#That being said I am probably going to be more intense about the more recent things teehee✨🧡

[cerealmonster15]

btw sometimes I post blorbo prompt things and ppl send me stuff like “idk anything about dndads/twst but do x character from there” and I mean those ARE my two current main interests so I def never complain about that lol. HOWEVER. i still like other things shhfjfcjngbgbgb other stuff is still legal unless I guess I’m specifying?? I like other things!!!!! If we have a common interest elsewhere you can still choose those lol!!!

[thefailedabortioon]

|| Carlos de Vil & a crush • X F!Reader

warnings: n/a

authors note: it isnt mentioned who your parent is its up to you for that! mb if its messy i havent written an x reader in like an eon LMAO.

summary: carlos de vil tries to deal with a crush and has his first interaction since first seeing her. (alternate title: jay is an amazing wingman.)

word count: roughly 900 words

A red ball bounced off the wall of Carlos’ and Jay’s shared dorm. Dude chased after it, tongue sticking out as he panted. When Carlos received the ball back, it’d been completely soaked in dog slobber, earning a disgusted groan from him.

“Ugh, Dude.”

“What? I don’t have hands for paws!” The Brussels Griffon retorted.

Carlos rolled his eyes and turned over to Jay, who’d recently set up a little punching bag for training. It’s all he ever came to the room to do besides sleeping.

“What am I gonna do, man? Do you think she even likes me?” Carlos had recently taken a sudden interest in a girl that’d passed by him in the Great Hall… flowing dark hair, elegant clothes (she actually managed to make the uniform look good), and her face. God, her face. Carlos could stare at her for days. She’s seriously all he’d been thinking about.

“Chillax, she probably doesn’t even know your name.” Jay realized what he’d said and stopped hitting the punching bag for a second to look at his woeful friend, “Or… she does! And she’s curious about you too!” He tried to keep his spirits high and uplifting, surprising behavior for the guy if Carlos was being honest.

“I’m doomed.”

“Just talk to her, you coward!” Dude yipped, beady black eyes piercing into Carlos’ own. “You need to get to know her name first before you start thinking way ahead, you know?!”

Jay cut in, “Wait, you don’t even know her name?!” He cackled, running his both hands through his hair in amusement.

“Shut up! Oh my, God!” Carlos threw a pillow towards Jay, hiding his face behind his hands.

“It’s pathetic. Really!” Dude barked out, making biscuits on the pillow Carlos threw at Jay.

Carlos turned to his side, facing the wall. He hugged himself tightly, crossing his arms over his chest for comfort. He brought his knees down, letting his legs hang from the foot of the bed.

It didn’t take a while for Jay to finally take pity on him. He sat beside Carlos on his bed, muscular arms resting behind his back. “Sounds to me you really… like her.” If it wasn’t any more obvious. Jay snickered to himself. “What if I lend you a hand?”

At that, Carlos immediately shot up. “What?! What’re you going to do?! Talk to her?!”

“No, you idiot! You’re talking to her.” Jay said with a smug smile. Carlos wasn’t too fond of the idea, what if he messed up? What if the wrong words slipped out? Everything and anything could go wrong!

“No. No! I can’t! She’ll hate me!”

“Carlos.” Jay pulled Carlos to face him, hands gripping his shoulders, his eyes dug deep into Carlos’ own, staring back intensely at two circles of brown. “Man. The hell. Up.”

The other let out an exasperated groan, pulling away from Jay’s grip to let himself fall back flat on the bed.

It shouldn’t have been that hard, right? Jay had already given Carlos a set of questions he can start off with, scribbled messily on the palm of his hand. So the conversation can go smoothly from there.

He turned to look at Jay who hid in a potted plant not too far behind, an earpiece tucked under his long hair. Carlos also wore an earpiece, a lot more visible than Jay’s but it shouldn’t matter.

Jay gave Carlos an assuring thumbs up signal as he ducked down in the leaves.

Carlos took a deep breath, raising a fist to knock against a dorm room, when suddenly it swung open violently, revealing you. The De Vil boy had nothing to say, words getting stuck in his throat.

You both continued to stare at each other before you finally broke the awkward silence. “Uh, can I… help you?” You asked tentatively, fixing your hair at the sight of a visitor.

“Ah- Y-Yes! Uhh…” Carlos swallowed a large lump in his throat, eyes darting back and forth towards a large potted plant and the girl that stood before him. Her. “I’ve… I’m sure I’ve seen you around before, I never c-caught your name though.” He finally spoke, peaking not-so-discretely at his palm.

You gave him your name uncertainly, “And you are…”

“C—“

You cut him off abruptly with a snap of your fingers, “Carlos De Vil! Yeah, I’ve heard of you.”

Carlos winced, “What have you heard about me exactly?”

“Oh, uh…” You hesitated in answering, fidgeting with your fingers, “Not much. You play Tourney right? You’re on the team?” Carlos lit up at the mention of the sport.

“Yeah, yeah! I play! Do- Do you?”

“Um, they don’t allow girls on the team.” You smiled sheepishly and god, did Carlos almost faint on the spot.

“Right…”

“Is that it?”

Carlos paused, dusting his clothes off and straightening up. “Yeah- That’s- That’s all.”

You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, as if waiting for Carlos to say more, but you shrugged and closed the door behind you, excusing yourself. “It was nice talking to you. Bye.”

You shot him a grin, and you could swear his cheeks started turning pink. A giggle only left your lips as you walked past the boy and a mysterious potted plant that suspiciously had a familiar beanie thrown over it. But you paid no mind and strolled away. Cute.

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

So happy belated 3000! I know I am a little late to the party but we’ll, here I am 😅 I kinda missed the post for the „I love you 3000 writing bonanza“… But if you still take request I gonna leave this one here:

What about some smutty CEO!Ari „I might be a terrible dancer, but I‘ve got great moves in bed“? Because… Ari is… 🥵

Ari is in a league of his own and it's been a while since I've written him so oh boy was this a treat!

Elementary - CEO!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Too many shots of tequila plus an insanely attractive boss equals an unforgettable night

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18 + ONLY! Minors DNI!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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You had no idea how you got into this situation. Well… actually no you did. To break it down into a simple mathematic equation (office party + alcohol) + insanely attractive boss = incredibly awkward and frankly stupid social interactions. 

From the moment you met Ari, you were completely smitten. You were surprised that you even got the job as his personal assistant after spending the majority of the interview drooling over his insane body which he teased with his rolled-up sleeves and one too many shirt buttons undone. Yet somehow you did, you guessed your extensive CV and experience did most of the talking because your mouth certainly didn’t. 

When you were offered the job you weren’t even sure if you should accept it or not. If you did you would have unlimited access to stare and daydream about him, you would be the person closest to him in the entire company. But you weren’t entirely sure whether you could actually do the job with a distraction as good as him only a short distance away. You didn’t think you could bear the embarrassment of being fired by him. 

Your friends and a couple shots of tequila gave you the courage to accept the job, because you were really, really good at being a personal assistant. So surely even if you were distracted you would still just be a good assistant. 

Thankfully it was surprisingly easy. While your crush remained it definitely became less intense and debilitating after a couple of weeks. You guessed it was because of Ari’s easy-going, charismatic nature. It was impossible to not become friends with him and with that friendship came an air of ease between you. He wasn’t a big terrifying CEO, he was just Ari. Did you still have fantasies about him? Yes of course, but you were still able to walk into his office and not be a bumbling mess. 

That easygoing friendship was irrevocably changed at the most recent office party. You couldn’t remember exactly why or what you were celebrating, you just knew that Ari asked you to book a private bar and make sure there was plenty of booze. Which you did, too well, because if there had been less booze you probably wouldn’t have made a fool of yourself. 

In your defence Ari is a terrible influence, all it would take was a flash of his lopsided smile and you’d do whatever he said. Including drinking more shots of tequila than you should have. You could argue however that you were a bad influence too, you were the one who dragged him out onto the dance floor. With so much alcohol pumping through your veins you didn’t think much about how you were moving your body, you just danced. Ari had laughed and danced along with you, the warmth of his hand never far from you as he held your hand, or ran it down your back or sides. 

“It’s a good thing dancing skills weren’t essential when I hired you” he laughed after you pulled out a dance move that was frankly criminal. 

You shot him a smile as you turned to face him, hips twisting as you placed your hands on his shoulders. He in turn rested his on your waist, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as your hands shifted down to rest on his chest.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you said beckoning him closer so you could whisper in his ear “I might be a terrible dancer, but I‘ve got great moves in bed”

You could hear his quiet groan over the heavy bass of the music as he pulled away enough to look you in the eyes. His gaze turned so heated you were sure you were about to melt. 

“Oh really? Are you up for showing me those moves?” he asked, voice low, his hands drifting to the small of your back. 

You bit your lip as you smirked up at him. To hell with the consequences. You nodded your head. 

Ari gave you a wolfish grin “Let’s go then” he said, turning you around, keeping his hands on your hips as he led you out of the bar. 

You knew exactly where he was taking you, he’d asked you to book a bar in a hotel and to also book him a room so he could crash there without needing a driver to take him home. Your heart was pounding in your chest, electricity pulsing along your skin as heat pooled at your core. 

You’d barely stepped into the suite when you both began devouring each other. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and practically climbed him like a tree as he walked you back towards the bed. Your dress was discarded on the floor, and his shirt ripped open before the back of your knees even hit the mattress. 

Despite the amount of alcohol in your system, you felt 100% sober and aware as he knelt down, hooked your leg over his shoulder and dove in to taste you. If the alcohol was dampening your senses you wondered what this would be like sober because it was already so goddamn amazing. You weren’t even embarrassed at how quickly you came because it was the best damn orgasm of your life. 

As soon as he rose back up you grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down on top of you, tasting yourself on his lips and his weight pressed down onto you. No time was wasted getting him completely naked and inside you. The stretch was so perfect that you were certain you were completely ruined. It was like a completely animalistic side of both of you won out as you clung onto him, nailed biting into his skin as he thrust deeply into you. 

The rest of the night was a blur, yet one you could remember with absolute clarity. You’d lost count of how many rounds you had gone but you knew that you had performed more positions in one night than you had in your entire sexual history. If you had a sex bucket list it would be halfway completed by the time you and Ari collapsed back into bed, too tired and out of surfaces to carry on. 

Which brings us to now. The moment you wake up, your body sore like you had climbed Mount Everest five times and your head pounding. You blinked a couple of times as your eyes tried to adjust to the light pouring in. Once they had it didn’t take you long to realise you weren’t in your bed, nor were you in your apartment. The weight draped across you was not your duvet, it was a long and muscular arm.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you followed the arm back towards its owner, alarm bells ringing when you saw Ari fast asleep next to you. Shit. You remembered every last detail from the night before, you didn’t regret any of it because how could you regret the best night of your life? But you were absolutely certain you were about to lose your job. 

You didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought at all though as Ari’s eyelid fluttered open and his bright blue eyes immediately landed on you. 

“Hey,” he murmured, voice deep with sleep. 

You instantly melted hearing his voice, he already had a deep sexy timbre but adding sleep to it just took it to a whole other level.

“Hey,” you whispered. 

His arm around you tightened, pulling you closer so your head was resting on his chest “I had a lot of fun last night… did you?” he asked, fingers tailing up and down your arm. 

“Yeah… I did” you admitted because there was no way you could lie to him. 

“Good” he hummed “wanna make it a regular thing?” you were silent for long enough that he added “And I don’t just mean last night, I mean dinners and all that other stuff people do together” 

You were pretty sure your heart skipped a beat, you gazed up at him and saw that lopsided smile that made it impossible to say no. And why the hell would you say no, more nights like last night and mornings waking up next to him? You’d be insane if you said no.

A smile crept onto your face as you nodded “I’d love that” you said quietly. 

Ari smiled back down at you, as he cupped your cheek and kissed you softly “Good” he grinned before shifting slightly beneath you “I don’t wanna talk about work but on Monday I want you to wear that cute little black pencil skirt” he smirked. 

You chuckled “Done, anything else you want me to do boss?” you smirked. 

“I want you to put out a job advert for another PA,” he told you. 

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on you, yeah you loved the idea of being with Ari but you still needed a job “What?” you choked out. 

Ari shushed you gently “Don’t worry, you still have your job if you want it” he reassured you “I just think we’re gonna need another assistant to help out while we have some fun in my office” he grinned. 

