#he suggested i reblog and i failed my save

[demonic-angels-inmyhead]

The most le croux evar

Kremy Lecroux!!!!!

(Just wanted to draw him!)

[gyuuberryy]

love potions (but make it legal)!

pairing: tutor!jungwon x reader

summary: you had not been too excited about these tutoring sessions your potions professor had dropped on you. but, after meeting your tutor you couldn’t hope but think you both were brewing more than just potions, perhaps even love?

genre: hogwarts au, jungwon is a loser for the reader, initially slightly one sided pining, fluff, angst

warnings: some hogwarts lore references, mentions of failing a class, jealousy, angst, magic stuff, kissing, suggestive(ish)

note: they don’t actually make love potions in this but i liked the sound of it so i used it in the title hehe. i hope you guys enjoy this fic as you had given so much love to the heeseung one.

word count: 4.3kish

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

to the anon who requested a jungwon hogwarts au im sososoo sorry for publishing this like six months later. i had a terrible writer’s block with this one. i’m terribly sorry, this constantly ran through my mind but i couldn’t bring myself to begin. i hope you like this!

you were so screwed.

you felt like a deflated balloon looking at your mock NEWT results. you were literally failing your potions class. with all the time spent in balancing out your classes, quidditch and sessions at the room of requirement as a part of dumbledore’s army, you had not practised well enough for your classes that were practical based. 

seeing your grades drop from exemplary results to having mediocre grades and failing a class was depressing. so, your potions teacher had made you stay back to have a word with you which is why you stood off to the side. your head hung low in disappointment with yourself. if this continued, it would be hard to apply for an auror’s job, which was your dream. 

you were broken out of your thoughts by the sound of your professor clearing his throat. your head shot up and you looked around to see the room was now empty save for you both. he gestured to the seat next to his table, so you shuffled over.

he looked over the rim of his glasses as he scanned over your report card. you hated the pitiful look that crossed over his face, you were not used to this.

“you are one of my best students, i really wasn’t expecting this from you..”

you grimaced at his words, feeling worse about your situation. great, you were not the only one disappointed by yourself.

your professor must have noticed because his tone immediately became gentle as he gave you a comforting smile. 

“see, the only reason i asked you to stay back was because i know you can do better”, he shuffled through a register seemingly looking for something. “i’m sure you have your reasons as to why your performance went down. i know you can improve again.”

you nodded at his words, already starting to feel better, “yes professor i-”

“which is why i think you should get tutored”, he cut you off.

you froze. tutoring? this was so embarrassing, usually you were the one to provide tutoring to others, and now you have to be the one to receive it? no thank you.

you let out a small chuckle, “i understand professor, but i think i can handle it by myself.”

his brows creased at your words, “i don’t think you have enough time for that, the exams are nearing and you have managed to mess up even the basic things in the exam.”

you sighed at his words, silently accepting your fate because he wasn’t wrong. maybe you should swallow your ego and just get tutored, it was for your own good anyway.

taking a deep breath you put on a fake smile and gritted out, “okay.”

the rush of your mary jane clad feet filled the hallways of hogwarts with clopping sounds. your feet skidded to a stop in front of the library doors and you placed your hand over your chest, trying to catch your breath from the ten minute long run. you were late for your first tutoring session because your evening nap went a little longer than expected. 

brushing out stray hair strands from your face you opened the doors and stepped in, looking around for your tutor. the only person other than you was a boy with raven hair, sitting on a bench completely surrounded by bookshelves. 

you approached him, assuming he was your tutor. 

“uh hey!”, you called out in an unsure manner. “are you my assigned tutor for po-”

“yes”, he cut you off curtly, not even bothering to spare you a glance. “take a seat.”

you frowned in confusion at his cold behaviour and pulled out a chair to sit next to him. he seemed to be shuffling through some papers and organising them. a few seconds went by with him failing to acknowledge your presence. you cleared your throat awkwardly and introduced yourself, trying to get his attention. 

his head immediately shot up as soon as he heard your name, his eyes widening in what you could tell was surprise. confused at his reaction, you just gave him a small smile. he was silent for a while, giving you enough time to take in his features.

bangs fell over the smooth skin of his forehead and he looked at you through glasses which fit perfectly on his face, adding on to his handsome features. you had seen him around a few times as you shared a few classes with him. he was one of the smartest students, loved by all his teachers.

“uh i’m jungwon”, his voice broke through the awkward silence.

you nodded, “hey. i’ve seen you around.”

his lips pulled up into a smile at that as he let out a small laugh nervously. you raised your eyebrows at his sudden shift in demeanour. just a moment ago he didn’t care about your presence and now he was smiling? whatever.

“professor told me you had been facing some problems with potions”, he looked down and tapped his quill on the table. “what can i help you with?”

you explained how you messed up the practical test for your mocks. he listened intently, never breaking eye contact with you which made you a bit nervous. 

you came to an end of your rant but jungwon still maintained eye contact with you, his chin resting on his hand now. 

you cleared your throat, “so..?”

he still seemed to be staring at you, his eyes out of focus as he dreamily smiled at you.

frowning at his odd behaviour, you waved your hand in front of his face which broke him out of his thoughts. his eyes widened momentarily as he shook his head, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“are you sick?”

he chuckled nervously, “no no i was just planning out how i could help you”

he picked up a quill and started writing a plan for you in neat handwriting. once he was done, he passed the sheet over to you.

“we’ll follow this for the next two weeks. meet me in the potions class at four tomorrow.”

you gave a once over at what he had written and smiled at him. “will do, thanks jungwon!”

he nodded and started packing up his things. when he was done he looked at you expectantly, “it’s time for dinner, let’s go to the great hall together.”

you smiled and gathered your things as well.

it was the first day of your tutoring and you were early today.

or you thought so.

glancing around the potions classroom, you spotted jungwon already there. he was perched on a stool, arranging vials and flasks on the tables. unlike his usual composed demeanour in class, he seemed flustered, his bangs falling over his forehead as he fumbled with a particularly stubborn stopper.

he looked up as he heard you shuffle in, a relieved smile splitting his face.

"ah, there you are! i was starting to think you'd gotten lost."

"lost?" you repeated, a laugh escaping your lips. "in the potions classroom? hardly."

he chuckled, a nervous undertone to it. "right, of course. so, are you ready to tackle some invisibility potion today?"

you straightened your robes, a determined glint in your eyes. "ready as i'll ever be. though," you added, an unsure lilt in your voice, "considering my track record, maybe 'invisible' isn't the best thing to start off with."

jungwon's hummed, his cheeks flushing. "well, that's why we're practising, isn't it? to avoid another...disappearing act?"

you snorted. "exactly. though, to be fair, the professor did say my failed polyjuice potion was rather impressive in its...uniqueness."

he winced. "right. let's just focus on not achieving sentience with our cauldron this time, alright?"

the rest of the afternoon was a whirlwind of chopping netslime and muttering incantations. jungwon was a patient tutor, though his explanations sometimes devolved into nervous rambling when your eyes met. 

by the end of the session, your potion shimmered a faint, almost-invisible blue. not perfect, but a far cry from your previous disasters. jungwon beamed, his earlier awkwardness replaced by genuine pride.

"see? you're a natural! with a little more practice, you'll be brewing like snape in no time."

you laughed. "snape? now that's a terrifying image."

he chuckled, then cleared his throat, his gaze flickering away. "well, i should probably get going. i have herbology first thing tomorrow."

you nodded, gathering your things. "alright, see you then. and jungwon?"

he stopped at the door, his eyes questioning.

"thanks a lot for doing this. i already feel more confident.”

he smiled at that, making you do the same unconsciously.

the next two weeks flew by in a flurry of potion-making and stolen glances in your sessions, and outside of it whenever you both crossed paths. you had made a new friend and you were grateful for his help. you found yourself approaching the cauldron with newfound determination. your brews were improving steadily, and the playful banter during your sessions only added to the enjoyment.

one particularly chilly evening, you hurried down to the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for your secret DA practice sessions. you entered to find the familiar sight of your fellow students practising disarming spells and dodging jinxes. but amidst the chaos, you spotted an unexpected face – jungwon.

he was facing away from you, expertly deflecting a curse with a flick of his wand. you blinked, momentarily speechless. you never knew jungwon was a part of this! a warmth bloomed in your chest, a mixture of surprise and a strange sense of pride.

"nice one, jungwon!" , you called out, a wide grin on your face. jungwon turned, his eyes meeting yours. a flicker of surprise crossed his features before he broke into a wide grin.

"hey there," he said casually, striding over to you. "didn't expect to see you here."

"me neither," you admitted, a smile playing on your lips. "i guess you're not just a potions prodigy, huh?"

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "turns out i have a few other hidden talents."

the rest of the evening flew by in a whirlwind of practice. seeing jungwon in this new light – confident, skilled, and fighting for a cause you both believed in – made your heart flutter. he was everything you admired and more.

admire? since when did that happen?

shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you got back to practising your charm. although, over the duration of the practise, your mind couldn’t help but wander towards jungwon’s recent behaviour. he had been sweet to you since the beginning, always ready to help out. and the way he blushed around you and quipped with you, you couldn’t help but think that maybe he also felt something? 

as the group started dispersing, you lingered near the room's entrance, feigning the need to adjust your cloak.

"hey," jungwon's voice startled you. he was packing his bag, a casual smile playing on his lips. "didn't head out yet?"

"actually," you began, fiddling with the strap of your bag, "there was something i wanted to ask you about."

his smile widened in invitation. "shoot."

you took a deep breath. "it's about dumbledore's army. we've been working on patronus charms lately, and well, i'm struggling a bit." shame tinged your cheeks. you weren't used to needing help with spells.

jungwon's expression softened with understanding. "a patronus charm, huh? tricky business, that. but hey, i might be able to offer some pointers."

relief washed over you. "really? that would be amazing!"

he gestured towards a secluded corner of the room. "come on, then. let's see what you're working with."

you settled onto the dusty floor, explaining your struggles. you could conjure a faint wisp of silvery light, but it was far from the actual form you needed. jungwon listened intently, occasionally asking clarifying questions.

"okay," he said once you finished, "it seems you've got the basic idea down. the key is focusing on a strong, happy memory. something that evokes a feeling of pure joy and warmth."

he saw your hesitant expression and chuckled. "don't worry, it's not a competition to see who has the most embarrassing childhood memory."

you forced a smile. "no, of course not." but your mind struggled to find that perfect memory.

jungwon seemed to sense your frustration. "close your eyes," he instructed gently. 

"take a deep breath and try to visualise a place that makes you feel truly happy. maybe a familiar place from your childhood, a special time with a friend, anything that brings a smile to your face."

you closed your eyes, following his guidance. images flickered through your mind – family picnics, winning a quidditch match, late-night talks with your best friend. but none of them seemed to spark the necessary warmth.

just as you were about to give up, a memory surfaced. a smile bloomed on your face. you opened your eyes and met jungwon's gaze. "i think i have it," you whispered.

he nodded encouragingly. "focus on that feeling. the warmth, the happiness, let it flow through you and into your wand."

you closed your eyes again, picturing the memory that brought you happiness. it was a little hazy as you tried to focus on the touch and sounds from that memory. with a deep breath, you pointed your wand forward and muttered the incantation.

a wisp of silvery light erupted from your wand, growing and solidifying into a shape. it wasn't perfect – the outline of a cat was more suggestion than a form – but it was a patronus. you had finally done it.

a cheer escaped your lips as you realised you had finally done it. you looked at jungwon, your heart brimming with gratitude. "i did it!"

he beamed, genuine pride radiating from him. "see? you're a natural. you just needed a little nudge in the right direction."

his words held a hint of something more, something that sent a shiver down your spine. you wanted to thank him properly, to express just how much his help meant to you. 

"thank you, jungwon," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. you wished, however, that your patronus could solidify into something more impressive, something that truly reflected the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

as if sensing your unspoken desire, jungwon stepped closer. his movements were subtle, almost hesitant. but before you could question it, he reached behind you, his hand gently wrapping around yours, enclosing both your hands and your wand within his hold.

a jolt of electricity shot through you at his touch. the air in the room crackled with a tension you hadn't noticed before. your focus on the patronus wavered momentarily, replaced by a hyper awareness of jungwon's warm torso pressed against your back, his fingers brushing against yours.

his warm breath fanned over your ear as he whispered even though there was no one around to hear you both, “now completely focus on that memory.”

the room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with unspoken tension. you focused on the memory, it acting as a soothing anchor in the storm brewing inside you. but this time, something was different. the wispy light from your wand pulsed, growing brighter, solidifying. the faint outline of a cat sharpened, taking on a more defined form.

in the heightened focus, you were oblivious to everything except the memory and the warmth radiating from jungwon's hand on yours. the familiar nostalgia from the memory echoed in your mind, a beacon of happiness. with a burst of energy, a fully formed silver cat patronus materialised, leaping and frolicking around the room.

you gasped in awe, forgetting everything else. "it's perfect! it's actually a perfect patronus!" 

you jumped, unknowingly pushing yourself more into jungwon, making him wrap his hands loosely around you as he chuckled lowly. you spun around to share your joy with him.

but as you turned, your breath hitched. you were impossibly close to him, his hand still wrapped around yours, his face mere inches away. his eyes were dark and intense, a mirror of the emotions swirling within you. the air crackled with unspoken desire.

you leaned in, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. he tilted his head ever so slightly, his lips hovering a whisper away from yours. his breath hitched ever so slightly, as you both leaned in, the space between your lips closing with each passing second.

just as your lips were about to meet, jungwon pulled back abruptly. 

he cleared his throat, his hand falling away from yours. "that's... that's amazing," he stammered, his eyes flickering away from yours. "a perfect patronus. you really are something else."

his words held a strange distance, and a knot of unease tightened in your stomach. the electric tension that had thrummed in the air moments ago had dissipated, replaced by an awkward silence. you weren't sure what had happened, but embarrassment washed over you in suffocating waves. the joy of your achievement felt strangely hollow now.

your patronus immediately vanished into thin air, leaving a trail of sparkles behind.

the tension in the room receded as quickly as it had risen, leaving a bewildered silence in its wake. you blinked, confused and slightly disappointed. why did he stop?

