#Wildcard Films

[jontheblogcentric]

VIFF 2024 Review: Frewaka

Clare Monnelly plays a student nurse who senses something troubling and beyond her control in her patient’s house in Frewaka. It’s very rare to see a film in the Gaelic language at the VIFF. Frewaka, from the Altered States series, is that film and a lot more. The film begins in 1973. There’s a wedding in a local village. The wedding is crashed by village locals in traditional fashion wearing…

[vriskaserketdaily]

"is vriska a film bro?" no but she does take note of the directors when watching films and loves to disagree with both dave and karkat on their film opinions. she always supports kanaya's takes though

[kidcooperart]

Just a small question for the mk 2000 au, where would Liu Kang be in all of this? (If there is a post about it, I would love to know ^^)

Haven't mentioned him yet! Since this is mk1 inspired, he's in the older group. I imagine he's taking care of Kung Lao and Raiden (they were briefly mentioned in my last post). I haven't planned much for him in this au as I don't really have someone he can bounce off of. I should figure out a way for him to meet Johnny and his group, they were always fun in the previous timeline (see the 90's mk movie)

I think it'd be kinda funny if this was canon divergence, and he's still Time Keeper he just made everyone an Earthrealmer and he n Geras can just chill lmao

[lectern-fullcauldron]

ok so since it's just occurred to me that the fandom is constantly growing and changing and learning, there's some bits of hermit backstory that I know that others might not. hermitfacts coming up:

the server was built as an equal mix of builders and redstoners (and then Joe Hills was added as a WILDCARD to shake things up)

season two only happened because Joe Hills ran a coup

tango is the father of the iron farm, before 1.14 made iron farms easy, your best bet was to ask tango. tango also modded villagers before the villager update

etho invented the etho hopper clock, revolutionised the minecraft let's play, and inspired a lot of the server to play/film

impulse is the guy behind the item sorter, and he is a master of villager manipulation, with his villager breeder being in massive use

bdubs' brother, pungence, joined hermitcraft before he did and played for season one

iskall is behind the vault hunters mod and it's really cool and you should check it out

the way cub built concorp inspired Mojang to update the way villagers work

doc is friends with the Mojang game Devs (even if they took his arm)

Hypno runs the hermitcraft website, even when he's not active on the server

Welsknight came in to defend the others in a rap battle when he was away from the server

Stress runs a fitness channel alongside her Minecraft channel and being a parent

Joe hills used to have a webcomic and do drawing streams - he saw twitch be born, and will likely see twitch die

Scar got his start in call of duty

Joe Hills thought hermitcraft was a scam when he was invited

add your own!

[megameatymatt]

NSFW Alphabet - Chris Sturniolo

summary: what sex with Chris is like

TW: smut!

requested?: nope

A/N:feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated!

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Aftercare - do they or how do they take care of you after?:

After sex, Chris will make sure you're okay. Then he'll either cuddle and kiss you or watch a movie with you. Or both

Body part - theirs and your favourite:

Your favourite body part of his, is his hands. You love how long his fingers are, and when he gets his nails painted

His favourite body part of yours is your ass or your thighs. He loves seeing you in a bathing suit, or shorts. He loves grabbing your ass as he walks up behind you.

Cum - their favourite place to cum:

Chris loves filling you up. Pushing his cum back in you with his fingers every time it starts to drip out. But other than that, he loves cumming on your ass or face. He also loves watching you swallow his cum.

Dirty secret :

Since Chris is always busy, he really wants to film a sex tape with you. just something to watch whenever he misses you.

Experience - their body count:

I feel like Chris hasn't had a lot of experience, but he knows enough to fuck you right.

Favourite position:

Chris's favourite position in doggy style. He just loves the sight of your ass poking up and your back arching as he bends you over.

goofy - how serious are they during sex?:

Chris is serious during sex. He doesn't like cracking jokes, mostly because he's just so in the moment

Hair :

he's well trimmed and doesn't let it grow out

Intimacy - How intimate are they during the moment?:

Chris is planting kisses and leaving hickeys on your shoulders and neck when he pounds into you from behind.

jerking off - masturbation:

He does it all the time to pictures of you. He literally can't hold himself back.

Kink(s):

He definitely has a breeding kink. He also likes choking you and pulling your hair

Location - their favourite place to do it:

Anywhere he possibly can. The bed, kitchen, bathroom, shower. anywhereeee.

motivation - what turns them on:

He loves seeing you in a bikini, shorts, or skirt. You just look so good.

No- something they wouldn't do:

Just like Matt, Chris isn't really into BDSM. He wouldn't wanna hurt you in anyway.

He's also not really into being submissive

Oral- do they give or receive?:

Chris loves eating you out. He loves seeing you trying to keep your legs open while he spreads your folds. But nothing beats you giving him head. He loves pushing your head further down on his cock while watching tears form in your eyes, smudging your mascara.

Pace:

It depends on his mood, and the vibe of the night. But most of the time he's fast

Quickies:

Chris likes quickies. he doesn't care how long, he just wants to be in you.

Risk:

Chris likes experimenting and taking risks. You guys will try different things and positions but he'll always ask you for consent first.

stamina- how long can they last?:

Chris will go as many rounds as you need him to. But on nights where he really needs you, he won't stop till it hurts

Toys:

Just like Matt, Chris doesn't use any toys on himself. You're already more than enough for him. But he loves using them on you, especially when you're overstimulated.

Unfair- how much do they tease?:

Chris teases the fuck out of you. He'll make sure you're whining and begging before he fucks you. But to be fair, you tease him a lot to, and it only makes him want you more.

"fuck Chris- please" You whimper

"i told you not to tease me baby"

Volume:

Chris is mostly grunting as he thrusts into you, but he's never afraid to let out a moan

Wildcard:

Chris wants to fuck you to your favourite songs, just so you could have a memory attached to it every time you listen to them

You were in the bathroom music blaring through your speaker when Chris walks in.

"Remember when i fucked you to this" he said smirking.

"shut up Chris!" You say, heat rising between your legs as you think about it.

"wanna do it again?"

X-ray:

we've all seen that outline, he's long. Probably like 6 and a half.

Yearning - how high is their sex drive?:

Chris is ALWAYS down for sex. Everything you do turns him on, he just can get enough of you.

Zzz- how quickly they fall asleep afterwards:

When you guys cuddle after sex, He's out like a light. His head on your chest as you stroke his hair.

REQUEST ARE OPENNN (im begging pls, my brain is dry i have no ideas)

[vinnymauro]

i'm slashing my way through the golden age of the silver scream

tj mikelogan's halloween 2024 event day 31: wildcard — ice nine kills music videos (and some of my favorite films)

[mikelogan]

TJ MIKELOGAN's HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT

RULES:

Use the tag #USERTJ to share your creations (and so I can reblog them)

Include "TJ MIKELOGAN's HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT" + that day's prompt in your caption

Reblog this post

THINGS TO KNOW:

This event is open to anyone who wants to participate – gifmakers, editors, etc. – and you do not have to be following me if you don’t want to! Create gifsets, graphics, moodboards, whatever you enjoy!

You can do as many or as few prompts as you want! This is supposed to be fun, so no need to put unnecessary pressure on yourself.

Interpret the prompts however you see fit; stick to them as loosely or as rigidly as you want! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to send me an ask or DM!

When I reblog your creations, I will tag them as halloween24event and I will tag mine as *halloween24

Make sure to check out the #USERTJ tag as well so you can see what everyone else is coming up with and share what they’ve created! Even if you’re not participating in the event yourself, please support creators by REBLOGGING!

