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Blurb - Anakin and Obi-Wan Saving Slave!Reader

warnings: intended as anakin x reader, smutty, hints of slave!reader (inspiration drawn from slave Leia in episode 6), slight Obi-Wan x Reader if you squint, slight choking kink????

➸ You had been captured by the notorious kingpin by the name of: Gino Halcyon after a failed mission that you were sent to on the planet of Crait.

➸  Within the two weeks of your captivity, you were forced to wear humiliating, skimpy clothing, all for the pleasure for Halcyon's and for his regulars. You were constantly on display with very little clothing that would lead to little to no imagination.

➸ You began wondering if the Jedi Council and your troops would ever come to look for you. Yet again, you partly wished they wouldn't due to the humiliating situation for a Jedi Knight.

➸ One evening, you took notice of two tall figures that had entered the nightclub Halcyon was overseeing. You immediately knew who they were: it was Anakin and Obi-Wan.

➸  You were hoping they were undercover for a mission to come and rescue you from this cesspool of planet, but you weren't quiet sure what their plan was exactly.

➸ Anakin had made eye contact with you where you were. Just on Halcyon's little podium, with the kingpin just right behind you as he scanned the room. Your eyes were filled with desperation, pleading to get out of the chains that had bore your neck and hands that were held by Halcyon. The sight of you in that situation had stirred something inside of him. He was upset at the position Halcyon had force you in, or perhaps he was more upset that he wished it was him pulling that chain around your neck in that little outfit you were in.

➸ "Try not to blow our cover Anakin." Obi-Wan had told him, knowing how close you two were. The Jedi Master was afraid at what his padawan would do that could result in the mission turning south at any given moment.

➸ One of the bartenders would immediately identify Obi-Wan, because who wouldn't recognized the handsome, auburn-haired Jedi General?

➸ The guests in the club would slowly dissipate after word had spread that there were two Jedi were in the building. Anakin and Obi-Wan took notice of this, realizing that they needed to act fast before Halcyon would do anything else to you.

➸ Halcyon had called his henchmen, in means to remove the two Jedi. Soon, chaos had ensued. The sounds of lightsabers whirring, blaster shots, glass shattering, and screaming were heard. Halcyon held onto your chains, tugging you back if you ever got rowdy with the scene unraveling in front of your eyes.

➸  After Halycon's henchmen were dealt with accordingly, the only people remaining in the club were you, Halcyon, Obi-Wan and Anakin. Both Jedi knew they couldn't properly deal with Halcyon as he was unarmed.

➸  Rex and the squadron would soon burst through the club doors after Obi-Wan had called backup.

➸  In the middle of his monologue, Halcyon would soon be silenced with a blaster shot to his head. When you had turned to look at who shot him, it was Rex.

➸  Anakin and Obi-Wan would run up you, slicing off the chains that had bounded your hands and neck.

➸  Anakin would give you his robe, out of respect to cover any dignity you had left, and to make sure none of clones and master would be eye-fucking you.

➸  As the three of you, along with the squadron leave the nightclub, you would notice Obi-Wan's pink tinted cheeks and the way he would avoid making eye contact with you or just looking in your general direction.

➸  Anakin would walk closely behind you. You felt as if your were going crazy as his hands would "unintentionally" graze your bare hips as you made your way to the ship.

➸  Enroute to Coruscant, you would find yourself with your cheek smushed against the durasteel wall in one of the small rooms to the ship, back arched as Anakin gripped your hips harshly, pounding into you relentlessly in the that skimpy slave outfit.

➸  "You're such a little whore...Looking so desperate, so helpless.." Anakin would grunt into your ear, his bare hand finding its way up to your neck, as you begin to feel a sensation of nerves bundling in your stomach.

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Attractions in Singapore: Exploring the Best Museums of Asia's Most Cosmopolitan City

In spite of the fact that Singapore is one of Asia's most famous city objections, and a most loved visit for travelers enroute to and from Australia, bragging bounty various attractions, not that many individuals are familiar the city's various historical centers, and keeping in mind that you won't find here any semblance of Rembrandt and Michelangelo, the galleries of Singapore truly do offer an exceptional encounter to their guests, which can't be tracked down somewhere else on the planet.

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This article will take you to five of Singapore's must-visit galleries.

Possessing the amazing Neo-Palladian structure of Ruler Spot, right close to the Singapore Stream, The Asian Civilisations Gallery is surely quite possibly of the best fascination in Singapore. As its name proposes, this phenomenal exhibition hall shows the way of life of Asia's clans and countries, with accentuation on those gatherings that made Singapore.

Shows are rich and interesting and incorporate ethnic ensembles, customary adornments, old books, models, strict ancient rarities, archeological discoveries and relics, and so forth…

There are free English directed voyages through the exhibition hall each day, which are truly suggested, as they upgrade the experience.

Not a long way from here, on Armenian Road, you can visit the really interesting Peranakan Historical center.

The Peranakan is a generally new ethnic gathering what began to create around 1800, when Chinese transients wedded nearby Malay ladies and embraced a few neighborhood customs, to acclimatize into society.

There are a lot of delightful displays here, including outfits, customary handcrafts, copy of Peranakan homes, etc, and despite the fact that it's anything but an especially huge gallery, it is definitely worth visiting, particularly assuming ethnic societies and customs are your thing.

Still in a similar area, the Public Exhibition hall of Singapore is the city-state's most seasoned and biggest historical center, and its principal highlight, the "Singapore History Exhibition", can without much of a stretch be named as perhaps of the best fascination in Singapore: The exhibition can be depicted as a period burrow where the guest strolls through many wonderfully planned life-size shows that recreate scenes from the city's past… Enthusiastically suggested!

An additional five minutes' walk will carry you to Bras Basah Street and the Singapore Workmanship Historical center (SAM), which possesses the delightful frontier working of Holy person Joseph's Organization, where one of Singapore's most memorable Catholic young men's schools once worked, and represents considerable authority in contemporary craftsmanship from Singapore and its adjoining nations, bragging the world's biggest assortment contemporary craftsmanship from Southeast Asia.

To wrap things up is Mint Exhibition hall of Toys, on minuscule Seah Road, right behind the renowned Pools Inn and simply a short stroll from the Workmanship Gallery, as well as from the Public Historical center of Singapore.

This is the world's initially toys gallery and one of the most delightful family attractions in Singapore. It isn't predominantly large (Which is uplifting news for those of you who historical centers are not their favorite), but rather is regardless loaded with a huge number of nostalgic toys, including "ancient" variants of Popeye, Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck, Beatles buttons and so forth…

Singapore is a magnificent country and, shockingly, more incredible spot to move away. It is one of most excessive countries on earth and extremely tidy and overall around stayed aware of. Nonetheless, the mind boggling thing about a Singapore event is that the country has such an immense sum to propose to a sporadic voyager. Singapore groups include brilliant coastlines, extraordinary visiting, surprising food and some experience sports. There is such an immense sum to do in Singapore that you will really be spoilt for choice. From exploring the characteristic allure of the country to taking part in experience sports-your entire Singapore event will be stacked up with silliness and rush.

Shopping and eating: Singapore is a fantastic goal to meander and research. If you have an obsession for shopping, you will love the staggering business areas at China Town, Little India and Ranch Road. These are a piece of the world's best shopping areas and are focus points of great culture. Singapore is, certainly, home to cosmopolitan culture which is all wonderful and thriving. There are a great deal of exceptional diners in the country and you will party hard amidst numerous food sources. Orderliness and neatness are guaranteed and the idea of the food is top-class.

Regular life calling: Singapore packages furthermore incorporate untamed life outings to parks and places of refuge. The Jurong Bird Park is one of the best Singapore attractions. You will go north of a couple of kinds of birds there-from macaws to flamingo to penguins. Make sure to take portrayals with these phenomenal birds. Jurong Bird Park also has maybe of the greatest phony outpouring on earth. Singapore Zoo is another critical interest of Singapore and home to a deluge of animals. Similarly take a gander at a night safari which can really fortify.

Sentosa Island: Sentosa Island is a wonderful spot and a must-visit for every explorer. Accepting you love the sea and the sun, you will unquestionably be truly happy to be at Sentosa Island. It is home to a couple of dumbfounding coastlines which are exceptionally charming and brilliant. The beaches similarly offer a deluge of water sports including paragliding, wind surfing, water skiing, scuba plunging and swimming. The beguiling sea will basically spoil you with its different attractions. Sentosa Island's Model of Merlion is one more huge spot of interest. The figure of the half-lion and half-fish is one of the best places to get-away and moreover remembers for the country's postcards.

Various attractions: Singapore is loaded with exciting attractions and captivating visiting spots. From the Singapore Flyer to Marina Delta Stand SkyParks-there is a particularly lot to examine. Botanic Gardens moreover offer an incomparable quietness while the Buddha Tooth Relic Safe-haven is similarly a pacific and devoted place.

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Erik Johnson - New Number

summary: in denver for your best friends bachelorette party, you have a night you will never forget

warnings: ummmm spicy situations, author’s choking kink may peek through in her writing, also her EJ obsession..

maybe ill turn this into a series w a wedding date and shiz

“Oh my god,” Lisa screamed as she walked into the airbnb you had spent hours decorating for her bachelorette weekend. “I can’t believe you did this!”

The blonde launched herself at you as you laughed and accepted her hug. “Thank you,” she whispered with a grin as she pulled back to kiss both of your cheeks. 

You and Lisa had been best friends since kindergarten, and when her boyfriend Luke had proposed a year and a half ago, she had asked you to be her maid of honor. So now, 11 months later, you were gathering in Denver for the weekend with her sisters and friends for her final hoorah as a Fiance. 

You and a few of the other girls lived in the area, so had taken on the preparation for the weekend. That way, as soon as Lisa touched down from LA, everything was ready to rock and roll. 

“I couldn’t have done it without Ashley,” you laughed as Lisa directed her enthusiasm to the brunette who faux glared at you. 

“You guys are the best,” Lisa sighed, plopping down on the couch. “So what’s tonights plan?”

“So a few of the girls are still enroute,” you walked into the kitchen to grab a drink and slide it into Lisa’s empty hand with a smirk. “Once they’re here, we have dinner in the city and then we’re hitting the clubs!”

“Yay!” Lisa clinked her drink with you and Ashley’s with a squeal. 

“And I never do it, but tonight I used the Kadri name to get us a table at the club, so we can get the VIP treatment,” Ashley giggled as you clapped for her. 

“I have no problem with profiting off of your husband’s mediocre hockey skills,” Lisa, a life long LA Kings fan, joked before chugging half of her drink.

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“Ladies,” Ashley led the group out of the limo. “Welcome to Club Vinyl.” The group of you were all in pink sparkly outfits, with Lisa sporting white, and oohed as you looked at the lit up bar front you had pulled up in front of. 

You actually were a semi-resident of Denver, living in the suburbs and commuting in for work. But you tended to be more of a dive bar type of girl, so this club was new to you. But living in the moment, tonight you decided to be a club type of girl.

Lisa’s excitement was intoxicating as the group of you followed Ashley to the door, where she chatted with the bounced who stepped aside after a moment to let you in. Your group was led to the back of the club, past the main bar and dance floor to an elevated and roped off area with big round booths and sofas, only a few of which were occupied. 

“Welcome ladies,” a woman in an all black outfit greeted you as soon as you got to a booth. “We’re so excited you joined us to celebrate tonight. We have some bottles and mixers to start you off with.”

You all wasted no time in grabbing the bottles of tequila and vodka and pouring out a round of shots. “Cheers to our girl Lisa,” you yelled as the girls all grinned. “May she enjoy her man, because she is officially on one pernis forever.” With giggled the girls all clinked glasses and tossed back the shots, quickly ordering cocktails and deciding to hit the dance floor.

As Meg the Stallion came on the speakers, you wound your hips in tune with Lisa’s as the two of you yelled the lyrics and sipped on your drinks. 

“Who is that with Ashley?” Lisa’s sister Adriana whispered in your ear, directing your attention to your friend who did have a dark haired man wrapped around her. 

“Oh, thats Nazem, he must have come here after their game.”

You were proved right as the woman turned and pulled the man behind her towards you and the sisters. 

“Naz, this is my new partner in crime,” she introduced you to her husband who shook your hand with a big grin. 

“Thank you for distracting her for a while, she can be a bit much,” the man cackled as Ashley punched him in the arm. 

“Oh any time,” you laughed with him. “Did you guys win tonight?”

“Yeah,” he smirked. “The boys and I decided to head this way to celebrate the win and Lisa in style!”

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“Who is that with Naz and Ash?” Erik asked without thought as he and Gabe observed the dance floor from the VIP area, with Mel wrapped up in Gabe’s embrace. The blonde couple both whipped their heads towards EJ who groaned internally at his mistake. 

“Why do you ask Erik?” Gabe asked with a smirk as the taller man shook his head and sipped his drink. 

“Thought she looked familiar,” he lied as the couple laughed at his expense.

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“Ashley this was such a good idea,” you said breathlessly as the two of you head to your both for refills. “Thank you for coming up with it!”

“Oh my god babe,” she giggled. “Don’t thank me, this is so much fun! Coming out and not being with the hockey boys is such a relief.”

“Hey, call me next time you need a buddy, I’m in,” you laughed as you turned to place your order with the bartended before turning back to Ashley. You had been joined by a stunning blonde who looked like the cat who got the canary. 

“Hi,” you beamed. Friendly when sober, drunk you was ready to be besties wit every one you encountered. 

“Hi!” She smiled back and reached our for a hug that you returned. “I’m Mel, one of Ashley’s friend, and she has told me so much about you!”

“All lies,” you laughed as you pulled back and shook your head at a smirking Ashley. 

“No, no. No lies,” she linked arms with Melissa. “But I do need to get your take on something.”

“Yep,” you looked between the two grinning women in front of you. 

“Do you see the guy over my shoulder in the green button down, that is likely staring this way?” Mel asked as your eyes drifted over her to see the man she was talking about as you took a sip of your drink. 

“Oh I do, and I hope he isn’t your husband, because then this is awkward,” you winked clumsily as the two ladies cackled. 

“Nope, mine is the evil looking blonde in the white beside him,” Mel leaned in. “That is Erik, and he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you all night. I just wanted to share that information with you.”

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“Gabe, I am going to kill your wife,” EJ whispered through gritted teeth as Mel, Ashley and you walked towards the two of them. 