"i, uh," he stammered, looking at his shoes, "i think it's getting late. maybe we should call it a night?"

did he regret the near kiss? or was there something else at play? 

you opened your mouth to ask, but the words wouldn't come. the magic of the patronus lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

"yeah," you finally managed, your voice barely a whisper. "it's getting late."

jungwon offered a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes before gathering his things and hurrying towards the exit. you watched him go, a myriad of emotions swirling within you.

disappointment gnawed at you like a dementor during your potions class the next day. your potions professor, inspecting your bubbling concoction with a delighted smile, declared it "exactly by the book."

he beamed, announcing, "it appears the extra sessions have paid off! perhaps we can consider them concluded, wouldn't you agree?"

a lump formed in your throat. you glanced at jungwon, expecting a playful jab or a celebratory nod. but he simply shrugged, a noncommittal, ‘sounds good to me,’ escaping his lips.

the professor's words should have filled you with relief. you were back on track, independent once more. yet, as the class ended, all you felt was a hollow emptiness. you caught jungwon's eye for a fleeting moment, hoping for a familiar spark or a shared grin. instead, he averted his gaze, muttering a hurried goodbye and hurried out of the classroom.

this became a pattern over the next few days. in the hallways, where you once exchanged playful jibes, jungwon now seemed to melt into the background whenever you approached. shared classes were endured in a tense silence, his friendly demeanour replaced by a distant politeness. 

you replayed the scene in the room of requirement over and over in your head, desperately trying to pinpoint where you'd gone wrong. 

had you misread the tension? had you moved too fast, startled him with your sudden boldness?

one evening, you found yourself lingering outside the room of requirement, the usual meeting place for dumbledore's army. you weren't sure why you were there, perhaps a desperate hope that jungwon would appear. the door creaked open, and your best friend peeked out.

"lost something?" she asked, her brow quirked in concern.

you shook your head, the words refusing to form.

"everything alright?" she pressed gently, her perceptive eyes searching yours.

you sighed, finally blurting out, "it's jungwon. did i…did i do something wrong?"

her knowing smile softened the blow. "ah," she said, pulling you into a hug. "sometimes, the most powerful potions are brewed in silence, simmering with unspoken emotions."

her words offered little comfort, but they planted a seed in your mind. maybe rushing something as delicate as what you felt for jungwon wasn't the way. maybe patience, like the perfect potion, required time and the right balance of ingredients. you resolved to let things cool, to focus on mastering your spells and potions, hoping that maybe, one day, the right opportunity would present itself, and the spark you shared with jungwon wouldn't need words to reignite.

screw whatever you thought before. you couldn't wait for that ‘one day’ to come as you watched your classmate, a girl with hair like spun sunshine, practically cling to jungwon's arm in herbology. they were bent over, giggling like pixies at a particularly stubborn gillyweed.

fury replaced the embers of hope your friend had ignited. who was this girl? had he moved on that quickly? 

jealousy bubbled in your stomach as you stalked away from the window, hurt settling in your chest. but you were determined to make things right, even if it meant making your friendship(?) with him awkward, you needed to know what went wrong. 

the bell signalling the end of class was your cue. you bolted out, weaving through students, your eyes locked on jungwon. he noticed you coming, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, but before he could react, you were upon him.

he was walking with the sunshine-haired girl, lost in their own conversation, until a breathless, "jungwon!" ripped him from it. he turned, eyes widening further when he saw your determined, (slightly crazed) expression.

"uh, hi?" he stammered, glancing between you and the girl who stood blinking at you both, confused.

"excuse me," you said politely through gritted teeth to the girl, who, thankfully, scurried off with a mumbled ‘see you later, jungwon.’

now, alone with the reason of your anger and surging jealousy, you grabbed his arm and steered him away from the castle grounds. you marched him past the greenhouses until you reached a secluded clearing near the black lake. there, with a flourish that would have earned you points in charms class, you pinned him against a sturdy oak tree.

he stared at you, bewildered, as your chest heaved. "okay," he started cautiously, "what's going on?"

"what's going on?" you sputtered, finally finding your voice. "what's going on is, i thought we had...something!" you gestured wildly towards the castle, where you could still see a flicker of sunshine hair disappear around a corner.

jungwon blinked, then a slow blush crept up his neck. "we...we do! we had potions tutoring sessions, remember?"

you threw your hands up in exasperation. "ugh, not tutoring! this…this unspoken thing we have!"

his blush deepened, and he mumbled something inaudible under his breath.

"what?" you demanded.

he took a deep breath. "look, about that night in the room of requirement..."

"yes?" you leaned in, heart pounding.

he cleared his throat. "maybe i… i overreacted. i wasn't sure what you were feeling, and…"

he trailed off, his gaze dropping to the ground. you gaped at him, realising the truth. you hadn't scared him off, he'd scared himself off! 

but there was more. a flicker of insecurity crossed his eyes. "and to be honest," he admitted sheepishly, "the real reason i've been avoiding you… well, it's because i was trying to figure out how to tell you something...something big."

you blinked. here you were, fuming about a nonexistent threat, while jungwon had been battling his own insecurities. the situation was hilarious, almost. but mostly, it was endearing.

a slow smile spread across your face. "well, spill it, jungwon. don't leave me in suspense."

he fumbled with his words, cheeks burning a fiery red. "it's about...well, ever since the beginning of this year, i’ve looked at you…in a different light."

your heart thrummed erratically now, hoping he was getting to where you wanted him to.

"...and, well, you're not just funny and smart, you're kind and brave, and the way you laugh at my stupid jokes, it just makes me..." his voice trailed off, his eyes pleading with yours. 

his rambling was adorable, but the knot of frustration in your stomach tightened with every nervous stammer. you couldn't take it anymore.

grabbing him by the collar, you silenced him with a kiss. it started desperate, fueled by the need to know his true feelings, but as his lips met yours, it melted into something sweeter. you poured your unspoken emotions into that kiss, the frustration, the longing, the dawning hope. 

suddenly, jungwon spun you around, switching your positions so that you were pushed against the tree now. your breath hitched in surprise at his sudden show of confidence. he dove back into the kiss, his soft lips moving against yours in fervour. the intensity of your kiss increased along with your pulse and you were pretty sure jungwon could feel it with the way he was pressed up against you

when he finally pulled back, breathless and dizzy, a different kind of silence hung in the air.

jungwon stared at you as your cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, mirroring the sunset bleeding across the lake. finally, a smile bloomed on his face, genuine and relieved. 

"see," he breathed, voice husky, "that was much easier than all that."

you laughed, a genuine sound that echoed through the clearing. relief washed over you, warm and tingly. "i should be the one saying that" you teased.

“yeah well i chickened out”, he scratched his head in embarrassment, “i wanted my confession to be perfect.”

you smirked, “yeah well what you pulled right now was very romantic. i didn’t know you had that in you.”

he rolled his eyes playfully and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “you liked it though. let’s head back now, it’s almost time for dinner.”

you smiled as you walked in step with him, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. he squeezed your hand with a cheeky grin on his face.  you returned the squeeze looking up at him in question, when his next words had a blush blooming on your face.

“i hope you’re going to pay me back for those lessons with more of such kisses.”

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the jjk men and how perverted they would be to their partner.

─── ☆ notes. sorry for being flakey i've been recovering from having Agust D tickets stolen right out of my hands (i was too late putting in my card information) so i'm pretty much in constant mourning at the moment. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni | masterbation | scent kink | oral sex | facials | marking | possessiveness | manipulation(?) | sub/dom | switching | brat taming | voyeurism | exhibitionism | mentions of multiple partners | sadism | biting | rough sex | cock warming | creampie | is you see a typo simply ignore it | title inpso by this song.

★     NANAMI KENTO !

‣ He would take it to the grave, though, with the type of things he would do when he did not have your comfort: tucking his shoes to the side and tossing aside his tie after a long day at work, all those rightful morals get tossed aside as well, seeing you had left to go back to your own home, leaving the almost overbearing traces of you against his mattress and pillows.

‣ tucking his face into his bed sheets while he slowly reaches down to undo the buckle of his belt, his hand creeping under the button of his pants in search to help ease the tension that grew as his erection engulfed in him what was left of you.

‣ grunting pathetically as he stuffed his face against his pillow, fucking his fist, the thought of your body, the things you two would do under the sheets.

‣ He will do anything he needs to do to not ruin his gentlemanly persona, his thoughts about you are more tamed and docile than those of the others, who would be more open with their thoughts.

‣ but I feel like Nanami wouldn’t really show his true nature no matter how many times you poke and prod at him, taunting him sexually, he’ll always make it seem as if you are the one that always suggests something first.

‣ I feel like he's also very into seeing you cry, especially if you like light bondage, whether he’s tying your hands together with his tie or holding your wrist behind your back with his belt.

‣ But on a rare occasion, like when he’s just mentally exhausted and really craving your touch and needs a little widedown, he can't help but  be a little touchy and needy for some sense of comfort.

‣ That comfort comes in a lot of ways: cuddling, making out, handjobs, and helping his very terrible oral fixation that never fails to have you fall victim to house mouth by spreading out on top of any and every surface in his home with your thighs trembling as your knee was bent over his shoulder.

★     GOJO SATORU !

‣ This man is very shameless and vocal about the things he wants and will do to you, so shameless that you have to apologize to anyone within a hearing radius.

‣ He literally does not care and does not have an ounce of decorum in his body.

‣ No matter how much he teases you for being "obsessed," you both know damn well how overly possessive he is over you and your body. There is never a time your two are in the same room and he doesn't have his hands all over you.

‣ The problem is that he isn't ashamed of talking about the things he wants to do with you to literally any poor victim willing to listen; he had the dedicated photo album full of saved selfies and pictures and the very lewd picture of you in lingerie tucked in his wallet, ready to be pulled out at any unfortunate time.

‣ The more you two get comfortable and closer, I feel like he will get more whiny and needy for your physical contact and attention, touching and kissing all over you in public.

‣  Kissing all over you, including the multiple items he would spoil you with, ranging from expensive lingerie in his favorite color to little trinkets that remind him of you. His favorite thing to do is buy you clothes and have you try them on in front of him.

‣  He just cannot keep his hands to himself, especially when you look so good in the sexy suit he bought from Victoria Secret that just complimented your boobs so much. It shouldn't be a surprise that it only takes him a glance before he’s tugging your panties to the side and fucking you against the wall.

★     TOJI FUSHIGURO !

‣ Another shameless man who does not give a fuck where he is or who’s around; when he wants you, he wants you.

‣ Definitely more subtle compared to Gojo (which isn't saying much).

‣ He’s just a major tits guy and loves when you post selfies with cleavage just to screenshot for his gallery and zoom in on your chest.

‣ If you happen to be in his company, rather than lounging around cuddling, his hands will at some point end up under your shirt, fondling your chest and pinching your nipples, using your boobs like a personal stress ball, and if he's not doing that, his head is tucked under your shirt, sucking hickies on them as if it were some normal occurrence.

‣ There’s no normal moment when you're dating Toji; this man knows he can act upon his lewd desires and will tuck your panties in his back pocket after sex as if they were some type of award for making you finish twice.

‣  He’s a man with artistic ability; that being said, he likes how you look covered in his cum; rather, it's all over your face, boobs, buttocks, and stomach. You better believe he’s pulling out and painting all over you.

‣ will get a little whiny whenever you try to clean yourself off, but it's fine because the moment you get out of the shower, he’s tapping you in for another round (rest in peace your ability to walk straight).

 ‣ He does not have a single shameless bone in his body; in fact, he loves it when you catch him doing something pervy; he only gets more excited.

‣ Rather its jerking off with your underwear and possibly grunting out your name knowing you're a step away, the moment that door swings open, he’s holding eye contact and fucking his fist.

‣ As much as people assume Toji to be some hard dom I feel like he does have a bit of a bratty side, and it does not help that he can get super petty, especially if he doesn't get what he wants. Oh, lord, that man will teasingly taunt like there's no tomorrow.

‣ And the worst part is that he does it as if he isn't the one practically whining for you to touch him.

‣ Don't even bother trying to get payback, whether it's trying to get him winded up with a cute lewd text or sending a sext picture of yourself, he will hit back ten times as hard and even make you drag it out until he’s the one with the upper hand.  

★     GETO SUGURU !

‣ okay… So I know what I said about Gojo being the most perverted, but I think that Geto might sometimes give him a run for his money.

‣ He's got the shameless thing all checked, in fact, he's so shameless that he makes you feel embarrassed and flustered, as if you're the one at fault.

‣ He is the same with Toji, he doesn't care who’s near doesn't matter he has his hands all over you, taunting and teasing you right in front of his friends he does not give a single care.

‣ He loves getting you all flustered in public, no matter who’s listening, he will straight out ask you to touch him whenever he feels like it.

‣ He loves the thought of you coming undone with an audience watching how much he can please you, a possessive sense of pride waving over him as he fucks you in front of everyone, telling them exactly who you belong to as you moan out his name. As long as you keep your eyes on him, there won't be a problem.

‣ frames lewd pictures of you, I’m not even kidding.

‣ I feel like he would have one of those huge portraits of you modeled in fancy lingerie hung like art in his living room, or small portraits of you in his bedroom.

‣ When you first noticed them, he just sort of smirked as you tried to tell him off.

★     SUKUNA RYOMEN !

‣ Oh brother, this dude gets grimy with it. 

‣ He’s got a major god complex, so it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that he doesn't see that what he’s doing is perverted, downright bad, to the point where he calls you a pervert for still liking him knowing the type of shit he’s into.

‣ Is a panty sniffing, dick stepping, fucking in public or even while his friends watch, watching you shower, jacking off while laying next to you, type of freak.

‣ Let's step back and backtrack on that friend thing. To everyone's surprise, Sukuna loves sharing, so much so that he’s into watching you get passed around by his friends.