PROMPTS:

DAY 1: Your go-to Halloween movie DAY 2: Colors – orange and black DAY 3: Foreign horror DAY 4: Classic horror (pre-2000s) DAY 5: Villains DAY 6: Horror parallels  DAY 7: Vampires DAY 8: Costumes and makeup DAY 9: Horror movie soundtracks DAY 10: Animation DAY 11: Obscure horror DAY 12: Newer horror (2000-2010) DAY 13: Horror television DAY 14: Horror tropes DAY 15: Halloween episodes/specials DAY 16: Colors – purple and green DAY 17: POC in horror DAY 18: Spooky musicals DAY 19: Horror remakes DAY 20: Quotes DAY 21: Make it horror DAY 22: LGBT+ horror DAY 23: Modern horror (2010-2024) DAY 24: Horror sequels DAY 25: Final girls DAY 26: Colors - black & white DAY 27: Period (historical) horror DAY 28: Halloween nostalgia  DAY 29: Horror film that scared you the most  DAY 30: Favorite horror movie DAY 31: Wildcard – your choice

last year's event post + creations

gif frame/border can be found here by @raccoonscity

Below the cut, I’m tagging those who reblogged my original poll regarding this event and were either interested in participating or signal boosting, those who participated last year, as well as some moots who’ve expressed interest in all things Halloween and horror. Regardless of why you were tagged, please don't feel obligated!

@kizzyedgelll @scarecrowmax @vinmauro @sidprescot @showyoumyfavoriteobsession

@thepunkpanther @idlewarning @3rdboywonder @hollytanaka @rhcenyra

@mvthr @taiturner @stuckinthedeadlights @chappelroans @maybethistimemegz

@katieskrsgard @charmedslayer @marionsravenwoods @kvtnisseverdeen @usertiff

@sapphic-girls @elssbethtascioni @esmecarmona @maxinesminx @maxanor

@magicaplin @miwtual @scullys-scalpel @sculien @muldxr

@angelamcss @finnickodaiir @ianmckellen @cowboykeery @laurabenanti

@chaoticroad @muldery @kizzyedgelll @leodanbrock @anyataylorjoys

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.

But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.

So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.

The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.

From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.

But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.

Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…

You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.

It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.

“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.

“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”

You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.

With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.

“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”

“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.

You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.

And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.

You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.

“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.

“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.

The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.

He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.

You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.

You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.

“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.

“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.

“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.

Bingo.

“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.

“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.

“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”

“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”

The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.

“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.

Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.

All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.

“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.

“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.

“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.

“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.

“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”

He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,

“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”

[thewinterpoet2]

ROXANNE

Jake Peralta x Reader

In which the reader is a secret vocalist outside of work as a detective in the 99th precinct, Jake becomes suspicious which leads to feelings rising to the surface.

WARNINGS: Swearing, themes of crime, theft, interrogation.

Word count: 15,654

Y/N~ Your Name

L/N~ Last Name

The first time Jake started to become suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

It was nearing Christmas which meant crime in Brooklyn had reached a new level of stupid, leading every Detective and Beat Cop to internally curse every black Friday sale to hell for eternity.

The squad of the 99th Precinct tended to be divided around the holidays, Boyle sprung into action, in true Boyle fashion, buying ridiculously expensive gifts for, well, everyone.

Santiago spent countless hours writing Christmas cards, and for the fifth year in a row, apologised incessantly to an exhausted UPS driver as she reluctantly returned all her holiday gifts for Captain Holt.

Gina loved Christmas and celebrated, to some, in what would be a very unusual way. But in her defence, setting up a PO box for her fans, meant she could have a very cheap Christmas. Thrifty and entrepreneurial, that's Gina.

Whereas, some members of the squad weren't as keen on Christmas. We know how Jake feels about Thanksgiving and with no suprise, this translates to his views around Christmas, too.

Rosa Diaz, although she hides it very well, spends Christmas with her family every year. Now her sexuality was out in the open, the healing her family went through have led, thankfully, to a much closer relationship. Rosa would never say this out loud, but knowing that they're fighting in her corner, is the best gift she could have ever asked for.

Oh, but if you asked she'd definitely tell you to "Mind your own fucking business before I get involved in yours" and according to her, "you definitely don't want that, do you?"

Jake Peralta was a great detective but a tricky human being. To put it bluntly, Jake hated Christmas. He hated carols, trees, "little scary elves that show up everywhere", and most of all, romcoms. Jake despised hallmark romance films. Was it because he was single for the 8th Christmas in a row? Who could tell, but he'd certainly deny it if anyone had the courage to ask.

Y/N, was definitely the wildcard out of the squad, especially when it came to the holidays. She'd told every detective the same bullshit tale of how she was going back to England to see her family for the holidays, how her least favourite gift is socks, how more than anything she hates carolling. Because, jesus, no one wants to hear her sing!

Detective L/N was a liar, for many reasons. Yes she was from England but she actually didn't mind socks and the biggest lie of all, maybe she'd convinced the detectives they wouldn't want to hear her sing... But her bandmates and their followers definitely did.

See, Y/N wasn't just a Detective, she was a trained singer, performer and songwriter. After work she tended to dodge Shaw's to head to band practice or straight to a gig, not that anyone had figured that out of course.

Not yet anyway.

Tne first time Jake became suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

Jake and Y/N were in the middle of interrogating a perp, nothing too gruesome or inhumane, a couple counts of petty theft and something that would hopefully have led to a new lead about a future bank heist.

William Dobson was his name.

"Why do all these perps have such boring names, why isn't he called Franco Goldminer"

Peralta turned around, slamming an evidence file onto the nearest desk. Y/N looked unamused at the topic of conversation but not surprised, it was Jake after all.

"Because I'm pretty sure 'Franco Goldminer' is A) too obvious for a criminal B) kind of ironic and C) sounds like an idiot that still lives with his mum in his 30s"

Jake's eyes twinkled at her quick and easy retort, not that she'd have seen that of course.

"Nah I stand by it, he's got a dumb name"

Scoffing Y/N stopped reading the provided statement, sighing in conclusion, rubbing her face with her hands,

"So we've got nothing, Jesus."

Peralta let out a sigh of annoyance,

"L/N why don't you go talk to him, I'll watch and see if he opens up to you"

Giving a cheeky grin he continued,

"I would say you could try annoy him into talking but you basically do that anyway"

Slapping his shoulder Y/N walked straight back into interrogation, ignoring his laughter trailing behind her.

William looks up at Y/N, recognition dawning on his face.

Fuck, this wasn't good.

"So Dobson, recount the night of the 16th for me again, seems some details don't match up from the tapes-"

Mid sentence you're cut off,

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Y/N made a sound of aggravation at being cut off

"Small world, lots of people. Anyway the footage shows a different time to the one you claim you-"

"Roxanne on 5th right?"

Shit, shit, SHIT. Y/N's blood ran cold at the name of the club she performs at, it's nice to meet fans, just not in the middle of an interrogation.

Fuck she had to play this off cool, nochelant, like nothing happened.

"I don't care about your personal life Dobson, you're here because you're a criminal. Distraction techniques won't work with me, I don't recall being your best friend, Sir"

Awesome she thought, professional and managed to get an insult in at the same time.

"aren't you in that ba-"

Slamming her file onto the table

"Jesus give it a rest you don't know me"

Y/N's voice came out high pitched, aggravated and very, well, unlike her. This was enough to peek Peralta's interest from behind the glass, this wasn't the Y/N he knew, his coworker who hated anything boring but rarely took risks.

Hands up in defeat, Dobson backs down and the interrogation continues as it was before, absolutely useless.

What Y/N didn't know is Peralta was on the other side of the glass, a puzzled expression on his face;

This was the day Jake Peralta made it his mission to investigate further.

"Who are you Y/N?" He mumbled.

A few weeks later, Jake stopped going to Shaws with the squad.

This in itself was confusing for his fellow detectives, Boyle was practically heartbroken thinking that he'd done something to scare his best friend off.

This led to Boyle doing everything he could to try and entice Jake to their bar, regardless of how weird it was.

Boyle is Boyle, he's very extra, but he's got such a big heart and that's all that mattered to Jake.

However, Charles' interference was only causing Jake more stress, his plan needed to be a secret to be able to make this work.