“EJ, this is my new best friend,” Ashley tugged you forward and pushed you in front of the blonde. He was slightly shocked as you reached up and pulled him down into a half hug. 

“Sorry, I’m a hugger,” you grinned. “So nice to meet you!”

“No problem,” he smiled. “You too! Are  you having a good time?”

“Well, as Maid of Honor, my bride seems to be living the dream,” you grinned as you spotted Lisa on the dance floor with her sister and college roommate. “Do you want to dance?”

Erik took one look at your heavy gaze before he nodded quickly and allowed himself to be dragged down to the dance floor. Usually when he joined the boys for a night out, he wouldn’t be caught dead on the crowded surface. But tonight, he had no objections as you made your way onto the crowded floor and turned to loop your arms around his neck and began to move your hips. 

“How is your dancing,” you asked with a cheeky grin as the song changed over to something with a darker beat. 

“We’ll see,” he said huskily in your ear, breath stuttering as you spun in his arms, pulling one of his hands low on your hip and pressing back into the bulk of his body.

“Seems alright to me,” you almost moaned as he pulled you tighter into him, lowering his head into the juncture between your throat and shoulder. As you began to grind against him, you could feel the heavy puff of his breath against your skin which spurred you on. 

Lisa smirked your way as she saw the way your body was pressed against Erik’s, shooting you a thumbs up as he wrapped his second arm under your chest to turn you back to face him. You stared into his eyes for a moment, seeing a heat there that reflected in your own gaze before he leaned down to press his lips to yours. 

He took control of the kiss quickly, wrapping one hand around your jaw gently to angle your head for him. He took advantaged of your little gasp as his hand travelled down to your throat, sliding his tongue in to caress your own. 

As you slid a hand into his hair, his thigh nudged between yours, pressing tight to your heat. “Fuck,” you pulled back and pressed your forehead to his jaw as you had to hold yourself from grinding down on the strong muscle pressed against your core. 

“You are something else,” Erik chuckled deeply as he snaked a hand down to your ass and paImed it, pulling you in for another kiss. 

That night, as you sat in the car with Lisa snoring on your shoulder, you smirked down at the new number in your phone and the promises whispered on a dance floor.

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As a young'un I once owned a badge proclaiming "Back By Popular Demand". Sadly I chucked out my vintage badge collection when I moved to my current flat but I'm wearing it in spirit for the benefit of any readers I still have left. Yes, I'm back again. Hopefully for the duration - as long as we don't get plunged into full-on zombie apocalypse mode again. Never mind anything else, shielding for an eternity leaves one with very little to talk about.

At least with a war everybody knows when it's over, but the conquering of this bastard, ever-mutating virus still seems a long way off. But, hey, I'm fully vaxed up, have started meeting friends for tea and cake periodically, (even took the mater out for lunch with my unofficially adopted stepsister and her youngest last weekend), am in virtual therapy thanks to a local mental health charity, and seem to have rediscovered my interest in clothes beyond schlumpwear. Mind you it's a case of having to. Like everybody else over lockdown I've put on some extra chub and some of my wardrobe no longer fits, or if it does it's doing me no favours. Plus it's summer, (allegedly), when one can't exactly wear the same thing for five days straight without niffing a bit. And while I hate sweating I really like wearing summer clothes.

Most of my shopping has been done online but I managed a quick whizz round Monki in Carnaby Street enroute to a desperately overdue visit to my optician. As you can see I've added another capacious, loudly printed shirt dress to my burgeoning collection. And it wasn't all I scored. Thanks in part to the sale being on I procured two more frocks and a top in the same fabric as one of said frocks, which along with this one cost me a grand total of seventy five squid. Damned changing room was closed because of course it was, and inwardly rolling my eyes at the suggestion of a jaded shop assistant's to "maybe come back another time", (On the tube? With large numbers of people? Half of whom aren't wearing masks and/or think Bill Gates is injecting us with miniscule surveillance devices? I should cocoa), I proceeded to try most of it on over my clothes in the middle of the shop. Shame I wasn't wearing my How About No tee shirt really.

If this print isn't his natural habitat I'd like to know what is. I think the only accessory you mightn't have seen before are these Big Metal earrings, (a brand we used to stock in the erstwhile World's Loveliest Gift Shop®, and one that doesn't irritate my ears).

Pardon my bathroom phone-selfie but one of the most annoying things about my living room is that, while it's the best location to take outfit pics, my hair is often shrouded in mystery, especially on an overcast day. And I wanted you to see my new colour. I'm not sure if I'll stay red or if I'll go blackcurrant again come winter. Just felt like a bit of a change.

There's been a few new additions to the ceramics collection since I've been out and about once again. These were both from chazzas. Meanwhile Karen included some finds of her own for my birthday. This cute little wall pocket looks very at home in my bedroom...

And I can always shoehorn a bit more Carltonware into the living room cabinet...

But the thing that's given me the most happiness during lockdown and beyond has been watching Ubi grow up. At a strapping nine-and-a-half pounds, not that you'd know it from looking at him, lanky creature that he is, I can't believe he's a year old already. And a more hilarious and affectionate furkid I couldn't wish for.

I didn't discover that his dad is half Bengal for several months but it explained everything. His extra-long back legs and ability to jump from the sofa to the top of the china cabinet at 10 weeks old. His intelligence and copious amounts of energy, his chattiness, his periodic death metal roar. The state of my hall wallpaper. (Freddy Krueger, eat your heart out). I learned from a breeder that it's such a persistent gene that he might as well be a full Bengal. A breed I always swore I wouldn't have if you paid me.

Izzy hates him. And me.

He's totally the best cat ever.

Toodles!

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Taxi ride home

I thought that we all deserve a good ol’ smut and since @keanuchillz said that her main goal in life is to read as much smut as she can (I read that between the lines btw), so there it is! My imagination surprises me sometimes and here’s an outcome of a recent surprise ;)

SUMMARY: After you wait for John at the airport to pick him up from his flight back home, things turn rather steamy in the taxi as you two are riding to your house. Words:  2357; Warnings: smut, sex in a taxi;

You’ve waited for him patiently, even when a calm woman’s voice said through the speakers that his flight was delayed and you have to wait two more hours, which felt like an entire century for you, after those lonesome months when he was away doing his job of stabbing and shooting people.

When you finally saw his figure emerging from the arrivals area, bags on both his shoulders, smile on his face when his eyes stumbled upon you in the crowd, it was more than certain that he was totally exhausted, the dark circles under his eyes more than visible.

The jet lag was probably just adding up to everything that happened on that job abroad and he fell asleep almost immediately when his bags were safely hidden in the trunk and the two of you huddled up in the comfortable backseat of the taxi that was taking you back to your cozy house. He clung with his both hands onto your arm, the longing feeling made him ache for the feeling of your body pressed close to him.

His hair smelled like he freshly got out of the shower, the herbal scent of his shampoo reminded you of the times you took baths together and you were washing his hair, gently rubbing his scalp with your nails and he purred like a spoiled cat sitting between your legs.

It seemed like he was dreaming right now, his breathing unsteady, few soft moans escaping from his lips, the grip he had on your arm tightened and so did the front of pants.

Slowly you shifted in the seat, placing yourself closer to him, trying your best not to wake him up and when he felt that you’re moving in the seat he wrapped his arm around you, pressing his head to your chest instead of keeping it on your arm.

“Oh, darling” he sighed silently, like the sound of his voice was meant only for you, his breath ticking the half bare skin on your breasts. You were almost naked, the hot weather didn’t left you a much choice for your outfit, so you ended up wearing almost nothing but your summer dress and some lacy underwear underneath it. The summer was in full bloom, the high temperatures made you sweat like you’ve been running a marathon, even when you decided to go to the shop that was just around the corner.

John purred, making your skin tickle again, but he was still deeply in his sleep. You slowly brushed his neck with your warm fingers, undoing few buttons of his shirt and loosening up his tie a little bit. When you gently touched his chest he inhaled the air sharply.

It looked like he was in the middle of a really naughty dream, because few curses rolled from his tongue under his breath and a moan that included your name followed right after that. You were all heated up from the sun, but what was going on almost set you alight.

John was having a really naughty dream in the goddamned taxi and it made you feel insanely playful. You placed your hand on his knee and began to move it slowly from there to his thigh. When you’ve reached the place where the big bulge arose in his pants you lightly stroked him through the fabric. He pressed his head closer to your chest and moaned in his sleep.

Fuck, he was really really hard. His hot breaths that tickled the soft skin on your breasts made your nipples hard and you felt the dampness that was slowly forming between your thighs, that you pressed together in a desperate attempt to feel something.

You were dying for his touch, but you didn’t wanted to spoil his lovely nap. The two of you haven’t seen each other in such a long time and you were simply just tired of feeling your own hands toying with your swollen clit on every night you had to spent alone. You were touching yourself to the sound of his voice when he called you every night with the report of the events that happened during his long days. And he had absolutely no idea about the fact that you were doing it. You had your dirty little secret.

His thick voice was an absolute turn on for you, all he had to do was read something simple as a pancake recipe and you could reach the high with every word coming out of his mouth.

All you wanted now was John to touch you, damn you fucking needed that, but you knew how exhausted he was and a decent nap on your way home was a true lifesaver right now.

Being stuck in the traffic wasn’t helping at all, the easy 30 minute drive was probably going to become at least a hour and a half ride. And you were dying to feel his hot naked body on top of yours.

Unknowingly your hand wandered between your now wet thighs, guided there by your mind that was serving you some flashbacks of how John was saying his goodbyes to you the night before he was flying away to do what he had to do.

Luckily the driver was too focused on the road,  not paying any form of attention to the two of you in his backseat.

Once again you felt you own fingers sliding between your folds, but this time you had him pressed closely to your body and his head lying on your breasts. His hot breaths were making you even more horny. Tightening the grip of your hand on John’s still cloth covered cock you made him whimper a little and then he groaned your name in the dirtiest way possible.

“F-fuck...” you mouthed silently, your fingers now sliding inside your entrance. With your own palm pressed between your wet folds you leaned your forehead on his head breathing the lovely smell of his shampoo mixed with tobacco smoke from the cigarettes he smoked right after he landed. It heated you up even more and you moaned almost straight into his ear. He shifted slightly and snored a little. “J-John...” you moaned and heard him say your name in his sleep.

You were practically riding your own fingers right now, getting to your orgasm fast and you were almost there. You kept touching yourself until the car hasn’t jumped on some bumps and John has woken up.

Being too focused on your walls tightening around your fingers you hadn’t really noticed that his head rose from your chest and he was looking at you, his eyes open wide at the sight he had right next to him.

Pressing your head into the headrest of the leather seat you kept your eyes shut, few moans escaping your mouth. He smashed your lips with yours, kissing you like he was desperate for theirs touch, you parted your lips letting his tongue inside of your hot mouth. Your hand that was still gripping his cock tightened around it making him moan into the kiss.

You weren’t caring if the driver was watching, John could take you right here in the backseat of the car and you would moan like a whore under him.

“Oh fuck darling… j-just fuck” he moaned when your lips parted, you two desperately gasping for some air after the heated kiss. His pulled your hand from between your thighs and replaced it with his. You screamed when his slim slid inside you, immediately hitting the right bundle of nerves.

The driver should probably look right now at you two through his rear view mirror, but he didn’t even flinched in his seat. It looked like he was used to couples banging in his car.

“Gagging for it, darling, aren’t you?” he asked and you just nodded riding his fingers. He squeezed your hand that was still gripping his cock through the fabric of his pants and rubbed it further into his length, “You should be riding my cock, not my fingers” John whispered into your ear, sucking onto your earlobe, making you whimper.

John rolled down the window and peaked through it, you two noticing that you were at the suburbs now, but the traffic was a state and you will spend few more minutes in the taxi that will feel like ages to you both.

That’s when he reached his fingers to the pocket inside his jacket, took out a single gold coin from it and handed it to the driver.

“To Continental, make it as fast as you can. And eyes on the road” he spoke in his commanding tone and the guy sitting behind the wheel just took the coin from his fingers, hid it in his own pocket as he nodded his head few times without even speaking a word.

John firstly undid the buttons on his jacket, then the ones of his vest. Leaning closer to you, he spread your legs wide, placing one on the seat while the other one was still on the car’s floor, “J-John w-what are you doing?” you asked him, but the sound of zipper being open cleared the whole situation.

“I’m not going to wait until we’re home” he stated, moving the soaked fabric of your panties to the side. When you moved your dress upwards, gathering the fabric around you waist, so he could have a better access, he growled loudly, pressing his body atop of yours, “Also…” you saw how his hand twirled around his hard length and he whimpered, pressing his hand to the headrest, so he could steady himself, before he lined his cock with your entrance, “Continental is way closer enroute from the airport, than our house, so we’re going to spend the night there. And I will be fucking you for half of the night… and this-” he said before snapping his hips forward, so he could bury himself deep inside you, moaning your name when he did it, “this is just a fucking prequel.”

His large hands clasped your sides, as he kept sliding his cock all the way from you, living just the tip inside, before he buried himself balls deep back into your soppy cunt, with his head placed onto your chest, tongue sneaking between your breasts, so he could lick your sweaty skin.

The sounds he was making were like the most obscene music you’ve ever listened to, but it was much more than you hoped for when the two of you entered the taxi.

When he dug his fingers inside your heated flesh and his cock deep inside you, when you were writhing under him in pleasure, moaning his name, you felt like it was the best fucking you had in the entire life.

“J-Jooohn, baby… I’m-” your voice got caught in your throat when you felt how he vigorously rubbed your clit with his thumb, spreading your wetness all over it. He kissed you, his tongue slipping between your lips, teasing you with how it could feel to have his head between your thighs. He sucked onto your lower lip, nibbling onto it and your hand shot up to his hair, tugging at it roughly, making him moan in your mouth, while the other one pressed his hand further into your swollen clit, encouraging him to rub it even more eagerly.

“How I fucking missed you…” he panted into your ear, the words in his worn out baritone elicited a shiver than ran down your spine making you moan ever louder. You wrapped your legs around his waist forcing him to move closer to you and he slid his thick cock inside you way further, in an angle that brushed against your sweet spot.

“F-fuck Jooohn!” your back arched off the seat and he had to hold you in place, so you two wouldn’t fall off the seat, “F-faster, baby please, faster!” you moaned against his neck and the movement of his hips increased, he was now screwing you into the passenger door. Those wild moans and groans of yours mixed with his grunts and pants, and this was the only sound that could be heard inside the taxi.