‣ Practically invented voyeurism, loves the look on your face while you're getting railed, but only while you hold eye contact with him and moan his name while you're with some other dude.

‣ Sure he’s possessive, but in cocky way. 

‣ He knows he’s better than any other man you’ll ever be with, he’s the best thing that has ever graced your silly little pitbull life, so no matter how many times you complain about some sad pitful fuck, he knows it’ll never beat the multiple times he’d leave you trembling from just his mouth.

‣ He’s a huge tease with his tongue and long fingers, you’d have to be in tears and whimpering out his name before he'd consider pulling his dick out and fucking you.

‣ Is very huge on crying, whether it's from overstimulation or you just being overwhelmed from being angry at him. Just know the little devils on both sides of his shoulders are practically barking at him to bend you over and fuck you when the tears start spilling. 

‣ He’s a mean fucking, hair tugging, biting, leaving bruises, slapping, degrading—you could name anything that inflicts some sort of pain, and Sukuna has already tried it.

‣ But on the very rare occasion when he allows you too to take just a bit of charge, his desperate side does get a chance to shine out more, begging for you to let him cum in you, begging for you to give him orders.

‣ Sex will always end with you feeling like some type of jelly-filled doughnut (I'm so sorry), and he refuses to cum anywhere else but inside of you, let alone let you move from his grasp when he’s done. Best believe you’re keeping his cock warm for the rest of the night.

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LOOKING AFTER SKZ WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK (HYUNG LINE : PART 1 )

contains.  - lee know and chan being drunk, not proofread, suggestive jokes (in lee know’s), kissing + non sexual nudity (in bangchan’s) 

a/n. - i’ll be posting changbin and hyunjin’s seperately because i went a bit overboard with both of these. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated, because writers put a lot of time into their content and it's nice to receive a bit of love and feedback ❤️

lee know is a absolute menace when he’s drunk but you’ve got to admit it’s quite entertaining. when you got a phone call from bang chan asking for you to come pick minho up, you immediately knew lee know was probably hammered. he didn’t drink often but when he did,  he got tipsy after a few shots. when you arrived at chan’s place to pick lee know up you opened the door to your drunk boyfriend immediately pulling you into a huge hug rocking back and forth.

 “missed yoouuuuu” he slurred, he was giggling and leaning all of his body weight on your shoulder whilst he cuddled you in the hallway . you said goodbye to chan (and the rest of the boys that were blowing the roof off with how loud they were screaming) , before you drove back to your own apartment. he struggled with the door completely missing the keyhole with his key, failing to unlock it while he pouts. you laughed at his actions and unlocked the door for him to save his poor soul from leaving his body. “mmm i could’ve done that mysellfff- !” he groaned as you let him into your home.

“sure you could’ve min” you smiled as you helped him shrug off his jacket. “c’mon let’s get out of these clothes, they seem uncomfy” you said pressing a kiss to his forehead before leading him up the stairs. 

 you instantly regretted your wording when your boyfriend smirked, “you know if you wanted me naked for you, you could just ask, pretty ” . you narrowed your eyes at him as he “you’re proud of that one aren’t you?” you questioned as he flops down on the bed , laying on his back. “my proposition still stands, you know your clothes look uncomfy too , you could take them off too ” he says calmly.

he’s unaware of the way the heat started rising to your cheeks at his words. you threw a pillow at him to shut him up whilst he starts taking off his clothes.  you break into a laugh at the way he struggles to take of his shirt as it get’s stuck at his ears. you walk over to your boyfriend and help him tug it off. he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and ruffled hair, making your heart flutter at the sight.

you pull him into the bathroom while he groans,   “nooooooo” you whines as you tug at his arm, sitting him on the counter before leaning over to grab the face wash. he surprisingly sits still while you wash your face and put the toothpaste on his toothbrush for him. he brushes his teeth while you get a towel out of the cupboard to dry his face with. you follow him back to the bedroom , watching as he rubs his eyes sleepily. 

“’m tired now” he complains, earning a yelp out of your lips as he topples back on the bed dragging you along, pulling you on top of him. your torso’s pressed against his and you can feel the rhythm of his steady heartbeat underneath you. you go to move before you realise that he’s out cold. you gently slip out of his arms to turn off the night lamp next to the bed before laying on the pillow next to him. he looks so peaceful finally, a soft, blissful expression is gracing his features and you feel yourself smiling at him as you pull the comforter over the two of you. 

bangchan doesn’t get drunk. he says he can handle his alcohol but that’s not what happened when the two of you went to the bar to have some fun after a long week. he started off with one shot but before he knew it he’d downed 5 and he couldn’t see straight. chan doesn’t get drunk... well most of the time he doesn’t, and this time was definitely an exception. you sigh in relief that you’d not had a drink so you were still alright to drive the two of you home. he’d walk all wobbly as you lead him back to the car, looking like a lost puppy before you sat him in the passenger seat and buckled him in. 

he looks like someone has just kicked him, a hurt expression painted over his face as he sits in silence on the car ride back to your house, his bottom lip pulled in a defiant pout. after you park, you open your door and start heading to the front door, expecting him to follow you but he sits tight in his seat with his head leaning on the window. 

you stop in your tracks when you see chan isn’t walking behind you and go back to open the door and sit back in your seat. “hey baby what’s up??” you question worriedly , he doesn’t say anything but he does perk up at the sound of your voice, he looks up at you with glossy eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. you gasp at the sudden move but you relax into it all the same. 

his lips are warm and though he tastes slightly bitter from the drinks he was having prior , you can’t help but feel yourself melt into his touch. his hands find their way to your waist before he gives it a gentle squeeze. you pull away before it gets too far, he was still drunk and he was in no state to carry on. he gives you the same hurt expression when you pull away from his lips. you quickly clear your throat “c’mon you’re drunk babe, let’s get homeeee”. you’d have to drag him out of the car and into your home before he finally speaks. you shut the front door before he topples into your arms, “’m tired” he mumbles as he hugs you. 

you smile at his childishness before helping him shrug off his jacket and leading him upstairs into the bathroom. “i’m gonna run a bath chan, then we’ll sleep okay?” you say earning a groan from him. “i don’t wannaaaa...” he says whilst you help him discard his clothes onto the floor. 

“you’ll thank me tomorrow if you take this bath, you’ll feel much better” you say ruffling his hair.  he stands watching you with a towel wrapped around him while you run the bath,  “you’re so pretty” he mutters softly as you close the taps and turn to look at him. 

you take his face in your hands and give his lips a sweet kiss, you smile at him to get in the bath.  “you’re super pretty too chan..”  you say as you take your clothes off and join him. you don’t miss the way his cheeks flush, whether that was because of the hot water or your words... you don’t know. you relax against his chest as he leads his head back against the rim of the bathtub. 

you went out to have a good time but you realised all you really needed was to spend a little time with your sweet boyfriend to cheer up. 

[zhongrin]

unchanged

◇ characters ◇ zhongli (ft. xiao and childe)

◇ tags ◇ modern!au, formerdelinquent!zhongli, professor!zhongli

◇ a/n ◇ part one here

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

“more chocolates? geez, who knew the fearsome morax is secretly a sweet tooth?”

“shut up,” the boy sighs and throws a glare towards his ginger friend - not that it would affect him; the smiling idiot who got even more excited and reckless when a student from another school brought a knife to a fistfight. at once, another smaller boy swoops into his defense, golden eyes narrowing as his lithe arms crossed upon his chest.

“it’s ninety-five percent cocoa. bitter is the word you’re looking for. then again, you’re so dumb you’re failing art, so i suppose it’s understandable that you would struggle with language.”

“wha- the teacher’s the one who can’t appreciate real art! my narwhal looked fine!”

“that…. was a narwhal? it didn’t look like one.”

“alright, well, it might have looked a little like an orca, but-”

“it looked like a mauled deer.”

“oh, that’s it, pipsqueak, you and me, we’re settling this right now. maybe then you’ll understand that you don’t deserve the general alatus title!”

“hmph. you really are a child, just like your infamous nickname.”

zhongli sighs inwardly, teeth biting off the chunk of chocolate and humming appreciatively as the taste flooded his tongue. this would pair well with that tea he just procured from guizhong, he muses silently. ignoring the two’s bickering, he scanned the area before his gaze settles on a familiar figure. at once, he turns his head slightly to address the two.

“quiet.”

the order in his voice makes them stop abruptly for a moment. ajax breaks into a whisper, but barely two words in the dark brown-haired boy hears his friend grunt, presumably from getting hit by his right-hand man. morax refocuses on the scene.

one moment, you're looking around like a timid mouse, and the next, with a swiftness that rivals xiao’s punches, slip something into a locker. or, well, more specifically, his locker. a second after, you walk away hurriedly.

he waits awhile before stalking towards the same spot to open the same door and reaches inside.

“…. oooohhh, i see now,” ajax hums and giggles like a lovestruck schoolgirl, “you don’t like like sweets, you just like the one who brought it for you!”

zhongli throws another glare, and he knows for sure that this one isn’t working because one - ajax only laughs louder, and two - he can feel his cheeks burn.

“quiet.”

this time, there’s no order in his voice, and even xiao breaks into a small smile.

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[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

NSFW Gunmax x Reader

Chapter One

I have once again fallen into my old love, Brave Police, and with so much stress in my life I've decided to have a bit of fun with the bots! Synopsis is simple: Gunmax invites reader to "spend the night" with obvious intent, not knowing reader is fully aware that he's a virgin. Shenanigans will ensue.

(NSFW, Robot Human Relations, Reader uses gender neutral pronouns, Sauciness to Increase with Additional Chapters)

Please like and reblog, and let me know what you think!

"Here we are."

The garage Gunmax had brought you to was lit only by string lights overhead once the door closed behind the both of you, but even then you could see there was a fair bit more out of place in the abandoned cement structure. A bot sized bed of cushions covered in blankets was the main feature, and a closer look revealed it to be in the shape of a lopsided heart, making you smile at the sentimentality most would never have expected from a mech like Gunmax. To his credit, he must have also cleaned the place up, as there wasn't a speck of dust or dirt along the aged stone surfaces. You'd have offered a thankful flirt, but the not-so-distant sounds of the city's active night life gave you pause. The last thing the two of you needed was an unexpected visitor.

"You're sure no one will disturb us in here?" you asked as you looked up at him. Gunmax scoffed in sarcastic offense, hitting a button on the wall that snapped a heavy duty lock over the garage door.

"I scouted and secured this place myself, we won't be bothered." he said with full confidence. You saw no reason to distrust him on this matter, so you relaxed and turned your attention to the lovely night ahead. Gunmax had made it very apparent what he wanted to happen, his many forced innuendos telling you more than he had probably intended, but you were polite enough to play along provided he behaved himself. Looking back to the sizable and only slightly lumpy bed, you smiled in anticipation of a lovely evening. Gunmax puffed his chest out as he lifted you for a clear view of his work. "I even got it all nice and pretty for you, baby."

A most imperfectly timed flickering of the lights overhead made him pout, compelling you to jump to his rescue and save the mood. You knew from experience there was one thing that cheered him up without fail; playful ribbing. "I think we have different definitions of pretty."

"I'd say you have no taste, but I'm proof of the opposite." he countered effortlessly, back to high spirits without delay. You rolled your eyes at his boundless arrogance, but couldn't keep from smiling at his wit, especially when exchanging playful barbs had been the start of your relationship in the first place. Bending down to let you hop out of his hands, the mech flopped back onto his makeshift bed with an audible whumpf from the cushions, sprawling his nimble limbs as he looked down at you with a smirk.

"How about giving this bed a try before you knock it, yeah? It's big enough for two, but you can always have a seat on my lap." he offered, adjusting his posture so the area between his legs was freely accessible. It wasn't his most obnoxiously suggestive invitation, but you had little intention of just going along and making things easy if he tried to play at being something you knew he wasn't. It might not have been obvious to Gunmax that he wasn't fooling anyone, but if he continued to bluff you were intending to call him out on it. Having so much fun in the process was just a perk.

"Why would I ever want to do that?" you asked coyly, sitting down on the edge of the bed after hefting yourself over the lip. It was impossible to say just how many cushions, blankets and mattresses had been gathered to build it, but the end result was indeed quite comfortable. You couldn't wait to break it in properly.

Only mildly phased by your mock misunderstanding, the biker sighed in dramatic fashion, doubling down on his pouty approach as he leaned his cheek into his palm. Whatever game he was playing, he was in it to win, optics twinkling behind his visor with mischevious daring as he leveled them on you. "I'd hoped you'd feel grateful enough to show your host some appreciation, but I guess you have poor manners..."

The daring taunt flicked a switch in you, his overt teasing just too much to endure when you knew he was faking it, and you decided that he'd unknowingly chosen to do things the hard but equally pleasurable way.

"I had a feeling "checking out your place" was code for something else. But, if you put it like that..." you trailed off to crawl between his legs, moving carefully but quickly so he had no time to prepare before you were pushing his thighs apart, letting your hands linger on his freshly waxed white finish. His antenna dipped reflexively, and you heard him gulp when you stopped just shy of his panel. From the way he flinched backwards at your sudden approach, one would have thought you towered over the bot. You might as well have with how easily you had him on the run. "I'd certainly hate to be rude."

[kado-fortnite]

pinned like a bug. (Jul. 31, 2024)

RP/ask blog for Kado Thorne from Fortnite run by @corvidazed! Partially an excuse to learn Blender rendering, so expect some of those.

Heavy on headcanons, canon divergent. I'm no lore expert but I will try my best to keep things accurate where I can!

I'm an adult, so please expect heavy themes and suggestive content from time to time. Tags to blacklist this content are below, and I will never post anything explicit. Shipping is welcome, but you and your character must be 18 or older.

Anything OOC will be denoted by //text.

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Spotlight on Kado!

After narrowly escaping the events of C4S4 with his life, Kado rode out the shock waves of The Big Bang to end up on Helios prior to the events of C5S1. Content to bide his time and regroup, his presence on the island has remained subtle, save for the few remaining pieces of his collection that crash landed on the island alongside him.

