?’ You ramble placing the video on the counter. ‘Actually, I’m busy tomorrow.’ Steve said. ‘Oh right, well what about another day this week? I’m working during the day but I’m pretty much free every evening.’ You asked. ‘Yeah, I’m pretty much busy all week.’ Steve replied bluntly, not looking up at you. ‘Are you okay?’ You frown as you watch Steve. You could tell there was something clearly up with him but you couldn’t tell what. ‘Nothing. Why does there have to be something wrong if I don’t want to hang out with you?’ Steve raises his voice at you. ‘Nope, you just seem off and I wanted to check if you’re okay.’ You respond. ‘Well, maybe my problem is that you’re too clingy and I don’t want to spend time with you.’ Steve snaps. Your face immediately hardens and you nod, turning around and walking out of the store. ‘Wait Y/N!’ Steve yells after you but you’d already walked out.

‘God, he calls me clingy but he can’t stop calling me.’ You groan as the phone goes off again. You walked over and pick up the receiver before slamming it back down. ‘Well maybe if you answered the phone he stopped calling.’ Eddie suggested as he sat on your bed strumming his guitar. You gave him a look. ‘Fine or not but you can’t avoid him forever.’ ‘Whatever, let’s talk about something important. Have you found a place to live yet?’ You ask, sitting down next to him. ‘No, but I will.’ He replied smiling over at you. ‘Eddie need I remind you that it’s less than a month until we leave and you need somewhere to live unless you want to live in your van.’ ‘That doesn’t sound too bad.’ Eddie shrugs. ‘Eddie you can’t live in your van.’ You scold him. Eddie looks like he’s about to speak but the phone rings again as you let out a groan. ‘If he’s still calling you after a week maybe you should just hear him out.’ Eddie shrugged. ‘Why are you telling me to talk to Steve? I thought you thought he was a dick and me hooking up with him was a terrible idea.’ ‘Well yeah, but I also know that you liked him and you’ve been in a bad mood for the last week so maybe you should get some closure at least.’ ‘Fine, I’ll go by the video store tomorrow.’ You give in.

‘Robin, I’ve really fucked up. She won’t talk to me.’ Steve sighed, running his hand through his hair. ‘I mean you did call her clingy all because you didn’t want to admit you were in love with her.’ Robin shrugged. ‘Yeah, Robin, I know what happened. God, what do I do? Should I go to her house or should I just leave her alone?’ ‘Well you’ve called her about a thousand times and she hasn’t picked up so maybe give her some time.’ ‘Yeah, I should. I guess I’m just worried that the longer I leave it, the worst it’s going to get.’

You had been sitting in your car for what felt like hours just trying to convince yourself to go into Family Video. You were nervous and you didn’t even know what you were going to say. You were worried if you went in you would just start screaming or crying. You flipped down your visor and looked in the mirror, making sure you didn’t completely look like a mess before taking a deep breath and stepping out of your car, knowing it was now or never. You walked into Family Video and saw Steve behind the counter, he looked up at the sound of the bell ringing and immediately stood up straighter. ‘Hi.’ He breathed out, looking at you as though you were a scared animal that would run away at any second, which was exactly how you felt. ‘Hey, do you have time to talk?’ You asked, shoving your hands into your pockets, feeling kind of uncomfortable. ‘Yeah, we can go through to the back. Robin, I’m going on break.’ He yelled over to her as she was restocking shelves. She looked like she was about to protest but then saw you and just nodded, stepping behind the counter. Steve steps out from behind the counter and you follow him into the back room where you lean against a shelf. The two of you stand in silence just looking at each other both trying to think about what to say. The tension between the two of you was almost unbearable and you were just willing Steve to break the silence despite you being the one to initiate the conversation. ‘I am so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it at all.’ Steve eventually said, looking at you with big eyes like he was genuinely sorry. ‘Why did you say it then?’ You asked. Steve opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. He didn’t know if he should tell the truth. How would you react if you found out he was in love with you when this was meant to be a fling? ‘I was scared.’ Steve eventually settled on. You frowned at his words, having no idea what he meant. ‘Scared of what?’ ‘Scared of how I felt.’ You felt your heart rate increase at his words. Did he mean what you think he means? ‘And how do you feel?’ You say looking at Steve with hope in your eyes. ‘I’m in love with you, and I know this wasn’t meant to be anything serious but I fell for you but you’re leaving soon so it’s not going to work out.’ Steve rambled, not looking at you cause if he did he would see the massive smile on your face. ‘Steve, Steve, stop rambling.’ You say grabbing his hands in your own. ‘Steve, I feel the same way. I love you too.’ ‘But I don’t want to hold you back.’ You can see in Steve’s eyes every single one of his insecurities. His feelings of inadequacy, the worry he was some loser. ‘Steve, you’re not going to hold me back. I want to be with you and we can make this work.’ ‘You’re sure? Because you’re about to college and I don’t want you to feel like you're stuck.’ ‘I’m not going to feel that way.’ You rubbed the back of his hands, reassuring him. ‘Okay, if you’re certain.’ ‘I’m 100% certain.’ You say leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