Your smile returned to your face as you nodded “It’ll be the second thing I do Monday morning” 

Ari arched a brow “What’s the first?”

You bit your lip as you shifted closer to him, your lips a breath away from his “you” you whispered before kissing him deeply.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Is it possible to do head cannons for digital circus characters with a reader who's too nice for their own good

Like they get in danger when trying to talk to the bad guy npc thinking that they could persuade them to the good side

TADC cast x reader whos too nice!

Anon I'm so so sorry that it took me so long to get to this <\3! I gotta admit I've been in like, a bit of a burn out recently and I'm still recovering from my baking spree last week so I'm WOOOooOoooooO

That said I hope you enjoy!

Written ambiguously, if you want to see this as romantic or platonic, is totally up to you!

CAINE:

Literally puts a pause on the IHA when he sees you being dragged away by the big bad guy, all while still trying to insist that the NPC with no chance to gain sentience can be good.. caine finds it endearing in it's own way, its sweet, you see the best in people... and non-people... but reader, this is exactly how you get hurt..! Keeps a close eye on you during IHA

POMNI:

While I dont think pomni fits the "too nice for her own good" vibe, I feel that shes... what word am i looking for? Submissive? She kind of just goes with what others are doing; asides from her initial freak out we dont see much pushback from her in the pilot, though that could be thanks to shock... perhaps shes still feeling it during IHAs given how random and intense they can be..? Point is I think pomni would give a meek resistance before scurrying off after you, trying to save you from the clutches of the baddie

RAGATHA:

Shes loves you so much, dont get her wrong. She loves that you're so sweet to everyone, even to those who dont deserve it. Actually if anything, Ragatha is also a little too sweet for her own good.. but shes not as trusting and naive as you are. Frantically pulls you away to the side when you try to make your way to the days villain, gently scolding you and asking what you were thinking. She doesnt mean to make you feel bad, but she doesn't want to see you hurt!

JAX:

One of the only two characters that might get a little mean with you. Not like "mean as in berating you for being so naive" more so "I'm upset that you seemingly have no regard for your safety, I care about you and I cant see you continue to throw yourself into danger" way that can come off as mean, since jax isnt really.. the best as saying this softly.. immediately cuts through any "what ifs" you might bring up to him, you're the only person in this circus that he actually enjoys and hes not going to let you get flung around.. can his tone be softer? Sure, but can you blame him if this is a regular occurrence?

KINGER:

This poor man nearly has a heart attack when he sees you about to be absolutely demolished (but not really thanks to the digital world), probably ends in him getting hurt too.. but that would be mean.. but also can you imagine the angst? The guilt? He probably pushes through the pain to get to you and hes just. Feverishly pulling you to him and patting you down to make sure you're okay... he won't tell you to stop being so nice; in fact I dont think the thought crosses his mind ever.. but he does ask to never do that again, the getting into danger thing

ZOOBLE:

The other character that might get a little mean when confronting you about it, but given zoobles general attitude as well as their tone of voice, it seems like they're more angry with you than they actually are. They think you're too nice for your own good, truly. While the others may find it sweet and endearing, they're constantly thinking about how one day you'll be in over your head and wont have a way out. This might actually result in an argument, thanks to zoobles tone and way of going about things.. but you guys eventually communicate and make up, at least I would like to think so

GANGLE:

Very similar to pomni in the regard that she doesnt have the spine (haha) to tell you not to do whatever you're planning on doing. "I don't think... oh.. oh wait, reader-" as she scurries after you so you dont get lost. Gets legitimately sad and beats herself up if you get hurt. Similar to zoobles, you guys are going to need to communicate and work together on this because gangle cannot handle the fact that you're constantly getting hurt thanks to your kindness grating on her mind all day every day

[marengogo]

Are You Sure?! - #2: The Right Side of the Bed

Interlude: Shadow - by SUGA  [Map of The Soul: 7]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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Hello my Bangtan Loving Gurls, Bois  & Enbys,

How have you been? Yesterday was a bit shit in Tanniedom, wasn’t it? But fret not! My Spousy @chikooritajjk has us covered. They have written and most likely still writing ARMY-SPIRIT-UPLIFTING posts and for that and many other things I am super grateful, so do check them out if you need a boost of positivity. Hence, I thought I’d venture into giving us also a very little break from all dat and talk about our recent Are You Sure?! VMINKOOK Edition episodes, as there actually is a lot to unpack at the same time I am also working on another post which I actually started before this, like on Monday, about certain type of 431s (for does who don’t know, 431 stands for ARMY) and it is not the most “positive” post so maybe I’ll wait until Mercury Retrograde ends to post it 🤡… which is in 1 day.  Ayte then! Let’s start, shall we?

Now, y’all know I’m OT7 right? If it is your first time landing on my page, do not that I am OT7, it is very important to me, and to you as well, trust me bro! Yet, I know many also have biases, which is perfectly fine in my books, as long as you do respect all the other members as well. It is very much impossible, in my not-so-humble opinion, to do any relationship assessment if you hate/dislike/don’t respect to a certain level/don’t understand aspects that are intrinsic parts of the environment of what/whom you are trying to analyse. Already having a bias can affect opinions if not controlled being OT7 is also having a bias by the way, but Hate … child … Hate is The Ultimate Influencer, but so is Love, by the way, which is why The Gray of it All is important during discussions like this one. That being said, let me spell it out so that we have no confusion or misunderstandings.

Tae & JK are very intrinsic parts of JM’s life. 

JM & JK are very intrinsic parts of Tae’s life. 

JM & Tae are very intrinsic parts of JK’s life. 

This is the same and equally important for all 3 of them for all 7 really, however, the degree, intensity and shape they take into each other’s life is different depending on the pairing, and this episode gave us a trivial synopsis taste of all 3 dynamics, which you could only observe and appreciate if you allowed Mx. Gray do their thing and let Hate and Love sit this one out, or comfortably watch the backseat, to each theirs.  

Let’s start by setting the scene. Ignoring what Capulets, Montagues and the VPD have to say, with their weird-ass, borderline-offensive and obtuse takes: Are You Sure?! Is a JK and JM show. Does it mean they hate the rest of the members? No. Does it mean they are trying to leave the band? No. Does it mean that they have finally decided to cave in and provide shippers with the ever-sought fanservice they’ve all been waiting for? No. All it ever was meant to be, was a single travel vlog from these two particular members who expressed the desire of wanting to spend some quality time together and share said time with ARMY. Simple as that. Eventually, regardless of JM’s IBM and JK’s cold, they had so much fun that they decided to go on one more trip, and that apparently was such a blast, that they decided to make a whole show out of it.

It is important however to point out, and rationally acknowledge, that both JK and JM have tried their darn, polite and explicit, best to make sure that it was understood that this show was something they wanted to do just the two of them. They loved the time they spent with Tae, no doubt about that. If you ask me, they actually made an exception because it was Tae and would have probably refused the Hyungs y’all vibes don’t really check out like that, for this type of trips, sorry 🤡. Even so, they have Bon Voyage, In The Soop, private time, and they can even create a Makane Line Show if they want, where they can satisfy the desire to travel together. Furthermore, the fact that no other guest was invited to Sapporo, coupled with JK jokingly mentioning that they should hone their vlogger skills and keep going until they turn 50 years in addition to other comments, in my opinion, makes it pretty clear that they just want it to be a JungJi thing now that JungJi is a thing, or JimKook or whatever for reasons they only know, and we may never.

The Guest

Do you know the type of confidence you have to have to, so nonchalantly and publicly, let it be known, that you are aware of the fact of being a guest? HYB3 could have easily marketed this as a subunit show, with mainly JK & JM as units. USA - JK & JM; Jeju - VMINKOOK; Sapporo JK & JM. It wouldn’t MAINLY JK & JM because, as we all should know by now, IT IS A JK AND JM SHOW. Yet, here he is, Tae in all his glory, spending time on an island he seems to care about for his own reasons with people he obviously loves and feels so much at ease with:

Things like sleeping in a bed he knew was supposed to “be JM’s” he could only pull off because he knew that JM wouldn’t care about it, in the same way JK & JM raced for the other available bed like they knew they were okay with sharing it. 

In general,Tae is the band’s Englishman in New York. He does thing at his own pace, feels emotions with his own intensity and also understands things at his his own pace which has come to bite him in the ass many a time 🤡 …. He is also a man who quickly adapts in any given situation and isn’t shy about getting what he needs with/around people he is completely at ease with, such as a deep conversation with JM, all kinds of foolery with JK, absolute cosyness with JM and/or tenderness with JK. He is also extremely tactile, and if he is comfortable with you he will promptly ignore any personal space, almost as if physically connecting with you is the one way he can connect with you on all levels, which doesn’t sit well with everyone, and Tae will try his best to understand why on Earth you would reject his embrace, LOL, like when Joonie didn’t want to hug while sleeping during Bon Voyage season 4. 

Throughout episode 3 and 4, it felt to me like Tae had things going on and was perhaps past the processing time, and needed some wholesome I-don’t-want-to-think/distraction time, which is why he was with Wooga and JK & JM in this particular period of time. It’s almost as if he was looking for some kind of relief. Like he wanted to know that things wouldn’t change when in the presence of people with whom he needed things not to change. If he had things his way, I’m sure he would have had Hobi be also part of this Jeju trip  but as we all know …. Whatever he was trying to process he really didn’t want to think about, so he ventured out into places where people would allow him to just be. 

In fact, I’m not sure if people have noticed but, during this Jeju trip, in many an instance Tae has for example allowed himself to slide himself in and out of situation or just do as he pleased, irrespective of what the other two did, for example, he was having a phone-conversation about a gym with an acquaintance of his while they were at the cafe, or stayed alone on one side of the boat, while the other two were fishing right next to each other. 

Tae was basically living the type of holiday I would aspire to experience at this time in my life. I had a difficult break up at the start of the year which sometimes I still questions, but I honestly know it was for the best and even though I want to be alone, I have accepted that human beings are not islands, and to that respect, I am lucky enough to be around people who let me just be, they involve me the right amount, I involve myself the right amount, but for the rest I am allowed to just space out when I do, or get lost in my cell phone, or heavily rant, or do whatever other random thing comes to mind of recent. Obviously, I don’t know what most have happened to Tae, but I think that Tae also has this type of relationship with his close friends, be it Wooga or Bangtan. In particular, when it comes to JK, he is able to enjoy comradery, understanding and tenderness, whereas when it comes to JM he can relish in comfort, reassurance and allowance. 

The Hosts

JM and JK have been formidable hosts, in my humble opinion, or at least the type of hosts that I would like. If we follow my line of thought where I think something was bothering Tae, they have tried their best to involve Tae in everything they did as a means of distracting him, in the best way they could, while still keeping true to themselves. And even though, on different occasions, they have pointed out that Tae was a guest because my boys had plans with each other, which couldn’t be carried out as a pair, but the fact that a guest is actually present means they are fully on board with it all, BUT they still need to somehow mourn their foiled plans, I am pretty sure it was just part of their usual a maknae-line role-play/banter. Furthermore, for the most part, they also didn’t force Tae to participate in things after they asked him once, and he’d refuse. They really did let him be, but always made sure to try and involve him where they could.

Basically JK and JM came ready to do what they had planned to do and they were comfortable enough to also do it with their guest in such a way that they didn’t feel obliged to change anything, because they knew that they could be themselves in the presence of Tae. For example, I’m not sure why, but I knew that Tae was gonna sleep in JM’s bed, because JM is never averse to Tae’s tactfulness Joonie, we ain’t judging you 🤡, JK we ain’t judging you either! if anything, he embraces it; JM seems to be the type of person that amplifies your traits. So my question, leading to the sleeping scene was: will JM sleep with Tae or would JK sleep on the spare bed as a consequence of JM ending up on the other bed because of seniority?

You should have seen my shocked face when JK & JM came running into the room and were already aiming for “JK’s bed”. There was no shock at the fact that Tae was already occupying JM’s bed, it was like they already knew that there would have been only JK’s bed available, and apparently the mattress wasn’t an option which is ironic for a person who is known for having mattresses scattered around his house. But let’s go deeper. Not only did they immediately aim for JK’s bed, but they both seemed to aim for the right side of the bed. At some point during the night, they both took a shower, after playing in the pool, and JM seems to have taken a shower upstairs as they showed JK entering the downstairs bathroom.