He's been keeping close tabs on the island's inhabitants and their struggles, though the escape of Midas was something he failed to expect. With the island free from the iron rule of gods, Kado has taken an interest in the vacant throne and currently resides near Charon's Crossing.

While he's finally showing his face, Kado is keen to keep his vampiric identity hidden for as long as he can manage to keep such an ace up his sleeve. Ill intentions aside, he's about as friendly as a prissy appreciator of the finer things in life can be. He's easily won over through gifts of high value, eager to rebuild his once formidable collection from the ground up.

Although a vampire, his ancient existence has granted him resilience to the sun and other typical detriments. Still, he prefers to avoid the unrelenting heat of the new wasteland whenever possible.

Nobody on the island is from his normal timeline, but he's most often found interacting with @valeria-fortnite and @king-midas-fortnite.

[kairiscorner]

AWOO AWOO ANON IS BACK WITH ANOTHER GWEN PROMPT 🚨🚨🚨 (but it’s abt like parent talk and annoyances so its okay if you don’t wanna do this <33)

HELLO P!! Hehehejhee I hope ur doing well!!! I just come up with a bit of a wholesome kinda angsty idea

Details: reader comes to Gwen’s apartment to rant abt parental issues (minor inconveniences, bickering with parents, details that are pretty minor but it’s so triggering)

LIKE

(Alam mo yung usual na pinapagsabihan ka like they’re scolding/annoyed kahit na minor lang yung topic 😅?)

Ex. “Ugh my mom rolled her eyes and honestly scoffed when i talked abt Barbie etc.”

(Tas pag tatay nakakatakot mag salita parang galit lagi)

Ex. Pag sinigaw pangalan to call you tas pagutos. BASICALLY ACTING LIKE HE’S BETTER GANON

(TAS LIKE YOU HAVE TO WALK ON EGGSHELLS W BOTH) ((ofc it’s different for everyone but idk why i feel like this is almost universal BKA AKO LANG HAHAHAHAH))

AHEM

So! Just a deep talk with Gwen about how she deals with bickering/fights with her dad would be a cool conversation!! Especially since it’s only them too

(Doesn’t hav to be specific! You can play around with it ofc!! Loaf u and hav a splendid week <3)

(AY CLARIFY LANG suggestions r different from fanfic reqs right..? I don’t wanna be makulit sa suggestions tas yun pala bawal ehe ^^”)

HI POOOO ooo i love the idea! esp bc i'm always one to rant about my parents when we fight 😭😭😭 loaf u too platonically boo 🫶🫶and also, yes! suggestions would be kind of like an idea, but not really asking for a fic to be made, just an idea you wanna share (at least that's how it's gonna be like on my blog!) PERO OK, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

gwen plopped herself down on the edge of the bed next to you, her expression full of dismay and aggravation. you looked over at her with a semi-fretful gaze. "what happened, gwinny?" you asked her as she sighed and looked into your eyes. "it's my dad, again..." she muttered as she covered her face with her hands, falling back down on your bed as your eyes followed her. you lay down on your side next to her and gently asked her in a whisper if she wants to talk about it. gwen breathed in deeply removed her hands from her face and looked at you from the corner of her eye.

"oh, where to even begin?" she asked aloud to nobody in particular, smiling ever so slightly in an ironic manner as she looked up at your ceiling. she didn't speak for a few moments, until she finally found the strength to open up, even by a tiny bit. she opened up about how her father has been putting a curfew on her, after hearing her sneak back into her room after her nightly patrols. she got mad at him for enforcing that curfew, and he got mad at her for not realizing how all he wants is for her to be safe. "he just wants to feel at ease, like he's not... like he's not failing as a dad." she grumbled out as her eyebrows scrunched up a little as her gaze towards your ceiling morphed into a glare.

"i get how he wants me to be safe, bravo for you dad, but... at least i come home. you leave all the time, what difference does it make if i'm not there at home? what difference does it make when we're both on patrol, we're both concerned about the city and each other, i have your back, it's just... you don't know i'm the one doing the saving, which is good for you." gwen ranted as her voice became softer, as if her inner turmoil had simmered down and hearing her speak her thoughts out was less gratifying than she thought it'd be. gwen breathed in deeply as you moved closer to her, not tearing your eyes away from her one bit.

"i know how you feel, kinda. i sometimes feel like my parents never want me to have any fun, but at the end of the day... they do it for a reason. might not always seem like good reasons, but trust me when i say that among all those reasons," you placed a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to look at you with eyes shimmering with twinkles of shame in them, slight shame that she spoke about her father that way, but they were still gleaming with confusion and frustration, "his love for you as your dad is the biggest reason of all." you finished with a smile as gwen's expression went from agitated to remorseful.

gwen leaned over towards you and pressed her forehead against yours. she gently took your hand in hers and interlocked your fingers together. "thank you... well, i have a lot of explaining to do the minute i get home, then. can't really tell him i've been spider woman for the night again, but i can't really tell him any other made up reason. i just... i want him to stop worrying sometimes." she confessed as you squeezed her hand. you chuckled as you brushed away her hair from her forehead. "he's a dad, he's supposed to worry." you reminded her as you kissed her forehead. "and it's okay." you said as gwen wrapped her arm around your waist and hugged you.

"i guess... sorry i had to dump this all on you when you're supposed to be sleeping." "gwen, never be sorry for letting off some steam. you work so hard to save people you don't even know... and yet you're hesitant about saving yourself. let me save you, at least once for all the times you've saved me." you said as you hugged gwen back. gwen couldn't murmur a 'thank you' anymore as she felt like that wouldn't be enough to do you justice. she held on to you tighter, wishing this moment could last longer. she swore to herself, though, that by tomorrow morning, she'd say sorry to her dad. she'd say sorry and express how she doesn't want to worry him, how she wants nothing more than for him to be at ease, to trust her. and she hopes that one day, she'll be okay with him, they'll be okay with each other; and she has you to thank for helping her realize this.

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[e-dubbc11]

The Sweet Spot

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None really. This is pure fluff, maybe a swear word or two, actually nope, I don’t think there are any. Oh there is a drug reference, sort of.

Word Count: 2.3k-ish

Summary: You and Billy are invited to a picnic and you offer to bring dessert and wine. Billy offers to help you bake

A/N: Using the prompt “Oh I’m sorry. Was that too much?” Part of the writing challenge that my lovelies over on the Thirsty for Cox server decided to do for the month of March. I’m a little worried this might be a little boring so I’m sorry if it is but it is all kinds of fluffy. I hope you like it. Oh there is an I Love Lucy moment in this too.

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The iPad was turned on and in its stand on the kitchen counter, baking ingredients were spread out all over the counter space. Everything meticulously placed in the order they were going to be used in as well as all of the utensils and your stand mixer.

A few weeks ago, the Castle family told you and Billy about a picnic they were going to be having at their house. You offered to bring a dessert and wine, but what to make? Scrolling through countless recipes on Pinterest, you were just overwhelmed with everything.

Of course, Billy tried to help you with your search. He loved chocolate and the Castle children did also so when you were trying to figure out what to make, Billy had a suggestion of his own. “Can you make something with chocolate, sweet girl? You know how much I love chocolate.”

A cunning smile spread across his face, he’d always get you with that smile.

“You know Lisa and Junior love chocolate too so I think you’d be the hit of the party if you made something with chocolate.” Said Billy.

In a sarcastic tone and narrowing your eyes at him, you replied “So what you’re saying is…I should make something with chocolate.”

He shook his head, still smiling and said “Ah, there’s my daily dose of sass. Can you go one day without saying something sarcastic?”

“Have you met me?” You asked with a laugh.

Billy just leaned in and gently pressed his lips to yours. “I’m sure it will be delicious, whatever you decide to make my love. It always is.”

He knew exactly what he was doing, flashing his perfect smile, gazing at you with his beautiful deep brown eyes, he was very convincing so you waved the white flag and decided to find a recipe with plenty of chocolate in it.

Not long into your search, you stopped on a recipe for blackout chocolate cake. It’s always a risk trying a recipe for the first time and bringing it to someone’s house as opposed to something you’ve made before but the recipe sounded too good NOT to try.

Reading off the ingredients, you’ve never made a cake with some of these before but it sounded delicious with components like dark cocoa powder, coffee, buttermilk, regular cocoa powder and the ingredient you were waiting for because you asked Billy to pick it up on his way home from work today…cream cheese.

You turned on your music, put your apron on and started in on making this cake when you heard keys in the door…Billy was home. He called out to you when he walked through the door. “Lucyyyyyy, I’m home!” Oh, Billy Russo never failed to bring a smile to your face. “You home, baby?”

“I’m in the kitchen, handsome.” You replied.

He called out to you again. “I brought home pizza and cream cheese, NOT mixed together.”

Billy walked around the corner, placed the pizza on the dining room table and brought the cream cheese to you in the kitchen.

He loved coming home to your smiling face. “You saved my cake, baby. Thank you for picking this up for me.” You said.

“Anything for you, my love. You look adorable in that apron, by the way.” He said, pointing his long slender finger at you. The apron was black with white ruffles, it looked like a French maid’s outfit.

Feeling the warmth in your cheeks, you knew you were blushing and tried to shy away from him but he pulled you in flush to his chest and tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes before he captured your lips with his.

Moving his hands up to your face, he cupped your cheeks and continued to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth to tangle with yours and his fingers tracing the soft skin of your throat all the way down to your hips.

“Oh no, ya don’t.” You pulled away even though you didn’t want to. “I have to finish this tonight, the picnic is tomorrow ya know.” You said, pointing a finger into his chest.

He laughed a little as he moved his gaze up to the ceiling and back down to you. “Alright, alright. I know. Can I help, love?” He asked.

His question took you a little by surprise. Billy liked to cook, but he wasn’t really a baker, it was a sweet offer though. He seemed to be in a playful mood tonight, so it could be fun.

“Well roll those fancy sleeves up, Mr. Russo. Put an extra apron on and let’s get to it.” You said.

Billy turned around to find the only apron left that wasn’t dirty was another one of yours that had ruffles and lemons all over it. “Wait…are my aprons dirty? This is the only one left?”

You slipped the apron over his neck and your hands moved to tie it around his waist with a sly smile on your face. “I guess you’re stuck with this one, Billy.” You took a step back and eyed him from head to toe. “You look good in lemons though, baby. Love the ruffles.” You said, trying to control your laughter.

“Ok, boss I’m ready. What would you like me to do?” He asked.

You led him over to the iPad where the recipe was. “Can you mix all the dry ingredients together in a bowl for me, please?” You asked.

“Dry ingredients, I’m on it, baby.” He said.

You left him alone to read the recipe and you pulled up the recipe on your phone so you wouldn’t have to fight for the iPad. While Billy put together the dry ingredients, you whisked together the wet ingredients.

Maybe you should have paid more attention to Billy when it came to the part where he needed to add the dark cocoa powder but it completely slipped your mind and by the time you looked over at his bowl, it was too late.

It looked like he added WAY too much to the bowl because when you glanced down at the bowl, all of the ingredients mixed together were the same color as Billy’s eyes. It just looked like a bowl full of dark cocoa powder and nothing else.

“Ummmm…Billy? How much cocoa powder did you put in there?” You asked.

He gave you a side smirk like he knew he did something wrong but it was definitely on purpose.

“Well…I put in a cup and a half.” He said.

The recipe only called for ¾ of a cup.

“Billy Russo!!” You playfully scolded him like a child who took a piece of candy without asking.

“Oh I’m sorry. Was that too much?” He asked as he tried to stop the laugh that was escaping his mouth.

You glared at him and folded your arms across your chest.

“What?” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “It didn’t seem like enough, and besides no one ever died from having too much chocolate in their cake.”

You tried to stop yourself from letting out a chuckle and the not-so-innocent look he had on his face made it hard to stay mad at him.

“Billy, baking is precise. There’s a reason why everything is perfectly measured out.” You told him.

“Soooooo, you’re saying I put too much in.” He said sarcastically.

“Now who’s being a smartass.” You said.

You rested the bowl and the whisk on the counter then snaked your arms around Billy’s neck as he just continued to grin at you.

“You’re lucky you look so cute in that apron. You’re gonna need to fix it though, my love.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“But that means I’ll have to start over.” He said.

You stared at him with wide eyes and a big smile. “Thank you.”

“Jeez, tough crowd…ok I’ll start over.” He said, sounding defeated.

Billy dumped out everything he had in the bowl and started over.

Keeping a closer eye on him this time, you watched as Billy carefully measured out every ingredient just like he was supposed to. Your eyes darted from your bowl to his, back and forth until he put the last ingredient in the bowl.

“You wanna watch me put the cocoa in, baby?” He asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” You said, biting down on your lower lip.

You wanted so badly to snap a picture of him while he was concentrating on measuring everything, wearing the lemon apron and his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He still looked so handsome, it made you love him even more because of how willing he was to help you. Maybe it was because he was getting a chocolate cake out of the deal but it was still really sweet.

“Ok, dry ingredients…done.” He said.

You poured the contents of your bowl into his and mixed everything until it was all combined. You asked Billy to grease the cake pans for you and line them with parchment paper.

While the two cakes were in the oven, it was time to make the frosting.

“What’s next?” Billy asked.

“We’re making frosting.” You told him.

He looked at you a little confused. “I thought frosting came from a can.”

“Oh baby, no. Homemade frosting is so much better and it’s super easy to make.” You told him.

You started by mixing the butter and the cream cheese in the stand-up mixer. Next, it was time to add the powdered sugar which Billy wanted to do.

“Ok, now just add it carefully because if you don’t, it goes—“

Too late.

Billy dumped in all the powdered sugar that had been measured and sifted and it went all over the place. It landed in his hair, your hair, all over the counter, on your faces. Standing there stunned, the mixer was still going, throwing powdered sugar everywhere, and both of you started cracking up laughing.

“Baby, I am SO sorry!” Billy exclaimed.

There was nothing to do except smile and laugh. “It looks like the movie Scarface in here.”