It was a Friday night, the day before New Year's Eve. Y/N had requested annual leave tomorrow, something that was rarely granted on holiday's (thanks again New York) Jake managed to find this much out from a single conversation with Gina, oh, and because the holiday schedule was on a public server but that seemed too easy.

If he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely was now, something was in the water and he simply had to know what was going on.

It's not like Jake was OBSESSED with Y/N, he just wanted to know her on a more personal level and she made that incredibly difficult.

"I like to keep myself to myself, work is work, home is home. Keep them separate"

Her beautiful voice repeated the devastating series of words more times than he'd have liked to have heard them. Never. None. No thanks.

He'd invited her to Shaw's so many times he'd lost count, he'd asked if she wanted to watch Die Hard at his apartment, he'd even asked if he could do more overtime so he could spend more time with her. In the 6 years he'd worked with her he'd made absolutely zero progress, it's hard to fancy someone that doesn't acknowledge your existence.

Jake thinks Y/N is perfect.

Plain and simple.

Starring at her, lost in thought. He thinks about her eyes, how he wishes one day she'd look at him with the same love and happiness he looked at her with. He wonders what their kids would look like, okay Jake that's a bit far you're sounding a bit like Charles, he internally scolds himself.

"JAKE" Y/N snapped her fingers to get his attention, a look that can only be described as concern adorning her features.

"Huh? Oh yes, yes. I agree, yes let's do that. Whatever it was you said" He rambled at the speed of light, pretending to have acknowledged the last 20 mins that don't exist in his mind.

A smirk grew on Y/N's face, something he barely saw but made him feel like the room just got 20 times hotter.

"Oh so you were listening, yeah? Fabulous, so we can go ahead and schedule the hip replacement..."

Jake's eyes grew wide, babbling out some incoherent nonsense he managed to find two words; "HIP REPLACEMENT?"

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and cried with laughter, barely being able to form any words.

"I was talking to you about someone I booked using their need for a hip replacement as an excuse, I joked she could use yours" wiping away tears, Y/N's laughter dies down seeing his daze and confusion.

"Are you okay, Jake?" Starring him down, he does what he does best, panics.

"I have to go" Jake stands up bolts out the room at top speed, leaving a very concerned Y/N.

Y/N has always liked Jake, he's bubbly, silly, but cares so much about everyone in his life, he'd go above and beyond for anyone and that's something you can't buy. She has wanted to let him into her personal life for a while but mixing personal and professional has never worked in her favour so she stops herself from letting things get weird and complicated again. Life is as complicated as she makes it after all.

Tomorrow Y/N's band were performing at Roxanne again for their NYE party, she was debuting the title song of their new cover album. Y/N has always been such a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, so "Go Your Own Way" definitely made the cut, providing, Jamie and Simon (her bandmates) were okay with that of course. She was excited, finally time to let her hair down and shed any stress from work.

Jake, after running out at top speed, took to his phone, made a few calls and booked a table tomorrow night for nine people.

At Roxanne.

Jake, Charles, Rosa, Amy, Terry, Captain Holt, Gina, Sully and Hitchcock.

And Y/N had no idea.

Well, neither did anyone other than Jake. This was going to be interesting.

The morning of NYE came and Y/N was ecstatic, eating breakfast at lighting speed, grabbing a coffee, brushing her teeth and then heading to the subway, felt like seconds. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun.

Y/N arrived at Roxanne at just gone 1pm and immediately hugged Jamie who gave a huge grin seeing her arrival.

"Hi baby! Don't you look a treat, you excited for later?"

Blushing and hitting his shoulder Y/N laughed at his brash complimenting.

"Yeah, yeah, save it Jame, where's your boyfriend? He better not be hiding, we're fucked without him"

"Right here gorgeous"

Y/N jumped and let out a sharp gasp seeing him right behind her.

"Don't scare me like that, dick!"

Laughing he pulled her into a hug.

"Ready to blow the world away with your pipes tonight angel?"

Laughing gently she said "As ready as I'll ever be, right let's practice idiots. Then we can grab some food before we have to change"

Y/N had her mind free from work and Jake, but for Jake, well that was another story.

To Jake this was a stakeout, he had no idea whether he'd find a Mafia organisation or nothing at all. He phoned up Roxanne to ask about the event but all they said was to "Check the damn website, it's not 1942 anymore" and the website hadn't been updated in months.

Jake was terrified.

An afternoon turned into the evening and soon Y/N was slipping on a red sequined dress, black knee high boots, two lace black gloves, smokey, dark makeup and her hair was in curls, ready to take to the stage.

Roxanne was bustling already and it had only just gone 8, she was on in 30 mins and this was their moment.

Warmed up and excited, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she jumped up and down to hype herself up, she had got this.

Jake on the other hand, was only just getting ready, nothing too extravagant just a classic shirt, no tie and a jacket, but a clean jacket so it counts, right? The table was booked for 9 and he had no idea what was going to happen or what would be uncovered.

5 minutes to their opening call, Jamie, Simon and Y/N were all hugging and hyping up each other, knowing this was going to be the performance of a lifetime.

The crowd are cheering already, the bar is stacked and there's no space in the room, the floor is filled to the brim full of people and the only remaining space is one singular table on the balcony of the club, a reserved sign sitting neatly in the center.

"LADIES, THEYDIES AND GENTLEMEN, TONIGHT WE TAKE YOU INTO THE NEW YEAR IN STYLE, YOU KNOW THEM, YOU LOVE THEM, IT'S 'CRIME ME A RIVER"

Running out onto the stage, the heat from the stage lights hit Y/N and then everything changed, her body felt warm and she'd never felt more comfortable. The first notes started of Go Your Own Way and she took a breath then started to sing.

Loving you

Isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things

That I feel?

The crowd scream at the sound of her voice, the sweet melody carrying through the entire club, out the doors, into the night.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

How can I

When you won't take it from me?

Y/N can't help but think about Jake as she sings, music really is true to the heart and god what her heart wants more than anything is him.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

Jake and the squad pull up to the club, Terry already confused about why they're at such a random location on NYE when they could be at Shaws or "somewhere that doesn't look straight out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show"

Squeezing through the crowd blocking the entrance to the club, Jake heard Amy gasp.

"Oh my god, Jake"

"No fucking way" Rosa chimed in.

"This is unexpected" Gina remarked.

"Terry did not see this coming" Terry exclaimed.

Tell me why

Everything turned around

Packing up

Shacking up is all you want to do

Looking at his shocked colleagues, Jake followed their eyeline to the stage, seeing Y/N he unconsciously held his breath. She looked out of this world, so out of character from the person he shares a desk space with, but at the same time, she'd never looked more, her. His heart beating faster than the beat of the music, he turned to look at the squad once more, seeing Rosa's smirk, Amy's disbelief, Terry's enjoyment, Boyle squealing like a child at Jake's reaction.

"Oh Jakey, I knew you liked her, I knew it, I can't wait to be best man at your wedding" Charles then carried on monologuing but it all drowned out to Jake who only heard Y/N, oh boy, could she sing.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Open up

Everything's waiting for you

During this moment he imagined Y/N was singing directly to him, his heart fluttered and in that moment he knew he had to tell Y/N, he just had to. Or he'd explode.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

All the squad started pushing past the crowd to try and get as near to the stage as possible, ignoring their table completely (well apart from Hitchcock and Scully) cheering, dancing and having a great time. Enjoying every second.

On the last note of Y/N's performance she took a breath and basked in the screaming of the crowd.

"THANK YOU! MY NAME IS Y/N AND WE'RE HERE SO YOU CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME, DO WE WANT A GOOD TIME?"

Hearing a scream of "YES" she continued by saying "OKAY SO HERE'S OUR NEXT SONG, THIS ONE IS A BIT DIFFERENT, IT'S MORE OF A POWER BALLED, ARE WE READY?"

But before the first note could be sang Y/N made direct eye contact with Jake, who was fondly shaking his head in disbelief. She smiled widely and blushed a deep red.