If JM took a shower upstairs, he would have seen Tae in his bed watching TV and most likely would have chatted with him and found out that Tae wasn’t feeling too great, which as we saw he then told JK. Thus, there must have been a moment where JM and JK discussed bed allocations before going upstairs and we are going to ignore, for the time being, that both their luggages are on the ground floor … this eventually turned into a race/game as JK sprinted for the right side of the bed, a side which so far, we’ve only seen JM sleep in, as JK has, thus far, only slept on the left side of any bed. 

So now we have a situation where JM is on the left and JK is on the right and they don’t bother changing, but they’ve kinda promised each other not to hit each other, so they are somewhat self-conscious, and stay quite far apart, most likely to assure that they don’t hit each other. Yet, as the night passes you can notice that my Twin-flame subconsciously gets closer to JM. I think he was particularly stressed about not hitting JM at which point he wakes up and decides to go and sleep on the left side of the floor mattress. And me being me thought “If they were cuddled together, they wouldn’t have hit each other…” which made me realise that perhaps JK hit JM in the CT cabin because they were sleeping apart, like on that bed in Jeju, but in opposite positions, because you know … cameras on and all. 

Bed arrangement aside, there are little things that seem to be a constant with the two of them, such as JK ordering food for the both of them, or JM making sure to order food for JK. If we want to be super specific, JK making sure to know if JM is having fun, JM asking JK specifically if JK has tweezers but not asking Tae, who quite quickly gets into his personal space and offers to take whatever hair out with his bare fingers. “Let’s shower”, “let’s eat ramyeon”, “let’s go to bed” … almost everything they do, seems like they want to do together, same as all the activities they have chosen, they seem to have chosen to each other's liking, exerting activities for JK, ocean activities for JM, as well as excellent restaurants for the both of them. In addition “JK, are you no longer hungry?”, “JMsshi you are not eating well”, “JK relax your shoulders”, “JM is prettier …” they also seem to be very attentive to each other, constantly. In fact, if I were to summarise their relationship based on these two episodes, I would say that JK and JM relish in longing, consideration and intimacy.

Episode 4 is by far my favourite episode, and the one I’ve admittedly watched the most. It allowed me to explore all these dynamics and the three of them just seemed to live through their personas so nicely, without having to worry too much about having to entertain while being unintentionally entertaining, like taekook hitting their head on the same spot on the boat or JM giving JK “CPR” as a consequence. NGL to you, I am really looking forward to episode 5. It is their last night together and I think our hosts are truly enjoying their time with their guest. As it is their last night, JK and JM will probably try to be entertaining enough for their guest and Tae will probably try to be just as easy-going to his hosts, regardless, their serenity and lightheartedness is quite soothing to me, so I honestly CAN’T WAIT.   

Always respectfully yours 🫰🏾💜,

Marengo. 

[ur-sick-and-married]

jb and Lucy x reader at the Grammys and people trying to figure out who's reader date not realizing it's both of them.

ON YOUR ARM(S)

(Julien Baker x Lucy Dacus x reader)

TW: polyamory

SUMMARY: your girlfriend’s fans are confused when they show up with a plus one…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m hoping this cheers some folks up after the election. Sending love to whoever needs it🫂

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It was the morning after the Grammys, where your girlfriends had won multiple awards. You were insanely proud of them, yet slightly shocked that you had attended such a huge thing, as were they. All three of you were lying in bed, resting. It had been a really late night, and you were exhausted, but so, so happy.

Julien was lying in Lucy’s lap, her back pressed to Lucy’s chest. They were reading a book that Lucy held, while you scrolled through your phone. They were always touching you in some way; playing with your hair, stroking your arm, holding your hand.

You were looking through Instagram, when you found a boygenius fan account. The post was discussing the band at the Grammys, and many people in the comments were questioning the mysterious plus one that tagged along. Curious, you went onto the page and looked at the recent posts.

You knew it was probably a bad idea. Lucy and Julien had practically trained you to stay out of posts about them. There would always be some shitty comment.

But you just wanted a peek. Just wanted to see what everyone was thinking.

And what you saw made you laugh.

Everyone was so confused. There were blurry photos of you and Lucy, and some of you and Julien, and some of all three of you. Julien’s hand was constantly on your waist or back, which could’ve meant nothing. Yet, it was almost a possessive move, and her hand was always quite low. Lucy seemed to be more coupley; she held your hand, hugged you, kissed your head, and even left a lipstick smudge on your forehead. She had also left a smudge on Julien’s face. When it was the three of you, it seemed platonic, until the way you all looked at each other got noticed.

The fandom was chaotic. There were so many discussions. So many TikToks. So many Tweets. There might have been a Reddit thread mentioned…it was crazy…and hilarious.

“What’s so funny?” Lucy asked, looking over at you.

You scooted close to them, still giggling.

“People are so confused…” You said.

They each looked at your phone while you explained, somewhat breathlessly, and by the time they understood, they were laughing too.

“They don’t know…what to think!” Julien exclaimed.

“Jesus…have they ever seen a poly couple?” You were gasping for air.

Lucy was too busy wiping her tears to comment.

After you calmed down, then started laughing again, and calmed down again, you started to discuss what to do.

“I was going to post something anyway…” You contemplated. “I could post that photo of us kissing your cheek, Luce…”

“Feels too hardcore…” Julien hummed, always the hesitant one.

“We could make this even more funny.” Lucy said.

You and Julien looked at her, intrigued.

“We could really milk this out and keep being confusing.” She explained. “Me and Julien never post anywhere…but you do, babe. You could post either of us occasionally, just to mess with people…”

“I like this idea more than a hard launch.” You smirked.

“You two are evil.” Julien groaned, dragging a hand down her face.

“But wouldn’t it be fun?” You grinned, and nuzzled into her shoulder.

“It wouldn’t be as intense as announcing our relationship…” Lucy said right in her ear.

“Well…” Julien sighed.

“It’ll be fun, Jules…” You whispered. “And not nerve-wracking.”

“I am quite wracked with nerves, hm?” Julien joked.

“I didn’t want to say so…but yeah.” Lucy smiled.

You and Lucy continued to talk softly, practically making a pros list. Eventually, Julien interrupted.

“You know what? Fine!” She said. “We have to be discreet, though…this can’t seem like it’s planned out.”

“Don’t worry about that.” You smiled.

“You won’t regret this, Julien,” Lucy grinned. “It’ll be hilarious.”

You plotted for a bit, figuring out how to do this just right.

About a week later, you started being ominous. You posted a photo of Julien on your Instagram story. You two had gone on a date, yet it looked like a friendship thing to the fans. A little while after that, you posted a silly picture of Lucy in a photo dump.

This went on and on. Some people were figuring things out, since Lucy had said that she was polyamorous on your friend’s podcast, Gayotic. Some people didn’t like it. Most were still confused.

You and Lucy had been right. It was hysterical.

[serfergs]

Why I’m having the most fun with DFF (spoiler free)

I know a lot of people probably dropped DFF after episode 2 or 3 so I feel compelled to write about how much I’m enjoying it. I am not typically a horror/slasher girlie (much to my partner’s chagrin 😬), but I found the characters mysterious enough to hold out for the story and romantic elements, plus I can tell the actors are having a lot of fun with the slasher parts so it makes it more enjoyable for me personally. And I think the show is doing a great job rewarding the audience for our patience considering it was marketed as a BL.

The thing that keeps me coming back is the slow reveal of the backstory and the little tickling of my brain when I think about how the different characters are complicit in Non's suffering and why he or those that care about him would want revenge. I also think this show stands out because it has just enough of a BL subplot to pull me in and then keep me with all the poor decisions of these very flawed characters.

Everyone watching can probably attest to how much we as an audience are loving hating these characters. All of these boys are written with distinct personalities and motives in both being a part of this "friend" group and contributing to the fate of our main boy Non. Even Non is not without his flaws. I think Barcode is doing a great job embodying a queer high school boy living in poverty, struggling with his mental health, and choosing to tolerate intense bullying and manipulation in the slight hopes he'll eventually be accepted and welcomed in this shitty boy group. Meanwhile all the characters within the group are revealing so much about their priorities and how they push down a lot of their feelings and convictions for the sake of not stirring the pot (aka Por). I find Tee and Jin especially compelling considering Tee's parallels to Non with feeling trapped in poverty and debt and Jin's parallels to Non with being so desperate to be accepted and how that ties in to their queer identities.

There's also so much going on with classism, coercion, and police corruption which are elements and themes that recent BL have attempted to tackle and in a lot of ways I think DFF is doing a much better job in both narrative integration and execution. All this being said, I also think it's important to remember this is only Be On Cloud's second BL and I think they're hitting it out of the park in terms of pushing the genre forward and challenging some of the tired settings and tropes still being shoved down our throats with repetitive, formulaic, and often rushed and incoherent narratives (I'm looking at you GMMTV). So, if you gave up early on, I encourage you to give it another try. Even if you gotta 2x speed or completely skip some of the more gruesome scenes. If for no other reason than to acknowledge and give credit to BOC for progressing our beloved genre forward.

TLDR;

DFF is out here delivering a really complex, nuanced, and satisfying narrative with queer characters and if you gave up early I implore you to pick it back up even if you gotta skip some of the slasher scenes. I promise it's worth it!

[melleonis]

it’s 2015 and i am

sitting on my mattress on the floor in the spare bedroom of the chicago condo my friend’s parents bought for them with oil company money. both of us have undiagnosed and unmedicated adhd. neither of us clean. the wide, shallow bathroom sink grows a yellow-black film of residue and shaved hair.

i am trying to come to terms with being dead. the year prior was a cascade of horror, a chain of a hundred different sudden sickenings in the gut, and as far as the world and most people in it are concerned, i no longer exist - which would have been more than fine with me, except that time continues to pass.

until recently, porpentine had been writing a column for rock paper shotgun called live free play hard, reviewing free indie games. itch.io is in its infancy, but unity is ten years old now and really starting to come into its own, and this is the heyday of the so-called walking simulator - Dear Esther in 2012 to Firewatch in 2016. i never played most of the big names, the ones that attracted all that sneering gamergate hatred (Gone Home excepted) - after all, they cost money, and in 2015, i didn’t have any of that. so every porpentine article was a damp, fertile patch of sometimes-delicious always-free mushrooms. i play a LOT of itch.io games that year, and i’ve been missing them lately, so i wanted to talk about them here.

live free play hard is a decade old, at this point. links are dead. games don’t quite run the same on modern computers. twine games which once had music are now silent. these are some of the survivors.

their angelical understanding by porpentine, herself. ***STROBE WARNING*** and also for a text-based game this is an intense PTSD simulator. i considered linking others of her games here: neon haze (link appears to be broken), CYBERQUEEN (about which i’ve already said a lot) or howling dogs (which is arguably still her best), but i went with t.a.u. because, well, in 2015 a PTSD simulator was what i needed.

CHYRZA by kitty horrorshow kh has probably Made It as an indie artist more than anyone else on this list? my metric for this is that there are two whole jacob geller video essays about her games. CHYRZA is pure tone: jittery unity platforming up desert monuments collecting audiologs. trust me, it’s really effective.

Bernband by Tom van den Boogaart this one still runs, but there’s a bit of slowdown in some areas. this is pure exploration through a very pixelly alien city: nightclubs, power stations, overpasses, late-night noodle bars. an empty chapel. a trumpet recital. the empty corridors and stairwells between everything. it’s stuck with me for all these years.

SABBAT by oh no problems this is the least subtle it is possible for a text game to be. it starts with animal sacrifice and gets really fucking explicit from there. as someone who had at the time cut a picture of baphomet out of the liner notes from a random black metal cd found in a des moine record store and taped it to my bedroom doorpost like a mezuzah, all i really wanted from SABBAT was the ability to have snakes for dicks, and buddy, it delivers. i remember there used to be a sort of sludgey doom metal soundtrack, but it doesn’t seem to exist anymore, and the credits link to a nonexistent soundcloud. so it goes.

HEARTWOOD by Kerry Turner hahaha man i’d completely forgotten about this game until i went back through the archives but fuck, it rules. it’s so simple. it’s pure sensation. i loved it then and i love it now.