While you let the sugar settle, you added the rest of the ingredients you needed for the frosting. After mixing everything together, you turned the mixer off and dipped a finger in to taste your handy work. It really was delicious.

Grabbing a spoon out of the drawer, you gathered a little more of the frosting on the spoon so Billy could taste it. “Billy, we’ll clean up after we’re done. It’s ok.” He was frantic, trying to clean the powdered sugar off of the counter, the floor, and the mixer. “Taste this, baby.”

He stopped cleaning for a moment as you stuck the spoon in his mouth. Billy’s eyes went wide, he dropped the towel he had in his hand and pulled the spoon out of his mouth to see if there was any more frosting on it so he could lick it clean.

“Has frosting always been this easy to make?” He asked. “This is really good!” Ready with the spoon, Billy asked “Can I have some more?” He raised his eyebrows and smiled wide.

You smacked his hand away before he could get another spoonful of frosting.

“Ow!” He recoiled his hand. “Please?”

“I need it for the cake, Billy.” You said, chuckling a little.

The oven timer went off and taking a toothpick, you checked the cakes to make sure they were done in the middle. When the toothpick came out clean, you removed them from the oven and set them on the stove to cool.

Billy’s eyes darted from the cakes, to the frosting, and then to you. “Soooooo do we frost the cakes now?” He asked with excitement in his voice.

“Oh they’re too hot right now, baby. They have to cool all the way before we can frost them.” You said, inching closer to him. The gap between your bodies was small as your body was almost flush with his and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you for helping me tonight, Billy.”

“You’re welcome, sweet girl. I’m sorry I made a mess.” He said with a slight look of guilt on his face.

You joked with him. “You’re supposed to make a mess while you bake, it’s a rule I’m pretty sure.”

That seemed to make him feel better.

You couldn’t help but stare at Billy. The powdered sugar still sprinkled throughout his hair, all over his apron, the streak of flour across his cheek, and the tiniest amount of chocolate in the corner of his mouth—all of it made your heart swell. Billy didn’t know much about baking, yet he offered to help you anyway and you wanted to thank him for it.

Raking your nails against his scalp, you gazed into his intense brown eyes and pulled his face close to yours so you could press your lips to his. Gentle at first, he kissed you back then slipped his tongue between your lips, moving you slightly so your backside was against the kitchen counter.

His body pressed firmly against yours, you moaned softly against his mouth, pouted a little when he pulled away, but he continued to kiss down your neck and across your chest.

“You taste so sweet, baby.” He said with a wink. “But it looks like I missed a spot when I threw powdered sugar everywhere.”

Billy dusted a little powdered sugar on the tip of your nose and started to untie your apron, flashing you a mischievous smile.

“Well…since we don’t have anything to do until the cake cools off, let’s go get all that powdered sugar off.” He said as he finished taking your apron off and letting it fall to the floor, the deep V of your white t-shirt exposing the skin on your chest as he leaned down to kiss in between your breasts and taste the sweetness of the sugar that managed to find its way inside your shirt.

You pulled away slightly, laughing a little. “Ok, stud. I’ll go turn on the shower.”

Billy smiled a clever smile before kissing you again hungrily and whispering against your mouth.

“Who said anything about WASHING it off, baby?”

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Hi! I was thinking about your reblog of my AssCreed headcanon list and I got this idea... Adha and Desmond character swap?

Desmond just wakes up in the Levant without any reason while Adha gets transported into the future because of their weird Chalice connection.

Bonus points if the switch happens at a really awkward time, like Des wakes up in bed with Altaïr and Adha with Lucy/Shaun/Rebecca (... basically whatever modern day character you ship Desmond with, or maybe all of them if you wanna go the poly route)

And what do you know, maybe Desmond knows enough about the future to warn everybody about Al Mualim and Kadar gets to live, and maybe Adha is well-versed enough in Isu bullshit to save Lucy and the world (and also Clay, somehow? Can we fit him in there as well?).

The reblog in question and the tags I included:

#no 3 though would mean that calling adha the chalice meant, #she was similar to desmond miles, #maybe she was a failed version, #and there's a few like her, #with desmond being the final 'product', #i personally headcanon adha is called the chalice because she has a specific isu blood that can open something, #like maybe the lost city of iram, #also known as atlantis of the sands

Honestly, Desmond being reborn as Adha has been a Yew Branches idea of mine since last year mostly because:

The term Chalice would mean it’s meant to hold something (as @fanworldbuildingfun once stated) and considering the most famous Chalice is meant to hold blood, the idea that the title Chalice is connected to her blood is high and is similar to how Desmond’s blood(line) plays an important part in his story.

Adha means ‘sacrifice’ and Desmond ends up sacrificing himself. (While Adha was the sacrifice that needed to happen so Altaïr would become who he is in AC1)

Adha wanted to leave Levant and everything behind. Desmond wanted the same thing and did just that.

There’s a possibility that she was 25 when she died (unconfirmed) which is also the same age Desmond died.

Anyway, let’s talk about how Desmond and Adha swapping places would work.

Okay, so let’s go over what we’re sure will happen:

Desmond and Adha would switch places at very awkward times because that would be fun and we all love to make Desmond suffer (affectionately).

Desmond would end up saving Kadar and warn everyone about Al Mualim (and be believed, I guess?)

Adha would end up saving Lucy and the world

Optional: Clay will be saved as well

So, for this one, we’ll have to twist the timeline a bit. We never did get an idea of when (if he ever did) Desmond relived Altaïr’s memories of Altaïr’s Chronicles (although I do like to headcanon he dreamed of it while he was stuck in the trunk of the car as Lucy drives them to the Rome hideout) so we’ll throw that away and make Desmond only have vague memories of Adha because we are setting this in the timeline where Lucy is still alive so that means Desmond hasn’t reached a Synch Nexus with Altaïr yet.

I propose that they switch not after a night of passion but during it, like in the exact middle of it. The kind reason for this is that no one would mistake that some kind of nefarious switcheroo has happened or another. The mean (totally the main reason why I'm suggesting this) reason is… maximum embarrassment and panic for Desmond which I am all for. XD

Okay, so let’s focus on Desmond first:

The best time for Altaïr and Adha to have some quality time would be just after they reunited and left the sewers and before Altaïr went to Tyr to ‘confront’ Harash. For this, we’ll assume Altaïr didn’t leave immediately and, instead, decided to stay with Adha for one night. During that time, Desmond changes places with her and… there’s a long period of just the two of them staring at each other with growing surprise and whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

Then Altaïr grabs him by the throat and demands to know who he is and where’s Adha.

And just as Desmond is starting to get lighthearted from the lack of oxygen.

He manages to blurt out.

“I’m Adha!”

And that… is how Desmond Miles, the Isu’s favorite chew toy and the unluckiest chosen one in the world, screwed up so badly that he now has to pretend to be the tragic destined-to-die lover of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.

Of course, Altaïr didn’t believe him at first but then Desmond started answering his questions, questions only Altaïr and Adha would have known the answers to and Desmond is pretty sure it wasn’t his Bleed of Altaïr that was giving him the answers.

Not when one of the questions made him say “Oh, that? Yeah. I lied to you back then. What? You were cute as a kid and you believed everything I say so I wanted to see if you’d be able to tell if I was lying! You never did, right?”

There was no way Desmond could have answered that unless Altaïr knew it was a lie. Altaïr had truly believed it which means…

For some reason…

He has Adha’s memories inside him.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond got Altaïr to call him ‘Desmond’ because “it’ll be weird if you call a guy ‘Adha’, right? Also, the Brotherhood knows Adha and I don’t look anything like her.”

Desmond joins Altaïr in finishing up the remaining plot points of Altaïr Chronicles because something inside him knows something bad is going to happen if he doesn’t stay with Altaïr. Also, Altaïr wasn’t going to let him out of his sight because there were still a bit of lingering doubts about Desmond’s true identity which Desmond is like “yeah, that sounds about right”.

Altaïr Chronicles’ parts end successfully but Desmond gets a headache the day Adha was meant to die. He loses consciousness and Altaïr has to carry him off to somewhere safe until he wakes up.

When he wakes up, he knows where to go…

And now we get to Adha’s side of the story, in which she gets transported while Desmond was in the middle of a little stress-relieving session with Rebecca, Shaun and Lucy. All three of them immediately freaked out while Adha is momentarily confused before giving the same excuse Desmond gave to Altaïr.

“I’m Desmond Miles.”

Everyone is super sus at that but, really, they’re dealing with Isu BS and Desmond’s Bleeding Effect had been weirder than what was recorded (Lucy’s insistent “It can’t do this!!!” falls into deaf ears) and they figured the best way to check if Adha is Desmond is to put her in the Animus to check her genetic memories.

Lo and behold…

She has the same genetic DNA as Desmond Miles.

Not only that, the Animus ‘sees’ her as Subject 17 and the next memory to be played was the same memory of Ezio where they stopped for the day.

So, yeah…

According to the Animus…

Adha was Desmond Miles.

What the fuck.

Unorganized Notes:

Unlike Altaïr and Adha who did have an intimate romantic (most probably, fuck it, I’m headcanoning here, childhood friends to arranged marriage) relationship, Desmond’s relationship with Lucy, Shaun and Rebecca is primarily sexual although the feelings were starting to creep in.

If this was a fic, the narration would be more… vague. Less of Adha being an unreliable narrator and more of like the narration isn’t set in Adha’s eyes like with Desmond’s but in the eyes of the people around her although she’s the main focus.

She actually has a higher sync rate than any of Desmond’s past synchronization which is surprising.

Instead of going to the colosseum, Ezio’s memories stopped just as he had taken the Apple back from the Borgias, instead giving them the memory of Altaïr and everyone freezes when they saw Desmond with him.

They were underground and Shaun noticed that it looks a lot like the vault in the Vatican but… there are pillars, large and tall, piercing the dark ceiling above them.

After that memory plays, Adha slips into a coma and the Animus tells them that taking her off would endanger her so they keep her hooked to the Animus as it starts playing memories of Altaïr and Desmond.

During that time, Adha meets with Clay who calls her an ‘anomaly’ and Adha just smiles as she says “yeah, that sounds about right.”

Their conversation will be hidden from everyone (including the readers) and it will end with Adha waking up from her coma and telling everyone that they need to go somewhere else right now.

She takes them to the colosseum first to get the Apple but she tells Lucy to stay in the van for now. When Lucy tries to join them, the van locks by itself and Lucy freezes when she hears Clay’s voice coming from the laptop connected to the Animus.

When they returned, Lucy is oddly quiet and just asks Adha where to go next.

Adha gives them the location of a place they never heard from Ezio’s memories at all.

The Convergence:

The location in question is the lost city of Iram which has an underground Isu ‘temple’ named Iram of the Pillars.

The pillars there served as one of the many failed experiments of the Isu to protect themselves from the Solar Flare. The pillars were meant to store the data of all the Isus and the idea was they would be used to transfer the Isus forward a little bit after the Solar Flare.

The process of uploading the data itself proved to take too much time and Juno used the premise of this project and created the Mead to transfer the Isu’s consciousness instead of its entirety.

Iram can only be opened by a specific bloodline. To be more specific, the bloodline that Adha belongs to with an Isu ancestry that had been in charge of the Pillar Project (since this is a Capitoline Triad thing, I wanna say Minerva since she has a statue in Masyaf according to the novel but the idea of Juno and Aita having a child that would could be the Isu ancestor of Adha is a bit fun). This Isu ancestry is also in Altaïr’s bloodline thanks to Umar although his blood is more ‘diluted’ than Adha’s.

The Isu ancestry is why Adha is named the Chalice and why she ‘can turn the tide’ of the crusades since this is pretty much a teleporter of some sort.

Desmond is connected to Adha for one specific reason: he’s was Adha in his past life and now, thanks to whatever the fuck happened in 2012 that serves as the premise of all Yew Branches, Adha herself is the reincarnation of Desmond Miles after he died in 2012.

In other words, the Adha we’ve been looking at had been Desmond Miles who used Iram’s Pillar Project to switch their places because she, as Desmond Miles, wanted to save the people he couldn’t save in his previous life. And now, the pillars are ready for its final use.

By using the Pillars that have been upgraded thanks to Desmond in the past (and Altaïr) bringing the necessary POEs that would start the automatic upgrade construction that would need centuries to be completed, the Pillars could be used for one big moment where the entire world will be transported a few seconds into the future just as the Solar Flare hits. This way, the entire world would be gone and when it returns (without anyone knowing of the time and space displacement), the Solar Flare would have already been completed.

Now…

This is the conundrum…

Do we include in the idea that using the Pillars to save the world meant that Adha and Desmond would be stuck in their current time with Desmond with Altaïr and Adha with Shaun, Rebecca, Lucy and (digital ghost for now) Clay?

Or will the Pillars switch them back in their proper time?

What would count as a happy ending in this scenario?

Because Adha has Desmond Miles’ memories so she does love Shaun, Rebecca, and Lucy the same way Desmond Miles had and everything she had done was to save the world and save Lucy and Clay.

And Desmond has spent years with Altaïr at this point, growing close to him and Altaïr definitely realized that Desmond is more than just Adha.

So… really…

Would returning them to their original timeline truly be a happy ending?

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Thoughts About Peeta’s Torture

I’m currently reading Mockingjay. A thought occurred to me when I read the section in chapter 9 in which Peeta blurts out that the people in District 13 would be dead by morning. It was obvious to Katniss that he was in bad physical condition and had an angry, unfocused look in his eyes. We will later learn that he was being hijacked with tracker jacket venom. I wonder if the Capitol deliberately leaked the info about the bombing of 13 as a test to determine whether or not Peeta was fully turned against Katniss enough to want her dead. If so, he obviously failed the test because he warned her.

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Katniss Everdeen’s Christmas Eve goes awry when she makes a last-minute visit to a department store.

Christmas At Capitol’s is now posted on Fanfiction.net and Ao3.

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Haymitch raises geese...

At the end of Mockingjay, Katniss tells us that Haymitch raises geese. I always thought that was an odd hobby. Why geese? I wondered if there was some kind of message Suzanne Collins was hinting at for readers.

