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baddest-batchers · 4 months ago

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Echos Of Another Life

Ah here it is! I finally finished this Echo x fem!reader fic. Ngl I had a lot of trouble figuring out how to end this one and where it was going to go at times, so please forgive me this definitely isn’t my best work. Echo fans, I hope this one makes you smile though! Our cybernetic clone needs more love. This isn’t 100% proof read. Anyway, enjoy! 💕

Summary: You’re the Bad Batch’s resident medic, having been assigned to a few other clone battalions before, you knew your way around a clone or two. But upon assignment to CF99, you find yourself falling for their newest addition Echo. Getting him to relax and have a little fun is the perfect challenge for you, and you never shy away from a good one.

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, mild smut (?)/implied intimacy, hella making out, mild mentions of a little praise kink, insecure Echo to very confident Echo, mentions his injuries from Skako Minor.

Dividers: @stars-n-spice

Taglist: @stellarbit @alegendoftomorrow @jetii @techwrecker @bruh-myguy-what

Sitting across from Echo in the cabin of the Marauder, you twirl a strand of your hair mindlessly around your finger, trying to figure out a way to convince the latest member of Clone Force 99 to go out with you. You were determined to get Echo to cut loose a little tonight. He seemed so uptight and stressed out after the last several missions with his new squad and while he may already be used to the chaos of being apart of a close knit group, Clone Force 99 was something entirely different.

He had been diligent in filling out mission reports since Hunter never had the desire to complete one in his entire life. If Echo wasn’t submitting reports, he was helping Tech with the numerous projects the bespectacled clone had going on simultaneously throughout the Marauder. He’d exchange a few words about their different weapons of choice with Crosshair and would occasionally modify his own blaster to make it more effective and efficient. Stories of different missions and jokes were shared between Wrecker and himself and for the most part, Echo was quite content with his new squad. He felt as though he had found his place in the galaxy again and he was doing what he knew how to do best: being a soldier, and a damn good one at that.

And then there was you. It was well known among the rest of the squad that Echo hated anything to do with medical treatment, given his excruciating ordeal on Skako Minor. Obviously you didn’t blame him for keeping his distance from you for a while upon your initial introductions, but you were determined to gain Echo’s trust.

Well, you ended up gaining a whole lot more than just trust from the cybernetially enhanced clone. Echo, despite his initial wariness of you, found that he had grown the most fond of your company. You were confident, kind, and sweet on all of his brothers. But what Echo wouldn’t admit to himself was that you were especially sweet on him. You went out of your way to spend a little extra time here and there where you could with him between or after missions. Most recently, you had been bringing him caf in the mornings since you were usually awake before the others, save for Tech who more often than not was awake around the same early hour as you.

Echo had noticed, and the others had, too, but he tried his best not to read too much into your kindness towards him. Most of his self confidence when it came to girls in general was one of the many things that had been stripped from him on Skako Minor. He knew Fives would tell him that, if anything, chicks dig a guy with battle scars, and Echo had more than plenty of them.

Regardless, Echo tried his hardest not to get his hopes up for something more from you than you might be willing or wanting to give. He would never blame you if you didn’t feel the same way, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore the feelings he was beginning to catch for you.

“C’mon, Echo.” Your voice took on an exaggerated pleading tone. You playfully nudge his prosthetic leg with your foot, “You really should take some time to relax. You’ve been working nonstop for the past several rotations, you’re going to burn yourself out.”

“I’m a clone, we don’t really burn out, or we’re not designed to, anyway.” Echo says without looking up from the ship’s computer console.

“Hm, I beg to differ on that one.” You stand from your chair and take the few steps that would bring you to lean against the console Echo was engrossed in. “Clone or not, you’re still human. And humans need rest and relaxation.”

Echo paused and considered you for a moment. “I have to finish this mission report. Force knows Hunter isn’t going to do it.”

One thing Echo had never been great at, at least without a little coaxing, was relaxing. In their early days with the 501st, Fives would tease him about it relentlessly whenever the Domino squad had a few days to rest and recoup between missions. Downtime and quiet for Echo meant catching up on the latest reg manuals, but for Fives and the others, it was time to party and let loose a little.

“Echo.” You call out his name, this time with more softness. “Why don’t you come to 79s with me? It’ll be fun.”

This, the way you said his name, pulls him from the fleeting memory of his days with the 501st. His heart was thumping faster inside his chest and he tried to maintain his composure so as not to give away his nerves. He rotated his chair to look up at you leaning against the console. Even dressed in your medic gear Echo couldn’t help but admire how pretty you were. He had to remind himself not to stare so he averted us gaze back to the report on his screen.

After a moment Echo sighed, flicking his eyes back to yours, “Doctor’s orders?” He raised a brow and let a playful smile cross his lips.

“Yep, now go put on some civies.” You wink at him before pushing yourself off the console to head to the refresher to clean yourself up a bit and change.

You could hardly suppress the grin that spread across your face as you turned to walked away, feeling triumphant that you just might be able to draw Echo a bit more out of his shell and show him just how much you enjoy his company without the eyes of the rest of his brothers on you both.

You were more than happy to change out of your gear and put on something cute for the first time in a while. You slipped on a top with flowy sleeves and plunging neckline, thanking the Maker you’d decided to buy it the last time the squad had been on Coruscant. Once you pulled on a pair of pants and slipped on your casual boots, you pulled your hair out of its usual neat bun at the nape of your neck, brushing it through and letting it fall down around your shoulders. After a few more coats of lipgloss and another swipe through your lashes with the mascara wand, you were ready to go. You took one last look in the small refresher mirror and smiled at your reflection, feeling confident and a little jittery for what the night possibly had in store for you and Echo.

Truth be told, you had fallen for Echo quite a while ago. There was something magnetic about his dedication to his brothers and to being a good soldier. His determination and confidence in the field was mesmerizing; you just couldn’t help but fall for him. There was no denying the part of you that hoped he felt the same way.

Exiting the refresher, you found Echo leaning against the hatchway of the Marauder, dressed in his civies, with a barely noticeable etch of nerves settled in his expression. Crosshair was standing next to him, arms folded over his chest and toothpick slotted between his teeth.

“Don’t be so dense, she’s never invited any of us out on our own with her. It’s a date.” Crosshair smirked while sliding his toothpick to the other side of his upturned lips.

“Eh, I’m not going to get my hopes up. She said it was to get me to relax so, I doubt it.” Echo said sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Even if that’s the case, try not to kark it up.” Crosshair snickered, having caught sight of you before Echo did and turned on his heel, heading back towards the bunks.

You caught Crosshair’s jab and Echo’s reply as you turned the corner to the hatchway.

“Get your hopes up about what? And what on earth could you possibly kark up?” You ask sweetly while adjusting your top. Despite having seen Echo in his civies before, you couldn’t help but think how good he looked out of his armor. While his frame was lean, his muscles, where they still existed, were defined and his shoulders were broad.

“N-nothing, Crosshair is just being, well, Crosshair. Are you ready to go?” Echo’s eyes snapped up to yours as you came into view, hoping you hadn’t heard any other part of the short conversation he had been having with Crosshair.

“Yep!” You flashed him a bright smile while flipping your hair over your shoulder.

You looked him up and down and smiled, “You look good, Echo. Do you think my outfit is alright?” A flirty smile pulled at your lips as you observed his eyes beginning to wander over your body.

His cheeks flushed when he realized you had definitely caught him checking you out before you had even asked about your outfit. Echo shifted his weight from one leg to the other and cleared his throat before bringing his gaze back up to yours.

Come on, Echo. You used to be good at this. Relax, like she’s been telling you to!

“You look great. Amazing, actually.” Echo smiled. He meant it, you did look amazing, and the small glow of hope in his chest that this might actually be a date was growing brighter every second he was in your presence.

Echo’s compliment caught you a little off guard, making you blush. You were not expecting him to answer your question so smoothly or sincerely. He smiled at the mildly surprised expression on your face, then offered his scomp arm to you so you could descend the ramp of the ship together.

“Shall we?” Echo smiled at you, waiting for you to take his arm.

79s was crowded, as per usual, with clones from several different battalions and posts filling up booths and seats at the bar. You expertly maneuvered your way through the bustling scene with Echo in tow right behind you, his flesh hand in yours.

A couple of the boys from the 212th were sitting around a table close to the back of the bar, all of them enjoying drinks when you and Echo walked past them. Upon recognizing you, a few of them hollered your name and motioned for you to join them.

“Hey, boys!” You waved, flashing them all a bright smile.

“Come join us, sweetheart! Drinks on us!” One of them shouted while tipsily patting his lap.

Echo followed your line of sight to the table where his brothers were all sat with several empty glasses cluttering their table.

The slight twinge of jealousy stung a little more than Echo tried to let on. “You know them pretty well..” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the thumping music.

“Yeah, I was their medic before I was briefly assigned to the 501st to work with Kix, then after that I was reassigned to your squad.” You called back to him.

You turned back to face him, realizing he had slowed down a little from the tugging you were having to do on his hand to move through the crowd. You took note of the uneasy expression settling on Echo’s sharp features, then turned back to the boys who had called for your attention.

“No can do, guys, I’m on a date!” You holler back to them, drunken disappointment apparent on all of their faces. Ever so slightly, you tightened your grip on Echo’s hand.

“Come on, let’s get some drinks.” You smile sweetly at his surprised expression. Echo’s footsteps came to a sudden halt in the middle of the bar, wide amber eyes staring back at you for a moment.

You grew uncharacteristically shy for a moment under Echo’s gaze, a blush beginning to blossom on your face. You decided to be a bit bolder and took the few steps into his personal space which made you have to tip your chin up to look at him. Regaining your usual confidence and flirty demeanor, you playfully rolled your eyes at him and tugged again at his hand.

“Well, are you just going to stand there or are you gonna get me a drink?” You whispered in the space between you before stepping away and flashing Echo a flirty smile.

After a few drinks and more flirtatious words and touches were exchanged between you and Echo, you noticed a few more clones with their respective dates beginning to crowd up the dance floor. Leaning over just enough to brush against Echo’s shoulder, you fluttered your lashes at him as you slowly looped your arm through his.

“Come dance with me?” You posed the question with a playfully pleading pout.

“Eh, dancing isn’t really my thing..” Echo rubbed the back of his neck shyly. He wasn’t lying, dancing really wasn’t his thing, at least not since Skako Minor, and definitely not since he found out what had happened to Fives. Echo hadn’t even been back to 79s until now, despite the Batch occasionally hitting up the place whenever they were docked on Coruscant.

Tuggging him over to the dance floor, you turned back and shot Echo a playful grin, “That’s not what the boys in the 501st told me.”

“And what exactly did they tell you?” Echo smirked while raising a brow at the endless list of possible things his brothers could have told you about his time in the 501st.

Pulling Echo a little further onto the dance floor, you began moving to the beat of the music thumping over the speakers, swaying your hips in small circles.

“They told me you were difficult to drag away from your reg manuals, and that getting you to have fun always took a little coaxing, but that once you were worn down enough, you were the life of the party, along with Fives.” You leaned into Echo’s space a little more so he could hear you over the music.

Echo raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at his lips, “Ah, well, they weren’t wrong. Fives was usually the one to drag me here and get us both absolutely wasted and singing at the top of our lungs.”