She knew they'd talk after, and he did too. But for now she'd show how she loved him by showing him who she really was, Unapologetically and he loved nothing more.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this fic, might do a part 2, if you want to be added to a taglist or if you want a part 2 full stop please let me know:) unedited so it's definitely not perfect haha. Enjoy!

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[midnightfantasiez]

Training Session | Octoberfest Day 12

➺ Pairing - host!Younghoon x f!reader x client!Sunwoo

➺ Drink - Mystery Cocktail (wildcard x threesome)

➺ Summary - Never would you have expected one of your clients to actually come to you and ask for sexual advice. But when he does, there is no way you could turn him down & decide that it would be interesting to drag your fellow host from the club to join in on the fun.

➺ Word Count - 1,901

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), profanities, dirty talk, both Younghoon & reader works in a host club (so yes it's in the red light districts set in Akihabara), petnames (honey, sweetheart), Sunwoo is pretty much inexperienced in here but he goes with flow and catches up along the way 👀, threesome, unprotected sex, blowjob, rough sex, cum tasting, spit kink (if you squint), face riding, doggy style, voyuerism, degradation, kissing, hickeys

➺ Author’s note - And here is the final installment of our Octoberfest collab!! it's been such a wild ride thank you to everyone who has been reading & supporting us!! this is my first time writing a threesome so forgive me if it seems awkward 😭 big shoutout to @daisyvisions for beta-reading this through for me i labyu loads 😘💗

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“I’m sorry, sir. You want the number one hostess to tend to you today?” 

“Yes, ma’am. That’s exactly what I said,” Sunwoo spoke firmly as he pointed at the signboard depicting all of the hostesses on duty for the night. 

“I’m afraid I might be unable to respond to that request, sir. Miss Y/N is a very busy person-”

“How much?” Sunwoo spoke louder, a hint of desperation showing as he slammed his credit card on the table. “I don’t mind paying extra if that’s the case.”

“But sir-”

“What seems to be the problem here?” You walked into what appeared to be a commotion that could easily get out of hand if left unattended. You placed a reassuring hand on the waitress’s shoulder, giving her a light tap to signal that you were fine handling this particular client and that she could return to her post.

The moment you sat down next to the man, he subtly scooted away and lowered his head, as if suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed, with a noticeable redness creeping up to his ears.

“What’s your name, sweetheart? It looks to me like this is your first time here tonight,” you said seductively as you crossed your legs together while pouring you and him a glass of champagne. 

“S-Sunwoo…” the male mumbled as he gladly took the drink and chugged it down in one sip. 

“Whoa! Are you okay? Here, let me help you.” You felt a moment of panic, realising the champagne you had served was a bit stronger than usual (your services were naturally a bit pricier as the top hostess) as you reached for a napkin and gently dabbed his plump lips.

“Y-Yes! I just…umm…need some advice, if you will….” 

“Oh? What kind of advice?” 

“This might sound awfully ridiculous, and you can laugh at me all you want-”

“Sunwoo.” You firmly rested one of your hands on his shoulders and squeezed him. “Hosts clubs are a safe space, and nobody will judge you for anything, alright? Just like how all these men and women have their own reasons for coming here tonight.” 

It seemed that Sunwoo still needed some time to compose himself, so you decided to be as patient as possible and gave him some space—since he was the client that you were dealing with now, after all. In the midst of all of that, the number one host just so happened to walk past and decided to take a seat next to you—joining in with the fun as he wrapped his arms around a girl he was entertaining for the night.

“Younghoon! What brings you here?” You asked.

“Can’t I come over to see how the number one hostess is doing? Might need to snoop around to make sure you don’t snatch my job away, too,” he joked.

“Oh, come on. You’re just jealous that there are two number-one positions in this nightclub. Maybe you should move to the club down the streets-”

“Please teach me how to please someone.” 

Instantly, you and Younghoon turned to look at Sunwoo, who was now pleading with you—his eyes wide and doe-like as he downed another glass of champagne in one gulp. You thought you must have misheard; it had been a while since you'd had to resort to that particular service for a client.

A new rule has been circulating in the streets of Akihabara: hosts and hostesses are discouraged from engaging in those acts due to new regulations that all employers and employees must follow. However, a little fun outside the workplace doesn’t hurt if both parties consent—and you’ll even earn some extra cash outside the club.

You hesitated momentarily before closing the distance between you and Sunwoo as you wrapped your fingers around his chin to lift his head up. “Are you sure you’re down for this? I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle the lessons that I provide, though.” 

Determined, Sunwoo grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as he stared deeply into your eyes. “Affirmative.”

With that, you simply smirked before turning your head behind to look at Younghoon while giving him the look before you leaned in close to whisper into Sunwoo’s ears.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, honey.”

The repetitive sounds of something popping in and out of your mouth, followed by the hard, rhythmic chugging, filled your apartment. Sunwoo’s moans grew increasingly unrestrained as he gripped the sheets, while your beloved number-one host continued to thrust from behind at his own steady pace.

When you first brought it up, Sunwoo wasn’t sure about heading to your apartment to do the deed. However, when you slammed the door shut and kissed him feverishly at your doorstep, he instantly changed his mind and allowed you to do whatever you wished. 

It wasn’t long before you both entered your bedroom and threw the man right on your bed before you started stripping him and pulling out his cock to massage it a little before taking it all in your mouth. Since you had invited Younghoon over, he wasn’t going just to stand there and do nothing as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him.

While you were keeping Sunwoo busy, Younghoon wasted no time stripping both you and himself before positioning you on all fours. He quickly pulled out his already dripping wet cock that had his precum oozing all out before inserting it entirely into you. 

At this point, it was a full-on battle on who was going to cum first and whoever’s moans would be louder than the other. As Younghoon started picking up his pace, so did you with Sunwoo’s cock as you slowly tasted his precum dripping out from his member.

“Y-Y/N! I’m coming!!” Sunwoo yelped as you lowered your head to the point where you felt his tip touch the back of your throat before he released all of his liquids into you, the excess slowly dripping down from the corners of your mouth.

Sunwoo was bewildered to see the sight before him, but you wasted no time to crawl up against him to connect your lips with his—spitting back a little portion of his cum into his mouth.

“Taste yourself, baby. Look how well you did for me,” you cooed as you kept praising him for being such a good little puppy for you.

Just then, a sound was heard behind you as your fellow host did the same, with his liquids dripping down to your thigh as he came down from his high. “It’s not fair that Sunwoo gets all the fun while I don’t,” he sulked.

“Someone’s jealous, eh? Be patient, I’m just about to deal with you right now,” you teased as you turned behind to position Younghoon’s cock on your lips. But just before you begin all the fun, you instruct Sunwoo to lie down further, and you slowly rest your hips on his face. 

You could tell he wasn’t too sure about the whole idea, but you reassured him that it’d all be worth it. When he finally nodded, you completely relaxed as you sat on his face—rolling your hips a little for him to start licking your dripping wet clit.

Now that Sunwoo was preoccupied, you could finally start licking the tip of Younghoon’s cock as he threw his head back. You knew that out of all the girls back at the club, he’d always try to find the time to get to know you better outside of work—even though none of you decided to label whatever your relationship with one another is. 

It all started with just catching up outside of work and sharing about your days. Slowly, that turned into meeting up regularly at each other’s apartments, and you ended up spending the nights with him a lot.

It definitely was a first for a client like Sunwoo to ask you to teach the young lad himself some lessons. Still, knowing how Younghoon quickly gets jealous whenever you spend a tad bit more time with other guys than himself, you figured you might as well invite him to tag along and show him much more of what else you’re truly capable of.

“You nasty little slut; what’s up with you asking me to join in this whole little fun that you’re doing with Sunwoo?” Younghoon growled. 

“What? I’ve always wanted to try a threesome—besides, Sunwoo is having the time of his life eating me out underneath-” You paused in between as Sunwoo’s tongue stuck deeper into your clit, biting your lips whenever he hit a good spot. 

And Younghoon was not enjoying that look you have on your face. “You’ve got the audacity to act like this in front of me, don’t you?” 