‘Okay, I think that’s everything.’ You say closing your dorm wardrobe. You had just arrived at your dorms and had spent all day unpacking boxes and sorting out your stuff. ‘I guess we should probably go get some food.’ Steve said wrapping his arms around you from behind. ‘Yeah, I am starving.’ You say leaning back into him, closing your eyes as you do so. ‘Do you want to just go down to the canteen or do you want to go out somewhere?’ He asked, rubbing his hands up and down your sides and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. ‘Let’s just go to the canteen, I’m too tired to go anywhere else, plus I don’t want to change.’ The two of you head to the dorm's food hall, grabbing something to eat and looking around at all the other new students and their families. You were excited to start college but you were also upset about everything you were leaving behind. You put aside your worries and enjoyed your meal with Steve before heading back up to your dorm. ‘I should probably get on the road soon.’ Steve said as you entered your room. ‘You know, my roommate probably won’t be here until tomorrow. Why don’t you just stay?’ You say wrapping your arms around him and looking at him with a pout. ‘Do you really want to get in trouble on your first night?’ Steve laughed looking down at you. ‘Come on, it’s late, I’m sure they’ll understand that it wasn’t safe for you to drive when you're tried.’ You try to convince him. ‘I’m not that tired.’ He frowned down at you. ‘You will be soon.’ You smirked, making him laugh. ‘You’re such a tease.’ He said, placing a kiss on your nose. ‘Is it working?’ You smile at him, nuzzling in close. ‘Yes. Fine, I’ll stay tonight but I need to leave first thing in the morning.’ He rolls his eyes but smiles happy he gets to spend extra time with you before heading back to Hawkins. ‘Great then we better not waste a moment.’ You say pressing a kiss to his lips but he pulls away making you frown. ‘Wait before I forget I got you a gift.’ Steve says, going over to his bag and pulling out a wrapped present. You excitedly take it from him and open it to reveal a framed picture of the two of you at the lake from this summer. Your arms are wrapped around each other and you both have big smiles on your faces. You look at the picture and it makes you smile, remembering the memory. ‘I love it Steve, thank you so much.’ You say placing the photo on your bedside table and sitting down on the bed. ‘Well, I wanted something for you to remember me by.’ He said sitting next to you. ‘Please as if I could ever forget you, besides we’re seeing each other in a month.’ You say resting your head on his shoulder. ‘If I can wait that long, I might just get on the road and then turn back immediately.’ Steve says, grabbing your chin and lifting up your head to give you a kiss. ‘I love you.’ He tells you, pulling away slightly, your foreheads still connected. ‘I love you too, Steve Harrington.’ You say leaning back in for another kiss.

[cornyonmains]

Something I really like about Only Friends is the characters are so complexly written and layered that I kind of wind up being an apologist or detractor for all of them at different points in time. I don't really have a black and white view of the characters, which is usually the only thing you have in BL.