“Now that’s something I’d give a ton of credits to see.” You giggled while wrapping your arms around Echo’s neck. You began swaying to the beat of the music, letting yourself feel the rhythm as your hips brushed up against his.

Echo couldn’t help but smile down at you and he had to admit, feeling you move against him under the lights and music of 79s was driving him crazier than he’d like to admit.

Deciding right then in there, Echo let himself cut loose for the first time since his 501st days. The way you were looking up at him through your lashes and how your body moved with his made it that much easier for him to let go of his troubles for a while. You were a comforting presence in the midst of his troubled whirlwind of thoughts and feelings.

You smiled at the sight of Echo before you, looking like he was finally enjoying himself. Seizing the opportunity, you spun around pressed your back and butt against Echo’s front, moving in perfect rhythm with him.

“Whoa, you’re quite the dancer.” Echo chuckled in surprise over the sound of the thudding music.

“I’ve always loved to dance!” You smile back at him while pushing even closer into him. You brought your arms up and behind you to graze the back of Echo’s head with your fingertips, while gently pressing further into him while you both moved in time with the beat.

Echo hesitated for a moment before bringing his flesh hand and scomp to rest on either side of your waist. He felt as though his heart was going to thump right out of his chest, but he kept a steady hold on you as you both continued dancing.

Spinning back around to face him, you giggled contently, “See? Isn’t it nice letting loose a little?”

Echo smiled while tugging you a little bit closer, “Yeah, it is. Reminds me of the old days with Fives and the rest of my brothers.”

“I’m glad I was able to help, then.” You smile sweetly up at him. “And from all I’ve heard about Fives he sounds like he was quite the life of the party.”

Echo chuckled softly in response.

“You would have liked him. You’d probably be here with him instead of me, knowing Fives, he would have swept you off your feet before the rest of us even had a chance to.” Echo remarked, a hint of sadness at missing his brother lacing his tone.

“Hm, something tells me I’d still be here with you.” You admitted, a blush blossoming across your face. You brought your hands to rest on his chest as you both began swaying slowly near the edge of the dance floor.

Echo’s bright eyes widened in genuine surprise. “I, uh, didn’t think anyone would take a romantic interest in me after becoming, well, this.” He lifted his scomp, waving it between the two of you before returning it to rest on your waist.

“Why not? Battle scars are hot, you know.” You teased him with a flirty smile.

“Well, I’ve definitely got plenty of those.” Echo let out a slight laugh.

A beat of content silence passed over the two of you as you swayed back and forth slowly in Echo’s grasp. Your eyes wandered from his face down to his chest where your hands were still resting against him. It made you a bit sad that Echo didn’t feel as desirable as he once did before Skako Minor, and while that was understandable, it made you almost desperate to show him how attractive he still was.

Bringing your eyes back up to his, you noticed that Echo was gazing intently at your lips. Seizing the moment, you slowly lifted yourself up to your tiptoes to meet his height, giving him time to pull away if he felt uncomfortable. But Echo didn’t retreat, instead he leaned down to meet your lips. The kiss was sweet and fleeting, only lasting a moment before Echo pulled away, a shy smile tugging at his mouth.

You hummed happily as Echo’s forehead came to rest against yours. Your fingers were tracing small circles in the fabric of his shirt, while his hand had pressed more firmly into the small of your back. It felt as though the atmosphere of 79s had completely faded away until a couple of clones seated in a booth behind you started cheering and making whooping sounds directed at the two of you . You spun around in Echo’s grasp and shot them look, feigning annoyance.

Echo let out an embarrassed laugh then spun you back around to face him, his face was tinged the slightest shade of pink. “Maybe we should get outta here? Go somewhere less crowded?” He suggested coyly.

“I know just the place.” You replied then places a quick peck on his lips before taking his hand in yours and leading him out of 79s into the warm Coruscant air. You walked at a brisk pace, eager to continue what you and Echo had started in the bar.

“Where are we going?” Echo prompted, matching your quick pace, his fingers still laced with yours.

“My apartment.” You offered suggestively, fluttering your lashes ever so slightly as you looked up at him.

Echo’s steps faltered as he slowed to a stop, tugging on your hand to get you to slow down, too. Before turning around to face him, you heard him call your name.

“What is it?” You asked as you turned around, your steps slowing to a halt.

“It’s just that I haven’t..uh” Echo paused while rubbing the back of his neck shyly with his scomp, “Been with anyone since Skako Minor.” He admitted, avoiding your gaze.

His admission made something in your heart break a little. Guilt welled up in your chest at the potential insensitivity you may have shown him by only kissing him once then taking his suggestion that you drag him to your apartment.

“Oh, Echo…” You uttered quietly. All of a sudden you felt very small and completely unlike yourself. The confidence and allure you had just moments ago was all but zapped from you. Your eyes dropped to the ground as you mindlessly shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

Echo noticed the sudden change in your demeanor from alluring excitement to worry and concern.

“I’m so sorry—”

“Don’t worry—”

You both started to speak at the same time. Your eyes shot back up to his then down to your hand still intertwined with his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was moving so quickly. I just got caught up in the moment and—“ You stopped yourself short while bringing your gaze back up to his. Echo’s expression had softened from the previous look of hesitation he had only moments ago.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” You insist earnestly.

“Oh, I definitely do, ah, want to, it’s just that I’m a bit…out of practice.” Echo’s face flushed a bit as he spoke, tightening his grip on your hand.

“You do? Are you sure? It’s perfectly okay if you want to call it a night and just head back to the Maraud—”

Before you could finish your sentence, Echo’s lips were on yours, pressed much more firmly than they had been in 79s. Letting go of your hand, he wrapped his arm around your waist so that his hand was pressed to the small of your back while his scomp rested gently against your cheek.

Your eyes widened at the sudden feeling of Echo’s lips on yours but you quickly melted into his touch, your eyelids falling shut as you deepening the kiss. You brought your arms up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer so that your chest was pressed against his. Echo thought he should pull away so that you both could continue the walk to your apartment but the way you were kissing him back erased all thoughts from his mind and replaced them with a mounting desire that was starting to bubble up and spill over within him. Instead, Echo let his eyes open as he continued to kiss you and quickly located a small alleyway between the shops you both had stopped in front of.

With one smooth motion, Echo slid his arms down your body slowly, stopping just under your ass and pulled your legs up to wrap around his hips. You let out a small gasp into his mouth as he moved you into the small gap and pressed you up against the wall. His kisses were growing hungrier by the second and yours followed suit. Your tongues danced in a hungry quest to taste as much of each other as possible and without realizing it, you started rolling your hips against Echo’s to gain some much needed friction.

Echo placed open mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, the soft moans you had been letting out were growing louder the further down your body he kissed. You silently thanked the Maker that you chose this particular top to wear, as it allowed Echo unfettered access to the sensitive skin of your chest.

“How much further is it to your apartment, mesh’la?” Echo muttered against your skin, his lips never leaving the spot he had decided to bite gently.

“Ah! Echo..it’s um—it’s—I can hardly think while you’re doing that!” You let out a playful whine.

Echo chuckled darkly against the very top of your breast, then slowly began kissing back up your neck.

“Well, unless you want to do this here..” He trailed off before capturing your mouth in another deep kiss.

You pulled away from him just enough to speak into the tiny space between you, “It’s just another block down.” You manage out breathily before pulling Echo back into another heated kiss.

“That’s my girl.” Echo whispered against your lips. “Let’s go.”

His simple praise at your answering him whilst he distracted you with his kisses only heightened the desire that was growing with every kiss, nip and touch he pressed to your body. Your breath hitched for just a moment before Echo gently set you back down on your feet. An audible whine escaped your lips at the loss of feeling him slotted between your legs. Echo stretched out his scomp, motioning you to exit the alleyway first, and with his other hand placed firmly on the small of your back.

Both you and Echo could hardly contain yourselves on the short walk to your apartment building, often times stopping to steal heated kisses along the way. You couldn’t help but imagine what he’d look like tangled up in your bedsheets or how he’d feel underneath your straddled legs. By the time you made it to your door Echo was already messing with the tie that kept your shirt in place, tugging at it with his one hand while the sleeves began sliding off your shoulders.

“You’re so hot when you’re confident.” You said in between trailing kisses along his sharp jaw.

Echo paused his messing with your top for a moment.

“Well, I was a lot better at this sort of thing before..maybe it’s just force of habit?” He queried more to himself than to you.

“Force of habit, huh? I shouldn’t be surprised that you had tons of girls knocking on your barracks door then if this is how you are anytime a girl takes an interest in you.” You teased him with a smirk on your face.

Echo snapped out of his thoughts, chuckling at your words. He gazed down at you still entangled in his grasp, with your shirt ties wrapped fully around his hand.

“Uh, no, I haven’t been with a ton of other girls…” He trailed off shyly while dropping his eyes to the floor, the tips of his ears growing pink.

You stared up at him through half lidded eyes while gently reaching up and turning his face back to yours.

“We can take this slow if that’s what you need, Echo. I don’t mind at all, really. It’s actually better that we take this slowly. I have a tendency to rush a little, anyway.” You insisted with a more serious but still gentle tone to your voice. With your palm pressed gently into his cheek, you began tracing delicate circles with your thumb just over his cheek bone.

Echo’s amber eyes searched yours for a moment while he tried to regain his wavering confidence. So many thoughts and feelings were running through his mind when he finally let out quiet sigh.

“Maybe slow would be better.” He considered out loud.

“Okay.” You smile sweetly up at him.

“Would you still like to come inside?” You asked after another beat of silence while reaching for the door panel.

Echo’s eyes flickered back and forth between yours, then something darker overtook them as they wandered back down to your lips, then even further down to your loose top. His previous confidence began to surface again and he had a feeling it was not going to be fading again soon.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He nodded.

You leaned to the side to press the button on the door panel, waiting a moment for the lock to disengage before it slid open with a quiet whoosh. Turning to step inside, you looked down between you and Echo to find that his flesh hand was still holding onto the ties of your top.

“I’ll need those back.” You giggled softly, placing a hand over his so as to take the ties from him.

But Echo didn’t release them. Instead he slowly walked you backwards into your apartment, hitting the door panel as he crossed the threshold.

“You know, I really like this top you’ve got on. But I think it’d look a lot nicer on the floor.” Echo said, feigning his best impression of his brother that he could muster.

Your eyes grew wide at his incredibly cheesy pick-up line and you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up past your lips.

“What was that, Echo?” You managed out between giggles. You placed a hand over your mouth as you watched Echo’s expression change from a somewhat forced smolder to a grin.

“Something Fives used to say to try and pick up girls.” He said between laughs of his own.

“Oh, and I supposed that worked out well for him?” You dabbed at the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes from your fit of laughter.

“But I meant it. It would look nicer on the floor.” He said while gently tugging at the ties of your top again.

In an instant, the energy in the room changed. Your heart beat had quickened at the lustful look that took up residence in Echo’s sharp features. Wordlessly and almost without a second thought, you let the top slide off of your shoulders onto the floor. Echo’s eyes widened at the sight of you topless before him as he let go of the ties of your discarded shirt.

Echo placed his hand along the side of your neck, guiding you just a hairsbreadth away from his lips.

“Maybe we could move just a little faster than slow.” He whispered into the tiny space between you.

“That sounds good to me.” You whispered back before pressing your lips to his.

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monscrow · 3 months ago

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intro post, i guess!!!