“Oh darling… cum for me, I feel how close you are” John mumbled inside your ear and you just looked at him, the intensity of his stare would make you strip in few seconds and you pressed your head close to yours and simply closed your eyes.

With few more groans you felt how your walls clenched around his length, your toes curling, hands clinging to his head, fisting his hair roughly and he moaned when you repeatedly kept tugging at his hair, few obscene curses rolling off his tongue when he came deep inside you, his hot load spilling at your tightened walls.

Then your head falls backwards, as the door opens, Charon’s head peeking inside, “Mister Wick” the concierge speaks in a delicate tone and you see how a wave of pink crept on his face, that’s now turned upside down. John moves his face from your breasts, when he was resting for a moment and looks at the man, “Your luggage is already moved to your room, the welcoming bottle of champagne is being chilled and it looks like I don’t have to ask how your trip back to our place was. Quite exciting one it seems” he chuckled, rubbing his nose like he was trying to banish the blush from appearing on his face, “I will wait for you at the front desk then. Miss” he spoke your name and nodded his head. You did the same with yours turned upside down smiling at him.

He disappeared from the view and John gently slide himself from you, a single groan leaving your lips.

“I want more” you whispered to him, when he helped you to get out of the car, his hot load slowly dripping down your thighs.

“You want to do it on the stairs? Or maybe on Charon’s desk?” he teased you, sneaking his arm around your waist as you two entered the hotel.

“I’ll think about it” you winked at him licking your lips playfully.

[idvloveletters]

Hello! I was wondering if you are willing to do a royal AU? S/O being a royal and falls in love with the joker, Mike (of course). Besides all the royal things they need to do, S/O is pretty lonely so having a little clown with them made them so happy that they fell for the joker. Thank you!

Normally, I don’t take requests via submissions. However, I’ll make an exception- just this once though!

Words: 1359

Pronouns: They/Them

Y/N = Your name

To be a king or a queen… to be a prince or princess… that was was the dream that was within everyone’s hearts, even if they weren’t aware of it. Everyone dreamed to have such power... to be desired by everyone… to be a true leader. 

However, they never truly knew how lonely the throne was. (Y/N) should know, for beyond that kind and caring smile they gave the public was someone who was rather lonely behind the castle walls.

Yes, (Y/N) was a powerful and kind leader. They made themselves to be open to the public, hearing out their thoughts and making sure that they got what they needed. Always flashing a smile to the crowd. Yet, there was this painful sorrow that no one saw (Y/N) as a friend, but a figure of power. Someone to take advantage of due to their immense hold of the country itself. To those who weren’t as nefarious, they were on edge and acted polite out of respect. While that was nice in itself, (Y/N) didn’t want to be treated like so. They desired friendship above all.

For a while, their only companion was their reflection that (Y/N) spoke to when alone in the gardens. The fountain itself contained many small coins as (Y/N) constantly made wishes that they’d be seen as an equal amongst their people, rather than some idolized being or tool that could be used to further one’s nasty plot. No matter how many coins that (Y/N) would toss in… no matter how many whispers they’d make to the stars, it seemed as if their dreams would never come true.

That was… until the day they met him.

Upon noticing their ruler within the kingdom had grown rather depressed and became aware of their cries only meant for the fountain’s ears… they had enlisted aid of a skilled jester. One that would make (Y/N) laugh. The search wasn’t easy, but soon enough, they finally found a fellow that fit the bill.

“(Y/N), we have a new member of our little castle!” The maid told them while drawing back the curtains. 

Sunlight flew in from the window, causing a groggy noble to cringe away from it. “When…” “We wanted it to be a surprise for you!” The maid spoke, going over to place down the morning tray of tea on one of the tables in the room. “Get dressed so you can be introduced properly.” She sounded excited, trying to psych up (Y/N) as best as she could before promptly exiting the room.

After the door was shut, it took a few minutes for (Y/N) to sit up straight in bed. A yawn escaped their lips before turning to face the door. A new member…? There was a pang of annoyance at how (Y/N) wasn’t notified of this before. Everything had to go through them first… what was so special it had to be kept a secret? Taking a sip from the tea before going over to their dressers to get dressed for the day, (Y/N) began to mentally prepare themselves for whatever laid ahead.

After changing into proper clothes and a cup of tea gone, (Y/N) opened the doors and soon began to walk out of their room. The maid from before had waited for them to do so to retrieve the tray and then began to follow (Y/N) down the hall. “We really hope you like this surprise, your highness!” 

“Dare I ask, why didn’t anyone come to me for approval about a new person here…?”

“Well… when you see, you’ll find out! Head to the throne room, if you may.”

(Y/N) sighed, there was no use in trying to figure out why everyone was being secretive. The maid soon had to go another route, heading into the kitchen while (Y/N) was still enroute to where the surprise laid in wait. Thoughts began to fill their heads… had they enlisted a new servant or knight without telling them? How rude.

Hands reached up to open the door, pushing it open. Sure enough, there was a new person in their royal throne room mingling with some of the butlers and guards already. Judging by their… peculiar outfit, he was not the usual sort who came to (Y/N) with reports or seeking mercy from a crime they had committed. 

The man turned his head and his eyes lit up like the sun. He made his way over and gave (Y/N) a humble, yet respectable bow. “Good morning, your highness!” 

“...Is this-”

“The surprise? Indeed.” The butler answered (Y/N)’s question as he stepped forward. “This young lad is Mike. Mike Morton. Starting from today, he’ll be your royal jester.”

A jester? (Y/N)’s face twisted in curiosity. “So, I see…”

It seems that Mike detected the skepticism of his purpose for being at the castle, for he suddenly stood up. “That’s right! I’m here for your smile! Entertainment for your eyes only!” He pointed to his own mouth and eyes as he spoke, stepping towards (Y/N). “How about that? Will you grant me the honor of being able to preform for such a lofty audience?”

“M-Mr. Morton, please show some restraint towards our ruler.” The butler warned, but Mike didn’t seem to care...

(Y/N) gave a sigh, but it seemed as if this Mike was truly passionate about his work as a merrymaker. “...Very well.”

Mike gave a shout of happiness and spun around. “You won’t regret this, I promise!”

A part of (Y/N) wanted to believe that this would’ve been a massive mistake- to allow such a person within their kingdom. However… the way this Mike was acting towards them…

No. He was being made to act this way, right? That’s his role, to give entertainment.

The days had begun to pass rather quickly, possibly thanks to Mike and his antics. For example, during breakfast this morning, he managed to cause a bit of a fright by juggling a few uncracked eggs, the performance was rather spectacular. If anything, the look on the cook’s faces was more than amusing for (Y/N)...

Even remembering that sight made it a bit difficult for them to truly feel their usual sadness within the gardens. Yet, recalling how Mike was brought here and was being made to act in such a way…

It hurt.

He wasn’t doing this genuinely, was he? Mike’s sole purpose is to heed the orders of making (Y/N) happy. It was rather difficult…

Yet, that smile of his… it felt so… so…

“(Y/N)?”

Jumping at the voice, (Y/N) moved their head and saw Mike himself there. If one of the butlers caught Mike addressing (Y/N) so informally, he might’ve had to deal with another bad scolding like earlier… “Mike, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

“It is late, isn’t it?” Was the jester’s response. “I snuck out, since I wanted to see you!”

“...Please, don’t lie to me.”

“That’s the truth!” Mike laughed as he perched himself on the fountain. “I wanted to get to know you better.”

“What’s there to even know.” (Y/N) sighed as they looked into the water. Their own reflection mimicking every movement. “I’m the ruler of this land, it’s hard to say people don’t know much about me.”

Soon, Mike’s own mirror image joined. “Well, I want to get to know you personally! I can hear rumors and gossip all I want, but it’s best to find out from the source, right?”

“...You’re surprisingly mature for a fool.”

Mike shrugged, never letting go of that smile. “Never judge a book by it’s cover!” 

A smile suddenly spread across (Y/N)’s face as they turned to face Mike. “...Very well. I have an idea.”

“Do share-”

“Meet me here every night before curfew. I always come here before retiring to my chambers for the night. If you so desire to get to know me that bad, you’ll come.”

The jester gave a salute and nodded. “Can do, (Y/N)!”

[roundtheworldrambles]

Koh Lipe, Thailand

Day 150  - Penang to Koh Lipe, Thailand

I woke up early in the morning to make my way to the ferry terminal, embarking on a boat heading north to Langkawi, then onwards to Thailand. The guesthouse’s night manager was just getting off his shift as I checked out, and kindly gave me a ride to port on the back of his scooter. The cool morning air was hazy and smoky, with remnants of firecrackers strewn about the street from the Chinese New Years celebrations the night before. 

Crossing the Border by Ferry!

We headed north for about 3 hours along the straights of Malacca before our ferry pulled into port at Langkawi, a picturesque archipelago in the Andaman Sea, made up of over 100 different islands. Kuah Jetty on Langkawi was abuzz with travellers streaming in every direction, and it took me awhile to locate passport control to be cleared in advance to leave Malaysia by sea. This was only the second time I have ever crossed a border by water, and it was quite a different feeling! In a small office on the second floor of the ferry terminal, I had to surrender my passport for about an hour while I waited in a small holding area packed with other passengers. When it came time for our ferry ride, our passports were returned and we were led through the centre of the ferry terminal in single file, lest we be lost enroute to our boat! The ferry ride itself was also a bit strange – an enclosed space, with the windows painted over so we could not see outside for the final 2 hours to Koh Lipe. 

First Sight of Koh Lipe

Stepping into the afternoon sunshine upon on our arrival to Koh Lipe, the long day of travel was immediately worth it, as we had arrived to tropical paradise. Thailand’s southernmost island, Koh Lipe is very small and can easily be walked from one end to the other. It is also so tiny that it doesn’t have a pier! Our ferry anchored offshore as we awaited Thai long-tail boats to putt up alongside us, transporting passengers across the turquoise shallows to shore. 

Walking Street in Koh Lipe

After a chaotic wave of beachside customs (in bare feet!), my passport was stamped, and I was officially in Thailand! Hitching up my pack, I meandered along Pattaya Beach and through the walking street, quickly arriving at Bloom Café and Hostel, my home for the next 4 nights. After checking in and changing into a more heat-friendly outfit, I began to wander the laneways, looking for a bite to eat among the food stalls and cafes. Koh Lipe is very pedestrian friendly, with no cars, and only a few motorbikes used for deliveries and luggage. It was immediately a refreshing change of pace. I grabbed a large fresh fruit smoothie and wandered along Pattaya Beach, hundreds of brightly coloured long-tail boats bobbing just offshore. As the sun began to go down, I stopped for a bite to eat at one of the beachside cafes under a canopy of swaying palms, feeling completely relaxed. 

Pattaya Beach

Pattaya Beach

Day 151 – Koh Lipe

I woke early in the morning on my first full day in Koh Lipe, walking the short distance to Sunrise Beach to watch the day break. Shop owners and vendors were already up and about in the near-dark, swiftly organizing wares in their stands, from fresh tropical fruit and handicrafts, to Thai pants and freshly caught fish.  

Fish Vendors in Koh Lipe

As the hazy, pink sun rose over the Andaman Sea, the humidity and heat quickly intensified.  I walked along the length of the beach, watching hundreds of moored longtail boats cast long shadows across the rippled sand.  These traditional boats have become synonymous with travel to Thailand, and are much photographed due to their iconic wooden frame, brightly painted hulls, and decorations of garlands, ribbons and flowers on the prow.

Historically these boats were made entirely by hand, with the craft passed down from generation to generation. In Thailand, there is a widespread belief that spirits are found throughout all aspects of life, and this is no exception with the longtail boats. There is a belief that every tree has a guardian spirit, and when it was cut down to build the boat, the spirit continues to live in the body of the boat and protect it.  There is also a belief in a water spirits and a spiritual goddess of boats. Thus, all of the decorative ribbons, garlands and flowers on the boat prows are intended to pay honour and respect to these spirits, who in turn ensure safe voyage and prosperous fishing. As I meandered along the beach, there was something mesmerizing about watching these decorative sashes and garlands sway in the morning breeze. As the island began to wake up, the calm of the sunrise was replaced by the whir of longtail engines getting started. Most of these boats are powered by converted car engines, attached to a 2-meter “tail” with a propeller at the end. Standing at the stern of the boat, captains pull the motor from side to side, manoeuvring their boats over the shallow coral reef. 

I returned my guesthouse and tucked into a delicious smoothie acai bowl, before heading out to the beach for the day, with not a plan in the world aside from some reading and R&R, as I was planning to go diving for the following two days. I was incredibly grateful for such a perfect day in paradise.  

90% of my Koh Lipe Diet

Day 152-153 – Diving on Koh Lipe

I spent the following two days in Koh Lipe scuba diving with Adang Sea Divers. Thailand had been a place where I had wanted to go for diving for years – and it did not disappoint! Just beneath the turquoise waters offshore was an incredible rainbow of coral, home to over 25% of the world’s tropical fish! I was glad to have had such thorough training in Australia a few months earlier, as my experience diving in Thailand was much more informal, where they expected me to already know what I was doing! 

Attempt at an Underwater Selfie

The first day of diving, my guide Max took me on my first drift dive around the nearby island of Koh Yang. This was much more challenging for me than I expected, as I was unused to the currents and kept automatically kicking my flippers. The result was me using up my oxygen very quickly – to the point where I needed to use Max’s secondary respirator so I didn’t run out of air. Given that we were 16 m underwater, the situation in and of itself also made me breathe harder! I was very thankful for all of the emergency underwater drills I had recently done in my SSI course, as I was able to switch respirators underwater without a hitch. Our second dive at Pattaya Corner was much better, as I practiced breathing more slowly and regularly, maintaining my depth, and relaxing my body as the tidal currents moved us along the wall of coral. Max later told me that the tides were particularly strong as we were nearing the full moon! On this day, a few cool underwater creatures we saw were: blue dragon nudibranch, sea slugs, and cleaner shrimp. 

On my second day of diving, I went out with Becky, a Brit who had permanently relocated to Thailand. Since I had gotten my “sea legs” and comfort back the previous day, I enjoyed myself more on this day’s dive, and appreciated the sealife and incredible coral around me more. On our two dives at Steps and Koh Talu, we were lucky enough to see an incredible range of sealife: Cuddlefish, Seahorses (one of which was pregnant!), a Moray Eel, Dragonfish, Gorgonian Fan corals, Barrel Sponge corals, Bubble Coral, reef crabs, more nudibranches, Coral Cat Sharks, and Durban Dancing Shrimp. It was an absolutely incredible day, and I was in complete awe of tall the underwater life I had seen.  On our boat ride back to Koh Lipe, we saw some local fisherman, using an unusual technique to fish – while using a barrel of sand to weigh them down, they would dive off the edge of a boat, holding onto a long hose for oxygen as they fished, or gathered other seafood from the ocean floor. 