Top's a fuckboy with substance abuse issues. But also, he seems like he genuinely wants connection, and I feel bad for him sometimes because it's so clear he wants Mew to be affectionate with him, and Mew just isn't.

Mew is controlling. A giant walking defense mechanism that can't connect will with people. But also, he's surrounded by people who don't have his best interests in mind, and as he's opening up, we're seeing that he's not some criminal mastermind. In fact, that's the mask. The real Mew is just some dumb college kid who's into a guy he's scared of being vulnerable with, because he's never caught feelings he couldn't control. It's so obvious someone messed Mew up REAL GOOD.

Boston is.... He's an objectively terribly human being. He's also a miserable human being though, a lot like Ray, and he places so much of his value on sex he doesn't know how to make meaningful bonds. It's clear he's nuts about Nick, that he wants to monopolize his affections and attentions, but he doesn't know how to translate that into something healthy. Like Mew, his relationship with sex is fucked, and at the core of an inability to bond. I actually think he's jealous of Mew because there's a parallel there, but whereas Boston is derided for his relationship with sex and inability to connect, Mew is praised. Boston is a shit human being, but he is to be pitied.

Ray's kind of a dick. He's self-centered, won't take no for an answer from Mew, he has substance abuse issues, and saying Sand wasn't his boyfriend because he's holding onto that hope for Mew was fucked. But he's also got major depressive disorder, his parents sound like real pieces of work, and Khao does such a great job of conveying his fragility you can really sense how close to just breaking apart he is. He fucks up, but you still want him to get to a better place.

Sand, oh dear god, this boy has my heart. He's not perfect. Yeah, he sells hooch, he smokes weed, he parties. But he's got flaws too. He works too much, his head's in the clouds, he's destined to wind up on a sexiest mugshots website, and he falls too hard, too fast. He lets himself get led around by the nose by Ray. Sand's the easiest character to like on this show. He's got a hustle, but he's also got 'dude I wouldn't be deeply uncomfortable to be in a room alone with' energy.

Nick's not completely guiltless with his relationship with Boston. I've got a soft spot for him because he's a sweet, quiet kid, and I have a habit of adopting introverts. But he's not like Mew, he knew his way around both dick and dicks from the start, and wasn't blind to who Boston was. He bugged the car. That was a little too extra. I still wanna buy him cheeseburgers and tell him these boys ain't shit though, because he's so miserably in love with Boston, and Boston might be up front with him, but he's still stringing him along, telling him what he wants to hear, and giving more when Nick expresses interest in seeing other people. Was recording Boston and Top some pure creep mode shit to do? Yes. But do I support him using the recording to put Boston in his place? Yeah, I do.

Cheum is another easy to like characters, but we don't get to see much of her, so aside from simply liking her dancing queen energy, I can't really make an assessment. I like that she's the only one in the group actually helping Mew with the project. Also, I laughed when she clocked Ray as most fuckable. Most queer woman would agree, and Jojo is out here making us feel attacked.

Anyways, in summation, I'm thinking of opening a GoFundMe to get therapy for fictional characters. I still can't believe we've got 7 more episodes of drams to get through.

[oh-three]

The Acolyte S1E8:

Yeah, nobody expected that to happen. Osha was in so much distress she tapped into the powers of her people and accidentally took a go at Qimir's mind.

Sol still trying to prove the vergence.

Damnnnn, Pip really packs a punch. I actually did want to know what Sol was gonna say though.

And……there she goes.

Bazil, what the fuck??

Looks like Mae gets to actually go back to Brendok. What a glorious landing.

Rayencourt over here foreshadowing every fallen Jedi ever. I mean…he's not wrong. But, oof, he was not being helpful at all.

There's something kinda neat about Qimir giving Osha the choice to be trained or not. Like, most Sith are kinda just apprehended or get manipulated, but Osha's over here taking the middle path and that's actually really neat of her. And the fact that Qimir's letting her.