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lahooozaherr · 1 year ago

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Chick at a Rock Concert

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x Fem!Agent!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 5.8k

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Summary: You’re a Kingsman agent and tag along for a mission at a music festival, looking for a distraction after the lingering loss of your fellow agents. Jack takes immediate notice of you, sparking a mutual attraction between the two of you. When he’s rejected by the “chick at a rock concert”, you take the opportunity to spend the day with him. That day leads into a night of even more fun.

Warnings: fem!reader, soft dom!Whiskey, age gap sorta (Age not specified for reader, Jack’s ego is just bruised), daddy kink if you squint (Jack refers to himself as it a few times, no hard feelings if you wanna just replace the word in your head because this isn’t a ddlg dynamic), praise kink, smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, soft turning into rough sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, pet names, no physical description of reader and “festival outfit” is left vague, smol amount of angst

A/N: I’m ngl this is pretty self indulgent. It’s been a brain rot simmering in my head for a few weeks. I just have a feeling Jack would go nuts over someone who tries to match his energy while wearing one of those sexy music festival outfits lol. Jack is one of my faves and I hope I’m able to do him justice. I’ve debated making this a one shot series or something to weave into the story of the movie but we’ll see lol. I did my best to keep the reader’s “backstory” vague. This is also my first smut, so kind-of practice for when I get to that point in my current Mando WIP. Also not beta read :D

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The mission was pretty simple, and you probably weren’t needed for it. But the previous days for you and your very few remaining Kingsman peers had been a disaster, to say the least. You volunteered to come along, knowing it was at a popular music festival. It was still work but it was also the small “break” you needed to have a moment away from the grief and sadness over losing so much. You just needed something, anything, to help forget for the time being.

You picked out a cheeky festival outfit, not uncommon for these kinds of events. Might as well try to blend in, you told yourself. Weaving through the crowd, you set to find Eggsy through the sea of eccentric festival goers.

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Eggsy had too much on his mind and was reeling from the current realization of how this mission was about to go down. Agent Whiskey demonstrated with his fingers and a subtle explanation of how to plant the tracking device on the target.

“Where is that other agent of y’all’s?” Whiskey asks, an undertone of annoyance in his voice as he takes a swig of his flask.

Eggsy stops walking, “she should be meeting with us any minute now. She told me she’s here already.”

Whiskey and Eggsy, while looking for you, had also spotted the mission's target. A woman lounging at one of the many outdoor bars of the event. Eggsy’s heartbeat quickens, he’s dreading every minute of this. But this mission is too important and he knows that.

Jack scoffs, “takin’ her sweet time, our girl is right over there.”

“Ah! There she is!” Eggsy shuts Whiskey down. Before he can continue to complain, he looks up towards you. His jaw hangs a little after Eggsy points you out as you stride towards them.

This was your first time physically meeting Whiskey, despite technically being in the same room as the “meeting” with Statesman’s leader, Champ. But you didn’t have glasses at the time that would allow you to see a projection of him in his seat. You couldn’t help but stare back at him as you got closer to the two.

Ginger warned you about him when she helped you set up for this mission. Telling you he’s a huge flirt and will likely make a pass at you. You didn’t exactly mind though, you weren’t afraid of a flirtatious encounter. You requested to read his file and after doing so, you really felt for him. You wanted to see the good in others, to understand them. And based on his past you could tell he’s been through a lot, and it’s probably complicated. You could at least empathize with him.

Aside from that, what’s wrong with wanting to have some fun? Maybe you both could help each other forget, just a little bit.

He drank in the sight of you in the outfit you’d chosen, and suddenly you were not regretting it because you could tell. You found yourself doing the same to him. He’s attractive, broad shouldered and golden skinned. He wore a Stetson, white T-shirt, leather jacket and jeans that did a beautiful job of capturing the shape of his slender hips and legs. A sharp nose and jawline, clean shave save for pouty lips with a perfectly groomed mustache atop them.

Approaching them, you sigh, “so sorry to make you guys wait, this place is packed!”

Whiskey seemed to be momentarily frozen until Eggsy breaks the silence with a clearing of his throat. He introduces you to him by your code name and actual name.

“And uhm, this is Agent Whiskey-“

“Jack. Jack Daniels.” Cutting Eggsy off while taking a large step towards you, not hiding the way his eyes take a quick look at you, up and down. He holds his hand out for you and you take it with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” Hearing you choose to use his actual name sends a thrill through him. A grin creeps across his lips, “darlin’, the pleasure is all mine.” He lifts your hand to his lips to leave a small, chaste kiss. You can’t help but giggle, both at the act and Eggsy giving a very exaggerated eye roll from behind him.

Jack’s eyes are a dark, chocolate brown and you don’t break the eye contact he maintains with you. They almost sparkle.

“Anyways, our target is right over there.” Eggsy interjects. Jack jerks upright and clears his throat, letting go of your hand.

Jack takes a swig of his flask, “watch and learn, buddy.” He puffs his chest and struts towards the bar.

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Watching Jack get rejected like that was…rough, to say the least. You couldn’t help but quietly snicker, watching Eggsy so swiftly capture the attention of the woman away from Jack’s failed attempt at hitting on her.

He frowns deeply and glares, walking away. You decide it’s safe to let Eggsy take the reins and catch up to Jack.

“I’m not going to lie, that was a little hard to watch,” you say to him. He stops walking and looks at you, unamused. You shrug it off and continue, “that’s ok though. Why don’t we enjoy the festival?”

Jack lets out a deep sigh and turns his head, “darlin’, you don’t want to hang out with an ‘old man’ like me.” The way he says the words “old man” is a mocking echo of what Eggsy had called him in front of that woman. Dang, he took that pretty personally. You imagine you probably would too, if you were in his shoes.

You decided to take this opportunity to rekindle the flame on that brief “chemistry” you had with him earlier. You boldly insert one of your arms into his elbow.

With a lilt in your voice, batting your lashes at him you say, “I prefer men who are experienced, anyways.”

That seemed to do the trick of snapping him out of this small depressive slump. That sparkle returned to his eyes and his smile widened, revealing his perfect white teeth.

“Oh sugar, I can be that and more.” He wraps his free hand around yours in the crook of his elbow and you both continue on into the crowd.

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At some point, after wandering for a bit, you both found a space in the grass field, a far distance out from one of the stages. Both of you are lounging and basking in the sun. Hours had passed before you had realized it, the two of you were too distracted by each other and your conversation to even notice.

Jack’s personality was provocative, fiery and passionate. His cheesy pick up lines worked on you, in a way. He took joy in sharing interesting stories he kept up his sleeve that hooked your attention. He described various close calls he’d had in the field, especially from when he was younger. You listened intently and never broke away from him.

He laid out on his back, arms braced behind himself in the grass. Next to him, you’d opted to rest on your front, propped up on your elbows and your legs kicked up behind you. The angle giving him a front row seat to your cleavage.

Here and there you’d notice the way he’d look you up and down, but you preened under his gaze. There was an obvious attraction between the two of you and neither of you tried to hide it.

When you were deep in telling your own story, one that caused you to shift into sitting on your bottom, he took one of your hands in both of his large hands. He rubbed his thumbs across your knuckles and carefully inspected your palm and fingers, absentmindedly, as you spoke.

You let out a deep sigh, “spending time with you today has been a breath of fresh air, thank you.” That might have come out more sentimental than you intended but life has been a wild ride lately. “I don’t know whether I’m going up or down anymore….”

Jack’s facial expression softens and he squeezes your hand in one of his, “anytime, darlin’. In some ways, I’ve been in your shoes before. It never gets easier.” His tone was even and more serious. You knew he understood. It comes with the type of job you’ve both found yourselves in.

“However,” you start, “I’m thankful we found the Statesmen. I don’t know what we’d be doing if it weren’t for you all. I don’t know if finding who did this will fill the hole in my heart but something has to be done.”

Jack sits up and leans towards you, “a hole in your heart, huh?”

Your face heats up, “I-I mean, that’s the best way I can describe it I guess.”

“No no, I understand. I’ve just never heard it put that way….” He pauses, his eyes briefly drift off and then come back to yours. His other hand reaching to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, a shiver runs up your spine. You’ve lost yourself in his eyes and never want to come back up for air.

“Don’t you worry, sugar. We will make things right.”

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This mission ended up being pretty easy, at least for the two of you it did. You felt bad for Eggsy. Jack later explained how and WHERE the tracker had to be placed, and you could imagine the inner turmoil that that had caused. Or even worse, the possible relationship problems it could cause for him.

When Jack described to you what he had told Eggsy to do with the tracker, your face heats up. Jack on the other hand, winked and flashed a white toothed grin. He had assumed he would be the one doing the deed but it looked like the universe had other plans, and you certainly didn’t mind.

The bright, sunny day had started to fade into night. The sky progressed from a beautiful orange sunset into a deep purple. Some stars could be seen above the continuing hustle and bustle of the festival. You hadn’t heard from Eggsy since leaving him and you started to grow concerned. Standing off to the side of one of the festival's exits, you called him. Jack stood near you, hands on his hips as he waited.

Your call to Eggsy goes to voicemail and just as you’re about to hang up and try again, you get a text notification from him.

It’s done, I’ve let Ginger know. I’ll meet back up with both of you tomorrow.

You read this aloud so Jack could hear, he rolls his eyes and shrugs. You snicker, “are you really still bitter about him stealing your thunder?”

“Hey now….” He gently grabs your elbows and brings you close to him. Wrapping one hand around your waist and the other pinching your chin and stroking from your cheeks to your jawline. His eyes meet yours and they’re dark, reflecting his growing hunger. Whatever sass you were about to quip out immediately evaporates, leaving you a melting mess in his arms. Your own breath slowed and you returned his gaze under fluttering lashes.

His voice dips an octave and he stares deeply into your eyes, “Ol’ Jack never lost his thunder.” A shiver runs up your spine once again and you smile bashfully. Your eyes drifted to the side in an attempt to hide the flustered heat on your face. He hums, using his thumb and forefinger to delicately redirect your eyes back to his.

“Don’t hide from me.”

After a day full of flirting and building sexual tension, you make a snap decision. Bringing your arms up and draping them around his neck, chest against his. You hold his gaze a few seconds more while he adjusts his hands to sit on either side of your waist.

“Well then, Cowboy,” you say, echoing back the same low, husky tone. “Would you say ‘mission accomplished’?”

Jack hums in amusement, happy to see you rise to his challenge.

“Not yet, sugar. Still haven’t hooked up with a chick at a rock concert.”

It feels like a burst of butterflies in your stomach. Heat pooling in your stomach and thankful his hands are on you because otherwise you feel like you’d float away.

You flash him a sultry grin, “I think I can make that happen.” His face brightens as you shift your hands down from his shoulders to his firm pecs. His large hands explore up and down your back, his body is warm and inviting. You could smell the musk of his chosen cologne for today. Touching him like this after a day full of passive brushes and small gestures felt like finally drinking water in a parched desert.

“But on one condition,” you add, lowering your voice.

Jack quirks an eyebrow at you, “tell me, beautiful.”

Your eyes flick up to his hat and back down to him, his eyes following you. You maneuver yourself closer to his head, bringing your lips close to his ear.

“I want to wear your hat while I ride you,” you whisper.

The next thing you hear is a deep growl erupting from his chest. In one swift move he has one hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss. You mutually feel like a dam has finally broken.