Before you could even respond, he bucked up his hips as he cupped your face before pushing his cock in swiftly—making you choke in response to his action.

“All talk now, are we? I’ll remind you who is the one you should only be eating out regularly instead-” He let out a deep huff before a smirk was plastered across his face as he pushed your head back and forth—controlling your movements and not giving you a chance to escape from his grip.

As much as Sunwoo was taking his time to explore every area possible underneath truly, your sudden soft moans that turned into whimpers suddenly aroused him even further—making him wrap his arms around your thigh and pulling you down aggressively before picking up his pace to match with Younghoon’s. He was now attaching his lips to yours as if his life depended on it. 

The overstimulation was starting to get out of hand for you as teardrops began dripping down the corners of your eyes before eventually cumming all over Sunwoo’s face as Younghoon, too, released everything he’s got into your mouth. When he finally pulls out his dripping cock with a pop, you immediately fall straight down onto your bed in defeat—slowly trying to calm your breathing down.

You were convinced that everyone would take a break after all of that. Still, you have certainly underestimated how sickening Younghoon can get once you both start this whole game of provoking one another—because now you find yourself being flipped over.

Sunwoo was crawling up on you as he connected his lips with yours, turning it into a battle of swirling each other’s tongues. You slowly opened your eyes to see that Younghoon was now sitting at your desk, witnessing the whole thing, as he let out a menacing grin.

You didn’t fully understand what that meant, as you were trying your best not to get distracted. Sunwoo started moving down to your neck and began sucking while he brought forward his cock to your entrance and started rubbing his tip against your sore clit.

“Y-Younghoon…w-what’s going on?”

“I’m sure Sunwoo has picked up the skills he needed by watching me fuck you real good minutes ago.”

The moment Younghoon crossed his arms and legs as he leaned back onto your chair, he simply tilted his head to the side before smiling at you—one that you knew very well yourself that hid malicious intent behind that pretty face of his.

“And now, I’m going to be the judge of that and guide him along the way to the point that you can forget about walking properly for the next day or two.” 

[writingduhh]

heyooo!! do u mind spewing some words for isaac x additional member of tgc, fem!reader?? thank uuuu 💗

I would absolutely looooveeee toooo

OMG YESSSSSS hope this is what you were wanting :)

▷ You’re the wildcard of the group in the best way. You’re just as chaotic as the rest, but you also have moments where you keep everyone grounded.

▷ The boys see you as family. They tease you constantly but also fiercely protect you, especially if trolls or haters try to come at you online.

▷The Fans love how funny and relatable you are, as well as down-to-earth . Comments often saying, “She’s literally perfect, how did Isaac pull her?”

▷ Your banter with the boys is top-tier entertainment. You give as good as you get, roasting them just as hard as they roast you.

▷ The other members of TGC are both amused and slightly protective of your relationship. They’ll joke about Isaac being “whipped,” but deep down, they love seeing how happy you make each other.

▷ They joke about Isaac being “jealous” of how much time you spend with them. “If Y/N wasn’t dating Isaac, she’d be dating all of us,”

▷ On camera, your relationship with the boys is all laughs, chaos, and mutual teasing. Your playful roasts and your quick comebacks are fan favorites.

Off camera everyone is surprisingly more soft and friendly with one another. Whether it’s quiet nights cuddled up (platonically) watching scary movies, late night has station or food runs, or just hanging out in each others rooms. There is definitely more sweetness and camaraderie than shown on camera. 

▷ Same goes for your and Isaac’s relationship as well.

▷ On camera, your relationship is more tame and comedic. Off camera, though, he’s surprisingly very soft. Whether it’s quiet cuddle sessions after filming or late-night talks in your room, Isaac has a way of making you feel like the only person in the world.

▷ While everyone knows you and Isaac are “the” couple, they also love teasingly shipping you with other members (purely for comedic reasons). Isaac plays along but always gives side-eye to the camera.

The Groupchat podcast was in full swing, the boys seated around the table, mics on, cameras rolling. You sat next to Isaac, comfortably sipping your drink as the conversation spiraled into its usual brand of chaos.

“So, Y/N,” Larry started, leaning into his mic with a mischievous grin. “The fans wanna know: when are you finally ditching Isaac for Tanner ?”

The room exploded with laughter as Tanner immediately threw his hands up in mock celebration. “Finally! Someone’s addressing the real questions.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “Oh, totally. I’m sure T could handle me.”

“I could!” He declared, pounding his chest. “Isaac doesn’t appreciate you like I would.”

Isaac, sitting back in his chair with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes behind the sun glasses . “Right. And you’d do…what exactly?

Tanner stumbled over his words before throwing his hands in the air in defeat

“Alright fine you win… for now.”

Everyone at the table laughed.

And just like that, the conversation shifted to another ridiculous topic, leaving behind a trail of laughter. The fans definitely clip that exchange and posted it on social media.

▷ With Isaac as your boyfriend, it’s like the group doubled in absurdity. You both constantly bounce off each other with bizarre jokes and pranks. The rest of the house dreads when you team up for challenges or schemes because it “never ends well” for them, at least.

[showyoumyfavoriteobsession]

TJ MIKELOGAN’S HALLOWEEN 2024 EVENT Day 31: Wildcard - non-film horror media

Sad Sack (2019-2020, barbatus and meanboss)

[understandingbimbos]

Bimbo Types, or Neapolitan Bimbo

(This is something I've previously gone over in my My Little Pony post but wanted to reiterate here.)

Bimbo can most easily be divided into three distinct archetypes. The Clown, The Innocent, and The Debutante. These archetypes are not absolute, they come in many variations and their traits can and will overlap.

The Clown, also known as The Free Spirit or The Wildcard, usually shows up as the comedic relief. They can be loud, showy, excessive, and obnoxious. Their sexuality is very self-assured, self-aware, and playful. The Clown's main concern (if any) is having or spreading fun, "fun" in this context being completely up to their individual style and personality. To give a very stereotypical example, a goth clown may have the most fun watching very violent horror movies or playing with spiders. Another clown could have the most fun (Incidentally) causing a ruckus or being mischievous, it's all about perspective, the possibilities are pretty much endless.

Examples of this archetype include but are not limited to: Jeannie (IDOJ), Pinkie Pie (MLP:FIM), Harley Quinn (BTAS), Synclaire James (Living Single), Jayne Mansfield (films and public persona), Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

The Innocent, also known as The Ingenue, is just as the name suggests. Not only helpless but often unaware and wholly out of her depth. Her inexperience and or meekness makes her prone to being taken advantage of. Despite this, she (usually) remains positive, kind, and happy to help. Unlike The Clown, The Innocent's sexuality is typically portrayed as natural, uncomplicated, and unintended.

Examples of this archetype include but are not limited to: Marilyn Monroe (films and public persona), Weena (The Time Machine), Lorelei Lee (in the novel), Elissa Megan Powers (Empowered)

The Debutante, who could also be called The Alpha Bitch, is probably the most popular in the modern era and who you're most likely to come across in real life or on social media. Her sexuality is mainly a means of control. She puts a lot of time, work, and effort into her appearance because beauty is both her business and capital. While she may, at times, enjoy and indulge in carnal pleasure it's far from her main concern. Being the most or unattainably desirable is how she knows she's better than others, how she's able to acquire and maintain control. The Debutante values social standing above all else, to her it's a matter of life or death, she would die without overwhelmingly positive attention.