HOLY SHIT, DARTH PLAGUEIS.

Damnn, he's gonna kill Qimir, isn't he? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that despite the rule of two, the master doesn't encourage the apprentice to find their own to kill them.

Something, something, the way Sol's reliving that night whilst walking through the ruins of the base 😭

She was right there!!!

The only one there who's not gonna be sentimental about it is Qimir, and that is not good for anybody else because he's not gonna wanna fail twice.

Qimir vs Sol rematch 👀 👀 👀

WHAT A MOVE.

The way Mae telling Osha what Sol did is the thing that made her snap 😭

[Vernestra has joined the fight.]

I…..didn't know that lightsabers could make that noise.

Wonder if Qimir knew Mae was coming or if he was actually about to surrender.

Mae wanting to Sol to pay for what he did via Jedi Council and Senate is actually very mature of her all things considered.

Watching Osha Force-choke Sol is actually so heartbreaking 😭

I know what I said earlier, but that kyber crystal is fucking red now. Also, she just passed Qimir's test…

Omg, she actually killed him 😭

The blade being two different colors, watching the red corrupt it, was actually really crazy, what the fuck.

Ahhh, so the theory about Vernestra knowing Qimir's true!

Wait, Sol's eyes aren't open anymore. Maybe he's alive after all. Or he just wasn't dead yet.

Question is- is Qimir going after Vernestra and her team, or after the not-twins? Would be funny if he just ran, though.

Omg, the Force echoes are strong enough that Vernestra can sense what happened the first time.

Vernestra leaving herself along out in the open as bait for Qimir to attack >>>

Watching this whole troop of Jedi waltzing through the forest behind Bazil is actually hysterical.

Osha and Mae making up after all that's happened is actually everything.

Mae stopping to genuinely ask Osha what she wants 😭

Qimir really wasn't gonna let them go without taking one of them as his apprentice, was he? I love how he's helping them, though. Instead of just killing them and running.

Dude, this show could totally have a season two.

"…What did I do?" She said it so softly 😭

Mae being so lost and alone that she tells the story of what happened on Brendok to Vernestra 😭

Yeah, no, Sol's dead.

Vernestra's voice when she told Mae the truth as she's gathered, and then as she tells the Senate commitee. You can tell that she still loves Sol, but is not denying that he made a terrible mistake 😭

There has to be a second season. I mean, obvious Osha and Qimir both die or something if Plagueis ends up with Palpatine, but.

Osha/Qimir shippers going crazy right now.

Ayyy, they ended it off with a Yoda cameo, nice. Wish we'd been a bit more involved since he's Grnadmaster, but, y'know, it is what it is.

[saturdaynightspecialpresentation]

I've finished the main story of Fallout 3 (But not Broken Steel) and it's bad, but in a way that I find extremely confusing and just need to talk about.

Giant essay (And some spoilers) under the cut.

First of all, I feel like the received wisdom is that the east coast games are the bad ones and the west coast games are the good ones, which is true but it means that people really exaggerate the flaws of the east coast games while minimizing and excusing those of the west coast games.

Like, in the HBomberguy video on Fallout 3 he spends a lot of time on how much the intro of Fallout 3 sucks but like...

I'm sorry, compared to Fallout 1 and Fallout 2?

Fallout 2, which has one of the most obnoxious, hated, and ill-conceived tutorials on video game history?

There's a sort of refusal to meet Fallout 3 even halfway in that video, but if we approach Fallout 1 and 2 with the same attitude, *they also look really bad*.

Fallout 1 doesn't really have a tutorial, but it does have a cave full of rats.

I think it took me until my second or even third playthrough of Fallout 1 to realize that you could actually go into Vault 13 and talk to people inside. The game does not give you, the player, any reason to be attached to Vault 13, to the point that I literally did not even think of it as a location in the game.

You're getting the water chip because that's the plot of the game, not because you have a sense of Vault 13 as a concrete place.