The kiss is long as you both exhale and hum into each other’s mouths. He licks into your mouth and in return you gently bite his bottom lip, almost sending him into a frenzy.

Jack, almost painfully unlatches himself from you. His eyes meet yours, dilated and blown out on lust. A dark chuckle escapes his mouth and he pins you close to him with both hands behind your neck, using his thumbs to balance your jaw. The act itself sends arousal coursing furiously through your veins. You’re going to be a puddle before you can even leave the festival.

Jack grabs your hand and leads you alongside him, back to his Bronco. You both run and giggle like teenagers in love trying to sneak around. When you approach his car, he opens his passenger side door and lets you in. He dashes to the driver's side and buckles in.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he uses the other to wrap around you and bring you close to him, buckling you into the middle seat. Then, with smooth precision, he reverses out of his space and makes his way out of the parking lot and towards his hotel.

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Jack’s Bronco screeches to a halt in the driveway of the hotel. Within seconds he exits and is at the passenger side letting you out.

He wraps his arm around you and brings you close into his side as he walks towards the entrance. His hand gives the meat of your thigh a small grip and you yelp. Jack throws his keys to the valet boy and struts inside.

Once at the elevator, Jack scans a key that sends it to the private suite up top. Of course he would have a private, fancy suite you think to yourself. You both enter the elevator, his hand on the small of your back guiding you in.

Once the doors closed, you’re on each other. A flurry of gnashing teeth and grabbing hands. He pushes you against the corner of the elevator with both hands on your waist. You wrap both arms around his neck, one hand stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, using his body to balance you.

His hand trails upward to grip the back of your neck, threading through the hair that grows there. He breaks away from your lips, using his grip to carefully tilt your head back, exposing your neck. Trailing heated kisses up and down, murmuring in between each.

Jack’s going to treat you right, don’t you worry babydoll.

I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.

You had been thinking about this all day too, unashamedly.

You moan when feeling his pelvis grind up against you. He’s already very hard and the sounds he pulls from you only serve to excite him further. Just as he’s about to slip a hand underneath the hem of your shirt, the elevator dings and opens up into the suite.

The hotel suite is massive. A living room with a kitchen to the side. Further in is a doorway to the suite’s master bedroom. The trip there becomes a mix of kissing, groping, and removing articles of just your clothing one by one until you’re brought to the edge of the bed wearing only your bra and panties. Looking around the room you see it break off into an open, large bathroom with a claw foot tub and glass door shower.

The back of your knees hits the edge of the mattress, with Jack gently pushing into you as you sit. Your hands come up to undo his belt buckle, but his hands grab yours to stop you.

“Not yet, gorgeous,” he says with a husky tone. “Daddy’s going to have his way with you first.”

You’ve decided you will never get tired of the nicknames. They cause your heart to hammer in your chest and you love every second of it.

Your arms drop back to your sides on the bed. Jack licks his lower lip and leans over to reach behind you to unlatch your bra. Once it’s free, he slowly slips it off your shoulders and discards it to the side.

He proceeds to gently guide you to lay on the bed. His hands grab under your knees to bring your legs up, feet resting on the bed. Finally, he loops both forefingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them off, joining your bra on the floor. Following that is his leather jacket.

Standing up straight and resting one hand on each of your knees, he pauses. His eyes rake you over and he hums.

“Lemme get a good look ‘atcha.”

The sight of you beneath him, naked and vulnerable, is downright breathtaking to him. Your breathing is heavy, your eyes hooded and lips parted and swollen. He’s proud to have been able to rile you up like this. He grabs his Stetson off his head and sets it on the other corner of the mattress.

Watching him look you over sends a buzz through your body and centers on your core. However, you need his touch, right now.

“Jack, please….”

“Please, what?” Thumbs tracing the inner sides of your knees. “Tell me, gorgeous.”

“T-touch me…” You manage to stutter out. “Please touch me, right now.”

Immediately, Jack drops to his knees on the floor and grips your thighs to scoot your bottom to the edge of the bed. He leaves small kisses on your inner thighs making his way to your heat. He goes right into it, flattening his tongue and running it up your folds. One hand reaches up to massage your breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple. You bite your lip in response.

It feels like a shock to your system, sending slick to gather between your thighs. Back arching, soft pants as you send a hand down to card through his soft hair. You suddenly feel one of his fingers circle your opening and insert. You almost cry out but stop yourself by biting the knuckles of your other hand.

“Jack….Jack, oh my god….”

“Mmmm gorgeous, you taste better than I had even imagined.”

His finger slides in and out, rubbing your clenching walls. Not too long after, he inserts another finger, earning another loud moan from you. The fire at the base of your spine rapidly grows brighter and brighter, causing you to involuntarily begin to buck against his face. His tongue and lips expertly sucking, licking and laving on and around your sensitive bud. His free hand sliding up to cup your knee and keep your legs apart.

You cry out and whimper the closer you get to your limit, beginning to see stars. You were not prepared for how good he is at this. His fingers grip the meat of your thighs and squeeze, holding you steady while he rubs his face deeper.

“You going to cum for me, sugar? Come on baby, I got’cha,” Jack cooes.

That’s enough to send you over the edge, feeling you clench down on his fingers as you climax. Murmurs of That’s it, show Daddy what you got through your loud moans. Your vision fades to black, you reward his ministrations with cries of Yes, yes…oh my god Jack, yes!

After working you through your first orgasm, he stands up and rests his hands on either of your knees. He watches your panting, heaving chest. His hands shoot forward, tenderly grabbing both of your breasts in his hands. You make a small, strangled noise in response and then hum.

“That was…..amazing,” you say between small gasps, still regaining your breath.

Jack smiles wide and crooked, “that’s just the start, gorgeous.”

Jack finally starts to really let go of his restraint with you, moving to make quick work of removing his clothes. When you attempt to sit up, his hand immediately pushes you back down and wags his finger with a tut from his mouth. “So needy. But I��m going to take my time.”

His words cause something between a moan and giggle to come from you, biting your lip while you watch him undo his ridiculous belt buckle. He sees you eyeing it and quirks an eyebrow, “Should I use this on you? Wrap it around your pretty wrists?”

A light forms in your eyes and you shake your head yes, excitement building in your stomach and between your thighs. “I’d love that, Jack.”

“I’m sure you would, darlin’,” he says silkily.

The last thing to be stripped off is his underwear, cock springing forward red and heavy.

Jack positions himself between your thighs, arms caging your head and your upper bodies melding together. His lips meet yours in a fevered kiss while you stretch your arms out above your head to give easier access to you.

His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you grant him access, his tongue quickly overpowering yours and licking into your mouth. It’s almost difficult keeping up with his passionate kissing.

Your eyes open to meet him when he stops and his gaze is still dark and hungry. Those warm brown eyes only added to melt you into the trembling mess you're becoming at his expert fingertips.

Jack starts to trail down your body, nipping and kissing your jawline, moving down to gently scrape his teeth across your collarbone. Taking one breast in one hand while the other supports him above you. He takes your nipple in his mouth and you arch into him, sending electricity through your nerves. Arousal starts to build back up in between your thighs.

“You’re so perfect,” Jack says breathily. “I can wait much longer. Are you ready for me, gorgeous?”

Your eyes cast down to meet him as he continues to lap at your breasts, “Yes Jack, please. I need you.”

“Welll….” He drawls. “Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t give my girl what she needs?”

Taking his length in his hand, he lines himself up with your opening, sliding it through your slick folds and coating himself. Then slowly, but surely, he begins to insert. The stretch around him feels amazing and takes your breath right out of your lungs.

Jack almost loses himself doing this, and he’s not even all the way in. Jack has quite a length himself, he knows this. Hence the need to prepare you like he did. He lets out a low groan from his chest as he buries himself in your wet cunt.

His face is right above yours, lips brushing as you breath in each other's air while he adjusts himself. You widen your legs to give him more space to sink himself in, he rolls his hips to enter gradually. After a few rocks of his hips, he’s into the hilt.

You can’t help but cry out and the sound is music to his ears. His hips start a steady, rolling pace with each thrust increasing the volume of your wanton moans. You can feel every inch of him dragging against your walls.

He feels almost impossibly deep as he picks up his pace. You arch your back from his bed, your chest becoming flush with his. The feeling of your soft breasts against his chest elicits a deep moan from the back of his throat.

One of his hands cups your cheek as he lowers his face to your ear on the opposite side. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take in any more different sensations, his hot breath fans over your skin while singing you praises.

Atta girl, that’s it, I’ve got you.

Oh you take me so well…so well.

Can you give me another? Come on gorgeous, I know you can.

The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens but you can’t seem to find the end of it. You open your mouth to say something but you’re not sure what. You just need more and more of him.

“Oh….I….” You can barely stutter out, your vision turning white. He nudges your temple with his nose then lays a sensual kiss.

“Do you need more? Tell Jack what you need.”

“Yes…yes please, I-I need more!” You finally manage to breathe out.

Jack’s eyes meet yours with a glint of mischief and a crooked grin to match. With one hand bracing above your head and the other snaking down to grip your lower back and waist.

“Hold on tight sugar and get ready to giddy-up!”

In a split second he stops thrusting, using his muscular body to swiftly roll over his side to his back while bringing you with him placing you on top. When adjusted, you allow yourself to sink down onto him, creating a whole new myriad of stimulation.

Jack marvels at the sight of you atop of him, puffing his chest in pride. Both of you breathily laugh as you adjust. A sheen of sweat has gathered across the soft skin of your body and shines in the lowlight of the bedroom.

At first you stay put, feeling the new depth of his cock inside of you. Conveniently, you remember what you told him earlier. You turn to find his hat still perched on the corner of the bed, stretching your arm out to grab it. He watches you carefully as you gently grab the top of his precious Stetson.

Turning back to look at him, flashing him a seductive look, you place his hat on top of your head. You lick your bottom lip and bite it, placing your hands on his chest to keep your balance. “Let’s go for a ride, cowboy.”

Jack grins back at you dangerously, “oh babydoll you’re going to be the death of me!”

He shifts and plants his legs into the bed, straightening his knees to give him leverage. He ruts his hips up into yours and sets a punishing pace, resulting in a loud, erotic moan erupting from your chest. Taking that as encouragement, he digs his fingers into your hips to keep you steady while the head of his cock strokes that spot deep inside of you.

The coil in your stomach starts to tighten again and you clench around him. You can feel your next orgasm start to barrel towards you. The sound of skin slapping and your mutual gasps and moans intertwining fills your ears. You haven’t broken eye contact with him and it only adds to the fire deep in his own abdomen.

Your legs start to shake as you cum hard around him, riding out the blissful shockwaves. His cock continuing to fuck up into you and giving the perfect amount of overstimulation for you to ride it out.

“Fuck! F-fuck, oh Jack-“

“Theeeere we go, that’s it, come on Sugar, you can take it!”

Jack takes one large hand and reaches out to rub his thumb against your clit, sending you over the cliff.

At the tail end of your explosive orgasm, you collapse onto his chest. He removes his hat to the side and wraps his arms around your torso, bringing his lips down to your ear to whisper again.

You did so good gorgeous.

Christ almighty girl, can you hear that? You’ve soaked me to the bone.

You begin to whimper and shake. Not sure what to do with your arms, you stretch them out behind you. Jack takes the opportunity to grab both wrists into one hand while the other is still wrapped around your back. Giving him just enough leverage to keep up with the pounding of his hips.