Off-Peak by Cosmo D i think Cosmo D is still going strong these days! actually, i’m pretty sure i have unplayed games by them in my steam library, i should fix that. Off-Peak is a jazz exploration of the world’s most colorful train station. people are playing bespoke 2015 eurogames. a vendor is selling a bunch of sheet music that musicians have had to pawn, what with the way the economy is going. you understand. triplets stalk you. a man strokes a cow, menacingly. i would say it’s peak itch.io, but in point of fact it is, of course, off-peak itch.io.

anyway i lived, eventually, and went on to make art of my own, but it’s my belief - it’s my hope - that all my writing carries the spores these games and games like them put in me when i was dead and decaying and fertile ground for such things. i hope you play some of them. i hope you enjoy them. thanks for reading <3

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Thoughts: The Deadline Contender Panel

Quick list of very direct, subjective, random and spontaneous thoughts I had while listening/watching the panel:

I absolutely understand that Taylor probably doesn't remember every detail of the movie off the top of his head, especially with nerves, but Sweetheart really didn't describe the played DNC scene correctly😅

That being said Taylor calling Henry Alex's boyfriend made me SO FUCKING HAPPY???? I was squealing and kicking my legs because of all the feels. On top of that, intentional or not, Taylor takes a breath so it goes "wanted to bring his... boyfriend!" and there's this subtle emphasis on the word, I am screaming

I do question why this scene though? I don't know much about this whole process, but just an educated guess, if we're trying to get an emmy nom via this panel, shouldn't we be showing a scene that's more representative of the movie's core? Like, say the New Year's scene, or Kensington Palace, or the Lake scene. If we have to include the comedy aspect, then show the freaking Red Room. I love this scene of course, but if the purpose is to nominate ourselves and show ourselves then I feel like another scene should have been picked

Why can't people freaking pronounce Nick's surname correctly? It's phonic! Ga - Lit- Zine

"Orange Guy was still president" I snorted

I heard there's stupid discourse over this minor, harmless thing, but because people are stupid, here to clarify "especially Taylor since he's here" is CLEARLY A JOKE BETWEEN FRIENDS and if you didn't pick that up then that's kind of sad :P

I'm wondering if there's still recordings of the zoom auditions/chem read. I can also imagine zoom chem read being much harder. Honestly I think zoom auditions only work with monologues.

He did the chem read in his sister's apartment lmao

THEIR CHEM READ WAS KENXINGTON????!!! WHAT THE FUCK???!!! THE MOMENT THAT MADE MATTHEW GO "there's the one" WAS THIS FREAKING SCENE??? This also implies they had to say "I love you" upon the first time meeting each other oh my god I wanna see that so bad

Also I cannot freaking imagine this intense of a scene via zoom, God I really want to see it (don't think we'll ever get it but still)

Someone ask Matthew or Nick what the other scene in the chem read is

The notebook, pride and prejudice and 10 things i hate about you mention made me happy :D

The speech thing... Kinda feel like should be a Matthew question? It's cool to hear that Taylor referenced President Obama but this is still ultimately him being Alex? Plus Taylor's a great public speaker to begin with

Did he dabble in political science? Did he ever mention that? I know he did Spanish and Community but political science?

I think the only really bad gay movie in recent years was Bros and that has a myriad of issues internally and externally, but I think it's just this one?

Why is TikTok the metric? Might write something longer in the future when I have time but the thing is with this

Speaking of Taylor and queer roles, I think I saw somewhere that Noah Torres was bi?

I talked to @pippin-katz about this but dear God, I have heard the question "What is your favourite scene" being asked to the boys at least three times now, and they always answer the cake scene. Why don't they ever expand on the question, especially since Taylor affed the Kensington scene this time, and why don't they ever ask other questions or ask about specifics? Between me and my friends, we came up with at least 40 questions that could be asked to the boys and haven't been asked yet.

Nick how the fuck did cream stay in/ behind your ear for two days and Taylor how did you spot it

I'm honestly getting really tired of the sequel question, it's always phrased the same way, and of course, the answer is gonna be the same. Even if they knew, they contractually can't tell us, the first announcement of a sequel will have to come from a bigger source like Amazon themselves.

I understand being nervous but this interviewer felt too timid and unsure of herself

Overall still very enjoyable, always more than happy to hear Taylor speak about his baby that we all love, but the question are so freaking repetitive. I said it clearer in my discussion with Pippin so here's a screenshot of that part

[jealousjersey]

promptober day 2: vampire

prompts by @joshfutturman dividers by @/steddiecameraroll

very rushed ahh i didn’t do any of these in advance

vampire derek danforth x mortal reader

You have been serving Derek for a considerable amount of time, spending nearly all of your waking hours with him. You were cared for... Maybe even loved... by Derek. If that was the case, then why hadn't he noticed it before?Two long, pointy fangs stuck downward in Derek's mouth. Despite its subtlety, you managed to turn it into an excuse to make his self-loathing even more intense.

You were unsure whether to inquire about it. and ultimately chose to carry it out.

You decided to ask Derek about the fangs, hoping to provide some reassurance or explanation for what you saw. As you nervously approached the topic, Derek's expression darkened, confirming your suspicions. He had been hiding this secret from you all along, and now that it was out in the open, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he might be keeping. The thought made you question the true nature of your relationship and whether it was built on trust or deception.The next time Derek seemed to be working on plans at home, you sat down next to him, and he timidly raised his hand.

"You know you don't need permission to talk."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You just seemed busy and"

"Go on with it.”

“Sorry, sorry! So um… I recently noticed something, and I just wanted some kind of explanation... It’s probably nothing, but I wanted to know just in case.”

“I’m busy. Hurry up.”

"Okay, okay, so..." Once while you were eating, I noticed you have fangs.”

Derek’s head peaked up.

“It’s probably nothing, but I only ever noticed while you were eating! It’s like they disappeared or something.”

You were interrupted by Derek pinning him to the floor by his wrists.

“Um… W-What’s happening…?” You were flushed, but very confused.

"you have to leave. now." his eyes darken as you've figured him out

“W-What? But why?”

“You know too much.” Derek leaned his hand in and started to clasp it around your throat.

“W-What wait!” You manage to choke out.

“What, do you have a proposal or something you’d like to tell me?”

You loudly gasped for air as his throat was released. "No, I... Are you a vampire, Mr. Danforth?”

“You’ll be gone soon, so... Yes, I am. Though it doesn’t matter much.” He put his hand back.

“Wait!” you locked eyes with Derek. “While I’m more than willing to fill you with the beautiful hope that’s going to come from killing me... I like living around you, Mr. Danforth... I love being able to serve you however you please... I’d never dream of ever telling anyone your secret! I rarely speak to anyone else anyway!” which was the truth; Derek keeps you with him almost always. You didn't have time for other people.

Derek seemed to think about it for a while, then pulled on your leash to bring him closer. “Does ‘However I please’ include using you to feed?”

“Feed…?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Oh…” you gulped. 'He did mean it like that'... “I-I mean… If it pleases you, of course I’ll do it!”

“Good,” Derek leaned in towards you’s ear. “Because I honestly haven’t been getting the nourishment lately.”

You gasped again. “Wait, do you want to do it now?”

“I mean… As I’ve said, I haven’t been able to feed in a while. And at least I’ll know whether or not you’re comfortable with it in the future. If not, I’ll just go on a kill streak as usual.” Derek’s eyes visibly trailed down towards your neck. “Though having my own living, breathing person to feed off of sounds... nice.”

You took a deep breath. “Well, let's do it!”

Derek straddled you, then bent down, hovering over the area between your neck and shoulder.

Derek bit down on your neck, his sharp teeth piercing the skin. You shuddered, his breath becoming ragged.

'This is taking... A little longer than I expected.' you moan out

Derek’s eyes widened, and he hastily got back up to face you.

“I apologize… Blood from a living person just tastes so much better than the blood I usually get from corpses on the street. I’ll be sure to hold back next time.”

“No, it’s completely fine! You, Mr. Danforth can use me however you please."

An uneasy silence fills the room, he sticks his thumb into you and feels your arousal.

He cleared his throat in an attempt to kill the tension. “Haha. Well. It seems that the rumor is correct, then”

“...What rumor…?”

“Oh, the one that vampire fangs releases a chemical that makes the person being bitten aroused. I thought it sounded ridiculous, but..."

“That’s false.” Your eyes widened.

“What?”

“I’ve never even heard of such a rumor.”

you flushed. “I… Um… Haha, well-”

“Are you horny right now?

“I… Um…”

Derek leaned back into your crotch, and your lips tightened.

“So you are.”

“I’m very sorry. Mr. Danforth, you must be disgusted with me... I can leave you alone if need be! No, what am I saying? I should definitely see myself out. If you could kindly get off of me, I'll”

“Do I look disgusted? I’m just thinking... Derek put his mouth near the bite again, muttering against it. “I do need a way to thank you for allowing me to have such a good meal.”

“You… Can’t be serious... I’d never even dream of defiling your amazing body with someone such as myself.”

“Are you okay with letting me repay you with my mouth?”

“I mean, of course, but—”

“Then allow me.” Derek propped himself up on his elbows and started kissing you deeply, making you whine.

“Haah… I could probably finish just from you kissing me.

“It would be quite unfortunate if you came untouched... I want you to enjoy this as much as possible.”

“I’d enjoy anything you do to me, though.” Derek chuckled softly, his lips trailing down your neck as he whispered, "I'm glad to hear that, my love. Now relax and let me take care of you." With practiced ease, his hands roamed your body, igniting a fire within you that only he could quench. As the room filled with the sound of your shared pleasure, you knew that this moment would be etched in your memory forever.

Derek smirked and started kissing you again, this time bringing his hand down to palm you through his pants. You moaned into the kiss.

“A-Ah… I’m so sorry, but I’m close already.

Derek nodded and took his hand away, making you whine again.

“Don’t worry…” Derek started undoing your pants, pulling his dick out of his boxers. He took it in his hand and gave a small lick to the tip, making you gasp.

“P-Please… Keep going, please.” You brought his hands to grip Derek’s hair as you took him into your mouth.

Soon, you grabbed Derek’s hair harder. “I’m so close.. please.”

He came into Derek’s mouth, and Derek swallowed it. He came back up to kiss you gently, then nuzzled into his shoulder. As you lay there in the afterglow, Derek whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his arms wrapped protectively around you. "You're incredible," he murmured, planting soft kisses along your neck. You snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and content in his embrace. With a smile, you closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep with Derek by your side.

“Thank you so much, love. I’m very lucky to have you... I wonder what bad luck is coming for me after something like this. He chuckled.

“The bad luck is probably that you finished so quickly.” Derek tried to joke, but it didn’t really land because of his deadpan voice.

“Haha, I guess so.”

“its alright,… Next time I’ll make you last longer.”

“Ah, alright,” you smiled. As you lay there in Derek's arms, feeling content and satisfied, you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have him in your life. Despite his deadpan humor, you knew he cared for you deeply. The thought of future encounters with him made you feel excited and eager for what was to come. With a smile on your face, you snuggled closer to him, feeling grateful for the intimacy and connection you shared.

"did you say next time?" your ears perk.

[kaylinlmfao]

i NEED a smut from ethan where: sub! Reader x dom! Ethan and you and ethan are "enemies" who have a horny whore for the other (but would never admit it) and you say in a conversation with your friends (where he is obviously) that you have no chance of ethan being a dom, however, he proves you to the contrary

the promise

type(s) of piece: imagine, drabble, oneshot, series

type(s) of writing: smut, fluff, angst, dark, suggestive

warning(s): rough smut, hate fucking, sub space, orgasm control, overstimulation, edging, ownership kink, dom ethan being a cocky tease, choking, slapping, just really dirty and nasty in general, degradation, tummy bulge, ethan is super experienced like a fuckboy, oral (ethan and reader receiving) use of a vibrator, and lastly, HUGE PRAISE KINK

pairing(s): dom!ethan landry x sub!reader

A/N: I love this so much, eep! I am slowly working on requests for ethan so that's been fun., I have lots of things in the works. and just something I kinda wanna do, I watched the prequel star wars movies with my sister so if anyone wants some yandere anakin skywalker (😵) request and let me know!

on a more serious note, something I need to tell y'all. I have been getting a lot of hate recently about writing smut for the sturniolo triplets. I deeply apologize because I only just joined their fandom. I didn't know they specifically asked not to have smut written about them until a super sweet anon, thank you anon, told me. the one nsfw post I did post of them, the anon just said they said they felt weird about it. I didn't know and I apologize for that. so, I will no longer be accepting smut requests and the posts of smut for the sturniolo's will be deleted. thank you to the few kind people who commented on a couple posts and the anons that told me, NICELY. but honestly the amount of mean things that were submitted, telling me to kill myself, etc, is terrible. thanks again to the people who kindly let me know and to the ones who were rude about it, I blocked all of them. thanks and enjoy! (this was not proofread obviously)

2k+ words (I went overboard again)

you let out a loud laugh at ethan's words. "am I gonna die a virgin?" he asks, looking concerned. "you're a virgin? predictable actually. you seem like a virgin." you say, smirking as you stand up to go talk to a couple other friends. "hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" "context clues ethan. use your little brain and try to figure it out. let me know when you do, hm?" you purposely sway your hips a bit more than usual, knowing he was looking at you. ethan hated you. the day he met you, he was super sweet and kind. when you saw him again later, he started giving you the cold shoulder. and if he wanted to be an asshole, you could do it too.