Forgive me if someone else figured this out already and posted it, but I think I understand now what S.C. was telling us. It seems geese saved the day for Rome in 390 B.C.E. The Gauls planned a night attack of the city and the sacred geese that were kept at the Capitoline Temple raised a ruckus and woke everyone up.

In keeping with the Roman theme of the Hunger Games books, I think S.C. was letting readers know that even though the war was over, Haymitch didn’t fully trust the new Capitol government. Raising geese for him was the equivalent of raising guard dogs. The geese were to act as sentry for the inhabitants of Victor’s Village -- Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch.

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Even the heartaches that can occur in old age can’t destroy the bond between Katniss and Peeta. An Everlark one-shot.

Trigger Warning: This story involves the dementia of a main character.

The Old Man is now posted on FF.net and AO3.

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Paylor vs Coin

In my recent re-read of Mockingjay, I noticed something that I hadn’t noticed before -- after the Capitol surrendered to the rebels, there was an internal struggle as to what person was going to be in charge of the country. In the past, I’d just assumed Coin was completely running the show since she was calling herself the president and everyone had fallen into line behind her. But another person was vying for power, too, -- Paylor. Let me explain my thoughts.

When Katniss stumbles upon the greenhouse where imprisoned President Snow tends his flowers, she is initially rebuffed by a male and female who guard the entrance. “You can’t go in...President’s orders.” Guards that Katniss describes as not Capitol or from 13, but wearing tattered, throw-together clothes of actual rebels. They stop her from entering until Paylor comes up behind Katniss and states: “On my authority, she has a right to anything behind the door.”

Katniss goes on to mention yet again that the guards are Paylor’s soldier’s not Coin’s. (p. 354) Why does Paylor have her own military force if Coin was the president? And why would Paylor want Katniss to have a conversation with former President Snow?

I suggest it’s because Paylor wants Katniss’ support. Like Boggs stated in Chapter 19, “Sometime in the near future, this war will be resolved...You’ll throw your support to someone...If your immediate answer isn’t Coin, you’re a threat...You’re the face of the rebellion. You may have more influence than any single person.”

At this point Paylor doesn’t know where Katniss stands regarding allegiance to Coin. (We readers have no idea whether Paylor was aware of the Mockingjay Deal in which Katniss has to follow Coin’s directives to keep the other victors safe.) However, Paylor knows that Coin was responsible for the bombing of the City Center and knows that President Snow will bring up that issue as he pleads his case to Katniss.

Paylor even waits outside the greenhouse for Katniss to exit. “Did you find what you were looking for?” she asks.

That statement is laced with double meaning. Yes, Katniss found a rosebud, but also a lot of new information to ponder. In fact, the next few pages focus on her internal thoughts about the matter.

Katniss goes one step further than Paylor probably expected, though, by taking out her political opposition and shooting Coin.

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Summary: Erin becomes editor of the school magazine. When she decides to publish a anonymous confession, many truths come out. And Orla can’t stop doing step aerobics.

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“Did you hear there’s gonna be a talent show in about a week?” Erin asked the group as they walked to her house from the bus stop. “Apparently, Jenny Joyce came up with the idea.”

“Doesn’t surprise me.” Y/n scoffs. “She’s probably gonna open for it too, with how much she sings at morning announcements.”

“Wish she would shut her fat hole,” Michelle said.

“I wish you’d shut your hole, Michelle,” Y/n replied. “Lord knows we need a break from your mouth.” The group, minus Michelle, laughed as they walked up the hill where the Quinns lived.

“What you really need is a cig and maybe a good fuck. Might loosen you up a bit.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the vulgar suggestion.

“Shut up, Michelle.” James scolded. “You’re always so vulgar.”

“I just tell it how it is.” His cousin responded as the group reached the Quinn house. Y/n opened the door and led everyone into the living room. As they dropped their bags, James leaned over to Y/n.

“I don’t think you’re uptight.”

“Thanks. I love Michelle, but she can be a bitch sometimes.” They both laughed at the quiet remark. They looked up, noticing an unusual silence over the group, to see her mother smiling. Not at the two specifically, but at the whole group.

“Gimme your darks, kids.” She outstretched her hands. The kids looked down at their outfits and then at the half-full laundry basket.

“I hate laundry day,” Y/n muttered as she shrugged off her blazer.

***

The kids were now doing the dishes for Mary in just socks, their white button-ups, and unders. Erin and Orla scrubbed, Clare rinsed, Michelle and James dried, and Y/n put away.

“Hey!” Mary looked at Y/n with a pointed finger. “Let me look at that.”

Y/n handed her mother the plate she was about to put away. After a quick once over, she looked at James.

“You call that clean, do you?”

“Different standards, you see, Mary.” Aunt Sarah looked at James, shaking her head. “You’re not in England now, son.”

“Orla washed it, though.” Y/n defended. Her cousin scoffed from the sink.

“Oh, okay. I have had it with you, Y/n. And your picking, picking, picking, and I won’t take it anymore. Do you hear me?”

“Is everything okay, Orla?” Y/n asked. It had definitely taken the kids off guard.

“I warned you, Orla.” Aunt Sarah told her daughter. “You’re putting yourself under too much pressure.”

“Can’t fail, Mammy.” Orla shook her head. Erin looked at her cousin confused, maybe even a bit amused.

“Since when have you been troubled by exams?” Orla looked even more confused.

“Exams? What are you on about, Erin?”

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hi i was wondering if i could request reese wilkerson? 😆 youve been best friends for a long time so youre all going on a vacation together, and you have to share a room…. 😯 Best friends to lovers?

Sleeping In

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Summary: The Wilkersons save up enough money to go to the ranch to visit Francis and Piama. Only this time, they let Reese’s best friend tag along.

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“Why does Y/n get to come with us but not Stevie?” Malcolm complained as he sat next to Dewey in the back seat. Y/n laughed from behind him, sitting in the very back of the van with Reese, the best friend that invited her on their family trip.

“Kitty Kenarban would’ve made you guys pack a whole other car with all the stuff she thinks Stevie needs. I only need a backpack and my mom doesn’t care enough to call every hour.”

“And with the amount of crap you boys get yourselves into, Kitty would kill us.” Lois sighed as she got into the front seat. She turned around to look at the kids. “Y/n knows how to keep you guys in check. Besides, it’s Reese’s turn to invite a friend. Now buckle up! We’re already late!”

“So what’s the ranch like?” Y/n asked Reese as Hal pulled out of the driveway.

“It’s so cool! Last time we went, Dewey rode an ATV up a tree and we set off a huge firework, we were blind and burned for a while.”

“Sounds like something you guys would do,” Y/n smirked at the thought of the boys blindly walking around with sunburns.

“There’s a lot more we can do now that you’re coming with us,” Reese whispered, looking up to see if Lois or Hal could hear him. They couldn’t, which was surprising because he was loud no matter how hard he tried. “When you’re with us, Mom practically lets us get away with murder.”

“Yeah, I think she might like me more than you guys.” Y/n joked.

“She loves you more than all of us combined.”

***

“Hey, guys!” A cheerful voice yelled at the Wilkersons as they pulled up to the front of the ranch. It was Francis, the oldest child. He gave out hugs to both his family members and Y/n before taking some of their luggage. “So, how was the drive down?”

“Oh, it was okay.” Hal smiled. “Can’t wait to go to the pool, maybe ride a horse.”

“Gotta unpack first, Hal.” Lois reminded her husband. “No running off like you always do.”

“Oh, come on, Honey. We came here to have fun, we can unpack later!”

“Well,” Francis cleared his throat, standing in front of a room. “Mom, Dad, this is your room. The only other rooms available each have one bed, so the kids can decide who they wanna room with. It’s two to a room.”

“Malcolm and Dewey, you’re in one room. Reese and Y/n, you’re in the other.” Lois said quickly before barging into her own to drop her luggage. Malcolm and Dewey groaned while Reese and Y/n high-fived, eager to spend more time with each other.

“I can’t believe we scored a room all to ourselves,” Y/n said as she closed the door after Reese walked in with his things.

“I can’t believe Mom’s letting us sleep in a room by ourselves. Thought she would’ve gone crazy if I asked.” Reese commented, sitting down on the bed. It seemed like he just now realized their situation. “Are you cool with sharing a bed?”

“As long as you don't shove your foot in my face like last time.” Y/n laughed, sitting next to the boy. “Ready to have some fun?”

“Hell yeah.”

***

Have fun, they did. The family swam in the pool for a few hours, then dried off and went horseback riding. After, they had lunch and split up to do their own things. Hal and Lois went for a walk. Malcolm and Dewey went exploring around the Grotto. Y/n and Reese went to their room for a nap before dinner.

“I’m so glad we have our own room,” Y/n murmured as she kicked her shoes off. “Think I’d go crazy if we had to bunk with Malcolm and Dewey.” She went under the covers and sighed in relief as she sunk into the mattress.

“Glad you’re glad.” Reese smiled as he jumped onto the bed, jolting Y/n from her half-asleep state. “What time’s dinner?”

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#3

can you do a james x reader where the girls forget your birthday but he comes around at night with cake and a present and ends up confessing his feelings and it’s just super cute 🥺 also I really love the fella series!!

Birthday Surprise (James Maguire X Reader)

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Summary: You thought your seventeenth birthday was going to be special, but your friends act like it’s just another day. Luckily, there’s always an English lad who knows how to make you feel special.

F/C: Favorite Color

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You had woken up that morning with delight. You were finally 17. Although nothing really changed besides your age, you still skipped down the stairs with a pep in your step. You couldn’t wait to spend the day with your friends and celebrate.

You all had planned to meet at Erin’s house and go to the chip shop. The ban on you lot was lifted a while after the whole stealing and drapes on fire incident. James wasn’t entirely thrilled to go, but after some begging from you and light bullying from Michelle, he agreed to come.

It seemed you were the last to show up at the Quinns’ house, as the rest of your friends were huddled in the living room. You wondered what they could’ve been talking about, but they all broke away after hearing you walk in.

“Hey, girls!” You enthusiastically hugged each of them, leaving James last. “Hi, James.” You noticed that James was the only one to return the affection with the same energy. Everyone else seemed confused by the action.

“What are you so happy about?” Michelle asked. You let go of James and turned around to face them.

“What do you mean? I thought we were celebrating today.” The girls laughed as you all exited the house.

“We’re going to the chippy, Y/n. Yeah, it’s great that Fionnula lifted the ban, but there’s nothing to get that excited about.”

“Let her be excited, Michelle.” Erin playfully hit the girl’s shoulder, glancing back at you. “She loves their chicken sandwiches. It’s like the only thing she gets there.”

As the group walked on, you started to slow down, trailing behind. James, looking back to see you a bit behind, slowed his pace so he could walk next to you.

“You okay?” He asked, trying not to draw attention from the others.

“Yeah.” You answered quickly. “Just looking forward to that chicken sandwich, you know?” He nodded but didn’t seem convinced by your answer. But you didn’t focus on that. You had bigger things to think about.

Your friends had forgotten your birthday.

***

It was safe to say that you were in a bit of a sour mood by the time you had made it to the shop. Everyone lined up to give their orders, you and James in the back of the line. When you became second in line, James leaned down to you.

“What would you like?”

“Huh?” You looked at him, confused.

“What did you want to get?” He asked as if it was simple. It was. You just weren’t expecting it. You two hadn’t really talked much since you made your way down the hill.

“Same as always, chicken sandwich with chips, heavy salt. Might get extra chips. I’m a bit hungrier than usual.” James nodded as Clare paid and walked toward the group. You and James walked up to the counter as Fionnula grabbed her notepad.

“What do you want?” She asked, somewhat aggressively. You went to speak, but James beat you to it.

“Chicken sandwich and extra chips with heavy salt, please, Fionnula.” James smiled as she wrote down the order.

“Anything else?”

“Nope.”

“Five pounds.” You reached into your pocket to pull out the money, but James had beaten you to the punch once again. He gave the money to Fionnula, who took it and walked towards the back with her notepad.

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Wake Up (Benny Weir X Reader)

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Summary: Benny being like your personal alarm can be a unique experience.

A/N: I know I have other things I should be working on, but no one has requested for my boy Benny yet. Just wanted to make something short and sweet with him. Also apparently his eyes are green??? I thought they were brown this entire time

***

“Y/n.” A whisper attempted to draw you out of the state of sleep you were in. It wasn’t as effective as the owner of the voice had hoped. “Wake up, Y/n.” The words were drawn out in a whiny tone.

“Shut up, Benny.” You groaned, half joking. You had spent the night at your boyfriend’s house after a long night of playing video games and watching movies. So you were desperate to get rid of the rest of your exhaustion by sleeping just a little longer.

“Don’t make me resort to drastic measures, Y/n.” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking. You turned your back towards him, snuggling more into your pillow.

“Unless you’re gonna bring that girl’s dog back to life again, I think I’ll be fine.” He didn’t respond, something you were grateful for. In the silence, you were drifting back to sleep, feeling weightless.

Too weightless. Not that you minded.

“Y/n?” Benny’s voice was farther away, but you just chalked it up to being close to unconscious. “You know how sometimes when you’re about to fall asleep, you wake up because you suddenly feel like you’re falling?” You gave an affirming hum at the odd question. Then you realized why he asked it in the first place.

“Benny!” You shrieked as you bounced around on his bed. Using his magic, Benny had lifted you up as close to the ceiling as possible. After you answered his question, he expelled the magic holding you up and let you drop. After a few more bounces, you settled back on the bed, and Benny leaned over you. A goofy expression overtook him.

“Good morning.” He went down to kiss you, which you accepted despite what he just pulled.

“You’re a jerk.” You murmured against his lips. He pulled back just a tad, still hovering over you.

“Yet you still love me.” He twirled a strand of hair between two of his fingers.

“I’m debating that right now.” The smile that reached his green eyes was quickly replaced by an offended look. You laughed at the expression change. “Kidding, Benny.”