Jack’s own orgasm is very close, your overstimulated pussy fluttering around his length. His eyes roll to the back of his head, “I’m almost there sugar, w-where do you want me?”

You can barely speak while you dissolve into pleasure as you rest on his broad chest. You manage to spit out “inside…on pill….please, inside….”while burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

Jack’s position inside of you practically has his lower back hover above the bed with his legs keeping him up. He suddenly tenses up, hips stutter, and he finally crashes into his own orgasm. His thrusts begin to slow but ride out the pulsing of his cock as it shoots ropes into your tight, wet cunt.

With a loud, satisfied sigh, he relaxes onto the bed. Stretching his legs to rest on the plush mattress. You feel the deep rise and fall of his chest underneath your own. Lifting your head to see his eyes wrenching open to meet yours. He smiles, and you smile back, scooting up to kiss him. He welcomes your lips with a hum and molds his mouth around yours.

The two of you stay like this for a few moments, sated and content. You just know you’re going to be feeling him the next day and you’re sure he’ll love to know that.

Eventually his cock slips out of you as he rolls both of you to your sides, facing each other as closely as you can. He rubs his nose against yours and you giggle.

“Jack…that was phenomenal.”

“I know sugar, I was there,” he drawls, southern accent even more present.

You chuckle and playfully slap his shoulder, his hand reaches around to grab your ass cheek to bring you closer to him.

Jack brings his other arm up to wrap around you between the bed and your arm. He holds you close to him, planting a soft kiss atop your head.

“Thank you sugar,” he murmurs.

You rub your head into the crook of his neck, “thank you? For what?”

“For giving this ‘old man’ a chance.”

Your hand comes up to splay across his pectoral above his heart and you feel his quickened heartbeat underneath your palm. Your own heart is also rapidly beating in tandem. You then bring your hand up to caress his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“That girl has no idea what she missed out on,” you say, tenderly. “But I’m glad it ended up this way.”

Jack looks deep into your eyes and feels like his heart might burst. He didn’t mean to take the rejection so hard, but what he ended up with was far times better.

Be brings up the comforter on the bed to cover you as he slips out of it. You pout at him in protest, sitting up until he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, teasingly shushing you.

“Ssshh, sweet girl, just hold on tight for a minute.”

With a light kiss to your forehead as you lay back down, nestling yourself into the soft bed, he treks to the bathroom. You hear him rustling for a few minutes, the sink turning on and off and then the sound of the tub filling. He comes back with a cloth, you catch onto his intent and move the blanket to give him access. Softly, he cleans you up and then discards the cloth.

He offers you a hand and you accept it, letting him help lift you up from the bed to stand on shaky legs. You use both arms to grab him and he smirks, pleased with himself once again. Your legs feel like jello but you’re not complaining one bit.

He brings you to the tub, getting inside first and offering his hands to bring you in with him. You give a low hiss, feeling the hot water touch your skin as you sink into the water. You seat yourself between his legs and rest your back to his chest.

Both of you sigh in contentment, you rest your head back into his shoulder. His hand reaches to rest on your neck and rub his thumb along the hollow of it. He slowly places reverent kisses along your temple into your hairline.

Never, did you think this is how today would end up and you couldn’t be more thankful. Jack simultaneously excites and comforts you. Jack finds himself infatuated, you’ve possibly become the much needed balm for his aches.

“Oh shoot, we didn’t use your belt,” you laugh.

Jack smiles into your hair, “I was thinking we could use that next time…”

Your face falls, you turn your head slightly to face him. His eyes are affectionate and the corners of his lips turned up. You flutter your lashes and mirror back his expression, heart thumping harder in your chest. You didn’t mean to assume this was a one time thing but you’re thrilled to know he wants more of you. Will this lead somewhere interesting?

“I’d love that,” you whisper as he brings his lips down to yours, holding you in a long kiss. His thumb comes up to stroke your cheek and you deepen it. You turn your body towards his, sitting up and moving to straddle his hips. You break off the kiss to rest your hands on his shoulder as he rubs your back, pressing you tight against him.

Jack thought he might be scared to ever find love again. He’s not saying this is love, not yet exactly. But after years of one-night stands, not taking himself seriously and rejected flirting attempts, he’s tired. Ready for something fresh and new. He wonders how in the world your two worlds seemed to line up the way they did. Today might have started with a nearly instant sexual attraction, but it ended off with a full heart and ease he hasn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

Not since her.

And knowing you reciprocate that, enthusiastically, motivates him.

#agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #jack daniels x f!reader #jack daniels x fem!reader #jack daniels smut #jack daniels #pedro pascal character fanfiction #kingsman the golden circle #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x female reader

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genesisvirus · 26 days ago

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You are the only one who writes Sprunki correctly. To me.

tbf there's not much lore to work off of, not to mention it's clear that sprunki wasn't really meant to be. a HUGE thing. just a passion project by someone. but i think that helps when i get to show people how i see the characters and stuff.

stuff like say. mario is fun, i love mario, but the characters are pretty consistent and you KNOW how they are, so at most you're just drawing fanart. i like adding my own tastes into fanart to make it stand out more and make it more. unique, ig? like we've said before, we draw for us, we draw what we like, so it's mostly self-indulgent stuff.

plus minor one that doesn't affect how i write the characters, just something i wanna point out - some of the common fanon interpretations just don't make sense to me ngl. but it's kinda like sonadow for me - people can have their fun it's just not for me. so ofc, i make things for me!

#ask #talking.txt #i do wonder if prev hosts felt the same as me but. idk!#anyway ty for the ask!! aaa1!! it's such a nice thing to hear..

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thomas-jefferson-miku-binder · 1 year ago

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cali!! tomorrow will be a long long day for me, so i trust your judgement with the following question: do you have lol fics recommendations on ao3 🥺? i will take literally anything to read at this point in time ngl

omg of course! although i should warn you that im morr of a short fic guy, so most of these will not be very long

this is a rivelia fic that i love very much. angsty but soooo worth it if thats your thing. i would also recommend other stuff by this author, so definitely check that out (they write mostly about akalynn)

another rivelia fic (im obsessed with them). this one mentions self-harm tho so be careful if thats not something you want to engage with

this one is veeeeery heavy. mention of abuse. is basically a character exploration of arcane viktor and his relationship with singed, that it’s read as a sexually predatory one. i cannot express enough how good this is, but i totally get if thats too heavy (although the subject is very well approached by the author imo)

amaaaaazing cassivir fic. 10/10. character study on cassiopeia’s betrayal

this is a very silly one. plot what plot. but its so well written and the smut is chef’s kiss so if thats your thing and if you can bear with the premise its a combination of incredibly funny and nice porn lol

recently recommended this one to @emluckyowl and she absolutely loved it so might as well throw it in. its a renata/seraphine modern setting sugar baby fic and its so good. i didnt finish it because i just dont have time for it lately but i did very much enjoy the chapters i read. its also fine if age difference makes you uncomfortable, because renata is much older than 23 years old seraphine, but the way it’s written its super instigating. also the exploration of the power imbalance is veeeery good. also i should mention theres some minor jilco which i dont like but thankfully its not very significant

talon katarina character study

silly hero/villain vikjayce + tfgraves fic. definitely check morr stuff by this author, they have tons of vikjayce and tfgraves fics, although i havent read all of them

tfgraves

tah has amaaaazing ficlets and i personally love the mfkatarina + quinnsona ones very much. check their work out

these are qhat i can think of now going through my bookmarks, but i might add a few extra later. also everyone!! feel free to reblog with your own recs! and ty for trusting me! some of these are very heavy so i dont know if they’ll fit your taste, but i thought it might be good to risk it considering theyre so well-written. wish you the best of luck tomorrow!

#league of legends #cali speaks

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cheerful-sixears · 1 year ago

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TF: Fearless Frontlines

I was inspired by this prompt, here, and I wrote something for it. It's angsty, and yet I feel fucking great after this exercise. Delicate, but great. Fanfic mainly showcases a lot of @starscrumpt 's MoonHowl and how his influence has kept B-Convoy's direct narrative headstrong. [ngl I cried too much writing this.]

Title: Fearless Frontlines

Alt. TItle: Courage Takes Flight From that First Fearful Step

Fandom: Transformers [vague universe setting]

Rating: PG-13[?] [minor mentions of trauma/cursing/sensitive materials]

Songs Insp. [and why] :

-Pillar - Frontline [this song inspired my overall thoughts regarding B-Convoy’s unwavering ‘fight till the end’ mindset that I share with equal duality]

-Smash Into Pieces - Counting on Me [this song inspired my thoughts on MoonHowl’s unwavering trust and support of B-Convoy and his endeavors]

-Sleep Token - Take Me Back To Eden [B-Convoy’s longing for what was, and how he’d fight to achieve any and all to be in that state of normalcy, for him. That smallish glimmer of a peaceful, remedial healing that he only ever tasted on the surface level before the war began. I played this one back, toward the middle and end with MoonHowl, because it really encased the pain and emotions here. Spoiler: I cried…a lot.]

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Standing with a processor riddled with ponderous thoughts, amidst the plans that many-a-restless evenings meticulously produced, B-Convoy’s optics gleamed in a dazed, almost static-glazed vacancy that most were unfamiliar with. A few of the cautious mechs stood in silent regard as B-Convoy continued to gaze into what appeared an unrelenting void-like trance. The tension was thicker than the copious amounts of old and new energon-shed, caked and layered upon the battlefield outside of their trembling, yet sturdy keep.

One of those mechs that stood around the other few sauntered forward, his wingspan hung heavy as his shoulders carried little enthusiasm with each gentle step. He placed a servo-paw upon B-Convoy’s shoulder, Convoy’s tensed reaction triggering a pooling of tears upon the muzzle of his fellow empath, MoonHowl. He pressed his digits as his servo-paw remained and served as a grounding weight, even in the slightest, to support B-Convoy’s heaviest aches. The weight of war was pressing far heavier than some would ever fathom a normal mech could manage.

A random voice echoed through the silence, slicing through it with a venomous inquiry and serpentine strike, “You’ve forgotten what it even means to lead. You’ve been so enveloped in your own direction-your own path, and in that, you’ve forgotten yourself.”

The blatant, seering statement brought an unfamiliar expression of rage and a familiar pain that MoonHowl once felt in his own self. He bit back in protective ferocity, even before B-Convoy was able to express his imminent distress, “NO-He’s changed. I will NEVER find weakness in that,” His chords trembled as he pointed to the map on the holoscreen projected before them all. His servo-paw was clenched in a trembling rage.

“None of you took a moment to count the amount of victories we’ve surpassed and how far we’ve survived. We’ve thrived without his predecessor, even. Your fear leads your spark astray, rethink your words before you cause more damage and create rifts, than create peace and healing. Rethink your actions, please.” An almost somber, sullen expression crossed MoonHowl’s softened, heavy gaze as he turned his glance from the distraught mech and unto B-Convoy, who’s optics were hazed with more pain and layered sorrow than one should ever experience in a fraction of a lifetime.