"get this. kitten over there is a virgin." you say to your roommates, hailee and aubrey. "ethan landry? a virgin? no way." hailee said, looking at you unbelievably. "yeah, he isn't a virgin. bet he's a dom." you look at aubrey is disbelief and then glance at ethan, who you see standing up. you turn back before you see where he's going but you say loudly. "ethan landry. a dom? no fucking way. he's such a sub. would probably cry if you even started degrading him. he'd cum as soon as you touch him. poor baby."

"who you talking about, princess?" "oh just some immature child that I know." you could see he overheard almost everything you said about him being a sub, but what was he gonna do? and, provoking him is your favorite game. "hm." he nods, staring directly into your eyes. you weren't breaking the eye contact and it looked like he wasn't gonna either. finally, you start blushing from the intense stare he was giving you and the sexual tension that was sparking between the two of you so you look down at your hands in your lap. "that's what I thought" "what's that supposed to mean?!" "context clues, gorgeous. use your little brain and try to figure it out. let me know when you do, hm?" he says, mocking you and your words earlier.

now, you were really flushed. he was still looking at you like a piece of meat he wanted to devour, the nicknames he was calling you was causing you to clench your thighs just to relieve some of the wetness from in between them, and his mocking you made you drift more into subspace then you'd ever admit. but, you don't back down from a challenge. "hm? maybe it means that you think you win. but guess what?" you challenge him, standing up. which was a bad idea because he's 6'1 and makes him even more intimidating. "what's that, sweetheart?" he humors you with a smirk. "I always win. and take that stupid smirk off your face or I'll smack it off."

he chuckles as he leans towards your ear. goosebumps break out over your skin at his touch as he whispers. "and I'll be smirking just like this when you're so fucking cockdrunk on my dick the only thing you'll be able to scream is my name" he laughs at the look on your face as he walks away. oh that little shit.

asshole

hi there princess. you ready for me to keep good on my promise?

when you see that notification on your phone, you almost pass out. you thought he was kidding! you guys make jokes like that all the time. well maybe not that bold but still! but the sexual tension between the two of you, according to everyone that you both know, is insane. luckily, he's in a class right now. thank goodness, you aren't. you're laying on your bed and the best idea you've had all day came threw your window and straight into your head. you quickly stripped your clothes off and walked to your closet and found your sexiest lingerie set you own and you slip it on. you quickly walk over to your drawer and pull out the vibrator you have in there, just for fun.

you check the time and see he still has 20 more minutes in his class until he's done. perfect. you set your phone up on the headboard and lay on your back on the bed. hailee and aubrey are out at a party luckily. you rush to press the record button feeling the slick between your thighs start to run down between them. you slowly slip your fingers inside of your wet pussy, moaning and whimpering. then you switch the vibrator on and press it gently on your clit, crying out softly. all the thoughts in your head are of ethan. ethan teasing you, ethan mocking you, ethan and his stupid nicknames, ethan shirtless, oh god. you near closer and closer to the edge and right as your about to coat your fingers in your slick, you add the finishing touch. "oh chad. fuck so good. please!" you moan out, cumming and ending the video after you finish riding out your high.

you send it to him quickly and laugh because he still has about 15 minutes of class to sit through. he wants to embarrass you in front of your friends then he can suffer through a boner for the next 15 minutes. maybe then that'll show him he doesn't have the control. he doesn't win. 10 minutes after you clean up and layed on the bed, still in the lingerie just in case but now with clothes over it so if your roommates come home early they won't see anything.

asshole

holy fuck. I fucking hate you, y/n

you

does it hurt, kitten? does your rock hard cock hurt?

asshole

I'm in the bathroom in the c hall. meet me there. now

you

I don't think I will. you hate me so much, you wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me while pleasing your pretty little dick would you?

you send another photo, laughing at your choice in clothes. you're wearing the thigh high stockings and school girl skirt he loves but claims he hates so much.

asshole

when I get my hands on you....

you

what? you gonna come in your pants as soon as I touch you? you gonna cry? submissive little baby

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uh oh. you didn't realize but time flies when you're having fun. his class is over. oh shit. you get up and run to lock the front door but before you can, it's slammed open. you flinch as it makes a hole in the wall. you squeal with a laugh as he comes towards you. you run over to your room and lock the door quickly, sliding down and laughing to yourself. you think its hilarious how hard his dick is just from a 5 minute video of you. you think its funny how long he had to sit in class with a boner.

you stand and run over to your bed but then you stop to really listen. its quiet. dead silent. then you hear the sound of your cracked window sliding open and ethan climbing in, leaving it cracked again. "oh hey, kitten! ooo that boner looks painful! you should really get someone to fix that!" "I plan on it, slut. knees" he nods at you, looking at you with dark angry eyes. "wow kitty! I think that this is the angriest I've ever seen you! I thought you'd like the video. now you have something to watch while you're jerking off to the thought of me hm? so how about you get on your knees." uh oh. its the stare down part. the part you suck at. you can stare any old person down but you've never been able to hold eye contact with ethan before.

10 seconds in, you're doing ok. 20 seconds in, he starts advancing and you quickly back up, holding eye contact the whole time. but oh shit. you just realized, he's backed against the wall of your dorm. damn that fucking height difference. now your blushing and clenching your thighs together. fuck. the way he's looking at you. so angry, his eyes full of lust. he slowly leans down to your height. "oh come on princess. this be so much more fun if you just stop denying what you've known this whole time. I'm not a sub, never have been and never will be. and you, oh you, are just a little brat who wants to be held down and pounded until you're crying. is that right, pretty girl? you just need someone to put you in your place." he chuckles at the deep red blush on your face as he takes his hand and wraps it around your throat. "so I'll say it one more time. knees now." he commands and you, slowly, sink down to your knees.

he lets out a low groan as you immediately unbutton his pants and suck on the tip of him. "ready?' you hear him ask. you nod as you start taking as much of him into your mouth as possible, pumping what can't fit. he looks down on you gently before fisting your hair and begins thrusting his cock into your mouth, fast and hard. tears are streaking down your face, your arousal dripping onto the carpet below you. dumb of you not to put panties on under your skirt. you feel ethan twitching in your mouth so you suck a little harder. the finishing touch. you look at him from under your lashes with big eyes. as he pulls out of your pretty mouth, he laughs at your state. "bed." he utters lowly. you are quick to follow his command, laying on your bed.

he flips up your skirt as he climbs onto the mattress. "oh you slut. no panties? its like you knew that I was gonna get angry and fuck you. right?" "no! I thought I was-" you cut yourself off by letting out a cry as ethan sucked your clit into his mouth. you were so sensitive from your orgasm earlier and so wet from sucking his dick, you immediately came all over his tongue and he was quick to clean it up. "who was gonna come as soon as they were touched? cause it wasn't me." you turn an even deeper shade of red, remembering your words prior. he climbs up and looks you in your eyes.

"and since you obviously need help holding eye contact, I'll be nice and help you out. if you break eye contact, you don't cum. do you understand?" you nod, so ready and needy for his cock. "words, gorgeous." "yes please yes!" you cry out as he pushed himself inside of your tight fluttering hole, gripping his back hard. he stays still for a few seconds, as if he's trying to let you adjust. then he starts fullfilling his promise. your breath gets caught in your throat as he starts pounding into you. fast. he snakes his hand down and rubs slow circles on your already sensitive clit. all while holding eye contact. you didn't dare look away and it was so hot.

"oh look at your pretty little pussy. she's so fucking tight. fuck. milking me so good. good girl." tears start pouring down your cheeks again as he rips your shirt right down the middle, the buttons flying everywhere. "I liked that shirt!" you sob. "i'll buy you a new one." he mutters in between grunts. you moan loudly as he shifts you so you're now sitting on his lap, the position allowing to sink even deeper back in your dripping cunt. he finally breaks the eye contact and dips his head down to start sucking and biting your hard peaked nipples. peaked from your arousal and the fact that the cold air from your cracked window is still seeping in. you're bawling your eyes out from the intense pleasure ethan is giving you. he's so deep you can feel him in your stomach.

"ethan, please!" "please what sweetheart? what do you need?" his hand snakes down and presses firmly on the bulge of him in your tummy. "I don't know!" you're blinded by the pleasure, your tears falling onto ethan's cheeks. "oh poor princess. there isn't a thought in that pretty little head is there. so drunk on my cock can't even think. who does this pretty pussy belong to?" you don't respond and he chuckles as he looks at you. drool seeping out the corners of your mouth, mascara running down your cheeks, your hands tangled in his hair trying to find something, anything to ground you so you can think but you can't. you're head is so airy and empty and you love it.

"who does this pretty pussy belong to?" ethan repeats. "you!" you cry out. "who's place is this?" he asks, pushing down on the bulge in your tummy. "yours!" you're so close, so close. all you can think about now is cumming. ethan thinks about taking it away but that seems too cruel for him. "oh but I thought it was chad? I thought you wanted chad to fuck you?" "no! not chad! only you!" you moan. "who do you belong to?" "you!" you scream/sob as he pinches your clit and you come, hard. you must've blacked out for a minute because when you come to, ethan's and your arousal are mixed together, dripping down his cock, and ethan is wiping your tears, still inside you. "you did so good for me, princess. my gorgeous good girl." he moves to pull out of your fluttering cunt and you whimper as you hold on.

"just a few more minutes" you slur, still on clouds of pleasure. "few more minutes?" he asks, moving to lean against the headboard, chuckling as you moan when he moves. "yeah." "ok, princess. a few more minutes." ethan smiles at your state in subspace, so airy. you tangle your hands in ethan's hair as you lean your head against his shoulder, falling asleep quickly while still impaled on his cock. ethan chuckles as he remembers. he kept his promise and he kept it well.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 4: The Cell

A/N: May the 4th be with you! I posted this on AO3 a few days ago and forgot to do it here. My brother and I are binging Star Wars movies so I’m doing this at the same time.

Warnings: 18+ Mentions of anxiety, intense feelings, imprisonment, canon violence, more legendary clones popping up, a nightmare, brief mention of blood, some Scorch pov.

Word Count: 4.1k+

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

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The room was bland. Grey metal walls, no windows, just a bunk, sink, toilet and a hidden shower cubicle you could summon from the wall. As soon as you’d been left alone, your hands had been all over this prison and you found no weaknesses. No gaps between the seamless plates of durasteel, no drafts even came under the completely sealed door. The vent in the ceiling that filtered your air, was too far away and definitely too small to climb through.

You sat in a corner, tucked behind the end of your bunk, between that and the wall. If you closed your eyes you could almost imagine being back on the Marauder, wedged between Gonky and the hull. Except this place smelled clean, too clean. There was no steady breathing from sleeping clones, no gentle hum of the ship as it travelled, all the little things you never knew you relied on for comfort.

Absently you rubbed your chest. Reminding yourself they hadn’t opened you up and inserted a slave transmitter to replace the last one. They wanted you for something else. Your mind had been racing, so many scenarios replayed constantly, but one fact you held onto.

If they wanted you dead, you would be.

The Empire wouldn’t have made such a show of retrieving you only to kill you straight away. No, they would use you up, and then kill you.

Regardless, you wished someone would make an appearance and actually tell you what was going on. All this waiting around was driving you crazy. You attempted meditation but nothing could stop you from over thinking. Your fingers flicked, scraping away the little bits of skin at the edges of your nails, something you had stopped doing because you’d been so busy recently…now all you had was the buzz of anxiety that stopped you from resting.