On my final evening, I picked up delicious Thai takeout at a local stall, and walked over to Sunset beach to catch the final rays of sun over the Andaman Sea. Heading back to my guesthouse, I crashed almost immediately – happily exhausted after the past 2 days of diving!

[lebritneeey]

Second Chance (1/??)

inspired by don’t wanna cry, lie again and second life & a little idea from reply 1997 and 1988.

genre: romance. fluff, angst, love rivals etc lmao pairing: y/n x ??? (svt)

a/n: hi guys! so my imagination started running after listening to dwc, lie again and second life on repeat lmao. i’ve always love reading angsty fics and so i came up with this series based on these three songs! disclaimer!! if there’s any similarity with other fics, it is coincidental, everything written here is based on my idea! no to plagiarism!! also, pics and gifs here are NOT mine! hope you guys enjoy this series i might be posting this on aff too so don’t be alarm if you come across it on aff! enjoy!

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What if you could get a second chance at love? What if it was the wrong time but the right person all along? Would you take it? This second chance?

Meet y/n, a 25 year old girl who had to revisit the city she once loved, Seoul. It was a city filled with both good and bad memories for her. When she left, she swore never to return. But here she is, back in Seoul, hoping to not run into a certain old flame that might reopen old wounds and remind her of how broken hearted she was back then.

prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2

chapter 1: the time where we all first met.

nov 2020, Incheon International Airport, 3:36pm (KST)

Y/n stepped out of the airport, pushing her luggage alongside her. She took a deep breath, exhaling as she busk in the cold air around her. She couldn’t experience weather like this back in Singapore so this is probably one of the things she missed about Korea. 

“Hey, y/f/n y/l/n!!” Y/n turned to the direction of her name being yelled. She smiled at the two people whom she hasn’t seen for quite some time. Choyi and Hana ran over to her and gave her tight hug. “Wow we were so damn excited when you texted us and said you were visiting!!” Choyi jumped up and down, grabbing y/n’s luggage. 

“Come on, we got a lot of catch up on.” Hana grinned as the trio went to Hana’s car. Instead of choosing to stay at a hotel, y/n chose to stay with Choyi at her new apartment. It was definitely bigger and nicer than the house they stayed during their college experience, the only difference is that Hana won’t be staying with them as she got married to her long time boyfriend. 

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Seoul, 5:43pm (KST)

“wow Choyi.. this place is definitely an upgrade compared to the house we lived in back when we were in college!” Y/n eyes widened as she stepped into the apartment. The living room spacious, there’s an open kitchen and counter along with four bedrooms and two medium sized bathrooms. 

“Well, thankfully the very first job I got paid me quite well plus I just got promoted so this apartment was worth the investment.” Choyi said as she led Y/n into the guestroom. “Here is your room for the next few weeks!” Y/n sat her luggage at one corner as she sat on the bed. “Thank you so much for the offer Choyi, I’d rather stay here and catch up with you and Hana rather than staying at a hotel despite my company paying for it.” 

“Then unpack later y/n! I brought some food for you to enjoy~” Hana yelled from the living area. Oh how she missed the girls, Y/n smiled as she spotted a few korean delicacies on the table. Aside from the weather, she definitely missed the food here as well. 

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7:32pm (KST)

“So you guys didn’t want a wedding at all?! Why not?!” Y/n asked Hana as she took a sip of the kimchi stew in front of her. Hana shrugged, “it was quite a hassle so we went for a small ceremony instead. I’m sorry for not inviting you, I just thought you didn’t want to be back here in Seoul.” Y/n shook her head, “It’s alright, but I have to be there next time for your future child’s hundred day old party okay?” Hana gave an ‘okay’ sign as she grabbed more kimchi. 

As the evening passes by, the girls were sitting down around the sofa, reminiscing about their college life. “Do yall remember the time where I forgot to bring my keys and got locked outside for five hours cause you two were having classes so there wasn’t anyone to open the door for me?” Y/n burst out laughing when Hana mentioned the incident. 

“Omg, I remembered when you called me five times while I was having my lecture and i got a little annoyed so I picked up and yelled at you forgetting that I was in a hall full of hundred students.” Choyi laughed as she continued, “y/n was beside me and she was having second hand embarrassment.” Y/n nodded in agreement, giggling. “I sure did.” 

“What about the time when Yoojin confessed to Choyi but she turned him down cause he didn’t drink bubble tea at all?!” Y/n nudged the girl while chuckling. “Hey, I drink lots of boba so I expect my future husband to drink boba too!” Hana and Y/n shooked their head, wondering what was Choyi really thinking then. 

“OMG, remember the first month into the semester and we got to see the Golden Disk Awards live FOR THE FIRST TIME?!” Choyi squealed as she started listing the bands that were at the award show not before getting shushed by Hana. Choyi looked at Hana quizzically for a second before she went into a “oh..” and they both turned to look at Y/n. 

The two girls knew Choyi had hit a spot when she mentioned the time where they went to see some kpop bands performed live at the GDA awards. Y/n went silent for a moment before smiling, “it’s fine you two. You don’t have to watch what you say around me, really. I’m okay.” 

Silence filled the air for a few minutes before Hana spoke, changing the subject and attention onto other things. 

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Flashback: Jan 2017, Seoul

"...therefore you are all expected to hand in the five page essay by the end of this month. Understood? Alright, see you all next week.” 

Y/n sighed as she packed her stuff. It’s a few weeks into her exchange program at Yonsei university but she’s starting to feel the burn just by receiving her assignments. Just gotta find the silver lining.. she thought as she walked out of the lecture hall. 

“Y/n!!” Choyi ran towards her, catching her breath as she stopped in front of the doors to the lecture hall. “Choyi! I was wondering where you were.” Y/n noticed the disheveled hair and the unzipped backpack and chuckled, “did you woke up late from your afternoon nap at the library?” 

Choyi pouted as she peeped into the lecture hall. “Class has ended?! So fast?!” Y/n shooked her head and look at her watch. “Not really, professor lee ended right on time.” The pair started walking to the main foyer of the campus and sat down on a bench. They were waiting for Hana to finish her classes so that they could walk home together. Choyi and Y/n were both communications major thus they have the same classes whereas Hana is a business major. 

“Hello children~” Hana walked over to the girls, calling them in a happy tone. “Why do you sound so happy?” Choyi asked as the three of them start walking out of the campus. 

“Because..” Hana stopped and pulled three tickets out of her bag and waved it in front of Choyi, “you’re are going to thank me for these Choyi dear!” Eyebrows raised, Choyi grabbed a ticket from her hand while Hana passed another to Y/n who took it, feeling confused. 

“OH. MY. GOSH.” Choyi exclaimed as her eyes widened. Y/n read the words on the ticket. 

Golden Disc Awards 2017

“Golden Disc Awards? Isn’t it that music award show?” Y/n asked before flinching at Choyi’s screams. “YES. THAT AWARD SHOW. WHERE ALL MY FAVORITE KPOP BANDS ARE GOING TO BE PERFORMING AT!!!!!” Hana smirked at Choyi’s excitement. 

“Bands like IOI, EXO, BTS, Monsta X annnnnnnnnnd” 

Hana turned to Y/n, “wait for it..” 

“SEEEEEEVEEEEENTEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!” Choyi screamed and jumped around which caused the people around them to give the trio weird and dirty looks for making so much noise. But clearly the girl didn’t care. She grabbed Y/n by the arm, still jumping up and down. “Omg, y/n you’re gonna love them. LIKE A CHANCE TO SEE THEM LIVE OMG.” 

Y/n chuckled at Choyi’s excitement, “sure why not? I could use a tiny break from the upcoming stress.” Hana reached down her bag and pulled out three passes. “You are going to love me ten times more because.. we got backstage passes too!” 

Choyi stopped jumping and turned towards Hana. “OH. MY. GAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

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Enroute to the GDA 2017, Seoul, 3:28pm (KST)

The girls were on the way to the Golden Disc Awards with Hana as the driver while Y/n sat beside her in the passenger seat and Choyi at the back (because she couldn’t stop rambling on and on about who she’s going to ask for an autograph later). 

“I still cannot believe you hid the fact that Joohyeon oppa works at freaking Pledis Entertainment!!!” Choyi crossed her arms and made a ‘hmpf’ sound as she stare out the window. Hana shrugged as she eyed on the road. “You never ask~” It turns out that Hana’s boyfriend of three years was a dance trainer at Pledis Entertainment thus she was able to get the special passes and tickets to the award show. 

“Which band do you wanna meet later on Y/n?” Hana asked. Y/n pondered for a while, she don’t really know much about kpop and who were active in the scene. “I don’t know a lot of bands but since Choyi wants to meet Seventeen, then I’ll just follow her.” Y/n smiled as Choyi nodded in agreement, “good taste Y/n!” Hana rolled her eyes but smiled as she continued the drive towards the venue. 

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GDA 2017, Seoul, 5:03pm (KST)

The girls met up with Hana’s boyfriend, Joohyeon who brought them backstage. The red carpet was over so the celebrities were all in their dressing rooms getting ready before the show starts. 

“Oppa, is Seventeen in their dressing room? Choyi is getting a little impatient.” Hana nodded towards the back and sighed. Joohyeon chuckled as he pointed to the front of the corridor, “They’re just in front.” 

Y/n looked around backstage, staffs were running here and there, some were carrying bags full of makeup while some were carrying a bunch of outfits. What seemed like a bunch of celebrities were also walking around, she could easily guessed they were members of a kpop band judging by their bling bling outfits, hair colors that popped and very thick makeup. 

So this is how it feels seeing celebrities up close.. Y/n thought as she walked with the girls towards Seventeen’s dressing room when all of sudden she needed the washroom. “I gotta go to the bathroom, you guys will be at the room in front right?” She asked Choyi who absent-mindedly nodded as she stared at more celebrities passing by. 

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5:08pm (KST)

After using the washroom, Y/n came out only to find the area she was at so much more crowded compared to a few minutes ago. How the heck did it get so crowded now?! She tried finding her way to the corridor she was at before but it seemed like it disappeared. Am I lost?! 

Y/n looked left and right, wondering which way to go. She knew Hana and Choyi were most likely at Seventeen’s dressing room so she just gotta find her way there. But no one seemed free enough to help her and people were hurrying here and there. Right when she was about to take out her phone to call one of the girls, a voice appeared behind her. 

“Excuse me, are you lost?” She turned to see a good looking guy smiling at her. He’s definitely a celebrity, despite him wearing a normal outfit, the hair and makeup gave it away. But damn, this guy is handsome though he seemed familiar somehow.. 

“Uhm.. yes. I looked like a lost sheep isn’t it?” Y/n sheepishly asked as she rubbed her arms in an awkward manner. The guy chuckled as he asked her where she needed to go. 

“Oh, my friends are at Seventeen’s dressing room!” She pointed out. The guy’s eyebrows rose in surprised, “oh? I’m headed there too. I’ll bring you.” He nodded in the direction they were supposed to go. “Follow me.”

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Seventeen’s dressing room, 5:19pm (KST) 

“Y/n! What took you so long?” Hana asked as Y/n entered the room. “I got lost but no worries, I found my way thanks to that guy.” She whispered back and nodded towards her helping hand. Hana was about to question more but got interrupted. 

“Say the name! Seventeen! Hello, we are Seventeen!” The members introduced themselves to the girls and Joohyeon spoke, “alright, guys remember what we have practiced so far for the performance later on! Fighting!” The members cheered in reply as they scattered to get ready for the show, in particular, the guy who brought Y/n to their dressing room took his seat at the dressing table while staffs begin touching up his makeup and hair. 

So he’s a member of Seventeen, no wonder I find him a little familiar just now.. He looked up and gave a small smile to her and went back to browsing through his phone. 

While Choyi was busy asking for autographs and pictures, Y/n spotted a cute polaroid film camera on the dressing table. That film camera is cute, it looks like it’s been decorated nicely.. “Whose is this? It looks nicely decorated” Y/n asked the staff at the dressing table. “Ah this, it belongs to --” 

“SEVENTEEN, get ready in five minutes!” A staff hollered, making everyone scramble and thus the busyness starts again. “Y/n, we gotta find our seats!” Hana said as she pulled Choyi away, stopping her from being over zealous towards the members. Y/n nodded and left, not before smiling politely at a few of them as she made her way out. 

“Hyung, one of them is your girlfriend right?” Hoshi asked Joonhyeon. “Yup, the other two girls are her friends.” 

“They’re both pretty! Especially the quiet one.” Jun pointed out cheerfully. Some members nodded in agreement. “The quiet one? Oh is it that girl who passed by me on the way out..?” S.Coups asked no one in particular. “I think the bubbly girl was cute, she’s really a big fan of us!” Dino exclaimed while Woozi rebutted, “nah, she’s a little too loud and noisy.” 

“Jeonghan hyung, where did you go just now? I couldn’t find you after I raided the vending machine, man it was so crowded outside” Vernon asked the older guy. “Ah, I went to the washroom, must have eaten something bad.” Jeonghan sighed as he sat down, waiting for the staff to signal them. 

“SEVENTEEN, time to get to your seats!” A staff announced as the members scrambled out of the dressing room. 

“Oh, almost forgot about this! Better keep it safely so I won’t lose it~” One of them grabbed the polaroid camera and stuffed it in his bag before running out of the dressing room. 

////

nov 2020, seoul, 9:26pm (KST)

Y/n was halfway through unpacking her luggage when Choyi knocked on the door. “Come in!” 

Choyi popped her head through the doorframe, “need any help?” Y/n shooked her head as she put away her remaining clothes into the wardrobe. “I’m almost done, it’s fine~” Choyi nodded and came into the room with a box. “I wanna pass you this..” She handed the box over to y/n. “When you left Korea that day you forgot to pack this so I kept it for you. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it back but I’ll just let you decide. It’s fine if you don’t wanna keep it, I can help you throw it away or something.” 

Y/n opened the box and inside it were albums. SVT’s albums to be exact, all signed with personalised messages addressing to y/n. “I remembered every time one of these was produced, be it mini album or a full length one, the boys will always gift us a physical copy. But we all know yours was always special.” Choyi looked at Y/n gently. 