But you knew that he knew you were. Nothing could ever push you away from him, no matter how much he tried to annoy you, rope you into his insane plots, or talk about the latest video game he played in extreme detail.

“Breakfast and games?” You asked, starting to sit up. Benny’s usual look of happiness overtook him.

“It’s like you can read my mind.” He said, peppering your face in kisses.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hi I was wondering if you could write a gally x reader where he is very sweet and soft around her but all tough in public. I love your writings btw !!!

Sweet Dreams (Gally X Reader)

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A/N: first gally post!!

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“Hurry up!” Gally yelled down to his group of builders from the top of his ladder. “The sooner we finish, the sooner we get lunch!”

The builders grumbled but didn’t complain, knowing what their Keeper was saying was true. They had to do repairs and add-ons to the Homestead because the number of boys in the Glade never stopped increasing.

After the repairs were finished, Gally sent the builders off to lunch. He decided to stay behind to put away tools, liking a little quiet time and waiting for a certain someone.

“Hey, Gal!” And there she was. If it wasn’t public knowledge that Y/n was dating the Keeper of the builders, his reaction to her arrival was enough to know there was something between them.

“Hey, Hon.” Gally turned around to hug his girlfriend, slightly lifting her off the ground. She giggled at the action.

“Ready for lunch?”

“You know it.” Gally set her down, opting for lacing their fingers together as they made their way to Frypan’s food. Their arms swung back and forth during their walk as they talked about what had happened during their morning. But as they neared the crowd of boys, Gally stopped his movements, so their hands simply hung by their sides, still interlocked.

Y/n knew why he did this, and she didn’t mind. It’s not like Gally would do a 180 and be a slinthead to her in front of the guys. He just preferred a bit more private love life, and he still felt the need to prove his toughness.

During lunch, he listened to her story about a funny encounter she had heard between Zart and Newt in the gardens, and she listened to him complain about the Greenie he was put in charge of for the day. But sadly, since all good things must come to an end, lunch was soon over, and they had to part.

They were the last to leave, Gally wanting to wait until they were alone before he attacked Y/n with affection as some sort of parting gift before they had to go back to work. There were some kisses here, some sweet nothings there, and then they were both on their separate ways.

***

Y/n couldn’t find Gally when she was done with work. She thought that he’d be waiting for her so they could walk to dinner together. Or maybe he was already there with an extra plate for her. But he wasn’t. When getting her food, she asked Ben if he had seen the keeper. 

“Yeah, he went into the Homestead. Thought he’d be out by now.” He shrugged before moving to sit with his friends at one of the picnic tables.

Y/n quickly ate her dinner and headed to the Homestead. She was hoping that either Gally was still there, doing whatever he was doing, or that he was looking for her, and they’d meet somewhere in the middle.

“Gally?” She called into the empty building, closing the door behind her. She strained her ears for a response but didn’t get one. So she moved up the stairs, repeating his name.

“In here.” She heard a mumble to her right as she walked down the hall. Of course, she thought while opening the door. He was in their shared room.

He was lying on the bed (that he had built when they decided to share a room) on his stomach. He slowly opened one eye, most of his face being smushed into the pillow. Y/n thought that he still looked pretty despite being a bit sweaty from working in the sun and half asleep.

“Hey.” He muttered, gesturing with his hand for her to come over. She slipped her shoes off and lay on the bed next to him. Gally put his arm around her to pull her closer.

“Had to ask Ben where you were. I thought you were coming to dinner.”

“Sorry.” Gally sighed. “Was so tired. Just wanted a nap, but I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Why?” Y/n asked concernedly, bringing a hand up to rub Gally’s side.

“You weren’t here. Knew I was missing something.” Gally shifted, so he was on his side, still facing her, wrapping his other arm around her. “But now you’re here.”

“Yeah, I am.” Y/n’s hand moved up to gently trace the features on Gally’s face. “Still wanna go to sleep?”

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Unofficial Bluey Timeline: Part V

Welcome to another installment of the Unofficial Bluey Timeline. For this week, we'll be covering episodes 21-25 from "Blue Mountains" to "Taxi". As always, if there are any questions regarding the current state of the timeline, leave a comment below. I encourage the reblogging of this and previous posts, as it helps with spreading the project.

Blue Mountains - Episode 21

Debuts and Details:

Bluey plays as the Little Sister, Chilli plays as the Big Sister, Bingo plays as the fairy, and Bandit plays as the sneaky fox/mountains.

Given how the episode is focused directly on the game being played, it could be argued this would take place when Bluey's tooth (or teeth) are being regrown, but as spoken in Part IV, we won't take that into consideration.

Bluey's teeth are shown to be grown back, so that last point doesn't really matter too much. Just imagine that in Bluey's world, the teeth grow back magically in a day.

How they even move their fingers like that?

This is probably my least favorite episode of the series. I feel this episode tells a more basic story but doesn't really make it its own, like other story-based episodes. I did like the exaggerated hand movement, but that's it.

Favorite thing: I oddly smile when Chilli gets her hand stuck in Bandit's mouth, and the scene zooms out to show the reactions. The act is pretty disgusting, but I can't help but see this as a cheerful moment between the couple. Honestly, it reminds me of "Smoochy Kiss", but we're getting too ahead of ourselves.

The Pool - Episode 22

Debuts and Details:

This episode takes place in Stripe's house, well his pool actually.

Chilli is fanning herself with what appears to be the "Takeaway" menu brochure.

During the same scene, Bingo is reading from the green book from "Yoga Ball"

Both Bluey and Bandit talk through the fan in a similar robotic tone, sort of copying each other. (Granted, Chilli sort of teases this)

Stripe and family are currently on vacation to Bali, which is likely the providence of Indonesia. (He's got the money).

Bluey can swim, but Bingo still needs floaties

Bluey also doesn't know how to shake properly.

Dogs need sunscreen

The episode is clearly happening during a hot day, likely during summer. And given that previous episodes also suggested hot temperatures ("Keepy Uppy"), It suggests that season 1 could be taking place during summer. It sort of adds up, since the season ends on a Christmas episode, when Australia has its summer solstice.

Ngl, I giggled at the dad jokes. But to be serious, how do you forget pretty much everything you need to swim? Pretty irresponsible for our daddy role model. Anyways, we now know for sure this season takes place in the summer.

Favorite thing: The scene where Bingo and Bluey grab for Bandit's attention near the end. The way that Bluey says the same thing as her sister, but with a different word that brings more emphasis, while also emphasizing those words in the line delivery, just feels so accurate to actual children. It's those niche details I also enjoy about the show.

Shops - Episode 23

Debuts and Details:

Lilly Pillies are common fruits in Australia and are grown year-round, generally in summer.

Universal Rule #1: Animals can't talk; this is once again violated when Honey says 'Hello" on the 7th attempt of Shops.

They say 'Doot' like 40+ times, I couldn't count them all (i've failed you all)

Rusty ex-machina saves the day.

This episode teaches about the setting up of imaginative games and how overdoing it could lead to confusion. I appreciate how these sorts of conflicts get resolved by way of compromise, as both Bluey and Mackenzie have done their own damage. What I didn't like was how this particular conflict was resolved. Pretty much everything gets resolved the moment Rusty joins in.

Favorite thing: Photo #3

Wagon Ride - Episode 24

Debuts and Details:

There are 3 additional extra characters added at the bus stop: a white granny dog; a tan dog with hat and earphones; and a tan reskin of Bandit lol.

The fridge appears to have changed, with magnet lettering presenting the phrase "TRU E BLU", which could mean "True Blue", which means extremely loyal. "True Blue" is also the name of an Australian folk song in 1982 (the 80s) that was sung by Pat in season 2.

Bluey learns the "Bandit attention" method (couldn't think of a better name)

This episode once again has Bingo do her "Big Girl Bark"

Rocko appears to be listening to the same album as Chilli from "The Weekend"

Bluey mentions hanging upside-down "and be a fruitbat", a reference to the ep "Fruitbat"

Bandit says his iconic "Gotta be done!" line, which Bluey copies at the end of the ep

Beautiful backgrounds throughout, all that there is to say. Top tier Bandit episode without the fluff.

Favorite Part: Bandit's lesson with Bluey

Taxi - Episode 25

Debuts and Details:

Millicent, a dog doll with a crown and blue gown, makes its debut. The concept of SatNav is also introduced, being portrayed by Chilli.

Bluey sits in a red office chair and later a black office chair, so what happened to the green office chair from "Yoga Ball"?

Bandit says like, too many food slurs here (no dignity)

This episode also introduces our first pretend grannies. Granted it's not THOSE grannies yet, but Bingo and Chilli act out as unnamed grannies in the latter half of the ep.

The fridge goes back to what it looked it like previously, with the 3 papers and B-C magnets.

I'd say this is the weaker of what I like to call, "The public transportation trio": episodes focused on a particular transit vehicle ("Taxi", "Trains", "Bus"). Still a fun episode, but they definitely do better in the later season.

Favorite Part: The doodad scene

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WIP Wednesday Thursday

It’s WIP Wednesday Thursday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Thanks for tagging me @helixferrano!! :D

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

I write in googdocs so I don't have file names, so these are titles or working titles!

WIPS:

Roll for Perception

skin you alive (i want to be human)

Nail Polish

Plagued by Piercings

Shark Bite Meet-Cute

Snippet:

(from Roll for Perception, a Dustin POV modern!AU Steddie ficlet)

So when the discord chimed to let him know someone had joined, Dustin didn't expect this.

"-gonna take a nap," said someone distinctly not Eddie, punctuated by a yawn.

"'Kay, enjoy your beauty sleep, sweetheart. I'll try to keep it down." Now that was Eddie, sounding more affectionate than Dustin had ever heard.

A sound like a snort, or maybe Eddie had bumped his mic, was followed by, "Yeah, sure."

Silence stretched on for a minute and Dustin realised he'd been completely forgotten, and he absolutely would not let that stand. So.

"Did you seriously have your booty call over before D&D, Eddie?" he asked, distaste dripping from every word.

Something loud dropped on Eddie's end. "Jesus fuck– Henderson, give a man some warning next time."

"It's not my fault you got distracted by your base instincts."

"Don't talk to me about base instincts, man, you're twelve." Eddie ignored Dustin's offended scoff and continued, turning on his webcam, "and I'll have you know, that 'booty call' is a fully fledged boyfriend thank you very much!"

That was news. Eddie had complained about failed date after failed date for a year now, after his hopes for a better dating pool in the city had been crushed by a particularly hard blow. Will had suggested once that he should try setting Eddie and Steve up, after Steve and Robin had also moved to Chicago in the spring, but Dustin had dismissed it completely. It had nothing to do with him being jealous that they'd be spending more time together than with him, they just weren't each other's type. At all. Now that Eddie found someone that stuck, Will could stop bringing it up.

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@foxiyoweek Day 5: Leadership. AO3 link here.

“And so then I said, ‘Actually, your account doesn’t supercede everyone’s here!’” 

Riyo realized belatedly that Senator Drythe believed his comment to be some kind of punchline and she forced out a simpering laugh. 

He was so in her personal space that it was taking a constant, conscious effort to not lean to the far side of her dinner chair. Worse still that her political strategy for the evening dictated that she now tilt her head towards him and ask a follow up question. She had serious reservations that if their faces got any closer the frustrated screaming in her head would verbalize itself. 

The Chancellor’s dinner was a prime opportunity for her to make friends with the swing voters on the relief bill scheduled for next week. If Pantorans were forced to narrow their meager rations again, her people would begin to starve. She needed to convince more senators that the Republic funds were worth the resources to feed her people while the war blocked their supply routes on her outer rim planet. Didn’t Republic politicians understand that saving people from the Separatist control was actually pointless if they died of starvation during the process? Not enough of them did.

Which brought her to Senator Drythe. Wealthy, influential, tenured senator of cush, inner-rim Fenlaith. When she had discovered he would be her dinner partner at the beginning of the evening she had believed herself lucky. More than an hour into forced laughs and batted eyelashes as he monologued his favorite political exploits, inching ever closer to her, and she now wondered if suffering through this would fail to reward her with getting a word in at all.

To just royally top off the entire debacle, the Chancellor had taken precautions against the increased frequency of bounty hunter attacks and ordered that the safety of the dinner guests be overseen by the Coruscant Guard rather than just the Senate Guard. Her “lucky” seating arrangements had her positioned directly across and slightly to the right from where none other than Marshal Commander Fox was standing guard. He and his squad stood unmoving at textbook attention around the perimeter of the cozy dining room but she knew he was taking in every detail. And given that the last time they had both had a moment off at the same time—regrettably more than three weeks ago—they’d spent it entwined in a state of dishabille with one another, she felt relatively confident that at least a portion of his attention was on her and her dinner partner. 

“You know, Riyo—can I call you Riyo?—,” Drythe angled his body towards hers, his knee finally making contact with her own under the table. “I bet there’s more to you than that quiet face suggests.”

She forced her expression from becoming wooden. This is hell, she thought. I have literally died and I am now in hell. Goddess, please forgive me my past transgressions. 

“Please, Senator, I could—”

“—Call me Gerek,” he interrupted.

Do it for your people! She screamed internally. “...Gerek, ” she said aloud, fluttering her gaze at him, “I could hardly have been elected Senator of Pantora without the capacity to speak passionately on their behalf.” Like I literally did in front of you and the rest of the Senate just this afternoon. “Being the voice of—”

“Oh ho! Of course! That reminds me of my own election! It was against the leader of a very vocal extremist group and…”

-----

Riyo closed the door to her apartment gently with a soft click before leaning exhaustedly against it. Three hours, she thought, staring emptily at her ceiling. Three hours of self-debasement and political flattery and for what? 

With a disgusted sigh, she pushed herself from her door and set her keys on the dining table. 

Marris, her handservant, came swiftly around the corner. “Welcome home, Senator, did you have a nice evening?”

“It was...awful,” she responded. She felt exhausted with shame and humiliation. “I’m going to take a shower.” As if water could wash away what she was feeling. I can pretend. 