A single tear leaked from the corner of your eye and you brushed it away. You tried not to think about them, him. The crushing weight of fear and panic, of never seeing them again was waiting to pounce like a beast in the shadows. It dogged every thought, threatening to shroud you with the inky darkness that would pour into your scars until it spilled from you in dark waves.

The door opened with a soft whoosh and you huddled deeper into the corner, waiting for Doctor Hemlock to reappear. Who did come in was completely unexpected.

Tall and gangly, but graceful. The Kaminoan stepped into your room, her large eyes sweeping the room before she found you in the corner. “Hello, SP-25.” Her voice was far more willowy than the Kaminoan Senator and a sense of calm radiated from her. “I am Nala Se. I need to take a sample of your blood.” Sure enough, she produced a blood sample tube, placing it into the driver and clicking it in place. Anxiety surged, skin heated and you recoiled even further into your corner. Tech had said something was in your blood, something that told them what you were. They probably already knew, but logic was just a whisper over the internal screeching you had to swallow down.

Nala Se observed you with those large eyes, her white irises were a ring of brightness in the black of her stare. She cocked her head, a very inhuman gesture, and blinked lazily.

“My name is Stitch,” you grated out. “Why do you want my blood?”

“We need to test it.”

“Why?” You pressed. She moved closer, taking up such a large part of your tiny room. She must be one of the last Kaminoans, but did she leave Kamino willingly before the attack or was she taken as a prisoner?

“It is my job,” she answered. Resting your head on the wall you studied her, noticing the way her gaze held steady on you.

“What if I say no?”

“Doctor Hemlock is not someone you want to anger,” she stated slowly. You mulled over her comment. Hemlock did say if you cooperated you’d be ok, on the other hand you didn’t want them to find out exactly what you could do. Closing your eyes, you once again fought off the urge to cry and scream in her face, damn the consequences.

“I—,” your chest swelled with your breath. It didn’t matter how much you fought this, you had lost. “Ok.” All your movements were stiff, as though your own body was trying to fight you at every turn.

Nala Se gestured to the bed with a sweep of her large hand. She was surprisingly gentle for a being with such awkward looking limbs. The fluid smoothness of her skin felt like nothing you’d experienced before and you watched numbly as the driver clicked, drawing your blood with a hiss. The crimson liquid filled the chamber, disconnecting from your skin and leaving the smallest mark behind.

“Thank you, Stitch.” She went to leave, heading to the door where a trooper was waiting outside.

“What happens to me now?”

Nala Se paused, turning back to face you. “I shall see you tomorrow.” The trooper moved for her, taking a hand off his blaster to activate your door mechanism, his blue visor the last thing you saw before you were sealed away.

“Breathe…” you whispered. Expelling a shuddering breath through quivering lips, you finally allowed some feeling to bleed through the cracks of your soul until you couldn’t stay awake any longer.

You had no idea where you were. Red glowing lights came through the thick mist from unknown sources, bathing the world in the colour of blood. You were in the hideous, starchy clothes you’d been given, the material itched your skin with every movement and the boots pinched your feet.

“Hello?” The word echoed back to you, seeming to travel past you, around you, only to vanish into the depths you couldn’t see.

Bravely, your feet moved, shuffling against the smooth floor. A light bloomed under the sole of your boot and you quickly retreated, waiting for something to happen. The warm glow spread in a large circle, penetrating the weird mist and showing you the room was far larger than what you could see. A smaller ring lit to life in the centre and you gingerly crouched down to brush your fingers over the light.

Nothing was activated. The floor didn’t drop from beneath your feet and the walls didn’t start to close in on you. So you went towards the centre, peering into the mist in the hopes of seeing something or someone else.

A shadow loomed off to the left and you froze. Fear beat in your chest, pulsing in the tips of your fingers as pressure made your throat so tense you could barely swallow. “Hello?” Your whisper didn’t make it past the oddly lit cloud you were in the middle of and nothing else moved. Straightening up, you came to the conclusion you were alone.

So you headed for the shadow.

The machine was bulky. It looked like your tomography machine at the med centre, with a bed for someone to lay down in the centre. Your hand explored the slack restraints with gentle touches, your fingers curling inward at the feel of darkness that bled there. Faint screams buzzed at the back of your mind and you took a step back.

You didn’t like it here.

“I’d like to wake up now.” But telling yourself never helped. Only he could help pull you from these nightmares and you were…light years away from Tech right now.

Hopelessness carved a deep hollow in your chest and tears started to drip down your face. You were living a nightmare both awake and asleep.

A noise had you tensing. Just the breath of material as it fluttered with movement, but you couldn’t pinpoint where it had come from. Tears were forgotten on your cheeks, eyes searching the red glow for a shade that had haunted you for months.

Just as you were about to relax…hands reached from the mist and closed around your throat, choking off your scream into a faint wheeze. A fully cloaked figure materialised, yellow eyes rimmed with blood glowed from the darkness of his hood. He dragged your unwilling body closer, his whispered words scorching the very shell of your ear.

“You will give me what I want, child of the Jedi.”

No…

His chuckle started off low, growing increasingly louder, rebounding around the chamber you were in until it was all you could hear. It filled your mind, crowding over everything until you could take the cranial pressure no more.

You woke with a stifled scream in your mouth. Sweat coated your skin and your muscles shivered with terror. Your breaths were quick and shallow, rasping in the quiet of your cell, accompanying the thunder of your heart.

“Tech,” you sobbed softly. His name did nothing to ease the ache of agony in your chest. You’d give anything to feel his arms close around you, to hear his voice as he whispered everything was going to be ok.

Instead, all you had were tears for company.

Scorch had no idea what to expect when he entered your cell, but he was prepared for a fight. You were scrappy, he could see it in your eyes.

Hemlock had given him orders to test you in certain ways. If you resisted, reasonable force was permitted, that included using the drug concoction attached to his utility belt. Apparently stunning you wasn’t enough.

He marched down the corridor to your room, passing the entrance to the Vault before turning a corner. A commando was stationed outside your door at all times, making a note of anyone that came and went as well as reporting anything unusual.

Scorch had read the reports on you. A long lost prodigy to Jango Fett, apparently. Boba wouldn’t be happy about that, no wonder he’d been the one to bring you in. Chatter had said you didn’t go down without a fight and the boy was furious about it.

No wonder you had arrived in such a state.

His footsteps stopped and he shifted his blaster slightly as your door opened. Scorch was ready for anything you could possibly throw at him; in-fact he wished you created such a fuss he could leave you drugged up in your room and not have to take you to meet Niner. His mouth tugged down behind his helmet when he remembered the laughter that sounded down his com at the mention of babysitting. He was a Commando, the best of the best, ex-Delta squad and all round unbeatable soldier.

Stuck, babysitting some…girl.

The burly clone entered your room, his body tense and ready for a fight. What he didn’t expect was you, wedged in a corner, weeping. It threw him, but not enough to interest him. Maybe this was your newest tactic rather than fighting outright.

“Get up.” He could see you had changed into the body suit and boots that had been provided and you had showered. Good. He wouldn’t have to wait.

You looked up with red rimmed eyes, a flicker of anger crossing your face as you regarded him. Scorch watched you blot the tears away, pulling yourself together to stand up. He clocked the way your fingers grabbed the cuffs, noticing the dried blood around your nails. You glared up at him, eyes shining with held in tears, but behind them he could see what Hemlock had warned him against. The defiance was still there, you might have been complacent for Nala Se, but you had some unspoken issue with the clones at least.

“You’re to come with me.” As he spoke, he blinked to start the recording feed on his HUD, so he was seeing your face twice.

“Where are you taking me?” Your voice was scratchy and raw, emotion filled your words but it did nothing to crack Scorch’s tough exterior. You were a prisoner. A traitor to the Empire, but important all the same.

“Enrichment.” You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Enrichment? Like a pet?” You asked him, your scathing tone made his eyebrow lift in surprise. “Is it a yard where I get walked around with a chaperone incase I try to dust myself on the energy shields?” His fingers tightened around his dormant blaster. He couldn’t wait for Niner to smack that look off your face. Jango’s hidden child or not, there was no way you had the skills to defeat him hand to hand.

But Hemlock insisted there was more to you than what met the eye and he wanted these tests done.

Scorch moved to the side, gesturing with his blaster. “Move.” He could see the indecision as you warred with yourself. Your eyes never settled on a single place for long and your fingers were sore and ruined. He’d seen such behaviour before, in his brothers and fellow soldiers who had seen too much action.

Your chin lifted, coming to a silent decision. He watched every movement you made, his jaw clenching as you passed him to exit out of your room. Scorch walked a step behind you, using his extra visuals in the visor to keep an eye on you, especially when you dropped behind him with your shorter strides.

The doors to the Vault were closed and Scorch marched past them without faltering, but you paused. He could see you looking at them, your hand half raised like you were trying to touch something he couldn’t see.

Quietly he powered up his blaster, the telltale whine reached the auditory receptors in his helmet and he begrudgingly flicked it to stun. Hemlock was adamant you had to stay alive. For now.

To his surprise you shook your head, walking away from the door to stand next to him at the next set. Absently you raised a finger to your mouth, teeth making short work of the skin there. The doors opened to show the electromagnetic barriers that hummed loudly. He walked confidently forward, the barrier retracted, which you watched with calculating eyes in the red glow.

You stayed close to him, warily watching each barrier and noticing how only one was open at a time. A motion sensor relay activated the barriers, except in a lockdown situation.

He could almost feel your relief when you both emerged out of the other doors, the commandos standing watch, let you both pass without a word. Orders had been issued and they all knew you would be on the move within the compound. Scorch absently watched the chatter in the corner of his screen, everything was running smoothly for now. A ground patrol was returning with nothing to report and his com was thankfully quiet.

This part of the compound was almost a cross road; Scorch drew you to a stop with his blaster in the middle of your chest, so a group of commandos and clone prisoners could pass. Your eyes were wide and you looked slightly more peaky than before. Good, may the might of the Empire forever strike fear into the hearts of those who choose not to conform.

Everyone who was against the Empire was a traitor.

The pair of you finally reached your destination. Scorch opened the door and then stood to the side so you could enter before him. There was a second of hesitation from you, a brief flicker of your eyes in his direction but then you stepped inside. Walking past him without a fight. He was almost disappointed Niner was going to have all the fun. The other clone sat on the other side of the room dressed in his black body suit. His black commando armour was piled up tidily on the floor.

The room was small and sparse, training mats lined the floor with a few empty benches pushed against the walls. There was some equipment on the far side but Scorch had ordered all weapons removed. There was no telling what you were capable of.

Scorch heard your breath catch in your throat when Niner rose to greet you. He registered the way you froze, his display picked up on your elevated heart rate and he could see your eyes were glued to Niner who approached at a steady, but slow pace.

“Vod,” Niner nodded in Scorch’s direction before turning his caramel brown eyes to you. “I’m Niner.” He held out a hand for you to shake but your hands snatched out of his reach and settled behind you.

“Stitch.” Niner nodded, withdrawing his hand and using it to rub the faint stubble that lined his chin.

“Know why you’re here?”

Your back stiffened, a slight glance over your shoulder at Scorch was noticeable and Niner covered his mouth briefly.

“Enrichment, apparently,” you spat.

“Training,” Niner corrected. “It keeps you from going mad in this place.” You frowned, tilting your head slightly.

“Why? Aren’t I a prisoner?”

Niner shrugged his broad shoulders and spread his hands. “Orders,” he said simply. You looked like you were going to argue the point, but then your expression smoothed out and you nodded. Scorch minutely released the tension on his blaster.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with,” he heard you mutter.

“Have you fought hand to hand before?” Niner asked.

“Here and there.” Scorch checked the recording feed on his HUD and gave Niner the barest of nods to continue.

“Your objective in this session is to land a blow on me.”

“Can I take this off?” It took Scorch a second to register you were talking to him. Your hand fisted in the thick grey material that covered your body. “It’s uncomfortable.” Scorch had no idea what to say, but he highly doubted you were willing to fight naked, so he assumed you had something on underneath. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He swung his head round to look at Niner who shrugged as if to say; don’t look at me, vod.

There was a thud when you discarded the top layer of clothing, including the trousers and the boots, leaving you in a form hugging black vest top and some shorts. For the first time, Scorch got a good look at your skin and he could clearly see what you’d been through. He hated slavers and those whips, he remembered the way they felt when him and his squad accidentally came across some on a mission.