Y/n kept quiet as she flipped through each album to a certain page. Gosh, it’s been so long since she saw these - pictures of him. Tears started filling her eyes as she read those loving messages from him to her. Upon seeing y/n about to cry, Choyi immediately wrapped her arms around y/n’s shoulders. “Oh no, I am so sorry y/n. I shouldn’t have kept this box in the first place knowing it’s going to remind you of--” 

“No no, it’s fine. Thank you though Choyi, I appreciate the thought.” Y/n assures Choyi. 

“I’m back with the chicken and more beers! Time for supper!” 

Y/n and Choyi heard the door closed. “Hana’s back with chimaek! Come on, some nice snacks with cheer you up!” Y/n nodded and packed the albums back into the box one by one before leaving the room not knowing that a piece of photocard had slipped out and dropped onto the floor, under her bed. 

[anotherspnfanfic]

New in Town

A/N: I needed more firefighter Dean in my life...

Word count: 1500 ish

Every day around lunch time you would go for a long walk. Occasionally a run, but only on a really stressful week.

Today was no different. You pulled on your favorite yoga pants and tank top, put on your tennis shoes, and headed out the door.

You made it about 3 blocks before you started feeling a bit lightheaded. You figured you just hadn’t had enough for lunch and decided to keep going.

Six blocks in and you were feeling a bit like you had already walked several miles.

“Maybe I’m coming down with something,” you mumbled to yourself.

You decided to head back towards home. Two blocks in you were not sure you could make it all the way there. You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath and your heart was racing.

Something was wrong.

“Is this what a panic attack feels like? Am I having a panic attack?” you thought to yourself.

You turned down a street you had been down a few times since you moved in a few months earlier. Half a block down you could see the fire station.

You could see the doors open, one of the trucks pulled out front. Then you noticed Dean, Sam, and Benny moving around the apparatus floor.

Dean was the first to notice you approaching and headed in your direction.

“You can’t keep spoiling us with baked goods all the time,” Dean started. As he closed the distance between you, you saw concern appear on his face.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Not really. I’m lightheaded and short of breath and I don’t know. I feel like I’m gonna pass out. I walk miles every day. But I’ve only gone a few blocks,” you babbled.

You had barely even noticed that Dean had taken your wrist in his hand to check your pulse as you talked.

“Am I having a panic attack?” you asked him.

“Have you ever had a panic attack before? Or anxiety?” he asked.

You shook your head a bit more roughly than you intended, immediately making yourself dizzy. Suddenly you felt like you were falling.

“Shit,” you thought you heard him mutter followed by a whistle, but it sounded so far away.

“Ow,” you mumbled as you peeled open your eyes. Taking in your surroundings, you realized you were now in the back of the ambulance.

Dean’s hands stilled momentarily from monitor leads he was applying to your chest.

“What hurts, sweetheart?” he asked, resuming his task.

You turned your head to find Benny placing an IV.

“He stabbed me, that’s what,” you told them. They chuckled.

“Sorry, darlin’. We gotta make sure you’re not dehydrated,” Benny drawled.

You closed your eyes again wanting nothing more than a little sleep.

“Nope. I need you to try to stay awake for me,” Dean told you.

You whined but pried your eyes open once again. As you did, Dean placed a nasal cannula in your nose.

“BP is 100/66,” Sam stated.

“Looks like SVT, rate of about 195,” Dean shared with Sam and Benny, “rapid bolus 250 ccs normal saline.”

“No change,” Benny announced a couple minutes later.

“Alright. 12 mg adenosine,” Dean directed to Benny before turning to you, “this might be uncomfortable for just a minute but then you should feel better.”

“How uncomfortable?” you asked grabbing his hand.

“Adenosine is in,” Benny announced.

Nearly instantly it felt as if someone had punched you square in the sternum. You heard the long beep coming from the heart monitor. Reflexively squeezing Dean’s hand.

“Just breathe, you’re okay,” you heard Sam reassure.

Then as quick as it started the pain was gone. You felt a bit better right away, immediately realizing you could no longer feel your heart pounding.

“Sinus rhythm, rate is 90,” Dean announced, “much better. Sammy, you’re driving.”

“Now can I sleep?” you whined as Sam jumped out of the back and closed the door.

“Sorry, sweetheart, not til the doc says you can,” Dean said, sympathy in his eyes.

You felt the ambulance start to move and heard Sam telling dispatch they were enroute to the hospital. You didn’t even notice you had closed your eyes.

“Open your eyes, darlin’. Tell us somethin’, maybe how to make those delicious cookies of yours...” Benny said.

You laughed, opening your eyes to hopeful looks on both of their faces.

“Sure, I could tell you... but, unfortunately, then I’d have to kill you,” you informed them.

“I’d like to see you try,” Dean teased.

“Family secret... actually, I’m the only one left that knows,” you revealed sadly.

“You don’t have any family?” Benny asked.

You simply shook your head.

Then you felt a strange flip flopping sensation in your chest.

“Couple PVCs,” Dean stated.

“What is happening?” you asked, worry getting too much.

“You’re having some arrhythmias, we can’t really know why. The doctors will run some tests to figure out exactly what’s happening and how to treat it,” Dean explained to you.

You felt it again, a few back to back, then the dizziness and the racing heart feeling was back. You groaned and closed your eyes hoping to will it away.

General POV

“Son of a... Sammy, step on it. She’s back in SVT, rate is 205,” Dean said.

“You wanna try another dose of adenosine?” Benny asked.

“Uh, yeah. 12 mg. Sweetheart, can you open your eyes for me?” Dean said running a hand down his face.

“It’s in,” Benny stated.

You hadn’t opened your eyes this time. Again, they heard the long alarm on the monitor, this time though your heart jumped straight back into SVT.

“Crap. Come on, kiddo, wake up,” Benny said.

“Can’t push another dose. Carotid massage,” Dean said, tilting your head away as he started to massage.

“Still no change,” Benny stated a few moments later.

“Pulling up,” Sam hollered from the front.

As the ambulance came to a stop the doors were pulled open.

Dean and Benny gave the rundown of your condition. “Second dose didn’t convert the rhythm and neither did a carotid massage,” Dean finished as the gurney came to a stop in a room.

“Okay, charge the paddles to 50,” the doctor directed to a nurse.

“Clear,” he announced as he placed the paddles on your chest, discharging them a moment later.

“We have sinus rhythm,” the nurse stated, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Reader POV

Two days later you were bored out of your mind watching terrible daytime TV. Recovering from cardiac ablation to correct your arrhythmia permanently.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you heard the familiar voice from the doorway.

“Dean! What are you doing here?” you asked smiling.

“Had the day off. Thought maybe you could use some company, how are you feeling?” he asked. He had one arm tucked awkwardly behind his back.

“You’re too sweet! I am a little sore, and so bored. Whatcha got in your hand?” you said.

“Umm, well, the guys and I... wanted to do something for you. We can’t bake, so we thought maybe you’d like this...” he rambled bashfully, pulling out a teddy bear. It was light brown with a little fire fighter outfit.

“Oh my god. That’s the cutest. I love it! Tell the guys I said thanks,” you said, smiling.

“Done. So how much longer they keeping you?” he asked.

“Rumor is the might be letting me go home tomorrow, fingers crossed,” you told him.

“Awesome. Hey, where’s your phone?” he asked, smirking.

You pointed to the table on the opposite side of the bed where it was plugged in.

“Why?” you asked, suspicious.

He walked over to it handing it to you to unlock, “I’m adding my number for you. You need anything at all while you’re recovering, call. Even if it’s just company for movie night,” he winked.

“That’s sweet. I don’t want to bother you,” you told him.

“It’s no bother, I promise. I’d love to get to know you better,” he explained, grabbing your hand and giving a gentle squeeze.

“I’d like that too,” you smiled.

“Okay, well, I will let you get some rest,” he said turning towards the door.

“Umm, would— I mean, maybe— could you sit? Or do you have somewhere to be? It’s just nice having company, even if I sleep through it,” you rambled nervously.

“Gladly,” he replied simply, pulling a chair next to the bed. “Get some rest, I’ll be here.”

Two weeks later...

You heard a knock at your front door, opening it to reveal an apologetic looking Dean.

“Sorry I’m so late, there was a fire right at the end of shift. I have your favorite though,” he explained lifting a bag of take out.

“It’s okay, it’s the risk I take having a fireman for a boyfriend,” you said.

“Boyfriend, huh?” he teased.

“I’m hoping...” you responded.

“I think I could get use to that,” he smiled leaning down to give you a gentle kiss, you kissed back hard, he pulled away, “food first, babe, I’m starving.”

[hiddnpclmshq]

       HIDDNPCLMSHQ EVENT 002 - AUCTION NIGHT !

spotted: the gates of hidden palms swinging open for parents that ditched their children in their summer playground for a trip to the maldives or saint tropez. an influx of private jets and helicopters flying into our little town. we hear even those who have been absent all summer are finally making an appearance. rental houses and any reputable hotel nearby are all fully booked, welcoming the elitist back. and finally ---  an assistant bursting out into tears, fleeing the doherty’s villa enroute to their therapist, clipboard tossed into the bushes entering their lyft with nothing but a mild case of ptsd. we hear it’s the third one this month - and it’s all thanks to the one and only mrs. doherty. this, we assume— can only mean one thing; the annual doherty charity auction is just around the corner.

party planners run in and out of the house, carrying large vases filled with the most beautiful arrangements - each more grandeur than the next. contractors coming in to turn their house into an opulent event space, removing any traces of home aside from a few photos of the host and her golden family. the villa has become a revolving door of chefs bringing the doherty’s their signature dishes in hopes that they’ll be chosen to cater one of summer’s most talked-about evenings.

 paintings imported from italy and france, trips to exotic private islands, antique cars and everything in between are all what’s up for bid this year, all proceeds going to the youth in arts organization.  as usual, mrs. doherty expects nothing but perfection in her house - everyone to be on their best behavior - it is a silent auction, after all. a strict formal dress code has been enforced and a date who’s been waltzing since the age of 6 (at the very least) is highly encouraged.

so finalize your fittings and looks for the evening; a trip to the tanning salon may not be needed but what about one to your facialist, to the waxing salon - or are you more of a laser person? hurry up and polish yourself into perfection - only 6 more sleeps and the night will be upon us. 

                                 OOC DETAILS UNDER THE CUT !

start time: friday, August 30 at 2:00 pm est

end time: saturday, September 7 at 12:00 am est

location: hosted by the doherty’s in their villa estate. the event is a silent auction with all proceeds going to the youth in arts organization. 

feel free to post photos of your outfits, social media edits and anything else your hearts desire. aside from the usual tags, please tag palms:event002 for anything event related. 

[petite-ursus]

So, it’s the first Monday of the new year and I’m back to eating prepped meals and going to my daily crossfit and etc. but I wanted to take a moment and log my body image over my two week vacation from planned outfits, “structured eating,” and weightlifting/heavy cardio (I still went for walkies with the dogs, obviously.)

So, as a preamble, I’m a woman and I grew up in the US, and I have semi frequent disordered thoughts about my body. Since I was in high school I’ve had an issue where I’ll be getting ready to go out and nothing looks “right.” My body looks “too big” and at worst I’ll end up having a full on panic attack and be unable to leave the house. It’s. Hm. Super frustrating, and something I’ve been incredibly embarrassed of, and felt powerless over.

I manage these anxieties way better as an adult, and especially over the past year I’ve gotten a really good handle over it.

I started crossfit which has done a lot for my mental health. Additionally I started being really intentional about my food, and my drinking has dropped from weekly to maybe once a month. I also use Sunday to plan out outfits, and I have around ten outfits which I Know look “good.” When I had a partner he would sometimes help me, but solo I’ve become much better at talking myself through those racing thoughts.

All of which is to say, is that I knew I’d be off two weeks. I expected to go off my structured eating, my planned outfits, and my exercise. I made my peace with it and on a whim I took a photo of my body pre-Christmas. I’ve been really consistent about my good habits and I was really happy with how I looked.

Over the two weeks off I absolutely ate a bunch of junk. Didn’t move my body as much as it deserved. I had a lot of random social engagements which I didn’t have outfits planned for. These events included drinking. My period was enroute and my hormones were furious. Subsequently my brain was absolutely fried... You guessed it, I had a panic attack prior to going out with some people for New Years because Nothing Looked Right.

12/31/19: Here is what a body image panic attack looked like for me at the glorious age of 27:

I’m taking shaky breaths. My heart is going haywire. I feel tears threatening to burst forth. I’ve tried on ten outfits. My room is now a mess of clothing which I will have to clean up. My brain feels as though it is stuck in a loop which I cannot break out of. I take a deep breath. I sit myself down.

“I’m fat. This looks bad. I’m huge. I bulge. My shape is disgusting. I was on such a good roll and now I’ve eaten like crap and I haven’t worked out and I’ve ruined all the hard work I’ve done.”

“Objectively none of that is true.”

“Well then it feels as though I’m huge in this.”

“Even if that is true and you’ve gained back twenty pounds and you look like an ogre... we know that being “huge” isn’t inherently bad. We know that being ugly is not an indication of anything. What are you actually worried about?”

“I don’t look good enough.”

“Okaaay but why do you need to look perfect? Or even “good enough?””

“If I don’t people will judge me. They’ll think I look stupid.”

“Would you judge someone based on how they look?”

“No.”

“Will any of the people you’re going to see really judge you based on how you look?”

“No.”

“And if they did wouldn’t that mean they sucked?”

“Yes.”

“So, lets take a few steps back. Since we know that it’s not bad to be fat we know that being fat is not what is actually making you feel bad. Is it fair to say, in essence, when you think, ‘I look huge’ the actual feeling you’re having is worry at not being worthy/accepted?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re accustomed to ascribing that insecurity to your size, because that’s something more tangible than general acceptance?”

“...Yes.”

”But gaining acceptance is not your body’s job. Beyond that, being worthy isn’t something someone else can give to you. And you already are accepted, that’s one of the reasons we have a thing to go to tonight.”

“... Maybe.”

“Yes. So what you’re feeling doesn’t actually have anything to do with how you look... You could wear pajamas and they’d greet you the same. And we really want to go out... Can we please settle on a thing, and leave now?”

And truthfully the answer was still no for an additional ten minutes, but eventually I made it out of the house ha. I texted that I was going to be late due to a panic attack, and off I went.