Examples of this archetype include but are not limited to: Regina George (Mean Girls), Heather Chandler (Heathers), Courtney Shayne (Jawbreaker), Heather (Total Drama Island), Cleopatra Smith (Clone High), Jeannie II (IDOJ), Emma Frost (X-Men), Panty Anarchy (PSG), Ginger (Gilligan's Island), Holly Golightly (Breakfast at Tiffany's), Kim Kardashian, Rarity (MLP:FIM)

These archetypes are combined, remixed, and subverted so often it's hard to find pure examples (I tried my best, and even then this is just reducing them to their base archetypes and do not accurately describe every single one of these characters), but this is a good thing. It leads to nuance and diversity, and many of the most popular bimbo characters are mixed or subversions. Chrissy Snow (Three's Company) is a Clown and an Innocent. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde) arguably includes elements of all three. Romy and Michele's High School Reunion follows two clownish Innocents who realize they were bullied by debutantes. As far as I know, all bimbos exist somewhere along these lines (or perhaps on an axis) but we shouldn't view this as limiting, when you think about it the combinations are really seemingly endless, and I didn't even cover sub-archetypes! Many Debutantes are mean but they don't have to be. Innocents don't have to be completely pliable, you can do (or be) whatever you like, even moving from one archetype to another.

[dusterbishop]

you believe me like a god (i'll destroy you like i am)

summary. || three timelines, you have watched remy lebeau die. you didn't believe you would earn a fourth chance to save him until you find a variant with no memory of his past, lost in a void of existence.

pairing. || gambit x f!reader (past relationship with current enemies-to-lovers)

count. || 3.8k

notes. || posted on ao3 here. warning for character death and violence. once again, i'm so grateful for the likes and kind words! it means a lot to me! this chapter is long, but the next one is going to be heavy and i needed to get it all out here.

part one. || part two. || part three.

Come’on, chér, just hold on.

Playing the odds?

Non, I’m bettin’ all on you.

Gambit talks for a long, long time. He tells you about Cassandra Nova, and the Resistance's intent to cripple her center of operations. He tells you about the other mutants he allied himself with. He tells you about the climate of the Void, which is dry and barren and desolate. He tells you about his liquor collection, even as he laments how he won’t be able to indulge in it for a while.

This version of him is dead-set on a suicide mission, you quickly realize. Nova and her power sounds far beyond the scope of Gambit’s abilities, and you doubt his allies could overtake her, either. They are all hopelessly outmatched.

Then again, they are also decaying in the Void. Void is a good name for it; the earth is desolate and menacing as the pair of you travel. Your powers flicker at the edge of your vision in a blurry mirage of recollection, like a film played backwards. You can taste the metallic tinge of blood in the back of your throat. Your body still simmers with feverish fatigue, even though you are five days deep into this timeline. You haven’t been using your abilities beyond necessity, but each time you wonder what would happen if your intended time-object doesn’t appear at the command.

C’mon, Wildcard, don’ get skittish on me now.

Just deal me in, Cajun.

They are all outmatched on their own. You stare at the broad expanse of Gambit’s back as you walk, taking in the way he walks over the uneven terrain, the idle twirl of his bo staff slung lax in his hand. The travel has worn him down at the edges; his hair is mussed and dirt-streaked, and his coat is weighted and torn at the hem. Five days of trekking through the daylight and camping through the night has taken a toll on his body, but he still hums to himself as you both walk.

You know this song. It’s the one Tante Mattie would sing to him when he was young and couldn’t sleep. Or at least, that’s what your Remy told you. Perhaps this version of Remy LeBeau found it through another source. You can’t imagine the man in front of you as a little boy needing comfort.

No. That isn’t quite true. You have seen photos of a younger Remy while visiting New Orleans, much to his dramatic announcements of utter embarrassment, and you never forgot just how small he seemed. How unfair that his life was wrought with pain and fear, even as that little boy, just for the color of his eyes. Abandoned by one family only to be raised in crime with another.

You know what your Remy went through. You just can’t bear to think about what this one has suffered with. Not now. Maybe not ever considering the terror Nova has been spreading across the Void.

“Okay,” you say suddenly. It’s nearly nightfall. You should find a place to settle for the night, then scrounge up enough from your rations to feed his burning metabolism and soothe the disquiet ache in your stomach. Despite the fever, you should eat something of substance even if the thought alone makes you feel nauseous.

“Go’on, chér,” Gambit says. He’s eyeing the horizon with a calculating look, no doubt thinking the very same thing you are. You don’t know how far the makeshift headquarters are for the rebel cause, but you can figure it’s still some ways off by the frown on his face. Just how far did he go wandering alone? You don’t allow yourself to wonder why he seemed to be looking for you, either. That would lead to more questions than your mind could handle.

“You want me to fight Nova,” you say. That catches his attention. He jolts as if you charged him with his own kinetic wave, his pitch-dark eyes sliding to lock on yours. He looks like he’s ready to argue, or maybe to sweet-talk, so you add, “I’ll do it. Fight her.”

“Suicide, chér?” His mouth is twisted unhappily. “Nobody tell you to do that.”

“Didn’t need you to, Cajun,” you shoot back. “No other reason for you to go hunting across the Void for me.”

“Mebbe,” he drawls out, his smile temptingly coy, “Gambit like what he sees.”

You don’t take the bait. “I can kill her, but where does that leave you? All of you?”

His smile grows just a little brighter at the misstep. It takes every nerve in your body to resist the urge to sigh in exasperation. You don’t have to remind him you care about his wellbeing. This Gambit isn’t yours to protect.

“Don’ worry ‘bout us, chér,” he says, nearly a purr. It sends a thrill down to the base of your spine. “We talk it out, eh? Our hand t’deal.”

“With a suicide mission?” Your laugh is strained. “You really know how to raise the bet, Cajun.”

“Playing de odds,” he agrees. In the half-light of the sinking sun on the horizon, his profile is cast in shadows, and yet you can see the faintest twitch in his mouth. Almost a frown. Then he turns his face away from you entirely, hiding back behind the facade of his relaxed shoulders. “We gonna get out dis place.”

He sounds so sure that you say nothing, taking in the moment of staring at the setting sun. It would be much easier to leave entirely, even with the heaviness of your limbs from the fever. Who knows how much time you have left in this place? Something about the timeline here has you untethered from reality. You keep swallowing back the taste of blood.

Part of you almost tells Gambit, right then, that you don’t think you have time to talk about plans. You can’t just wait for the right opportunity to land in your lap like a wounded bird.

But you don’t. The two of you quietly settle down around a fire and divide your meager rations. It’s a strange collection of his preferences with the oddity of your Void self’s miscellaneous tastes. It’s an unspoken agreement to swap the night watch while the other is asleep. Gambit takes the first watch. You pretend to sleep curled next to the heat of the fire, your mind flashing through broken images of different times, like watching broken sunlight filter in from under the surface of the ocean.

Remy used to think it odd that you didn’t dream. You would joke to him that you had enough of dreaming when you found him. Still, some part of you feels a hollow curiosity towards the thought of dreaming. How could your mind conjure images of desires only for you to wake up without them? There was never a time that you could remember where you didn’t just wave your hand and hold the world in your palm.

Yet the memories that flicker across your mind from the darkness behind your closed eyelids are strangely nostalgic. Thwarting a burglary attempt as your mutant debut, celebrating Jubilee’s birthday at the mansion, visiting New Orleans for the first time as a LeBeau. Waking up to Remy’s arm slung over your waist as if he was trying to keep you secured in this timeline, even as your mind traveled right in plain sight, gone beyond his reach.

It rends a heart-wrenching ache in your chest. You have to fight to keep your breathing steady. The memories are still there, rushing past you quickly enough to make you dizzy.

Marrying Remy and nearly missing on your cue to kiss because you were staring up at his eyes. Desperately reaching out to him as your power stuttered, nearly sending you tumbling over the edge of the roof. Discreet shuffling around in bed to avoid waking the cats piled around you two, with Remy sleepily pressing a kiss to your temple. Losing days at a time, flickering in and out of your life like a specter, only to watch him grow more and more desolate in the wake of your disappearances.

Growing sicker for all the time-summoning your body forced you through. Reaching out for Remy’s hand to kiss it. Laughing at the way Remy pulled you up out of your chair to waltz in the kitchen in the middle of the night, despite him supporting most of your weight. Staring at the abandoned costume hanging in your closet, no longer your size due to the weight loss, knowing you could not wear it again in this lifetime. Accepting that, to be with Remy.