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Marris followed her into her bedroom and waited for her to sit at her vanity. “Was no one willing to listen?” she asked, as she began to remove Riyo’s hairpins. 

Marris had been employed by Riyo’s family for years before Riyo had been elected senator and moved to Coruscant and, despite being younger than her own mother, she exuded maternal comfort. The loose outline of her suffocating evening in the presence of Drythe came tumbling out to Marris’s sympathetic tutting. “...and then we were two of the last people to leave because he literally would not stop talking.”

Her dress came off next and Riyo caught a whiff of Drythe’s cologne as Marris helped lift it over her head. “Ugh,” she gagged. “Bag it for dry cleaning.”

Marris was clearly holding in a smile but her eyes remained full of compassion. “That he found you such a captive audience, I’m sure didn’t hurt your goals for the bill. Maybe it will look different in the morning.”

Riyo managed a weak smile before stepping into the bathroom and starting the hot water. She hadn’t mentioned Fox to Marris because she wasn’t sure Marris knew how serious their relationship had become, but having omitted him from her tale made the gnawing guilt when she thought about him that much more noticeable now. As if not even mentioning him meant his feelings really didn’t matter. She wanted to message him. She should message him. But what would she even say? Sorry I flirted with a powerful creep while you were forced to watch for hours? Sorry you must now think I’m a disgusting flake with horrible taste in men? Would he even respond? 

If she had been the one forced to watch him flirt with someone else all night while she held her tongue, she would have been a mess. Every layer that she uncovered of Fox revealed a new reason that he kept distance from the people around him. Her heart physically ached at the notion that she might give him reasons to doubt her too. I’m so, so sorry.

She tried to force her thoughts away from him. Maybe Marris was right and this would all look better in the morning.

The real problem was that Marris was right about all of it and it was her own damn reaction that was what was wrong with the night. She should be thrilled about her evening with Drythe. Through the lens of her career, the evening was a resounding success! Acknowledging this only increased her frustration and she took a slow breath of the steamy shower air to try to ease the tightness in her chest. Building his ego was seventy-five percent of the battle and this was, technically, exactly where she should want him. Some politicians don’t like to talk about work during “social hours” and this wretched evening will hopefully have made him more receptive to her when she could—ugh—talk to him again tomorrow during working hours. Her whole body rejected the idea and she squeezed her eyes shut. I can’t. She wrapped her arms around herself as the hot water beat heavily down on her. Maybe she wasn’t as cut out for this as she thought. 

She had been raised to be a politician nearly her whole life and few circumstances had penetrated the thick skin she had developed, but this felt different and she suspected it had everything to do with Fox. In fact, she’d never had a problem with the social maneuvering required of being a politician until she’d begun falling—really falling—for Fox. She just so strongly admired how he was so direct and steadfast and action-oriented that she couldn’t help but look at her own world of manipulation, subterfuge, and endless talking as shameful by comparison. She’d seen firsthand how the meandering crawl of Senate productivity directly disadvantaged the very soldiers that allowed them to maintain this body of government. For her to then participate in lavish dinners that encapsulated the entire wretched process in full display of said disadvantaged clones, who were her personal friends, made her entirely complicit. The shame she had been experiencing all evening piqued as she was finally able to name it.

She shut the water off, still undecided on whether to call him, and wrapped her massive, fluffy towel around herself. My duty is to my people, not to my heart, she reminded herself. She could hear her mother’s sternly practical voice echoing in her mind, “Love is a luxury, Riyo, and your actions always need to serve those you lead before they serve yourself.” The sigh that issued from her lips was lonesome, leached of the frustration that had dominated her evening. If betraying Fox and betraying my heart saves the life of even just one of my people, I must do it. Whether she felt good about it didn’t matter; her feelings, hanging in the balance of the lives she advocated for, couldn’t tip the scales. 

From the bathroom counter, her comm blinked with a message waiting. The banner notification only informed her it was from Fox and she felt a nervous jolt pulse through her.  Rip the band-aid off, Riyo, she steeled herself. Delaying the inevitable doesn’t change it. 

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45 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#4

Nemik and Skeen, Cassian’s shadow selves as Clem and Kassa, died at the same time.

I love me a good foil character, and Skeen was set up nicely as one to Clem. Clem, Andor’s mercenary self, exhibiting many of the traits we see in Skeen that can all be summed up with the line “Everyone’s fighting their own rebellion.” We’ve seen this side of Andor in his exhausted oppression under the empire, his flight from Ferrix, his need to survive, and in doing this mission for the money.

But we’ve also seen him as Kassa, a member of a community, and a loving protector of his sister. And we see Kassa’s very real anger against the colonialism of the Empire as he shatters the pristine console of the ship on Kenari. Cassian is the perfect audience for Nemik’s manifesto because he’s lived that state of oppression his entire life until he became Clem out of sheer mental survival. “Do I look thankful to you?”

Skeen and Nemik die at the same time, and Cassian finally merges his two shadow selves within him. Killing Skeen, to protect himself but also to protect Vel, Nemik, and by extent Luthen’s rebellion; and then leaving with his share in order to survive, while also accepting the manifesto. Cassian is neither fully Clem nor Kassa but he is both of them, and this is the first glimpse that we see of that fully realized version of himself that we know from Rogue One.

150 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#3

I am completely moved by the fact that Nemik’s description of how both oppression and rebellion manifest are effectively the same despite being at opposite ends of the spectrum. I’m talking about control versus freedom and the comparison of these two lines:

“It’s easier to hide behind 40 atrocities than a single incident.”

Versus

“Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy.”

In the first, it is the deluge that is numbing and exhausting but in the second, the deluge becomes a movement. Every act of rebellion inspires more and more acts, and the true beauty of Nemik’s vision of rebellion is that it’s not coordinated. It’s entropy, it’s the call of freedom inside every individual, it’s every individual that becomes a collective. The constant rain becomes a flood that lifts all ships.

Oppression is exhausting but rebellion can exhaust oppression right back. And Nemik’s vision is so inspiring because he specifically identifies why the collective is the more powerful force.

For the Empire to have such tight control, it has to act as a single entity, but we’ve seen the internal discord in trying to exert control throughout the entire show, from the rivalry between Dedra and Blevin, all the way down to Dedra having to constantly repeat to the Ferrix ground unit that she wants Andor alive. These are the leaks and breaks that Nemik refers to. Oppression is constant effort; freedom is innate. And where the Empire is a single entity, the frontier of the rebellion is everywhere.

And what a message for a show to have in this era.

168 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

#2

Wa(te)r Born

Inspired by this post by @cobaltbeam. AO3 link here.

Rex isn’t unfamiliar with water. None of the clones are. Water is the only world they know until they’re conscripted into the war. But he’s never seen it quite like this. 

On Kamino, water is an angry thing. The drumming waves and unyielding typhoons of the surface beat the song of a vengeful god hellbent on destroying those who defy it. Under the surface is no better. If the dark waters pull you beneath the violence of the waves, then the cold, the pressure, or the demons of the deep will each try to claim you before the water itself invariably takes you as its own. Water is a force to be survived. 

But here, standing on the beach of a lagoon worlds away from Kamino, Rex thinks maybe he doesn’t know water after all. The ocean is as blue as a jewel and the way it glitters with the sun might be the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. The sound it makes as it laps gently against the white beach is a sigh that uncurls something in him he hadn’t realized he had been clenching.

Before he realizes what he’s doing, he has snapped off the armor below his knees and is rolling up his blacks. The sand is curiously soft. He didn’t know sand could be anything except gritty and coarse. Wiggling his feet further into it brings more revelations; it’s cool just an inch deep. He lingers a moment just sliding his feet back and forth, enjoying the orchestra of sensations moving around his toes and the cautious smile playing at his mouth.  

The sigh beckons him again and he looks up at the brilliant water before him. In five steps he’s at the edge of the surf and the next wave brings a shallow layer of water running up over the tops of his feet. He inhales sharply at the new sensations but the breath leaves him slowly, deliberately, as his tension uncurls another inch. The water is cool but not cold, and so clear he can see individual grains of sand swirling in the eddies around his ankles. The next wave whispers quietly over the beach and he realizes the water is burrowing his feet in the wet sand, asking him to stay. His toes are already submerged. 

The water is shallow and he wades out a few more steps. It burbles companionably at his progress. The uncomfortable humidity trapped under his armor wanes with each inch that the water climbs his exposed calves. He feels clean. With the susurration of the waves all around him now, the sounds of their camp back on the shore have muted rapidly. He can hear his own breath mingled with the sigh of the tide far easier than any voices or activity behind him. They’re a world away, too. 

Rex closes his eyes and lets his mind float. The air is salty, the sun a happy beacon, and he’s more at home in water than Kamino ever warned him he should be. 

Tomorrow they’ll pack up their camp and head to the next rendezvous. But maybe someday, when it’s all over, he could come back here. 

Maybe…maybe there is such a thing as water without rage. 

216 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The ISB is objectively evil but damn if they don’t do a good job of sprinkling in moments where you feel Dedra’s own struggle against oppression. Misunderstand me correctly, I do not condone anything she lives for or acts on, and her own privileges are aplenty.

But her genuine unease and fear when Syril stalks and accosts her? Real.

Her mentorship from a high-ranking male boss who sees her value in the workplace and lifts her up with his power? Real.

The subtle twist in her expression when she realizes her aide may be trying to usurp her? REAL.

She is a villain. She uses her own privilege to oppress many many others. But damn if you thought this show about oppression would let you out without an overt example that privilege is never all or nothing.

377 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

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Heard something on the radio that got me so much that I dug up this post I made over a year ago, to reblog it with this addition:

(Editing this to add a Google Drive link because apparently Tumblr is failing to display audio files in reblogs now. Don't know what new glitch that is but it's really annoying, I think it's affected a bunch of my old posts.)

Well, you can add one to my list of comedians who talk about who's the best musician in Rufus Wainwright's family and don't throw a mention to Kate McGarrigle. Who is the best musician in Rufus Wainwright's family. It's his mother. And his aunt. Always has been, guys. (Also in British comedians glossing over Canadian musicians, it's absurd to suggest the best version of Hallelujah is not kd lang, but that's a different issue.)

Tell me anything anyone else in their family has done can match the harmonies in this:

Though if you do like his family, there's always this lovely song from the same album that's about the time Martha Wainwright met Kate McGarrigle's ex-boyfriend and it makes Kate remember her youth:

And there's an entire album where various members of their family, as well as some other legends including Emmylou Harris, feature as well:

See, the McGarrigle sisters aren't just part of my weird obscure Canadian folk music, they're quite famous! The very famous American Emmylou Harris even wrote a beautiful song in tribute to Kate McGarrigle after she died.

Anyway. To be honest it was weird that I picked today to reread that post from which I've reblogged this - I dug up that post because it complained about people discussing Rufus Wainwright's family and leaving out the McGarrigle side, but I'd forgotten this post also contained some of the freaking out that I did early last year when I heard a Daniel Kitson recording in which he mentioned a specific Twitter and Tumblr blog about him that he didn't like. The recording was from several years before I started this blog, and I eventually got myself to relax about it by reminding myself that since then, everyone came to believe Tumblr died out - that's why I'm on here, because Tumblr is the place where my posts are least likely to be seen by any actual famous people since no one knows we're here - so it's not like he's still checking this website to find/complain about blogs that write about how great he is. Since I made that post, Daniel Kitson has written and performed a show that mentions he hasn't Googled himself since late 2019, so that's actually fine, because he wouldn't lie to us, right?

Having said that. Having said that. Interesting that the post I was going to reblog today anyway contained my "Daniel Kitson searches his own name on Tumblr???" scare, because since I started writing this post, I've had another... I mean... guys, did everyone else know that famous people have access to the same internet that we do? Like, the exact same one. All the same websites. They use the same Google as us, and it turns up the same results. If we put things on the internet they can see it too, even if we're on Tumblr. And I may have been reminded of that this weekend. I actually had this post written on Friday night, but saved it in drafts to give a quick edit and post on Saturday morning, but then I didn't, because I got scared into thinking that instead of making any more posts about a particular Radio X show, I should maybe delete my entire blog and hide under my bed for the rest of my life.

I'm going to be honest - I've put this post up anyway because I feel so very strongly about the Kate McGarrigle thing that I cannot stop myself from expressing that opinion even if I might have decided to try to avoid it. However, I had three more posts related to that radio show in my drafts, and I've now deleted them all, because I've decided that actually, the world maybe doesn't need to know every single thing I think about a couple of people's comedy.

I'd finished episode 250 of the Radio X show, only 14 episodes to go, but to be honest, I kind of can't listen to John Robins' voice right now without cringing at the thought of everything I've ever written and imagining people might read it, so I might put the radio show on hold for a little bit. So close to completing it, but I cannot bring myself to listen right now.

Part of my problem is I don't have much of a concept of how famous British people are, so I tend to assume that if I've heard of a British person, even though I live in Canada, they must be so incredibly, hugely famous that the internet is absolutely full of people talking about them so there is no way my tiny little blog on an obscure little website could ever cut through all the other people who talk about them and come to their attention. It's possible, however, that this may not be true. Yesterday I briefly thought that maybe I should implement a rule where I only mention people by name on this blog if I'm pretty sure they're famous enough so on any given day I could only be one of hundreds of people who mention them on the internet. Which meant there was one moment when I was staring at my ceiling, and briefly cut through the freaking out to blankly ask myself, "How famous is Matthew Crosby?" Because I'd thought maybe I'll go back to the Pappy's podcast. I nearly Googled "how famous is Matthew Crosby?", before deciding that isn't really the issue here.

I'd had a re-listen to a bunch of Kitson's old stuff penciled in for after I finish the Radio X episodes anyway, so I'll just just jump into that early instead, and that's fine because Daniel Kitson promised us that he hasn't Googled himself since 2019. Which is good. I would like for no comedians to ever Google anything again, except for Canadian musicians, which they all need to Google more often.

Putting this behind a “keep reading” link because it’s entirely unimportant, and because I specifically said several weeks ago, several times, that I would stop discussing Daniel Kitson’s music taste.

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