A day or two later I took another photo, and I put it beside the previous one, and guess what? Nothing about my body changed in those two weeks. Nada. The pictures could have been taken a day apart. I look the same.

Because my brain is a panicky bitch, apt to shut down at a breeze. But that’s ok, because I take care of it and the vessel it rides around in because I really love myself.

This is the first body related panic attack I’ve had in months and months. My routines and managing methods are working, and I’m seriously looking at this decade with a lot of goodwill.

And I really want to add, if you read through all of that is... If you rested your body, and ate foods you loved over the holiday you didn’t “ruin” anything. The body doesn’t work like that. Nothing changes in two weeks. We are what we make the consistent effort to be over our entire lives. Not two weeks at the end of the year. Just keep taking care of yourself.

[agl03]

Re Clark's pic on IG (WHEEE!): SHIELD logo on the car, SHIELD logo on YoYo's jackets. Cue confirmation that SHIELD is legit again! Any expanded thoughts on this?

Hi @ritalara

First the WE HAVE SOMETHING FROM SET PARTY!

Second the pick apart everything I can party.

Here are my pickups:

If Clark is directing then this is from the Premiere. Unless he’s doing another ep too???.

Shield vehicle and Elena has on a Shield Jacket with the updated Shield Logo that Mace brought in.

All out in broad daylight so yes, this confirms for me that Shield is indeed legit and out of the shadows again.  However, they could be operating outside of government control and more independently.

They are most definitely on earth, again more confirmation for me the team has split up.

Daisy and Jemma going for Fitz

Elena, May, Mack (Director is gonna stay on earth) are on earth dealing with whatever this is.

Fitz ??? Enroute home, with the girls, or been Fitznapped already.

Deke ???

Coulson ??? If he’s back he’s not in the kerfuffle at the museum.

They are at a Natural History Museum so our early “McGuffin” will be there.  Either a person and/or a thing.

Poop has hit the fan.  May and Elena are bleeding and covered with rubble.  So there has been some sort of fight.  Elena is bleeding from her ears and May her nose so possibly an explosion, sonic attack, or they’ve encountered someone with a weapon or powers that did that. 

May has light make up on, this could be a sign that she is still grieving for Coulson.

Her whole look reminds me a lot of Daisy’s EMO look early Season 4.

Not sure what that box thing is on Elena’s jacket.  Body cam so HQ can watch?  Weapon?  Some sort of new tech?  Nothing to do with filming.

Elena is in ‘bright’ colors.  We rarely have seen her outside of the black, white, grey, or green range of outfits so the light pants are different.  

That white stuff that is splattered might be paint or some sort of liquid.

Parts of Elena’s pants look wet or stained.

So I really take away there has been one heck of a fight here.

[awwishfulthinking]

A Look at Galaxy Angel II/3rd Manga Vol. 4

A bit of background info:

The Galaxy Angel manga series is comprised of three manga collections/stories in all--Galaxy Angel (five volumes), Galaxy Angel Beta/2 (three volumes), and Galaxy Angel II/3rd (six volumes). Galaxy Angel II/3rd covered the basic plot of the GA II game series, and features a new set of girls and a new male main character.

The entire Galaxy Angel manga series was being translated by Broccoli Books USA. Unfortunately, while they were in the middle of translating the Galaxy Angel II manga (called Galaxy Angel 3rd in Japan), the company was dissolved. So as of this date, only the first three volumes of this particular series exists in English.

It took me a few years, but I eventually managed to get a hold of the remaining three volumes (in Japanese) from the Mandarake online store. I’ll showcase some photos and make an attempt at some sort of summary for these last few volumes...

Starting with volume 4.

(As a note, all of my future posts relating to these volumes will be tagged with “galaxy angel 2 manga” on my blog.)

I am not going to make dedicated posts to the first three officially translated volumes (because I don’t have the time for that); but I’ll give a brief summary here because the manga’s story is significantly different to the game in some parts.

Volume 1:

Most of the former Angel Troupe/Angel-tai members have either retired or moved on to other military positions and are now spread out over Eden and Neue--with Neue being a new galaxy that was just discovered.

Eden and Neue are connected by a space called the Absolute, and that is connected to a Gate (appears as a giant ring in space) that has to be opened by a gatekeeper--who happens to be Milfeulle.

The people from Eden are trying to restore Neue, and bring more advanced technology to its people.

Kazuya (a Neue native) has been picked randomly by Milfeulle to be a member of the new Angel-tai/Angel troupe.

He’s the first male member to the team and is welcomed aboard the Luxiole by Apricot.

The next few chapters deal with Kazuya meeting the rest of the crew that are currently on the Luxiole (Nano-nano, Kahlua/Tequila, and the mechanics, medical staff, and other staff).

The Angel-tai’s main goal currently is to find other gatekeepers--as Milfeulle is the only known gatekeeper and is thus trapped within the Absolute for the time being (in a structure called the “central globe”). Apricot and Takuto (who is officially Milfeulle’s husband in the manga), really want to free her from what is essentially a prison.

Anyway, Kazuya is the designated pilot of a ship called “Braveheart,” whose purpose is to merge with the other Angels’ ships and boost their power levels.

Anise makes her debut by stealing the Braveheart and Nano somehow gets kidnapped as well in the process.

Volume 2:

The Luxiole gets an S.O.S message from Milfeulle but it cuts out before she can really say anything.

Anise and Nano are rescued from a fleet of enemy ships commanded by a woman named Dieta--and the Braveheart is taken back. Takuto commands the Luxiole to head towards the planet of Seldor, which is the planet closest to the Gate and the Absolute that Milfeulle is in.

The next two chapters following this scenario focuses on how Kazuya is beginning to develop feelings for Apricot and how he wants her to see him as a man (as Apricot currently just sees him as a replacement for her older sister, Milfeulle).

The next chapter after THAT has Anise becoming an official member of the Angel-tai to pay off her huge debt to Mint.

We get a sneak peek at Lily, who still has yet to join the rest of the Angels onboard the Luxiole.

Volume 3:

The volume begins with Forte staging a coup d'etat. She has taken both the Absolute and the planet Seldor (and King Soldum), and claims that she’s doing this because the Neue citizens have been “babied” for too long. Because Forte's attacking them with her fleet, Takuto and co. have to make an escape using chrono drive.

At Anise’s suggestion, they all resolve to visit the planet Magiic to gain supplies and allies.

En-route to Magiic, they need to make a stop at planet Pico and Femto to heal up Nano-Nano, who used up all her nanomachines healing people in the aftermath of Forte’s attack.

They manage to pick up Lily, also enroute to Magiic. She explains that Forte led the coup to prevent casualties to the hostages: the planet of Seldor and King Soldum.

Kahlua’s past is hinted at in this volume.

The gang make it to Magiic safely; but while they are touring a city on the planet, Dieta indirectly causes a building fire. This triggers traumatic memories in Kahlua and she has to be sedated and put into an emergency pod.

Now that we’ve gotten those out of the way, it’s finally time to delve into Volume 4!!!

DISCLAIMER 1: I do not know Japanese at all so a lot of these “summaries” will be based on info I’ve gathered from the translated volumes that were officially released; as well as the Galaxy Angel fan wikia. I don’t claim any sort of plot accuracy in these posts, I merely wanted to give a brief run-down (as best as I can) of what happens in these volumes.

DISCLAIMER 2: I do not want to scan these volumes for fear of damaging the binding, so I’ve only taken photos. I’m not a professional photographer and don’t have a nice fancy camera so these photos are not so great. Due to my work schedule and life stuff that I need to take care of, I don’t have the time to touch these up beyond resizing and cropping them. Sorry.

~Chapter 16~

Following directly from the events at the end of volume 3, volume 4 opens up with Dieta infiltrating the emergency pod Kahlua was put in. She exposes Kahlua to some sort of powder (I’m assuming it’s some strong alcohol-based chemical), which turns her into Tequila. Dieta then curses her by marking Tequlia with some sort of magical rune.

Ranpha (who the other Angel-tai members met on Magiic) finally meets up with Takuto and they have some kind of conversation; most likely relating to negotiations with the Magiic forces. Ranpha is now the ambassador on planet Magiic, so she would be the best person to convince the Magiic forces to ally with the Luxiole.

MEANWHILE, Kahlua/Tequila has been transferred to the Luxiole’s infirmary. She’s currently unconscious and everyone’s worried about her. The Angel-tai eventually leave so that Kazuya can watch over Tequila alone, as he was the one who saved her from the burning building.

Kazuya begins talking to the unconscious Tequila, apparently musing about how he saw Tequila (or some kind of apparition of her) appear to protect Kahlua when they were trapped in the fire. I think Kazuya also wonders about the bond between Kahlua and Tequila (or about how the split personality developed).

Tequila suddenly wakes up! But the curse Dieta puts on her activates and Tequila loses control of her powers and starts burning everything, including Kazuya.

Mimolette (Kahlua/Tequila’s cat familiar) jumps in at this point to place a protective shield around Kazuya... and an apparition of Kahlua materializes. Kahlua and Tequila converse, and Tequila somehow manages to calm down and overcome the curse put on her. Her clothes got burned off in the process, so Kazuya lends Tequila his jacket. Apricot walks in on the two in a... very compromising position and immediately walks away, much to Kazuya’s distress.

~Chapter 17~

Suddenly, everyone gets called to the Bridge--Dieta’s fleet has appeared and everyone gets ready to fight. Kazuya and Tequila arrive with Tequila still naked with only Kazuya’s jacket covering her, which causes Apricot to glare angrily at Kazuya.

Anyway, Kazuya and the rest of the Angel-tai fly out and prepare for battle. Dieta formally introduces herself to Takuto and co. (The weird cropping here is because Dieta’s outfit is super fanservicey and I don’t wanna get accidentally flagged.)

Kazuya’s ship merges with Tequila’s Emblem Frame (the Spell Caster) and there’s a big space battle. The merged ship is able to basically take out Dieta’s flagship (which Dieta is on). Tequila briefly remembers her magic battle with Dieta on planet Magiic. I mostly just took a photo of this page because it shows off Tequila’s cool outfit.

Tequila shows absolutely no mercy and completely obliterates Dieta’s ship... Everyone is happy that this threat is now gone, but Kazuya seems kind of shocked by Tequila’s actions. (Probably because it was so violent?)

Sometime later after the battle, Kazuya goes to the Luxiole’s park to relax. He meets with Tequila there, still wearing his jacket. Kazuya asks for his jacket back in annoyance, and the two somehow get to talking. Tequila reveals that Kahlua suffered a traumatic moment in her youth. She had tried to show off some fire magic to a friend named Mimolette (yes, it’s the same spelling as the name for her cat familiar); but Kahlua ended up scaring her friend away because of how powerful she was.

After this event, Kahlua was so mentally distraught that she developed a separate personality (Tequila) to cope. This personality ended up being the only one capable of using Kahlua’s magic well.

Back in the present, Tequila still seems upset about something (probably worried that people are scared of her because of her magic powers) and Kazuya reassures her. Tequila then jumps on top of Kazuya (as he’s lying on the grass) and teases him... but then suddenly transforms back into Kahlua, who does not remember anything that happened. Apricot again catches the two in a compromising position, but this time Apricot beats up Kazuya for it.

~Chapter 18~

Somewhere in the Luxiole, Croix and Coronet (the mechanics) end up finding some kind of fancy looking white Emblem Frame. (I have no idea where they found it or how.)

The story then switches right into a dream that Apricot is having. She dreams about her older sister Milfeulle baking sweets... who then transforms into Kazuya. Kahlua and Tequila then appear by his side, and Apricot wakes from her dream with tears in her eyes. She begins to wonder about how she really feels about Kazuya. Does she still think of him as merely a replacement for her sister?

Everyone gets called to the Bridge where Takuto reveals some good news: Ranpha seems to have managed to convince the people of Magiic to lend their aid to the Luxiole.

(And she also looks beautiful on this page)

Apricot and Tequila end up talking things out, while Kazuya and Anise hang out in the hangar to marvel at the fancy new Emblem Frame. Kazuya suddenly feels compelled to touch the ship and it reacts to him, opening up to reveal an injured girl.

She’s taken to the infirmary (where I assume she’s healed up by Nano Nano) and Takuto calls everyone to the briefing room to talk about the girl and the mystery ship. Nano Nano says some things about what she’s found out about the mysterious girl but I don’t understand any of it because I don’t know Japanese.

SUDDENLY Tequila and Apricot show up, in switched outfits/hairstyles. I’m assuming this is all Tequila’s attempt to pull Apricot out of her funk or get Kazuya and Apricot together. Tequila uses her magic to shove Apricot onto Kazuya and that goes about as well as you would expect.

~Chapter 19~

Mystery girl has woken up and is now hiding out in the park. For some reason surrounded by piggies.

Judging by the sudden increase in complex shading, this is most likely a colored page in the magazine (that this chapter was originally published in) that unfortunately got reduced to a grayscale printing in the volume release. Anyway I did find a color version of this picture on some sort of trading card thing so here you go:

(It’s more apparent on a later manga cover, but mystery girl’s hair is silver--and her eyes are red.)

Anyway, we switch perspectives to Takuto and Kazuya. Kazuya is being grilled by Takuto because Takuto is curious about who the younger man likes. Takuto (correctly) guesses that it’s Apricot and Kazuya gets flustered and leaves.

Kazuya still feels bad or guilty (somehow) about the unfortunate circumstances with Kahlua/Tequila before, and decides to make some apology treats for Apricot. He finds her in the park, where Apricot has found the mystery girl sleeping.

Kazuya and Apricot talk to each other about... something. They accidentally wake up the mystery girl.

*insert a SCENE CHANGE here*

Honestly, from here on out I barely understand what’s going on because this whole sidestory is a manga original story so. Bear with me here.

Mystery girl does some magic techno stuff before formally introducing herself to the Angel-tai. (And she looks really cool doing so)

Her name is Mimoza and she’s supposedly a gal from the past... and I only know this thanks to the next manga preview blurb at the end of volume 3, for the never officially translated and released volume 4.

I think Mimoza starts telling the Angel-tai about her history and her travels or something... Anyway she mentions aliens. Not sure if she met with them or if she actually worked under them.

She then dramatically points out Kazuya because he’s special or something. And they are linked to each other through the Braveheart. Or something. I have no idea.

While Kazuya stays behind in the hangar to talk some more with Mimoza, the rest of the Angel-tai regroup with Takuto who asks the group if they consider Kazuya to be an important part of the team.