The Temple of Trials in Fallout 2 is just a mess, yeah there's like one dude you can get past with a speech check, great, but I hope your weedy speech and guns character likes killing giant ants with a spear that you don't know how to use.

And of course, within the reality of the game it's utter fucking nonsense, that this village on the verge of collapse also built this enormous stone temple full of traps and puzzles and mechanisms just to train people how to leave the village.

It's one of the most egregiously terrible tutorial levels in RPG history.

Meanwhile, the intro to Fallout 3 shows you what it's like to grow up in the vault; you meet actual characters, you get a sense of both the ways that your character is safe and pampered, but also that she's trapped with these people, not all of whom are likeable or even necessarily entirely safe to be around.

Then, her comfortable life is suddenly exploded, she can't rely on the vault and has to make a daring escape, and it ends with an expansive vista acting as a contrast to the narrow corridors of the vault, as a world of possibility and danger opens up before you.

Look, maybe it needs to be edited down to be shorter, rewritten a bit, but conceptually this is a much better, more immersive way to do a tutorial than either of the first two games.

Unlike 1, I spent most of the beginning of Fallout 3 thinking about when I'd have enough footing to go back to my former home and confront the Overseer, and then when I did it turned out I was ridiculously overpowered, which was thematically actually really great! It felt like my character had grown bigger from her experience than even she realized and steamrolling these absurd, small vault people really brought that home in a satisfying way.

Compare to Fallout 1 and 2, where the home your character grew up in is just kind of a meaningless macguffin.

I don't want to paper over the major flaws of the tutorial or of Vault 101 in general; there's some major, even crippling flaws in execution.

But even with those it's still the best intro out of the three games.

My point is more, because Fallout 2 is a generally better game than 3, people sort of excuse major flaws in 2, while ignoring the things that actually work and make good sense in 3.

Which brings me to my main point:

What the hell happened to the writing process in Fallout 3?

Yes, it's bad, but it's bad in the way of like... a cake that got taken out of the oven ten minutes earlier than it should have.

The fact that it's just the story of Fallout 1 and the story of Fallout 2 at the same time is an issue, but more of the same, particularly after a long hiatus between games, is not the worst sin in the world.

The real question I have is why does it feel so unfinished? It's like the sketch of a plot that they were going to finish later.

Like, here's a small example:

President Eden never explains why he wants to use the FEV to kill everyone off.

Here:

"I know this solution may seem extreme to you, but the truth is, we are losing to the super mutants. There are more of them every day, while we are losing soldiers to attrition, to desertion, even, I am afraid to say, despair.

"Morale is low, you've already seen that Colonel Autumn is actively countermanding my orders; unless something drastic is done I truly feel America will be no more.

"This is not a decision I make lightly; Yes, there will be some collateral damage, but such is the nature of war, and I will not fail to act while there is still a way to save America.

"This is the burden I must bear as your President."

Done. Easy.

So incredibly easy that I genuinely don't understand why a line like that isn't in there.

And it's really easy to imagine Colonel Autumn's objections, too, but those also aren't spelled out.

Like, what if Colonel Autumn truly wants to use the Purifier as a water purifier but because of his jingoism he just feels that anybody else taking command is a risk to US security, and that violence is the only language that wastelanders understand.

Maybe President Eden even tries to negotiate with your dad on peaceful terms, but Autumn just tries to use force and the situation escalates and your dad still dies.

And then later you find out that Eden is planning to kill off 90% of the wasteland and as Autumn has realized that he's trying to stop it, and you have to deal with the fact that Colonel Autumn is both a cold-blooded killer and actually trying to help people.

Like, I am barely moving any of the pieces around. The bones of this story are already here.

And that's a really bizarre thing about playing this game: at all times it's really clear how you would use the exact same characters and plot elements to tell essentially exactly the same story in a much better way than it is actually told in the game.

There are a ton of cases where characters don't really explain their motivations even though, like, 15 seconds of thought let's you come up with a perfectly plausible motivation which could be expressed in a couple of lines of dialogue.