The scars littered your skin, etching out a silent story of pain and misery. The back of your legs were marked the worst, travelling up your body and littering your arms. When you turned, he saw the large mark on your chest, puncture wounds on your shoulder and jagged lines down your arms. You stared at his visor as if daring him to say something before giving Niner the same glare.

When no one said a word you seemed to relax. Exhaling loudly and rolling your shoulders, toes digging into the mat beneath your feet. Niner watched you stretch your arms for a moment, clearing his throat and moving a few paces away.

“I’m ready when you are,” he told you with a deep rumble.

You dropped into position, feet balanced, knees bent and your hands fisted. Niner mirrored you and the atmosphere in the room changed.

The only sound was the subtle press of your feet on the mat and the corse way air filled your chest. He looked so much like Jango it had momentarily knocked all sense from your body. Sure, all the clones obviously looked like Jango but Niner…Niner had been plucked right from your memories and dumped in front of you. He had the same awareness that Jango had with the way his body moved. The smoothness of his accent matched Jango’s flawlessly and it had taken all your control not to call him Jang’buir. Echoes of memories had haunted you for a while, sharpening into focus the longer you were with Rex and the others, and they threatened to resurface now.

You had to concentrate.

Watch him, ad’ika. See how he moves…find his weakness and exploit it.

You moved forward, trying to remember snippets that Hunter had drilled into you, as well as Fi, and lingering wisps of instruction from the man who raised you. It resulted in you being blocked with every move, your forearms clashing with Niner’s and jarring the bones in your arm. For a man his size, he was quick. Fluid. He moved with the confidence of someone born to fight.

Every combo, jab and kick you aimed was either dodged, deflected or avoided completely. Frustration curdled in your chest, heating your skin and sweat beaded on your brow. Niner had asked you to hit him. A simple enough request. And yet…the glint in his deep honey eyes was taunting you.

He never retaliated, only using defensive moves with no intention of attacking you back. That made it worse. With a restrained roar, you finally lost your temper. You jabbed at him, aiming for the softness beneath his ribs followed by an upper cut he barely managed to lean away from. Dropping into a crouch, you swept your leg and felt instant triumph when Niner slammed onto his back with a grunt.

You dropped beside him, crushing his right arm beneath your knee and he bit back a cry. His left arm moved in your peripheral, which you grabbed without even looking. Your free hand automatically closed round his throat and you released a breath you’d been holding.

Your vision began to darken, the room phasing out to the encroaching shadows as Niner’s memories bled into your subconscious. They raced past like a sped up movie. Snippets of voices brushed by along with smells and touch that he remembered and passed unwillingly onto you. Your hand tightened on his throat in surprise when a younger and much more carefree Fi was shown to you. He wore the same black armour, his eyes dancing with mischief…and then the vision was ripped from you.

Niner had managed to twist his arm from under your knee, prising your hand away from his throat and leaving behind a bruising mark on his skin. “Any time now!” He snarled.

The heavy footfalls of Scorch cut through your confusion. His presence loomed behind you, rough and ready but contained at the same time. Your eyes widened at the sound of the injector, unable to say a word of protest before it was jabbed ruthlessly into your neck and you collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Scorch stared at your prone form. His display scanned you quickly, numbers flew up to say you were fine with a slow and steady heart rate. As if you were in a deep sleep. Niner sucked in a ragged breath, coughing loudly and moving back away from you.

“Took your time,” he rasped.

“The whole point of this is to see what she can do,” Scorch reiterated back to him, shutting down the recording at the same time.

Niner stood, massaging his arm and rolling his shoulder with a wince. “Did you see the way she moved? The combos she used?”

“I did,” Scorch replied heavily. Moves he knew like his own armour. There was no doubt the reports on you were correct.

“She is Mando’ade.” Scorch scowled at the use of the mandalorian word, he’d never accept you as part of his heritage. You were a traitor. And you were something else as well. Something dangerous.

“She is aruetii. She will never be one of us. Gear up, you need to report for patrol duty.” Niner gave a curt nod but he avoided looking at Scorch’s helmet. Gathering up his armour and putting it on in a matter of minutes. Neither of them said another word but Scorch could feel the uncertainty from Niner as though he was breathing down his brother’s neck. He didn’t want this to be a problem, so he made the decision to leave the subject for now. If Niner showed signs of becoming soft, then Scorch would just reassign him.

A droid arrived with a gurney after Niner left, leaving Scorch to accompany you back to your cell. He watched the way the droid settled you back into bed before turning and leaving. He found himself staring at you, frowning and hating you just that little bit more.

“IC-1262, acknowledge.” Scorch was broken out of his reverie by the internal com crackling to life.

“Yes?”

“You’re needed on level 234, sir.” Scorch sealed the door to your cell, trying to focus on his duties but all he could see was the way you had over powered Niner for those few moments — a look so damning on your face — it made Scorch vow to be the one who would end you, if you became too much of a problem.

[knightsofeclipse]

(Facebook ate this twice as I resized my window, I'm gonna cry)

Light spoilers for the ball, I reference the events but really don't get into them.

A little background, I have been obsessed with what we can ascertain from "non-canon" events. The character lore and insights that might be hiding there. (So we're all on the same page, I'm using "non-canon" here to refer to events and episodes that do not share continuity with the rest of the series. The Freaky Friday episodes share their own continuity).

The events of the ball put the last piece of the puzzle (or so I thought, we'll come back to that) together for me about the first "non-canon" episode. That would be "In an alternate universe" which was uploaded to Facebook on January 4th of this year (2024).

Just to be clear, I am not making assertions on whether this was planned and intentional or not. I just think it's really interesting that a lot of this, I was only able to pick up on in hindsight.

In the episode, we follow Charlotte in the staff room with Sorscha. They're talking about annual leave and Charlotte falls sleep. When she wakes up, she's in an alternate universe where everyone is out of character.

Or that's how it seems at first glance.

Sorscha is dismissive, telling Charlotte to "tell someone who cares". Autumn is overly complimentary and approval seeking. Marjorie is hungover and moody, shouting about hating kids. And Carly is a bully.

Initially, I had read this episode as what it appears to be; a flip of everyone's personality. Just for fun with no real impact on anything.

Now, in hindsight, what it looks like (to me anyway) is Charlotte realizing these things about her friends that don't necessarily line up with how she views them and her looking, mentally, for a way to rationalize what she's being forced to acknowledge:

Autumn is lonely. She's desperate for approval from the people around her. She's just distanced herself from her father as she starts a relationship with Winter, essentially losing the approval of the last person she had felt close to while still being new to feeling close to someone outside her family. She's intense about it. I'd even go so far as to say, in this alternate universe, she becomes a parody of herself as she tries to gain Charlotte's approval.

Marjorie is short tempered. She makes bad choices. She's human. But she also tends to make those bad choices, and the resulting consequences, everyone else's problem. Listen well because you won't hear this from me again: Janice was right to call Marjorie out on this. Marjorie is not a very self-aware person and before Janice laid it out for her, she probably had no idea this was something she does.

And Carly. Carly is selfish. The events of the ball showed us her true colours and that she's only ever been out for herself. She makes her choices based on what will be the most entertaining for her with little regard for anyone else involved. And she rarely gets called out for this because most of the time she isn't hurting anyone with it.

Now, if we can go back to my "or so I thought" from before. Sorscha. I had forgotten her involvement in this episode. And going back to rewatch, she kinda threw this whole thing off. She is who I've been simmering on since the ball. We don't see a whole lot of her other self. But she's there. And we're reminded she's there at the beginning and end of the episode. And when Charlotte wakes from the dream, she's concerned that Sorscha "doesn't care".

Now, if I weren't so invested in this, I would probably count this as disproving everything I've just said. But then I remembered something Winter said recently (What in GODS name does that mean.. uploaded on September 2nd 2024). Sorscha was envious at how Charlotte has been talking more about her relationship with Mia, who she only started dating this year, than Sorscha has been able to talk about Clodagh, who she's been married to for ages. This connection turns what Sorscha said when Charlotte woke in the alternate universe, "tell someone who cares", around into Sorscha's own insecurities that no one wants to hear what she has to say if they also have something to say on it. She feels talked over. Which, like, same. Me too, queen.

Looking at everything we've learned about these characters from that point to the present, they were never out of character. It was an exaggeration of their worst traits. Really, their core characters. The flaws that plague them.

And if that was intentional, fantastic. Amazing. 10/10. I'm speechless. I love a long-haul payoff. And if it wasn't, that's so cool that things turned out that way!

I understand I am probably way overthinking this. Not everything needs to be this deep. But, just because it doesn't have to be, doesn't mean it's not incredibly cool that it turned out to be anyway.

I probably won't do an analysis like this for the Freaky Friday episodes. This episode just always felt kinda out of place and like it was trying to be something, I just could never figure out what that something was. Now that I feel like I've connected the dots, I'm satisfied.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

🔥🔥🔥, please!

Make Me Write Monday

Nice! For my current WIP, my Buck 1.0/118!Tommy fic, The First Evan! Lol I know I'm only supposed to write three sentences. But I thought fuck it, and I'm going to give a spoiler to something in the fic and I'm writing more than three sentences for this. I'll put it under the read more just in case no one wants to be spoiled. The spoiler is intense and is a plot point that someone actually asked about in the comments of the last chapter 😂 so, you've been warned. Enjoy!

“What do you think is a good ‘I’m sorry for our last fight?’ wine?”

A lot of people randomly asked Tommy things. Tommy wasn’t sure if he just had the face of someone to pour out your soul to or if he had some sort of energy about him, but random strangers tended to ask him things often or began out of the blue conversations with him.

Tommy.

Didn’t particularly like that. He didn’t really like situations where he had to talk to random strangers when all he wanted to do was buy some nice beer for Maddie to celebrate her new place. Alas, such was life. And despite Tommy’s want to not engage in this conversation, Tommy glanced to the side to find the man who asked. He seemed… out of place. Something about him wasn’t quite California.

But.

Hey.

A lot of people moved to Los Angeles. Maybe Tommy was overthinking whatever feeling he was getting from this guy. It was probably nothing.

“Someone I know just moved into a new place and I want to mend some fences,” further explained the man.

“I, uh. I don’t actually know much about wine,” said Tommy, because he found himself drawn into these sorts of conversations even when he didn’t want to be in them, “But, uh. My friend Chimney knows wine pretty well – Chimney?”

Tommy looked around. He knew that Chimney was around here somewhere. Evan and Eddie were in the store too, but Tommy didn’t know if Evan or Eddie knew wine.

Chimney and Eddie popped their heads down the aisle, fancy cheeses and meats in hand. They tossed their charcuterie into the shopping cart as Chimney said, “What do you need, Tommy?”

“Oh. It’s me. Hi,” said the man as he extended a hand, “Jason Bailey. I was just looking for a good ‘I’m sorry wine’. Chimney, was it? And Tommy?”

Tommy.

Reluctantly shook the man’s hand. But then immediately felt the need to say, “I have a boyfriend already, sorry. And Chimney’s kind of – well you’re not with her. But you’re going out on a date soon, right?”

Because.

Maybe Tommy just read the room wrong here. Sometimes Tommy did. He didn’t always pick up what people were putting down for him. It happened enough for Tommy to at least need to clarify.

Chimney beamed at the mention of it.

The date.

“I mean, it’s only a first date. And I don’t want to pressure her or anything. Her last relationship ended pretty badly, so… we’re taking it slow,” gushed Chimney, “But we’ll see how it goes.”

“Eddie’s single, now, though. Recently single,” suggested Tommy.

Eddie laughed.

“No. I am – I’m not in the headspace to date anyone. And I don’t think you’re my type, honestly?” said Eddie apologetically, “Sorry, man.”

“That’s so cute. The date. Not the recent divorce. I’m not – this isn’t me hitting on anyone. I’m actually buying this for my wife. We’re, uh. In a bit of a rough patch. I’m trying to smooth some things over,” explained Jason.

“Didn’t you say the wine was for someone you know who just moved into a new place and you wanted to mend some fences with?” asked Tommy, a little confused.

Jason shrugged.

His eyes.

A little dead when they gazed at Tommy for a moment. Or. Or maybe Tommy was seeing things that weren’t actually happening, because it didn’t look like anyone else noticed that. Maybe Tommy was being hypersensitive because of how this was just giving him flashbacks.