Mimoza then pushes Kazuya off the ledge either for funsies or for *dramatic effect* because she immediately saves him afterwards.

~Chapter 20~

(I hope tumblr’s resizing doesn’t destroy the quality of this photo further)

Without informing anyone, Kazuya and Mimoza fly out in Mimoza’s Emblem Frame to a nearby planet (Planet Cocoon)--which also coincidentally happens to be Mimoza’s home planet from I think 600 years ago. The entire planet has become a desert with some ruins scattered about.

After Kazuya brushes some sand off the ground, he manages to activate some sort of magic circle or portal.

Back on the Luxiole, I think the rest of the Angel-tai finally realize that Kazuya is missing. They also come to realize that they do consider Kazuya to be an important part of their team. And so they head out in their respective Emblem Frames to find Kazuya.

Back on the desert planet, Kazuya and Mimoza find themselves in an underground cavern.

Whilst traversing the caverns, Mimoza tells Kazuya about how she was separated from (I’m assuming) someone she was in love with; due either to a catastrophe or due to some invading forces. And she ended up (I guess) in some kind of time warp which sent her to the future.

Kazuya and Mimoza eventually discover a ship in the depths of the caverns, that looks almost exactly like Kazuya’s Braveheart. Mimoza is saddened when she finds the cockpit empty.

Mimoza and Kazuya then part ways here, as Mimoza decides to use this newly discovered ship to try going back to the past.

Kazuya then tries to make his way out of the caverns only to be chased by some kind of fearsome monster--which gets obliterated by Tequila.

The other Angel-tai members appear and there’s a happy reunion scene as they all return back to the Luxiole together.

Annnnd volume 4 ends there.

Bonus illustration page featuring Mimoza:

I will hopefully be able to get the posts of volume 5 and 6 out soon. This one was a beast of a post but only because I had to get all of the background info out of the way first.

See you next time!

[hellopromusic]

Itoshima Distance 

Lyrics: Mari-Joe Composition: Hoshibe Sho  Arrangement, Keyboard, Programming: Okubo Kaoru  Violin, Viola: Muroya Kouichiro  Alto and Tenor Saxophone: Takegami Yoshinari  Chorus: ANGERME, M!ho  

I'm using the another version because I feel it evokes the feel of the song better. Its very date like and has imagery from Kyushuuu, including a lot of things mentioned in the lyrics. Read the lyrics, then watch the video... this really is great stuff.

History

This song was in the the debut single of 4th generation member Kamikokuryo Moe and the last single to feature 2nd generation member Tamura Meimi.

As Itoshima is a city in Fukuoka Prefecture, the lyrics "suitou to" (好いとうと) and "yaken" (やけん) in "Itoshima Distance" are of the local Hakata dialect.

Some Landmarks in the Song

Kego Park 

Cosmos are Autumn flowers that bloom at Nokoshima Island 

Tenjin is a busy downtown section of Fukuoka City 

This is a song that came out when I had gone back to school and was not hardcore into H!P. I first heard it like a year ago. The outfits for the video and the music really cemented this song as one I would love forever. It was also one of the songs that helped relieve my "Tsunku stepping down" tension as I discovered Sho could make great songs as well. He can not replicate that "Tsunku" flavor, but Sho's songs were really good. Sho has blessed Angerme with some great songs, between him and Takui Angerme's post "Exclusively - Tsunku" discography is very nice.

Anyways this song makes me nostalgic for a place I've never been. Making me long to do activities I've never done, and drive in my car with a lover I've yet to meet. This could have been a super sexy kayokyoku song if it were slowed down a bit and they switched up the instrumentation. Mari-Joe's lyrics are great, but to get that kayo feel, there needs to be less words, but that’s neither here nor there... my pipe dreams, lol.

Song structure

The song is in f minor. The BPM is 120, and the time signature is 4/4. 

Intro Pre-verse 1 - Song's melodic theme Verse A1 - Doushita no Verse B1 - Chotto Matte Pre-Chorus 1 - Itsumo Chorus A1 - Suitou to Chorus B1 - Suitou to Pre-Verse 2 - Slutty Sax solo Verse A2 Verse B2 Pre-chorus 2 Chorus A2 Chorus B2 Bridge - Teasing Sax solo Chorus A3 Chorus B3 Pre-verse 3 - Song's melodic theme Outro

Lyrics

This song embodies too little too late. The protagonist in this song is a girl getting broken up with... Its that kind of sad song. So on a car ride home, the boyfriend breaks up with the protagonist and as they ride home. Her mind is filled with regret and denial. She remembers only the good times and likely has no recollection of the things that made the boyfriend want to break up. She believes in her heart of hearts that if the boyfriend remembers the goodtimes, he will choose her again.

I'm not sure if they live in Fukuoka City and are traveling to Itoshima, or the other way around. But  I, personally, love the image of a country girl being impressed by going to the big city and have a date, a little udon, some karaoke, like its a big deal. Then going home feeling like she was a city slicker and wanting to shake the country life. So I'm voting for them living in Itoshima. However all the Japanse fans seem to say they are on a trip to Itoshima, but in the end, it doesn't matter.

One of my favorite lines is when she talks about how she has looked through the car window so many times, seeing beautiful things, showing the window was a conduit for joy. But now in the reflection of the same window she now sees a person she loves, but doesn't recognize... oh its poetic. Its like, she associates so many good memories with the window, I guess they take trips often. But now, currently, at the moment, the window is a conduit for pain.

Composition and Arrangement

Instruments in the track are the piano, bongos, saxophone, strings, guitar, bass guitar. To paraphrase the great Maa-chan, You should give the instrumentals a listen from time to time. This one is great.

In this song I have less "oh that part was great" and its just overall a top tier song in my mind. I like all the parts and every section has at least 2 or 3 things I like. I would be here all day listing them. But if I had to pick a crowning moment of awesome, its the melody in the verses. It ebbs and flows like the waves crashing on an Itoshiman beach... That 7th and 8th bar in each of the two verses... just yes... Then they lead to that perfect rhythm on  "Itsumo." These guys are playing for keeps. I'm a huge fan of singing naturals in melodies, they give this sort tension that I love prolonging. Well in this melody they sprinkle a couple in for the music wotas like me. Probably my favorite use of it is in the chorus when they are singing the natural 3rd on Omoidashite (the "i") and Ano Machi parts (the "ma"). This is an example of "if the song was slower and had less lyrics" I would have loved it more. That natural 3rd could have been so much more satisfying, but instead its just (a very welcome) part of a vocal movement in the melody.

The song is sonically spacious. It feels as if there are only like 3 instruments playing at a time, so its not over crowded with musical ideas. The most prominent feature is the bassline that is just throbbing with sass. Sometimes there is more, but it just feel open like a trio and I appreciate that openess.

I don't think I've ever really talked about my musical foundation, but I come to music from (largely) Jazz and Video Game Music. My Jazz roots give me an affinity for live musicians in both performance and recording. I love lots of programmed stuff (ie. VGM), but a composition really shines when its played by live musicians. Which is why contemporary VGM is at a kind of apex for me (but that’s a conversation for another time). Anyways, whenever a Hello!Project song uses live musicians to record a part, it really makes me stand up and listen. In this song, Takegami Yoshinari came and laid down some sax solos for the song and it really shines because of it. It might be the most distinguishing sonic factor of the song. I heard other fans complain when Tsunku uses the same "sax riff" in multiple songs, well this one is all original and bespoke for the song. I'm sure H!P usually shys away from live musicians because its more expensive to tour with musicians and playing tracks for the girls lets them get used to the same musical experience. Anyways, even if its just in recording, I appreciate the live musicians in my pop music. Another reason to love H!P.

The strings are live as well by Muroya Kouichiro. A lot of the string's "emotion" that’s in this song are much better live, as opposed to synthesized. The way the notes are blended and stretched... these are the benefits of live musicians (not decrying programmed music, just highlighting the benefits of live musicians). The harmonies the violin and the viola play could be replicated with a synth (keyboard), but the uniform technique for both parts they play could not be replicated on the keyboard. For example, all throughout the songs the strings have these quick Glissandos to end the phrases where they start on one note and finish like a 3rd or a 5th lower in the span of one beat. In the first verse listen to the strings while Kanonon sings "Oshiyoseru," it does what I'm talking about. That sort of flourish is all throughout the song in the strings and it a bit difficult to synthesize, you only get those flairs from live musicians. The drums are programmed, but having a live percussionist would have pushed this to the max for me. But this is pop music and they are trying to appeal to the masses, not aural slutz like me, lol.

Also a word on M!ho, she has been featured on many a Sho song (not that she works exclusively with him or anything), and she makes an appearance in the background of many parts of this song including the Pre-verse (usually singing the "Ah"s and "Ooh"s). I think tonally, no one could match her in Angerme. In addition, M!ho is a professional, and it was probably MUCH quicker and easier to have her do those other harmonies. M!ho's vocal control is much stronger than any of the girls in the group (save probably Meimei).

Anyways, this review is just more of my fanboy ramblings...  My guilty pleasure...

Omake!

Found this thread on a Matome. DISCLAIMER: I'm no professional translate, if you see I made a mistake instead of ridiculing me, help me get better! I've left the Japanese for those who can read it, and those that can't have to suffer through my translations guwahaha~ Also this was translated after I wrote my review, so any similarities are coincidental.

48: 名無し募集中。。。＠＼(^o^)／

A song about a woman from Kyushuu's countryside (around Kumamoto?) who left Fukuoka city with a guy to go on a date in Itoshima, huh?

I suppose that in old school Enka there was often a situation where a woman from Northern Japan was leaving Tokyo and I wonder if we are in a period where women are leaving Fukuoka City.

九州の田舎（熊本あたり？）から福岡に出てきたな女が彼と糸島にデートしてたという歌だな 昔の演歌は北国から東京に出て来た女と相場が決まってたが 福岡に出て来た女というのが時代かなと思う

87: 名無し募集中。。。＠＼(^o^)／

>>48 At the moment there likely are a lot of Kyushuu women leaving Fukuoka city 今福岡に出てくる九州の女って多いらしいな

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96: 名無し募集中。。。＠＼(^o^)／

Even though its a song about Itoshima, somehow they didn't say the names of any of Itoshima's places... Kego Park and Nokoshima Island are right by Fukuoka City

糸島の歌なのに同地の地名が出てこないってどういうことだ？ 警固公園や能古島は隣りの福岡市だぞ

115: 名無し募集中。。。＠＼(^o^)／

>>96

This couple lives in Fukuoka and often was driving to Itoshima The protagonist remembered this retrospection of when they were enroute to Kego Park, Nokoshima Island, etc...

このカップルは福岡在住で糸島までよくドライブしていた その回想の途中に警固公園や能古島も行っていたことを思い出した

148: 名無し募集中。。。＠＼(^o^)／

>>115

If thats the case, even though they traveled to Kego park and Nokoshima Island, it would have been good if they would of incorporated Keya no Ooto (in itoshima), Marutaike Park (in itoshima, they also have an illumination event as well), or Meoto Iwa into the song.

だったら芥屋の大門、丸田池公園、夫婦岩を盛り込めばいいのに

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97: 名無し募集中。。。＠＼(^o^)／

Doesn't this song give more the impression of pop from the late 80's early 90's more than what they call Kayokyoku.

歌謡曲というよりは80年代末期から90年代初頭のポップスって印象

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267: 名無し募集中。。。＠＼(^o^)／

As opposed to Akina, isn't this closer to that area before Shouno Mayo, Kubota Saki, etc...? 明菜より前の庄野真代とか久保田早紀とかあの辺じゃないかね？

(Not gonna lie, I'm so excited I found some new Artists to research! Kubota Saki looks like BAE ver. 1.2.0)

[imaginetonyandbucky]

Tony is arrested post-Ultron and is held in the Raft. Bucky gets captured too, and held in the cell next to Tony's. They support each other through Tony's "interrogations" and Bucky's impending execution, and slowly fall in love. So when Steve arrives in the middle of the night to rescue Bucky, there's no way he's leaving Tony behind.

Combined with:

1014 Hello, you guys are the best, I LOVE this blog ❤ would it be possible to get some more protective Winter Soldier ?Like maybe Tony gets hurt (up to you as for how/why) and the WS comes right outand just turns into a big mother hen, fusses over him and everything ? (Btwit's obviously totally alright if this prompt doesn't get picked, I'll be happyto read anything you are willing to write and share ❤)

A/N warning for torture, starvation, water deprivation, seriousamounts of dub-con, suicidal ideation, past hydra trash party references,pre-slash, medical aftermath including a foley tube (catheter), not ClintBarton friendly, notparticularly Steve Rogers friendly, kissing, frottage, bonding over shitty experiences

Thanks to @mto-art for their artwork. A few weeks back, MTOapproached me with interest in doing a collab project. I tossed one of theabove prompts at them, and I got an art piece back in a few days. The fic waswritten about half before I got the art and half after. So, the art does notmatch up exactly with the fic (for instance, Tony’s got his hair, and neitherof them are in the prison outfits) but the sense of the fic; Bucky protectivelyover an unconscious Tony, trying to keep him from drowning and defending him…that carried through.  

This fic is four chapters long, approx 10,000 words, and has some cliffhangers.

Chapter One: Stark Men are Iron

Stark men are iron.

Tony Stark sat on the stone floor in his cell, wearing nothing butan orange prison jumpsuit. His hands were on the back of his neck. Absently heran one over his head. They’d shaved his head when he arrived. The stubble wasgrowing back in, but in another few days, they’d do it again. He supposed itwasn’t that bad; having no hair was probably better than having greasy, long,tangled hair that people could grab hold of.

He’d lost track of how long he’d been there, locked in this hole.

Oubliette. A place to throw people to forget about them,

Ross had figured it out. Wasn’t hard to do, really.

Blamed him for what Rogers had done; the break out at the Raft.Made Tony a scapegoat, if nothing else. And no one was going to come for Tony,were they?

Hell, it was possible that no one on the outside -- no one legit-- even knew he was gone. There were rumors that someone had finally crackedthe Life Model Decoy problem. A well programmed LMD could distract and confusefor a while.

There was no way to keep track of time; they fed him irregularly.Infrequently enough so that he was slowly watching himself starve to death.He’d probably lost at least ten kilos, just based on the fit of the jumpsuitthey made him wear. And what food they did give him was pretty unsavoury, threeof ten, would not order again.