If his visor were not apparent to hide his jaw or muzzle, the pain would be doubly obvious. MoonHowl continued to grip onto B-Convoy’s shoulder plate. After a moment of pained and agonizing silence, B-Convoy raised his opposing servo-paw to meekly grasp and cup MoonHowl’s. His grasp trembled, and it was clear within his optics, that he fought to regain stability to speak once more. If MoonHowl knew one thing above others, it was B-Convoy’s hurt. He’d been there from the start. Almost every pain, every loss, and through every hardship, their kinship remained.

A familiar and promising flicker glimmered momentarily within B-Convoy’s optics before he nodded in a silent agreement to MoonHowl before standing amidst a small, yet significantly larger audience than before. He lowered his visor to reveal a prominent, newly empowered snarl with shimmering fangs that bore confidence and newfound strength, “My esteemed and hardened comrades, as your Pack Leader, I implore each one of you to embrace the strength that resides within your sparks. Draw from the depths of your being, channeling the power of unity, honor, and unwavering resolve," He gestured with a combination of newfound courage, strength, yet carried humbled humility within his choreographic show, as well.

"Remember, it is our loyalty to one another that fortifies our ranks and sets us apart from our adversaries. These …treacherous beasts, driven by their insatiable hunger for power and shed-energon threaten the very fabric of peace and harmony that we hold dear,” He paused, glancing over to MoonHowl, as though to garner a second wave of a new gilded, breath, and then continued with more confidence than before, “In the face of their relentless aggression, let our bravery shine brightly through the darkest of times. We shall not waver, nor shall we falter, for our cause is just, and our sparks beat endlessly as one. Together, we possess a power greater than any individual con or beast could ever hope to wield. Let them bear witness to the force that resides within our ranks, our Pack, as we unleash our true potential. My comrades-my family, as we charge forward with unwavering determination, let us remember that our strength lies not only in our bodies but also within our minds. Strategize, adapt, and outmaneuver our foes at every turn. We are a force to be reckoned with—a symphony of metal and courage, bound together by an unbreakable bond. Let our sparks ignite the path to triumph, as we march forward to face our foes with our heads held high! For the love of unity, unending courage, and our family!”

With a gallant wave and a triumphant fist to his chassis, a seemingly newfound energy resonated within the room’s interior. A new wave of glimmering radiance-of newfound aspirations and hope. B-Convoy exhaled and glanced back to his comrade, a humbled expression of sparkfelt pride and harmonious glee. He simply muttered amongst the crowd’s cheers, “I’m proud of you.”

End.

Art drawn by @starscrumpt 💕

#scrumpty’s art #trxnics art[✏️]#Kdrabs[✍️]#maccadam #transformers oc #my writing #booptimus convoy #tf oc #transformers #moonhowl #b-convoy #automutt #starscrumpt

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thusatlas · 2 years ago

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Okay, after spending what feels like 5 hours to try to send a longer message on tumblr – as the comments would only let me send a short paragraph and I didn't want to spam (to my shame I have to admit I’m not here very often and don't know how to tumblr) – I might finally be able to send this (or accidentally make a post or start a new cult instead, who knows, I'm talented like that). 🙈

First of, hello 😊

You have no idea how relieved I am to have found this information on The Fuckening. I just wanted to reread it (again 😅 because it's one of my go-tos for comfort reading) and was shocked to see it gone. I had feared that it would be lost forever, but knowing now that it will be back – no matter in which form – I’m glad. And you can bet that I will buy the hell out of your books when they arrive ❤

Do you have a rough estimate when I will be able to give you all my money in exchange for the best entertainment of my life? I will wait forever if I have to, of course, I’m just curious (and as you can guess eager to see how the story continues) 😅

And I don’t know if you want to give away any kind of information, but will Taliesin still be in it? I have kind of (read: completely) fallen in love with his character. And if I wouldn’t already ship him with Agent Jay like I (maybe too often) mentioned in the comments on the story (because I can’t help to be like that and obsess over minor characters and tiny side characters – just like with Theo and Blaise in the original books... and someone who almost no one understands, Zacharias Smith... but I'm repeating myself), I would want him for myself. 😅

I wish you the best of luck with your project and much inspiration 🍀❤

P.S.: Sorry for the many paranthesis 😅

Hello, my dearest! I have missed hearing from you! Kudos to you for figuring out the ask system - ngl, it all remains a mystery to me and I end up spamming people because I haven't the foggiest where to begin on fandangling the website to bend to my will. So well done! You're doing better than me! (But also, I will always endorse the creation of any cult, so I feel like you should do that anyway).

The only reticence I had about pulling the Fuckening was losing contact with the regulars who weren't necessarily in contact on Tumblr, so I am relieved to see you here. And I am really pleased you're still invested in the story despite it shifting universe - it's actually a huge relief. I hope you like where it ends up!

As for a rough estimate of when it'll be available? Not a clue. Not this year. I'll aim for an optimistic soft deadline of it being available in some form or another in 2024, but this is dependent on a million different variables that I don't really have control over. I'm going to try the traditional publishing route first, so this is going to eat into a lot of time, and then, in the miracle that I'm successful at securing the various buy-ins, the timeline will be dependent on a whole host of other things, so it may not even be in that year at all.

Failing all of that, I'll just self-publish, which shortens the timeline substantially. But even still, got to at least give the trad publishing route a go first before writing it off.

And this doesn't include the inevitable periods of writer's block and lack of will.

Either way, I'll keep you all updated with news, etc.

Alternatively, I've launched a (rough) author website and a Twitter where I'll be posting short stories and probably looking at newsletters, etc: Regan Atlas Website, Twitter

(I hate the whole marketing side of this business. My roommate is trying to convince me to start a Tiktok... I don't know if I can bring myself to that yet). For now, Tumblr will be my main source of coms because I am comfortable with hiding in this hellsite.

(( Also, spot the author name))

As for details, I love that you appreciate Tal and Agent Jay. I loved them very much too, so, of course, they will be appearing in the adaptation. The relationship between Tal and Hermione was something so tender that I think this new world is going to need to offset from the rest of the fuckery. And Jay and Kilmore are essential for the whole worldbuilding shenanigans so they'll def stay for the ride.

Thank you so much for your kindness, and I hope you know how much I have and continue to appreciate you. Stay in touch!! <3

#the fuckening adaptation #answered ask #the fuckening #yellowhufflebee #original work

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vera-yaps · 14 days ago

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something i’ve shared before on the subreddit is how andre’s bpd coded. now i recently ish got my bpd diagnosis and so am i projecting in trying to cope with it? maybe (definitely) but also hear me out

So i’m glad andre and cal dont have official diagnoses aside from cal being add simply bc the whole idea that is stressed is there is no reason for what happened having happened. plus bpd was even more stigmatized in 2002 than it is now so it wouldve defo been some weird glamorozed shit

(i was gonna go symptom by symptom but it FUCKING DELETED so cope with mindless yapping)

he goes from fine /neutral to angry within seconds. and its over the stupidest shit too. he sees the world as for them or against them, he goes from seeing himself as gods to genuinely showing hopelessness, unstable self image is massive in bpd. we see cal have interests, some sort of life outside the plan while to andre hurting others is genuinely his purpose in life. cal sees it as a way out, andre sees it as a way of living.

UNSTABLE RELATIONSHIPS. thats a big one. people see andre’s character as one-note compared to cal. i disagree—the fact we dont get andre talking to us *alone* is telling in his character as is. his relationship with cal is not a normal relationship. something coccio has said before that sticks with me is that the main character is their friendship—In 94 minutes they tell us nothing even if all they do is talk.

This leaves openness to interpretation beautifully to be frank. many people observe it as queer attraction and i definitely agree thats a valid point—However keeping it ambiguous gives more wiggle room for interpreting their friendship as no two people in the fandom describe it the same. that in itself is relationship instability because well…it is.

the way he and rachel describe each other is also interesting because if you notice rachel, in being an outsiders source which we rarely get in the movie until the security cameras come on, is wary of andre, agreeing when cal described him as violent even if he gaslights her afterwards. however when he describes rachel, its a matter of, “idk what her problem is, i didnt do anything”. this is another instance of instability, also a big thing with bpd is needing to be right and the victim which ngl mecore.

Also—He doesnt see what he’s doing as wrong. people with bpd dont tend to see themselves as doing anything wrong most situations. and if theyre questioned, it could trigger anger, as seen in the suicide note tape.

Abandonment issues. holy hell. is that a big one, andre’s biggest fear imo is cal abandoning the plan, while cal honestly is the embodiment of “fuck it we ball”. cal can definitely be interpreted as andre’s favorite person. cal gives no signs of abandoning him or the plan, yet andre thinks he is anyway. tbh the poem scene sells it for me even more because he saw that as reckless and involuntarily abandoning the plan. ZD wouldnt have happened without cal, abandoning the plan is abandoning the friendship. i saw the scene in the car as textbook splitting. he went to anger and implying that his best friend was stupid, acting like he was a pawn rather than a friend imo. within minutes. hell, the camera in itself is a character in its own right and he goes fromteaching us, the audience, how to pull off what they eventually pull off, to threatening us like we’re his victims (“59 seconds is all it takes for me to hide this sucker and come after you”)

that also feeds into the paranoia because the whole movie he’s so concerned that cal would give them away even in minor instances. like bffr a poem isnt gonna put yall on a watchlist lmfao. also dissociations a big one and when he lays on the ground looking into nothingness post egg scene that felt very dissociate-y.

self destructive behaviors

Arguably, planning this in the first place is self destructive among other things. also a minor detailin the shooting scene is him putting a gun to his face but dry firing it multiple times without seeing it it was loaded.

also two teenagers lighting fireworks when i know damn well neither of em got licenses is impulsive if i ever seen it.

also identity disturbance—

so essentially, cal and andre balance each other out in every possible way. from physical appearance to dynamic, but something else is their perception of themselves. cal knows who he is. he has interests, he has actual close friends outside of andre, he simply wants to hurt, and take himself down in the process. zero day is a suicide mission for him but andre really doesnt see himself with a purpose. he’s canonically going to college, in all these activities (that are vastly different if you ask me) but is obviously not fulfilled. i definitely see this in the scene with his dad. he *sees* more for himself but really all he sees for himself is zero day. to do it as a living. cal sees it as his end but andre to some extent sees it as his existence. he latches onto that for identity.

i’ll prolly add more to this if i think of more lmfao

#zero day #zero day 2003 #andre kriegman #cal gabriel #found footage #bpd #borderline personality disorder #media analysis

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alice-after-dark · 5 months ago

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Ngl, your additions got my brain rolling on this AU again and I'm gonna make another post on it again soon to revamp a couple things.

I will say that the prejudice towards Sinners in this AU is considerably lessened and mostly comes from "winners" as opposed to the angels themselves. The whole point of Project Redemption is to see if they can cleanse and reform souls that were thought to be lost to Hell. Most of Heaven very much wants to help these Sinners and care a lot about what happens to them. There is some skepticism as to whether or not it's possible to redeem a fallen soul, but they are very eager to try. The pushback is actually the minority and is mostly from the former human population. It does trouble them that no one can concretely say what causes a soul to fall and they need to figure out what they can do to save as many souls as possible.

(Fun fact that Adam is much more like a frat boy big brother to Charlie in this AU and Lute is Vaggie's no-nonsense blunt bitch friend)

As for how Charlie would adjust to Hell, well...yeah, it's very much a total shock for her. I mean, she knew it was Hell, but she's never witnessed suffering like this before. She is very optimistic when she goes on the air to discuss her plan for redemption and by the time she leaves, she feels hopeless. She doesn't understand why they wouldn't want a shot at a better afterlife.