“I did say it was an ‘I’m sorry for our last fight’ wine too,” Jason pointed out.

Something. Felt wrong about this.

It reminded Tommy of his mom. His mom getting presents when she still had a black eye. That apology tour his father always went on after a particularly heated argument of his own making.

And.

No.

Not everyone was like that… right?

“Separated, huh? Yeah. Been there. It’s rough. But sometimes, it’s good to give them the space. To figure themselves out,” said Eddie, a little – a little more at peace with his own divorce, “You can’t hold onto someone who doesn’t want to be with you.”

For a moment, Jason looked like he might break the bottle of wine in his hands. He might just break it on Eddie. And reflexively, Tommy found himself subtly stepping between Eddie and this random man.

Something about his eyes.

Some anger that went away just as fast as it came.

It.

It reminded Tommy of his dad.

Impulsive. Rage at the drop of a hat. A charming smile in public.

Tommy didn’t like this conversation.

Jason’s anger eased as quickly as it came. And Tommy wondered if he had just been seeing things. Reading into things. It wasn’t as if Eddie or Chimney reacted to Jason the same way. Neither of them were feeling that fight or flight response, that panic quickening Tommy’s heartbeat.

“I think she’d like to see me,” Jason said amicably.

And.

Tommy was probably overthinking things, right? He wasn’t sure if Jason noticed what Tommy had done. If that was an overstep on Tommy’s part. If he was just being overprotective over a friend who could most definitely handle himself in a fight and Tommy knew that.

Tommy.

Needed to not be here.

“I’m, uh. I’m not very useful in this conversation, anyway. I’m going to go find where Evan went off to,” said Tommy as he turned the cart around and left the aisle.

Left Eddie and Chimney with Jason.

And he felt terrible doing that. But he really needed to stop talking to that man.

[amethystina]

Good morning/afternoon 🌸

I am interested in reading about u have added to these following fics:

Who holds the devil (is it sad ? :()

Gravitational pull (this one is very sexy and sensual. I am excited to see what u added to it !)

I hope u have a lovely day/afternoon/night 🌷 and good luck with ur health 💗

Thank u for always spoiling us 🦋

Good evening! 💜

Alright, here we go!

Who Holds the Devil

To be honest, the most recent thing I did for this fic was to look through my plans for the coming five chapters and rearrange a couple of things. Because I noticed that some scenes needed to come in a different order for the story to make logical sense.

I don't have any snippets as such (again, a lot of it is just a series of lines of dialogue xD) but what I can say is that the next chapter will focus on the trial and Ga On's therapy appointment. Though the latter might not be entirely what you all are hoping for x'D

But there will be lots of Elijah, so that's something?

Yo Han and Ga On are also going to start having somewhat more normal conversations again, either in the next chapter or the one after that (it depends on how many scenes I can fit into the next one without it getting too long). That's not to say that things will be fixed or easy by any means, but they're getting closer to finding some sort of new normal.

Whether or not that's a normal they actually want, well — that's another thing entirely.

Admittedly, this is the story I'm the most careful not to give spoilers for, so sorry for being a little less forthcoming. But I will say that as things are planned right now, chapters 43-47 will all contain scenes I've been waiting months — if not years — to write. I am seriously so excited for a lot of them and I can't wait for you all to see them.

Lots of good things to come! :D

(and by good I sometimes mean painful but I promise it'll be worth it in the end)

Gravitational Pull 2

Oh man, do I feel guilty about this one. Because it's fully plotted. I know exactly what's going to be in it and I'm really looking forward to it since it's going to explore another "what if" scenario that breaks canon, but I'm just... not writing it? For a while there it was because I know this instalment will contain sexual content and that was — and still is — a bit intimidating. But I can't say I've never done it before since I've now written Each Touch. And, in all honesty, the sex in the Gravitational Pull sequel isn't quite as intense, though arguably more ill-advised from a social etiquette standpoint — all Yo Han's fault, obviously.

In the end, I think the main reason I haven't continued — despite wanting to — is lack of time and not having been able to prioritise it. I only have so many hours when I can write and, due to all of my health issues, it's always less than I would like.

That said, I have every intention of continuing and actually have a little bit written already. The fic will continue right after the first one — or the day after, to be more precise, when Yo Han, Ga On, and Jin Joo are in the car heading towards Hyeongsan-dong and the riots.

And here's a little snippet!

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Ga On tried his best not to look at Yo Han.

The tension lay thick inside the car, the silence pushing against Ga On's eardrums. Judge Oh, who sat in the back, probably assumed it was because of the crisis at hand — apprehension at the thought of what lay ahead of them — but that was only partially true. Ga On was also struggling with an insistent, nerve-wracking hum of concern, making his spine stiff and throat tight.

Yo Han shouldn't be here. He was still injured — only a day had passed since he'd gotten shot.

No matter how grave the situation was, Yo Han should be at home, resting, not driving them to an area of Seoul that was quickly becoming as chaotic as an active war zone.

Ga On gritted his teeth — until his jaws began to hurt from the strain — and looked down at his hands. They were tightly clenched in his lap, his thumb rubbing restlessly over the other. Perhaps Ga On was being too selfish, but he didn't want Yo Han to put himself in danger like this — not when he wasn't at his best. Ga On could admit that Yo Han hid it well but since Ga On knew to look for it, he could see the subtle delay in Yo Han's movements and how he held himself slightly more rigidly than usual.

Yo Han was still in pain.

He still had a goddamn hole in his stomach but pretended that he didn't.

And Ga On had to play along, since Kang Yo Han couldn't show weakness. The people around them couldn't know that the chief judge was injured. The fact that their opponents did was already bad enough — and was probably why they chose now to try and overthrow him. They didn't think Yo Han would be able to fight back as fiercely — with as much precision — as he normally would.

They were expecting an easy victory.

But, even injured, Yo Han was a force to be reckoned with and, as always, would do whatever it took to win.

Even if it jeopardized his own well-being — and Ga On's peace of mind.

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In canon, Ga On obviously had no idea that Yo Han was injured when they were doing all this reckless shit, but here he does. And BOY does he hate it. Which I can't blame him for. But it's also not going to stop Yo Han because, well, Yo Han.

I think I'm just going to have to schedule a time to finish writing this if I want to get it done — preferably sometime soon...

Thank you so much for the ask! And you have a lovely day too :D

WIP Tag Game

[centrally-unplanned]

Do you think Germany could have won on the Eastern front?

Finished Stahel's Kiev book, which is basically more of the same from Barbarossa. He seems like he feels the need to prove Germany couldn't win, not just that he believes it and argues why.

From Tooze we know German war production was geared to aircraft well prior to Barbarossa, and Hitler refused to release large numbers of extra tanks until right before Typhoon. So there's at least some slack here.

I wish he turned the question around, asked what it would take to knock out the USSR, then see if Germany could've managed it.

~Woo Stahel posting! He is definitely a fun read regardless of if one agrees or doesn't. I am infamous for being a Barbarossa truther, I think Germany definitely "could have won" in the East. But of course, it is all around what we mean by that. If I was isekai'd into the head Third Reich in July of 1940 with a cadre of mutuals wielding absolutely authority, could I have beat the Soviets? Absolutely, none could possibly resist my strategic genius, honed on endless rounds of Hearts of Iron & Lesswrong blog posts. But that isn't a realistic scenario right, that isn't going to happen; Nazi Germany didn't have nearly enough hot elf chicks to attract any isekai protagonist portals, for one. We need to be specific here.

I tend to think the material constraints are definitely not overwhelming, the Nazis had a ton of slack. You mention the withheld reserves, and as you know from Stahel's earlier works the entire operation was run on blindly optimistic assumptions, the simple idea that a massive operational victory would usher in complete collapse, and so reserves were unnecessary. A me-at-the-helm Germany with no extra magical resources could still have had double the tank numbers, double the planes, probably a solidly higher cadre of rolling stock for resupply, and certainly things like better winter equipment (there would be hard limits, like truck supply isn't getting much higher I don't think). Something I have often highlighted is that while the Germans were "fuel constrained" it was with a policy of keeping fuel in reserve in large quantities, they were not close to the bottom in 1941. If they treated 1941 as "maximal effort, do-or-die", as I think they should to exploit their real-but-definitionally-temporary doctrinal-tactical advantage, they could not only have had bulkier armored formations and more supply "units" but ran more units in the field at the same time and for harsher tempos - part of why they didn't "field more tanks" is that they thought they were at their supply cap, but that was a policy choice.

I think you in other posts have shown you read the recent ACX review of How The War War Won, a stellar book. They mention in that review that the Germans had as many people working in airplane manufacturing as the US did in late war - of course making far less planes. But still, that was far higher than they were in 1941! Those people generally existed then, many were Soviet POWs but by no means all. Germany "woke up" to the stakes of their war in 1942, and began much more intensive economic mobilization then; nothing material was stopping that sooner.

Something that the Battle of Kiev also breaks down is a common idea that the Nazi operational advantage was predominantly in the surprise of the opening operation, that all their units were pristine and executing long-rehearsed plans, and that the path of Barbarossa was a sort of inevitable fade of that surprise. There is truth in that of course but Kiev was well after the surprise had worn off, and using units that on the Nazi's own operational charts said were so shredded as to be "unfit for offensive operations". And they still pulled off the greatest operational victory Nazi Germany ever achieved anyway. So much of Stahel's (very impressive and valuable) work is listing out like August 1941 memos and diary entries about how the Mud Sea of the Russian Steppe and the endless hordes of Soviet bodies had burned down the spirit of the soldiers, and how all the German officers were getting into fistfights with each other over a broken operational plan they had to pivot on the fly. But they kept winning, so?

Something I will criticize Stahel for is that, to make his case work, he needs Kiev to be exceptional, which he finds in Stalin's idiocy and meddling, making it a battle that should never have happened, that any sane leader would have averted. And Stalin is no strategic genius, for sure. But the case is way too strong - it rests on the hindsight 20/20 idea that the Soviet Union could just toss aside the economic assets of the Ukraine and just go on fighting. We know that that happened, that they could do that. But their victory masks how close to economic collapse they got, the days the spent on starvation-level calories building tanks that broke down after a single battle while running their rail stock and truck fleet into the ground. Perhaps, to not get into it right now, to only be bailed out by Lend Lease, the scale of which in 1941 the USSR could not have bet its horse on. He presents an overly rosy view of the idea of "strategic retreat" that the reality of war and internal Soviet thinking doesn't quite match.

Which is all to say that, under many timelines, the Nazis would have found victories like Kiev, and the Soviet leadership was not comically stupid. Our scenario of victory does no rely on a rigged game of the Nazi leadership becoming ubermensch while the Soviet rats witlessly scurry about their sinking ship or anything. I do think that a Nazi leadership that took the Soviets seriously, prepped intensively, understood the stakes that failing to achieve a quick victory meant a two-front war with probably the US on England's side, a war where they would be outnumbered 5 to 1, and so any price to boost the odds was worth paying, could have at least set themselves up for something like a win. Not guaranteed or anything, maybe not even 50% odds, but a solid chance.

Okay this went way longer than I expected, so to wrap it up quickly the next level is to ask - could the existing Nazi leadership have realized that? Can I kill off or brain-transplant just like few people and change how they operate enough while still keeping them as coherently the same entity? And I think to that the answer is probably not. I'll set aside the long case here, but you know it from reading Stahel - they had awful infrastructure for strategic planning, the median think tank today has a bigger staff than OKW did, they had ideological blinders on Soviet capabilities which they could not shed pre-first blood, etc.

And more importantly, in 1941 they were winning. They seemed safe, they seemed fine. Like, all that 1942 mobilization of the economy? It was done in part via mass-scale slavery and forced starvation. Something the Nazis were perfectly willing to do in 1943! But after they had just conquered Paris? Telling its new allies in Romania or whatever "hey we conquered Europe but our situation is so desperate we need forced labor battalions to man the Skoda Works factories"? This just isn't how politics works, no combatant did that in World War Two. The Allies in their ludicrous industrial might could afford that mistake; the Axis, trying to thread the needle of victory through the miracle eye of unlikely probabilities, could not. I don't think getting so deft a strategic tailor at the helm of the Nazi strategy was in the cards in 1941 in any of the "adjacent" timelines. You would need something pretty big to shift.