He was dragged off to a shower every half dozen sleep cycles orso. Well past when he’d started to stink; he didn’t even notice his own bodyodor much anymore. He’d learned to take his jumpsuit off the moment he heardthe Cleaners coming. Being marched naked through the halls and to theshower-facility was unpleasant, but less so than the alternative. If he was stilldressed, they’d just throw him in the water anyway and it was fucking cold inhis cell. Sitting around in wet clothes was really damned uncomfortable.

He saw no one else, except the Cleaners, and a few times when They-- whoever they were, really -- had questions. There were other prisoners; Tonyheard them screaming sometimes. Occasionally, they heard him screaming. Butnone of them were close enough to communicate with.

Tony had been tortured before.

It didn’t get easier with practice.

(Mobile readers: more below the break)

There were questions. Sometimes they made sense. Sometimes he evenanswered them. It didn’t matter; he didn’t know any of the things they wantedto know. He had suspicions, but by the time Ross had him arrested --black-bagged really, he’d been unpersoned with brutal efficiency -- Rogers hadprobably already moved.

Tony found himself hoping so. That Rogers had gotten away; thatall the rogue Avengers were somewhere safe. He’d known, damnit, that Rosscouldn’t be trusted, that what Ross was really after was control of poweredpersons. Tony knew he wasn’t immune from that, but he’d thought, he’d hoped, byplaying the game, to buy them time.

His time was up.

Tony was going to die in that cell.

He tried to view the matter objectively; he’d always known deathwas the only outcome. It was a numbers game. Eventually, the house always won.Red, black, even, odds.

But Stark men were iron.

They were chipping away at his defenses, bit by bit. He wasn’timmune; even if his passcode was ridiculously long, they could try everycombination. Eventually, he’d break.

Stark men were iron. There was a deep coreinside Tony that knew nothing about surrender. It only knew survival.

Eventually he would break. Or die. But he saw days, weeks, monthsof pain and fear and suffering before that happened. He knew he’d long fordeath and be denied before they were done with him. That pathetic, mortal fleshthat would keep him tied here where he could do no good anymore, he could onlyhurt people he cared about. People he’d sworn to protect.

Perhaps, in the end, they’d turn him into a killing machine, likeBarnes before him. Like Romanov. Like countless others.

He’d lost track of the days; there was no time in this place. Heate, he slept when he could. They came and they hurt him. That was all therewas.

Tony wasn’t expecting it when the door opened.

It had only been two or three sleeps since his last “shower.” Theywouldn’t be in a hurry for that, despite it being its own kind of torture. Coldwater, harsh chemicals, the humiliation. Sometimes the guards would shock stickhim, just for fun.

He blinked. Even with his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, thecell was dark. The guards were mere shadows against the corridor lights.

Someone was shoved into his cell; they stumbled forward a fewsteps, hit the wall. Yelled, turned, but the door was already sliding closed.

The sound when they hit the locked door wasn’t a fist striking,not flesh against metal, but metal against metal.

It was loud, and Tony cringed away from it. Sparks flew, sendinglittle flashes of light, like hostile fireflies. The door didn’t budge or bendor break. Given what Tony was starting to suspect, that was unexpected.

The shadow stopped, after a while, panting for breath. Thenturned, took a few steps toward Tony. Yeah. One of these days, Tony wasactually going to be wrong about something, and it was going to be a good day.

James Barnes, aka the Winter Soldier, stepped closer. Close enoughfor Tony to see the glint of recognition in his eyes.

“I’m supposed to kill you.”

Yep.

Six weeks earlier

Coming out of cryo was nothing like waking up.

Pretty much the first thing he always did was puked. And not likea quick, simple, ate-too-much vomit, but retched until there was nothing leftin his stomach, and continued to heave until his throat was raw from stomachacid. Until he was spitting blood and until his lungs ached and his diaphragmwas strained.

Hibernation sickness would probably kill a man who wasn’tenhanced.

The horrified look on Steve’s face told Bucky that the Wakandadoctors hadn’t bothered (or hadn’t known) to explain. Or hadn’t done so inenough detail that Steve had believed them. Bucky didn’t care. What he did knowwas at least Steve was there. He patted Bucky’s back lightly, or kept one handon the back of his neck, or murmured nonsense that was supposed to bereassuring.

By the time that was over, the tingled had started. Pins andneedles didn’t even begin to cover it. More like dirks and daggers. Everymuscle in his body seized up, cramped, twisted, ached. Bucky’d beenthrough torture that wasn’t as imaginative and painful.

Finally, though, it was over.

“They figure it out?” That was the only reason Bucky had said theyshould wake him up.

“Stark did,” Steve admitted. “So he claims. Princess Shuri lookedover his process. She okayed it.”

Because of course Steve needed someone else’s okay, these days.Not that Bucky blamed him; Stark had good reason to want Bucky dead, andgetting him out of Wakanda under the guise of scrubbing the brainwashing wouldbe the only thing that’d do it. And Stark and Steve… didn’t trust each otheranymore.

Turned out not to matter; Stark’s quinjet -- along with Stark, andall his supposed brain-fixing equipment -- went missing. The whole fuckingthing just vanished enroute.

There were rumors that Ross -- or someone above Ross, eitherlegally or otherwise -- had been hoarding a team of enhanced persons. Eitherbrainwashed, or controlled, or had loved ones in hostage situations. Thepossibility was raised by the rogues that Tony had been taken in revenge forSteve’s mass jailbreak. A scapegoat. Maybe to lure Steve into making a secondattempt.

Woulda been a great plan, except Ross (theoretically, if it wasRoss. It might not have been. But in any case, the only people who knew howbadly the Avengers had broken themselves were in Wakanda and probably nottalking to Ross.) didn’t realize that Steve…

“You ain’t even gonna look for him?”

“Buck, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Steve protested. “Noone knows where he went down -- if that’s what happened. Or who would havetaken him.”

“So find out, punk,” Bucky protested. “You got a whole goddamn teamhere of spies and superheroes, here. Hell, you gotta fuckin’ witchqueen.”

“I am not going to ask the team to help find the man who lockedthem up in the first place,” Steve said.

It didn’t take much for Bucky to draw conclusions: Steve was stillangry with Tony because of the Accords, because of the fight in Siberia, andall that boiled down to Tony had -- with every good reason in the world, andeven Bucky wouldn’t deny that -- tried to kill Bucky. And Steve wouldn’tforgive him for that. Which meant, like every other Bad Thing that had happenedover the last seventy years that Bucky had even been tangentially involved in,this was his fault.

He didn’t argue with Steve. There was no point and it was justgoing to be exhausting.

He found Romanov, however. Told her what he was planning. She’dback his play, and she did. She knew about red in the ledger.

Some things you just had to do, no matter the cost.

The cost was simple; he fell right into the trap meant for Steve.

Tony didn’t bother to try to run. Where would he even go? The cellwas only ten by six, and a good two feet of that was taken up by hisridiculously tiny toilet and the seldom-functioning sink-tap. (All his drinkingwater came from there, and if he was lucky, they turned it on every ten hoursand he had to be awake, and have his jug underneath it when it started or he’dlose his opportunity and be damned thirsty by the time it turned on again. Thathad happened a few times. When his urine got thick and orange, he started tobecome worried that they were going to let him die of thirst. No such luck withthat, although it would have been excruciating, it would also have been quick.)

There wasn’t even a point to try to fight. In his suit, maybe, hewas a match for Barnes. When he wasn’t weak from the bad food, erratic water,and frequent torture. When he’d not been forced into solitude for -- fourweeks? Two months? He didn’t know -- and no room to stretch or exercise. Cold,all the time. He couldn’t fight.

Honestly, at this point, if Barnes wanted to strangle him todeath, Tony wasn’t sure he wouldn’t just say thank you.

“Well, get on with it, then,” Tony said. He didn’t move; hadn’teven bothered to look at Barnes since realizing who it was.

“I don’t do that, anymore,” Barnes said. He all but flopped downon the cell floor next to Tony, close enough to touch if they both reached, andonly not further away because there wasn’t that much room in the cell.

“Don’t kill people? There are some GSG9 guys whose families sayotherwise.” Might as well get this over with. Tony was good, very good, atpoking hornets’ nests, and while Barnes wasn’t the craziest fucker Tony hadever had to deal with, he shouldn’t be too hard to roust to some sort ofmayhem. The question would be, could Tony possibly direct it?

“I--”

“Look, Red October, what the fuck do you think happens to a normalhuman, even one wearing combat armor, when they get hit in the face with afucking cinder block?” Actually, that guy hadn’t died, and the doctors had beenimpressed with that, but he needed some massive corrective surgery and whilehe’d gotten his neck broken, there’d been no spinal damage. Tony wasn’t abovelying.

And he was just a little bit petty.

Okay, maybe a lot petty.

Like anyone was keeping score.

(Except him.)

So he wasn’t exactly surprised when Barnes shifted, and thenpounced.

Tony kept telling himself that he wanted to die, to go ahead andget it over with, not to struggle--

And then realized two things.

He couldn’t struggle; Barnes was strong, and Tony was usedto fighting in the suit, which made the man’s strength even worse. Barnes hadhis wrists pinned in mere moments.

The second was that Barnes wasn’t hurting him. He had Tony pinned,helpless, legs spread and Barnes nestled in between them.

Oh… oh, god, no.

“What are you doing?” Tony’s voice went up severalregisters. “Get off me!”

Tony had been through a lot of shitty, terrible, painfulsituations. Humiliated, tortured, betrayed, defeated… and he’d probably had sexwith a lot of people who didn’t have his best interests in mind, but--

“Get off me!” Panic flared. He bucked up, using the minimalleverage he had--

Tony couldn’t speak suddenly, because Barnes had his metal handover Tony’s mouth, and then shoved two of those shiny fingers inside. Tonycontinued to struggle, shaking his head from side to side and pushing at thosefingers with his tongue, trying to dislodge them.

“It’s all right,” Barnes said, low in his ear. In Italian,which Tony’s brain stuttered over a few times, trying to translate and then hefell into it. “I’m not going to hurt you, but they need to think I will.I don’t know how many cameras they have in here. I’m not going to do anythingwithout your consent.”

Tony went limp for a moment, confused. Barnes pulled those fingersout, slick with Tony’s spit and wiped them gently over Tony’s cheek, leaving awet trail. It was… weirdly seductive, kind of gross, and wholly unsettling. “Hateto break it to you, Gottlieb, but you’re already doing this without my consent.”

“Go ahead and struggle, it’s okay, you can’t hurt me,”Barnes said, and that was just insulting. And also, terrifying, because Barneswas right. Tony could struggle, a little, but Barnes was like a rock. Theservos in the metal arm made noises, clicks and whirrs, as Barnes flexed, keepingTony locked in position.

And oh god, Tony was going to be sick, because he literally waslike a rock. Barnes was sporting an erection against Tony’s thigh. Tonyredoubled his efforts, writhing and twisting, but all that seemed to do wasmake Barnes toss his head back and roll his body against Tony’s.

“No,” Tony gritted between clenched teeth. “Don’t you--”

Barnes interrupted that with a kiss, mouth moving over Tony’s,muffling the sound, swallowing down Tony’s protests. Barnes continued to thrustagainst Tony’s leg, and Jesus, if it hadn’t been so weird, and Barnes didn’thate him so much, Tony might have melted into the kiss. It’d been so long sinceanyone had touched him. Barnes licked his way into Tony’s mouth, and when Tonywent to bite down on that invading tongue, the metal thumb ended up in hismouth at the hinge, keeping his teeth apart.

“Listen to me,” Barnes whispered, mouthing down the side ofTony’s neck. “They want me to hurt you, they think we’ll save them thetrouble. Leave us somewhere and they can spin any story they want. If they --if they think I’m going to rape you, they’ll let it happen. So we need them tothink that’s what’s happening. So we can stay together. I am here to rescueyou.”

Barnes bit at Tony’s collarbone, and that was one of his weakspots. Despite his -- inspite of? Tony didn’t even know -- his revulsion, Tonyarched up into that with a stuttered, shocked groan.

Tony couldn’t decide what it was; the sensual sounds of Barnesspeaking Italian in Tony’s ear, the fact that nothing Barnes was doing actuallyhurt, and did, in fact, feel good to Tony’s touch starved and aching body, orthat Tony was really just that fucked up. But he was starting to get hard andthat was… that was… shit, shit, shit.

“Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?” Tony snarked.

Barnes didn’t even blink, but there was something about the wayhis mouth came down on Tony’s throat that implied a smile. So, Barnes was notas culturally deprived as Steve had been, maybe? “I have a plan. Two plans, actually,but you’re going to have to play along or neither of them is going to work.”

“And I’m just supposed to trust you?” Tony was incredulous.But he must, at least a little, because he was playing along, speakingItalian. He couldn’t seem to stop struggling. He was panting for breath; hismuscles burned from the futility of trying to get Barnes off of him.

Barnes pressed his jaw against Tony’s and what he said was fuckingsub-audible and how the hell did he do that? His voice travelled rightthrough Tony’s skull, but couldn’t have possibly been heard by anyone else.“Come with me, if you want to live.” It was the best, and most fucked up,impersonation of the goddamn Terminator that Tony had ever heard. And he didn’teven hear it with his ears, it vibrated through his jaw and teeth and directlyinto the tiny, delicate cochlear nerve.

Barnes’ metal hand was roaming all over Tony’s body, and there…fuck, what-- “Goddamnit, no,” Tony burst out as the zipper of his prisoncoveralls went down. And when had Barnes stripped himself, because that wasskin-on-skin and Tony was still pinned, helpless and--

“Go ahead and bite me,” Barnes told him. “It’s okay,it’ll heal, but we need the blood.”

Tony’s eyes widened, terrified and disgusted. “You cannot useblood as lube,” he protested, horrified.

Barnes ducked his chin at that and Tony was revolted to see he wastrying to hide a smile. “I’m not… oh, for fuck’s sake, just hurt me. Theyneed to think we’re fighting.”

“I am fighting,” Tony protested. Tony braced himself andbit down hard, because oh, god, if he really was going to get fucked by theWinter Soldier, he didn’t want to do it dry, but oh, Jesus, this was so…

Blood, coppery and brilliant, flooded his mouth, and Tony spat,and spat again; his stomach roiling and he was struggling, harder than he’dever fought before, God, no, he did not want--

“Sorry,” Barnes said, and then rocked against Tony’s thigha few more times, grunted and--

“Sorry about-- oh, god, gross,” Tony hissed as Barnes shothis load over Tony’s stomach and leg.

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