And yeah, people definitely have some high expectations and are a little disappointed that this self-doubting awkward girl is supposedly an angel sent there to save them. A lot of them don't trust her at all simply because she's an angel. There's definitely several Sinners who just expect her to cleanse their soul and send them on up to Heaven without having to do any work for it.

You think she gets disrespected now as the Princess of Hell? Hoo boy, does Angel Charlie get the runaround.

A Bit of a Different AU Than I Normally Do - Angel of Redemption Charlie

Nearly everything is exactly the same except that there are no exterminations and Charlie is not Lucifer's daughter but instead an angel sent from heaven to try and redeem the souls of Sinners.

Project Redemption is proposed at a meeting in Heaven and Charlie, a young angel, eagerly pleads to head the project. Sera is a little reluctant to let such a young angel (she's only 200 years old! she's practically an infant!) take on the task, but Charlie is determined.

Descending into Hell with her girlfriend and warrior angel protector, Vaggie, they set their sights on an abandoned hotel lingering on the outskirts of Pentagram City in the Pride Ring. They fix it up and get to work recruiting Sinners for the hotel.

Their arrival in Hell spreads like wildfire. Everyone is curious, so when Charlie requests a spot on 666 News' next broadcast, they jump at the chance. She announces the project to all of Hell...and gets laughed out of the studio.

Meanwhile, two demons are watching the broadcast from a room filled with monitors. One catches the devious grin of the other.

"Looks like someone found a new source of entertainment."

#angel of redemption au #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin adam #hazbin lute

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unpopularbunny · 3 years ago

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Chubby!reader x sanemi

MINORS DNI!!!

Warnings: nsfw, rough sex, dirty talk, body worship, peeping, masturbation

LONG POST!!! THIS SHIT IS LONG!!!

Yeah I can’t stop w this one it’s haunting me

Kinda long ngl, but the sex is good :)

word count: 5,300+

sequel

Your days were monotonous at this point.

Wake up, tend the wisteria trees, prune any and all bushes if needed, tend to the grounds, the gardens, finishing up at your own special project. You’d wake up bright and early, have rice porridge for breakfast, being your rounds, small conversation in between, and end the day at your pond. You were left orphaned by a malicious demon and when you awoke here and realized you had nothing to go home too but dried blood stains and corpses, you begged for a job. With no medical knowledge and no experience fighting that left your options very thin. You didn’t wish to work in the kitchen and cleaning was harder to grasp than you imagined, however with no options left something surprising happened.

One of the wisteria trees fell sick, you could see it from a mile away. The branches rotting, various holes in the bark, the leaves beginning to discolor and it was t close to any kind of season change. When you inquired about it, you were told that they had requested for an arborist to come inspect the trees but they expected to wait months. You offered your small knowledge of plants that you had been taught by your grandmother, the owners of the safe house decided that it couldn’t do any more harm than what was being done at the moment. You spent two days inspecting the tree and with your own meek self confidence and some small assistance from someone more agile than you, you had the tree pruned over 40%, you removed excess soil from the roots as well aerating them, finally you regularly deeply watered the roots.

It was hard work that left you with many restless nights of back pain, but after two months when an arborist showed up, he simply stated the tree looked to be well into recovery and he wasn’t needed. After leaving the owners of the safe house decided to hire you, adding onto your work that you grow and maintain vegetables and herbs. You were so overjoyed you cried and thanked them profusely, your first two years were spent setting up a stable routine and learning new things, the owners had no problem purchasing you books about botany and supplying you with any tools and clothes you needed.

Everyone was very grateful for your assistance, you were simply grateful to be of use to others. You never desired more than what you were given, until one day you came upon a scene. You were taking baskets of produce to the kitchen, the weight being no problem for you, upon opened the sliding doors you caught one of the cooks holding onto one of the nurses tightly, kissing and groping. You gasped and they turned around, you almost dropped the produce and they rushed to help. After a brief explanation they told you they were in a secret relationship, romance between workers was strictly prohibited and all they asked for was your discretion, which you happily gave. Who were you to judge their desires?

Later that night as you kneeled by your pond, your special project. Before you came it was neglected and swampy, with unnecessary debris and a dwindling eco system. You revived it, keeping the water clean and the fish thoroughly fed and incorporating new plants to the water and ponds edge. You were simply feeding the koi, checking one every so often for any injuries or infection. You recollected the days events, what you saw in the kitchen. Of course you know what sex is, you’ve had sex before, you’ve desired another person before. But it had been so very long since you had. Ever since you lost your family the only desire you’ve fed was the desire to heal what you could. That you night you fell into a rare deep sleep, the nightmares of your trauma choosing not to haunt you this night.

When you woke up there was quite the ruckus going on, you assumed a group of injured demon slayers had arrived and maybe they needed help. You were given bare minimum first aid education in the off chance they needed all hands on deck. Upon changing into your field clothes (which were men’s clothes), you came out of your room and followed the noise. You asked a familiar nurse if they needed assistance for the group of slayers and she informed you that it was just one slayer, a temperamental one. You gave her a confused face and she waved her hand telling you not to worry and to go about your day.

So you did.

You checked the wisteria trees, you checked the garden, you checked the produce, and you did your rounds. Today you decided to check on the plants kept inside the house, all of them looking well. The last room you needed to check was the ‘temperamental slayer’, you had bigger things to fear than some busy body with an attitude so you gave a knock and went into the room. He was sitting on the bed trying to undo his bandages when you and him made eye contact.

“The fuck are you doing in my room?” His language was foul, but you weren’t surprised.

“Tending to the plants, I’m something of a groundskeeper here” you said, your eyes fixed on the plant in the window.

“Whatever” he snapped and returned his attention to stripping his bandages off.

You felt his eyes watch you as you crossed the room, coming over to his bed side and pulling the two plants from the window sill, you examined the leaves and the flower petals, satisfied with how they looked. You were so close he could smell you; flowers and fresh grass, the smell made him feel drowsy and comfortable. You watered the plants and gently placed them back, his gaze went from your calloused hands up your arm and all over your body, you could feel it and it made your stomach turn. He noticed the dirt on your hands and your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. Your work clothes were men’s and very baggy, so he couldn’t make much of your full figure, but he had an idea when you turned around.

You walked to the door and turned to bow, wishing him a healthy recovery before you left. Sanemi wished you were facing the other way when you bowed, he sneered and looked back at the flowers, they looked like flowers so he had no idea what the hell you were even checking for. Shortly after you left a nurse came in (after you mentioned to her what he was doing), and told him to keep his bandages on or he wouldn’t heal correctly. That turned into an argument that he promptly lost when the house owners came and reminded him that if he kept mistreating the nurses, he would be banned from this house.

The rest of the day you spent in the gardens and around the house, carrying out small tasks and favors for any nurses or even the cooks. By sunset you were in the bath, washing away the days work off of your soft body. You harvested many flower petals to convert to oil, not much, but enough to pamper your face and hair when you needed it most. You thought back to the angry slayer, how he reminded you of an aggressive dog pushed into a corner. You giggled to yourself and finished your bath. On the way to your room you passed him in the hall, you bowed as he passed and he ignored you. Very rude.

As soon as he laid eyes on you from down the hall, walking back from a bath. You had a plain black yukata on, it fit you better than your work clothes, seeing as they were made to fit you. It clung to your wide figure and show you what he knew was there, thighs jiggling under the fabric, he could see the more prominent outline of your tummy and he knew it had to be soft. As you walked and his mouth instinctively watered, his throat itched to say something that would cause a mess he couldn’t clean up, to ruin you somehow. He didn’t know how to interact with you, all he knew is that he wanted you. The smell of the oil you put on yourself suffocated him, it made him think of only you, in his lap with your arms around him while he bounced you desperately. That night you both lay in your respective beds, you thinking of how his rough hands probably feel, your hand between your legs and rubbing your slick folds with desperation as you tried to keep quiet. While he was thinking of how soft you’d feel inside just as much as you’d feel outside, his hand fisting his cock aggressively. He felt ashamed to touch himself like this but he couldn’t put the fire out with will only

He kept fighting with nurses to let him out, whenever they brought him food he complained, whenever they helped him bathe he complained. It got to the point to where one of the nurses joked that you should help him bathe, to which you laughed and tried to ignore the fantasies that bloomed in your mind that night.

The entire first week of his stay anytime you were within eyeshot of his room window or he saw you in the hall or hell, sometimes in the bath, you felt eyes on you. You entertained the idea of someone peeping, whenever you’d have the feeling you sensually rub your hands along your body, sighing sweetly. It was usually sanemi, sneaking and peeking on you, watching you begin to touch yourself.

When you’d look around you usually wouldn’t see anyone, but sometimes you’d see him, looking at you, he’d huff and snap his gaze away as if someone was forcing him to look away. The rare times you two would interact he would be nothing but mean to you, snapping and insulting. You’d usually give him the same reaction every time, calmly asking if he was feeling okay or needed anything, this usually shut him up or made him leave.

He pushed to leave after the first week, not surprising really.

He didn’t know if he could control himself beyond that point to continue to be around you. He had too much spare time, he would stare at you every moment he got, even if you couldn’t see him looking at you. He was a pillar, he could just as quiet as he was loud. He would give in to temptation, peeking on you bathing. He’s force back groans at watching you run your hands along your body, cleaning yourself thoroughly. What he wouldn’t give to go in there and make you rub him like that, rubbing your slick wet body against his. This usually led to furious masturbation, mostly on his part as far as he knew.

He fought the doctors to discharge him which they gladly did after much interrogation. He didn’t say bye to you, he didn’t have too, but you still did, bowing as he walked past and wishing him a safe journey, he told you to shove it and you simply hoped he would be feeling better.

Sanemi would make it his goal after that to come back to that specific safe house, just to watch you, just to see you, to yearn for your body. You’d notice him staring at you more and more, when you’re bent over gardening or running small errands in the house, as the months wore on you two would wordlessly dance around each other, the sexual tension was thick enough to cut and confusing all who came in contact with you. The tension would wind so tightly around you both with every minuscule interaction, until you both couldn’t take it anymore. Anyone who took visible or vocal notice were met with you brushing it off or sanemi vulgarly disagreeing.

He was there from another rough mission, this time the doctors insisting he take bed rest seriously or he’d chance ruining his body beyond repair and have to be discharged from the slayer corps permanently. Begrudgingly he had no option, especially since kagaya told him to cherish and nurture his body through this healing process. He spent the day skulking around, he would catch your gaze every once in a while and he would feel his stomach tighten with the sight of you, sweaty and dirty from your daily tasks. His mouth watered and he tried to say something charming.

“The fuck are you looking at?”

“Ah, nothing….are you doing okay Shinazugawa-sama?” The way his name rolled off your tongue, languid and soft, his cock twitched.

“What does it matter to you?” He barked out, he was having a hard time processing.

“If you need anything and can’t reach the nurses I’m right here” you said finally before turning around and going back to work.

‘Yeah I need you to come here and get on your knees for me’ he let his mind swirl as he returned to his room.

Later that night after your evening bath you realized that in the midst of your brain being occupied by the wind hashira staying two floors above you, you failed to check on the pond. You hurried outside in your evening wear which consisted of a light green yukata, you elected not to wear shoes and took a small lantern. You were as quiet as a mouse, but not quiet enough seeing as you had someone tagging along unbeknownst to you.