Accepting it all, just to be with Remy. Playing the odds with your own sort of suicide mission, just to keep a life with him. To earn your title with the X-Men and get dispatched on missions with them again. To be able to cuddle with the cats without scaring them with a violent waking. To go to sleep next to your husband with the knowledge you could see the same version of him in the morning.

Deal me in, LeBeau.

Eyes, mon cuore.

Warmth burns the back of your eyes. You open them slowly to stare at the blur of the fire crackling quietly in front of you. You can taste the fresh warmth of blood coating your tongue and sticking to the back of your front teeth. There’s something small and rectangular in your hand, but you don’t shift out of your curled up position to see what it is. You hadn’t intended on bringing something out of the timeline.

How strange, to dream and wake with nothing to show for it?

“C’est tout un sucre,” Gambit says softly. You flinch at the sound of his voice. You had nearly forgotten that he was there. “Not gon’ go ahead an’ ask what’s got you so scared.”

It takes effort to swallow back the swelling emotion in your throat. “I can take watch.”

“I s’pose you jus’ want some quiet, eh?” There’s the whispering shuffle of fabric, and then Gambit is settling down to lay next to you, leaving a near-imperceptible gap between you. In another life, you could reach out and touch him. Just not this one.

“Not really,” you sigh. He lets that lie for a heartbeat, letting you collect the raging tempest of thoughts scrambling your head. It would be awfully convenient if a wandering pack of mutants tried to attack you, or if Nova herself descended from the sky to kill you. Anything to spare you from the grave you were preparing to dig yourself into.

“Gambit,” you start, still staring resolutely ahead at the flickering flames, “I told you what happens to me.”

“Reset,” he muses. You can hear the gentle rustle of fabric, then the soft flicker of shuffling cards as he takes them from one hand to the other. He thinks best when he’s in control, and so he has his cards poised for action. You don’t look at him, but you’re not entirely sure if it’s for the sake of your control, or for his.

“What I said,” you agree. “It’s not a suicide mission if I go after Nova.”

“No,” he says.

“Even if she destroys the Void version of my body, I keep traveling,” you continue. “I can — ”

“No,” he repeats. The edge in his tone makes you pause, but it’s the hand that grips yours that makes you turn to stare at him. He isn’t wearing his gloves, and the warmth of his skin against yours makes the heat of the fire feel insignificant. It’s his eyes, though, that make your lungs seize up. All night-black pupils with hardly the rings of red. His eyes are his only tell that he’s terrified out of his mind.

You blink back at him, stunned. 

“Don’ be a fool,” he finally says. Slowly, reluctantly, he takes his hand from yours. The cold air in the wake of his touch burns just as much as uncontrolled wildfire. “We all gon’ get out dis place. Nobody dyin’.”

“I can’t die,” you shoot back. “Don’t you understand? I will always move on to another life. None of this matters to me! Not the Void, or Paris, or fucking New Orleans! If I go and blow up Nova, then I can move on and live my life in another timeline without dealing with any of this.”

“Movin’ on,” Gambit notes. He’s smiling, but there’s an edge to the curve of his mouth. “Dat’s jus’ called runnin’ away.”

“And Gambit never folds, is that it?” You hold up your other hand, the one with the playing card, and toss it to him. It flutters in the breeze before resting on his chest. He narrows his eyes at you, but his curiosity wins as it always does. He was always too easy to bait. A gambler never gives up the promise of a winning prize.

You don’t have to look to know what the card is. If you were dreaming of Remy, it only makes sense that you dreamed of his favored card. Gambit studies the Queen of Hearts with an inscrutable gaze. It’s not the version that Remy gave you; that one was likely consumed in the same blast that destroyed your body. This one is unwrinkled and vibrantly colored. Brand new.

“You don’ know, do you?” Gambit says. The flatness of his tone makes you pause, though you can’t bring yourself to look at the expression on his face. Your gaze locks onto the card he’s holding so delicately, as if he’s holding onto your heart rather than a piece of pressed painted cardboard.

“You kno’ me, hein?” He turns his head to look at you, and you have to force yourself to release the breath you’ve been holding in a slow, controlled sigh. Still, you feel stripped raw by his gaze. You wrap your arms around yourself to avoid the impulse to summon a staff and fend him off from his next words: “You recognize me.”

“Seen a lot of you lately,” you say. It’s meant to be dismissive and unaffected, but even you can hear the hitch in your breath when he shuffles an inch closer, eyes burning black into yours.

“You and Gambit meet before,” he half-laughs, not happily.

“Many times.”

“Then you know Gambit’s never forgotten a beautiful woman.”

Like that, he’s up and crouched above you, his hands clasped tightly to your upper arms. You’ve forgotten how quick he can be when he’s lost in the lure of a gamble. His warmth leeches through the thin fabric of your coat, time-stolen to match the beige wasteland around you and offer some hope of camouflage. It’s nothing like the armored fabric woven into his, and his touch reminds you of just how vulnerable you truly are right now.

You’ve met a few Gambits that have tried to actively kill you, before. One had plunged a sharpened edge of his staff right into your chest, aiming with precise calculation to slip it straight through the soft skin between your ribs. Another had taken you down as collateral in pursuit of more satisfying prey, stepping around your fallen body as he continued his game. And, of course there had been Remy, too.

This Gambit doesn’t tighten his grip, though you can feel the tension humming like hornets beneath his hands, kinetic energy pulsing in anticipation.

“Gambit,” you warn him. You don’t try to pull away. You don’t even reach for the veil of time that whirs at the edges of your vision, even if it would be almost easy to summon some method of distraction and escape this sudden intervention.

“He ain’t forget,” Remy repeats. He squeezes you, just once, eyes darting over your expression with intent tenacity. “Listen to me, eh? I promised you, chér. Even if you don’ remember it, I mean it. We gonna get out dis place together.”

Something metallic tastes spoiled in the back of your throat. You blink at him, struck suddenly by the realization that you have been hiding in plain sight. The Void must be more of a well-fitting title for this place than you initially assumed, as it’s given you nothing but barren territory to let your power meander. It gives you space to let the timelines mingle in a blurry mirage of recollection at the edges of your vision, like a film played in rapid reverse.

You thought you had been desensitized to meeting Gambits, and perhaps you were right. You couldn’t even recognize Remy LeBeau until he was right in front of you. How else would you explain finding your Remy here, and not recognizing him sooner?

One of his hands flickers, almost too quick to follow, and the cuff of his sleeve unravels to reveal a card. It’s not one of the suit of aces.

It’s your Queen of Hearts.

“Is dis your card?” His words are meant to be wry, but there’s a catch in his voice where his breath stutters, so soft you might miss it if you weren’t struck senseless at the sight. The edges of the card are singed black, no doubt remainders of the kinetic energy, but the crease down the middle is undoubtedly from your nervous fidgeting during missions with the X-Men. You kept it in your pocket as a good luck charm only to fiddle with it during downtime. Folding it over and over, running your thumb over the lines to memorize every feeling.

You can’t speak. It feels like being dragged into a violent undertow, the waves of memories flickering at the edges of your vision threatening to drown you. You suck in a shuddering breath, nearly a cry, and finally succumb to the urge to reach out and touch the curve of his jaw. He’s warm and familiar beneath your touch.

“‘M all in for you, mon coeur,” he says, and then he leans in and kisses you.

Warmth burns the back of your eyes, the telltale harbinger of the tears that start trickling down your cheeks in a slow caress. He’s kissing you with reckless abandon, and you open up under his touch, unwinding your arms from your sides to reach up and clutch at the lapels of his coat. One of his hands wraps around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer, the other moving up to cup your salt-streaked cheek. You can hardly feel the rough pad of his thumb wiping away the tears beyond the whir of power buzzing in the back of your throat.

You have to pull back, breathless, though Remy is holding you tight from retreating too far.

“I’m the kinda man that don’t leave,” he tells you. His voice is just as hoarse as you feel. “I don’ care if it hurts, mon coeur. Dis place can’t have you. We gonna get out.”