It's just kind of baffling. This is not an ill-conceived game, although all of the ambition is in building the 3d world, and the story is just... weirdly neglected.

Just retelling the first two games again is an unambitious choice but... there's already an extremely clear roadmap of how to tell those stories in a satisfying way, so it's really perplexing to me that they don't really manage it.

I'm curious what happened with the writing process here, it's bizarre.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

“Telling the truth even when it hurts” for any characters, please

Btw your writing is so so good!! Don’t mind me reblogging everything you write to my cr sideblog

21. Telling the truth even when it hurts thank you!! i will never mind rbs lol. nsfw conversation in this one, folks.

He should have known better than to talk to Beau about this. She is an Expositor, a truth-seeker, a steadfast researcher—and a bitch, when she wants to be, which is, it seems, most of the time. He should have known that going to Beau for advice would result in less advice and more blunt statements of what are, to Beau, facts, things that she believes he needs to hear.

Which is why he hardly gets half a sentence out before she's rolling her eyes with a dramatic, put-upon groan. "Fucking hell, Caleb, why are we having this conversation?"

Caleb blinks owlishly. "Because I do not know the best course of action, Beauregard, and I thought my friend might sympathize."

She hits him with that look, the one the cuts to the quick and sees pasts each and every shield he's ever cast in his life. "If you wanted sympathy, you would have gone to Jester. You want me to tell you to fuck Essek, so do it. Fuck him. And stop talking to me about it."

His face is instantly on fire. He cannot believe his skin doesn't radiate a low, reddish light. "I—that is not what I—"

"You've been dancing around this forever and, like, I'm sorry? But it's boring. You like him. You want him. He likes and wants you, if the look his gives whenever you use words like temporal or sigil are anything to go by. So just jump his bones and put the rest of us out of our simmering misery."

Sometimes Caleb wishes they left her in the Astral Sea. "Things are not so simple, Beauregard."

She'd been lounging back on the couch in her and Yasha's living room, but now she sits up, rests her elbows on her knees, and stares directly at him. "Actually, this is the simplest shit. I get that your life has been, comparatively, pretty fucking extraordinary. Most people aren't brainwashed child soldiers who killed their parents and spent a decade in a fugue state in an asylum before going on the run from an entire government. That shit is complicated.

"But this? Being so intellectually and physically attracted to someone that you want to ride their dick until your eyes roll back in your head and you see gods? That's basic, baby, that's one-oh-one. It's not special or nuanced or specific, it's just being into someone. People have been doing that for, like, ever, so just do something about it."

They're glaring at each other, but mostly Caleb's glaring at her because he doesn't have the ability to glare at himself. She's annoying a lot of the time, but she's especially annoying when she's right.

Except there's one thing she has not considered, the thing Caleb has not been able to stop thinking about since he first realized how desperately he desires Essek. "And what if he does not return the sentiment, hmm? Am I to ruin the friendship we so carefully built?"

She snorts, cocksure, aggravating, and flops back against the couch again. "Caleb, if you walked into his tower and asked, he'd be on his knees for you without a thought."

And oh, how unexpected, this rush of want, hot and curling in his belly. He ignores it. "You seem so sure."

Beau turns her head over her shoulder and shouts, "HEY YASHA!"

The woman in question, who is out in the garden pruning her tulips, shouts back, "YEAH?"

"HOW BADLY DOES ESSEK WANT TO FUCK CALEB?'

"LIKE SO BADLY. LIKE SOMETIMES IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE TO LOOK AT HIM. THERE'S A LOT GOING ON THERE."

Beau extends her hands in an I told you so motion, and Caleb would love nothing more than for the ground beneath him to open up and swallow him whole—which, now that he thinks about it, he's sure Essek has a spell for. "Well this has been a terrible conversation. Let's never do it again."

"Gladly." Beau shoves herself off of the couch. "Just be sure to name the first kid after me. Anyway, you staying for dinner?"

And he does, because family is family, after all.