“I care, you idiot.” You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, pulling back before he can turn his head to steal a proper one. He makes a soft noise of indignation, but you can’t let him think that any more sacrifice will fix the gaping wound festering between you two. “I don’t know how we can fix what’s broken between us, Remy. I’m terrified that you’re going to end up dead trying to fix it yourself.”

“Non,” he shakes his head, though he can’t hide the way his body tenses up beneath you. “Since when you talk that way, mon coeur? Gambit has a plan.”

“He knows the odds, is that it?” You tug him down to kiss him again, and he goes willingly to your silent command, his mouth warm against yours. You can taste the salt from your tears, only to pull back and see the shine in his eyes, too. How long had it been since you two were separated for good? You don’t remember. You have lived far too long outside of this time to remember when. You hope that Remy, however he ended up in the Void, doesn’t remember either.

You can’t bear the thought of him waiting to see if you would return, following in the wake of this Void version of your face. Counting the days, over and over, just to see a stranger wearing your body every time the sun rose.

“In this, he do,” Remy agreed. There’s a furrow in his brow, and you marvel at the way you reach up and smooth a thumb over the wrinkle, only for him to scrunch his nose at you in familiar distaste. “I taste blood, mon coeur. You hurt?”

Even as he asks, his hand runs down your side, checking for hidden injury. The memories at the edge of your vision flicker to a time where he had done the same thing after a particularly rough mission sent you crashing into a wall. You had cracked two ribs and spent some downtime on mandatory bedrest while he fussed over your every movement and tried to keep the cats from sleeping on your chest.

You don’t realize how long it’s been since you’ve seen him fuss over you, but the back of your eyes start to burn again. “I’m okay, Cajun. Just adjusting to the timeline.”

He lets you kiss him again, this time keeping your mouth closed to hide the taste of your blood, but he’s still frowning when you break apart. “Six days.”

You’ve never had to spend so long adjusting. You didn’t think Gambit would notice your lack of time-summoning, but then again, you hadn’t realized Remy was silently cataloging every action that confirmed your identity. In some instances, you would only spend a minute or two in a timeline. Six days counts as practically permanent without a reset.

God, how the hell had you not noticed him watching you? Of all the Gambits for you to return to, it had to be him. And out of all the versions of you that cross-trek the known universes, he had to get the one that is too goddamn tired of losing him. He had to get the version of you that was too tired to pretend that this life was worth wrestling with every moment of the day.

No wonder he broke his silent watch to admit the truth to you. Even if it broke his heart to watch you leave the timeline, he couldn’t sit there and listen to you act willing to destroy yourself again.

Which is why you can’t tell him you’re dying, anyway. Time doesn’t exist in the same capacity in the Void. The memories overlapping your vision are nothing more than ghostly shrouds of a past life. However your power works, it doesn’t have the same support in this place. Staying here will kill you.

“Listen,” you tell Remy. His body burns hot above you, a livewire of kinetic warmth. Alive and real. Your Remy, alive. “I promise we’ll get out of here, okay?”

I promise I will save you, you think as he kisses you, his hands cupping your face as if you are something precious to protect. No matter what.

[bakafurai]

WOAH AU JUMPSCARE!!! hi yes this is my very self indulgent hamtoshi au I have lovingly called reversed fates!

Basically it's a ng+ au where Hidetoshi somehow travels back in time a year after wishing he could have done something to save Kotone and takes on the wildcard role in her stead. He's the only who remembers everything, but he quickly learns how little that actually helps him when it comes to the dark hour...

More details under the cut! (Huge shoutout to some of the peeps over in the Hidetoshi Server btw for their big brained ideas... ya'll are my life saviours i swear fjghf)

More details on the main gang's personas (+Hidetoshi's starting social stats)

(Note: as of writing this I have not finished P3P so I don't have a list of the Personas from Kotone's compendium yet.)

As for the velvet room, Hidetoshi gets his own Velvet Room attendant by the name of William, who I have shared a reference here, his velvet room basically looks like those film noir detective office.

Because of the nature of his arrival to the velvet room, and the fact that Kotone already filled her compendium, Hidetoshi is not allowed to fuse personas- he is however free to summon and use Personas from the compendium (William is... too nice and socially anxious to charge him money for it).

Some other info about the AU! >Kenji swaps roles with Junpei, while Rio swaps roles with Chidori. >In his au, Kenji knows Rio but hasn't seen her in 10 years so is unware she is also a persona user working with Strega. >Chidori is a regular student at gekkokan, a third year student who manages the art club. >Kotone remembers nothing, however the death incarnate within her does! The bad news is that Pharos' memories are scattered and he can only remember enough to know that he can't let her sign the contract... The good news is that Hidetoshi can see & hear him for some reason and doesn't hesitate to sign it if it means saving Kotone. >Did I mention this is a hamtoshi au? yeah this guy didn't get to confess his feelings last time around and he ain't about to mess that up twice...He just has to get to know her as a friend all over again. (oooh he internally yearns for her sooo bad you have no idea, he loves her so much) >Aigis is no longer here, instead taking her role is Makoto! He definitely wasn't there last time though... >Hidetoshi and Kenji are in 2-E, while Kotone and later Makoto are in 2-F.

[osaka-lilac]

can you recommend any good lance posts or fic to read?

oh. oh. oh boy do i have some fic recs for YOU

if anyone who sees this has other recommendations, please feel free to respond in the tags or in the replies! hope you enjoy - and welcome to lance nation!!!!

(i will try to keep it not just a strollonso fic rec list, yes they're my main but i don't want to give a biased list to the masses. this is a lance fic list, not just strollonso.)

so. without further ado...

allie's lance fic recs (in no particular order)

steak and other strange situations | lance/yuki | G | @lil-shiro

-> bet you didn't expect a rare pair ship as my first recommendation, huh? frankly i love the characterization that ann has utilized here - just a guy that wants to get to know people. simple yet effective!

gone before sunrise | lance/fernando | E | zeolyte

-> oogh this one is a real kicker. i couldn't tell you why my stomach churns while reading the middle of this piece. you can really feel for lance in this one and yes it does end happy (as most if not all of the fics in here will have in common with), but if you are okay with explicit material, this is a must read.

baby hotline (please hold me close to you) | lance/esteban/mick | T | @shovson

-> woohoo my ot3!!!! we dont get to see a lot of this pairing per se, but we get a lot of seb & lance running the iconic baby hotline, an advice service lance starts to help others with anything they need, like mick and estie once did for him. lovely cameos from multiple drivers.

press enter and send it | lance/esteban | E | gothic_sevgilim

-> HOO BABY is this one HOT. office au in which lance is the sassy trainee of esteban, a minor manager at lance's father's company. the tension in here is NUTS man

between your collar and your jaw | lance/sebastian | E | @hurricane-heatt

-> if you know me you know how much i fuck with cowboys. THEN you should by association know that i would never pass up a cowboy au. THIS is what a cowboy au should look like. passionate, yet leaves you in a cloud of dust by the side of the dirt road, knowing you'll never see this man and his steed again.

clerestory | pierre/charles with a side of lance/fernando | E | @nobrakesdown

-> woah. i thought this was a lance fic list?? this is our wildcard for the list. lance only appears in this fic as a historical figure in the wild royal mystery pierre is studying as he heals from an injury after a major crash. frankly i just wanted to add this one because it genuinely is one of my favorite fics on the site and since it vaguely has lance in it, i will be including it

never too soon | lance/george | G | @userkritaaay

-> stressed unstoppable force george meets relaxed immovable object lance. this is just lance and george suffering together after singapore 2023. delightful

you're my fucking hero: the critic's review | lance/fernando | M | me. i wrote this

-> finally, who would i be on this site without a bit of self promo. the love labor of @no00000000's wonderful dirtbag au, in which lance learns to live and pursue his own passions after a run in with a rough criminal, fernando. it is formatted as a movie review for a hypothetical movie, inspired by the essays i would write while in my history of film course years ago.