You were outside, the lantern wasn’t exactly needed as it was a full moon and it illuminated the grounds beautifully. You were kneeled by the pond side, inspecting your koi gently and the plants that surrounded, you were so immersed that you didn’t notice him walk up behind you. You heard something snap and you jolted, your ptsd fueling you to escape, but you simply fell into your pond.

It was nearing winter so the water of the pond was so cold that you went into shock, you stood up immediately in the pond, wiping water from your eyes and looking around in a panic to find who was it that startled you. It was none other than the object of your fantasies, he was standing there with a look on his face you’ve never seen him have, it disappeared as he huffed and helped you out of the pond.

“Why would they have such a stupid bitch take care of things if her big ass is such a klutz” you ignored the way he addressed you and spoke, frustrated more with the fact of how cold you were.

“And I don’t know why such a vulgar bastard would be given the honor of being a hashira” you snapped right back, although your soft voice made it hard for you to get your anger across, but his mind was taken elsewhere once he fully saw you out of the water.

His whole body felt hot, seeing you with your clothes wet and translucent, clinging to your flesh as you shivered before him. He could see your nipples harden under the fabric and he wanted nothing more than to put them in his mouth and bite, the way your soft voice used vulgar words made bumps rise in his skin. You wrapped your arms around yourself, teeth chattering, you needed to get inside before you got a cold. You glanced at the pond to see if all was well and when it was you turned back to him to bid him a good night.

Although when you looked at him he had that look you got a glance at before, but this time the look didn’t disappear.

His pupils were blown and his face flushed, his eyes were darting all over your body and you clenched your legs together, an ache forming in your gut. He was starting to breathe heavier and you felt goosebumps rise on your flesh, you went to brush past him muttering that you had to get changed before you got sick but he grabbed you. Pulling you against him, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply. His body felt so hot pressed against your cold one and you jerked at first, demanding to know what he was doing and to let you go.

You smelled so good, like jasmine and honey. You fit so well against him, your breasts smooshed against his chest and his hands slid down your back to your ass and he couldn’t take it anymore. Your words died in your throat when you felt him throb against your stomach, it made your core burn and your whole face flushed down your neck. You sputtered at him that you needed an explanation. It took all his will power to pull away from your soft body and snap at you like he usually did, but with an edge of desperation.

“How fucking stupid can you be?!” He snapped, your eyes were wide and your lips parted just a little, those soft plump lips that matched the rest of you.

“Shonazu-“ he leaned down and kissed you, it was rough and full of nothing but his frustration, he took his chance to stick his tongue in your mouth, relishing in how your soft tongue get against his.

He pulled away, a string of saliva keeping you both connected, “Sanemi.” He emphasized by leaning down and whispering in your ear, “Call me by my fucking name. Now.” You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together and clenched around nothing, hoping he didn’t notice, but he did.

“S-sanemi I-ah!” You gasped as he bit your shoulder, he couldn’t help it, you smelled so good tasted so good, your flesh was soft no matter where he grabbed. He ground his hips into you when you said his name, “I’m gonna get si-sick if I don’t get changed-” you managed to get out in between moans as he bit and sucked on your neck.

“You need to take your clothes off? Why didn’t you just say that.” he laughed and it felt sinister. Before anything else could be done he had you up and hefted over his shoulder, you yelped at the sudden movement, aroused further boy how easily he lifted you up. He carried you through the halls and to your room, he shut the door and unceremoniously tossed you on the futon.

You didn’t even get a moment to question him before he was on you again, kneeling in front of your closed legs, in the darkness you could see it, his flushed face and the way he licked his lips at the sight of you. He glanced down at your closed legs and then at you again, his hands shaking on your knees, as if he was quietly asking your permission and consent. you reached out and put a hand on his chest, halting him there, he nearly melted at the feeling of you touching him back.

“Just wait already,” You let out a deep breath as he leaned back a little, giving you some space, he seemed as if he was holding his breath, “What is going on?” Sanemi grit his teeth, couldn’t you have figured it out by now? Why did you have to be so fucking stupid!

But you weren’t.

You knew what he wanted the minute he grabbed you, you just wanted to tease him. You wanted to hear his stubborn, idiotic, animalistic, barbaric ass tell you exactly how he wanted you. You kept yourself from smirking at the way he broke in front of you, his voice cracking just enough to make you twitch.

“I want you, y/n,” He started, “I want you begging for me to break you. I can’t fucking look away from the way your ass sways when you walk, or how plush your entire body looks,” He felt like his throat was closing up and he swallowed, “I want you naked and spread-” His hands on your knees slowly began to spread your legs open, and you let him, “-I want my head buried between your legs and devouring you until you fucking scream for me to stop” It wasn’t until he looked down between your legs that he choked.

Of course you didn’t have underwear on, you were previously going to bed and it wasn’t necessary to wear underwear. Whatever else he was going to say died in his throat, his mouth opened just a little, you pulled your hand back, “I still need to take this off-” his hands grabbed the front of the yukata and with a nasty rip sound, his hands were all over your body, running along your sides, your soft tummy, and up to your breasts. He gripped them hard and you yelped, it sounded like music, like a choir of angels sang for him every time those soft lips parted to make noise.

His mouth was on yours, he was licking and biting, focusing more on how desperate he was rather than what he was actually doing. The sloppy kissing oddly made you feel good, as if you were enjoying whatever spell you put on him, which you were. He buried his face in your neck and you heard him inhale, he ground his hips against yours and you moaned, knowing that there was only a single layer between something that could cost you your job. He began muttering this, foul vulgar things as if the barrier between him keeping his thoughts from coming out of his mouth had broken.

His words were jumbled but you could understand some of them, he waited so long to feel your soft body pressed against his, he wants to feel how wet and slick you are inside, he wants your lips wrapped around his cock, he wants you screaming so everyone knows exactly what he’s doing to you. He wanted to fuck you until you begged him to stop, for a brief moment he wished he had another set of hands just so he could touch you more. He was biting the junction where your neck met your shoulder, his cock twitching when you whined and arched into his body. He pulled back and hooked his hands under your knees lifting just enough to get your feet in the air.

He slid down and shoved his face between your legs without much of a warning, your thighs shut around his head in surprise and he took that as encouragement. He licked slowly, dragging his tongue over you almost teasingly, your hands went to his hair, tangling your fingers in and gripping at the root. It didn’t take long for the room to fill with your noises, soft and sweet as his tongue prodded until he found your clit, you jolted when he licked it experimentally. His eyes were half lidded as you moaned for him, getting more and more wet with every lick.

One of his hands let your leg drop, coming up to put a finger inside of you, your moan was louder now, grinding down against his hand desperately, you wanted nothing more than to have something inside of you and he obliged. Your insides were more wet and soft than he ever thought possible, he could feel you clench around his finger so he added another and curled them up gently until he found a spot that made you arch and say his name in a pleading way.

He couldn’t get enough of your voice and the way you tried to keep quiet, but that’s not what he wanted, not at all. He got enthusiastic, licking more and listening to your noises and reactions to find just the right technique to make you come undone at his mercy. Your tone would go higher in pitch and you could feel your stomach tightening, your climax imminent, you warned him through breaths that it was coming and he pulled away.

“Wha-”, He was upright again, undoing his own sash with quickly, “Shut the fuck up, you think you’re so cute-” You looked down and your eyes widened at the size, “-I bet this is what you wanted isn’t it? To see me break?” He was more thick than long and he was stroking and you reached out, gently wrapping your hand around it, “Fffuck don’t- just don’t touch it” He hissed, pulling your hand off. He was wound so tightly he was sure he’d cum just from being inside of you. You were worried about him fitting inside, it had been literal years since anything other than your fingers was inside of you.

You laid back down, spreading your legs nice and wide for him to get a good view of just how willing you were to let him inside. You were opened up and like a flower in full bloom, he hooked his hands back under your knees and lifted, bending you almost in half. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he pushed inside slowly and carefully. It hurt at first and you sucked in a breath and he brought his hands to the futon, digging his nails in on either side of your head. It took a little bit of determination but he did it, he bottomed out inside of you and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, he cursed under his breath. He leaned his head down, his forehead touching yours and you brushed your lips against his which was the first tender exchange you both had since the beginning of all of this.

“P-please move” You whispered, almost scared of what would happen.

He moved slowly at first, your sighs and whimpers chipping off at his nonexistent self control. He was treating you like glass, not wanting to hurt you this way. He started to speed up at your meek request, throwing caution to the wind and he started to slam into you, he wanted this so badly. You started to get louder and louder until you put your own hand over your mouth which he promptly removed, pinning your wrists above your head with one of your hands.

“I want you loud and begging for my cum,” He added emphasis with thrusts, “Do you hear me? Beg for it, say my name say it come on.” He was desperate for your approval and acceptance. You were so tight and wet and only getting wetter the more he said vulgar things, beginning to leak on the futon. You complied with his demands, whimpering his name and crying out for more.

He bent you into a full breeding press, pinning you to the futon, “Come on y/n! such a pretty slut with a pretty pussy can do better than that, beg louder for me, show me how bad you want it.” Now it was your turn to sound desperate as he began to his a spot inside of you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You begged for him to use you until he was satisfied, your voice was growing in volume and you were sure someone had to be awake at this point.

The room was filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and both of your moans and vulgar words of desperation, your head was tipped back and your eyes shut tightly as you wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his back and scratching. Everything coiled so tight and snapped as you came, toes curling and sobbing, he fucked you through your orgasm and then through his. He made sure to keep himself ball deep, filling you so much that it leaked out.

“Now its mine, I marked your sweet little cunt as mine” He said, his nose brushing yours. He pulled back, pulling out of you and letting your body uncurl.

You felt fluid gush out, causing you to whine and eventually you sat up, pulling the rest of the yukata off you all the way. You could feel your crotch beginning to throb and you knew that tomorrow it would be very hard to do your usual yard work.

You looked at him and his eyes were still focused on you.

“Did you get it all out of your system?” Came your quiet question, you were used to this, partners more interested in what you felt like than who you were. You expected him to get his fill and move on while you stayed here with your plants and trees.

“Fuck no. In fact I’m going to fuck you as much as I want, whenever I want and if that’s a problem then make it known.” He snapped, which honestly surprised you, “Well? have any other smart ass shit to say to me?” You shook your head at him, “Good, now bring that big soft ass here.” He sat back, and patted his lap, to which you leaned forward and crawled over. You weren’t surprised that he had energy and stamina to spare.

The rest of the night was a blur of various positions, you in his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist to you bent over with him laying hard sharp smacks against your ass. He was rough and you loved it, you gave him few gentle moments and he was desperate for more. He worshipped your body all night, leaving bite marks on his favorite parts and telling you that if you tried to cover them up he’d burn all your clothes and you didn’t doubt the threat one bit.

When morning came you and him were passed out on your futon, covered in dried fluids, various bruises, and scratches. Your door was pounded on and you sat up, using the blanket to cover your chest as the door was slid open by the house owner. You were a sight fore sore eyes, bruised lips from biting and kissing, bite marks and hickeys littered all over your neck and shoulders.

“y/n, The Wind hashira has gone missing! Have you seen hi-” She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide and mouth open. Sanemi stirred next to you with a groan, “Who the fuck is so damn loud so early?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eye and adjusted to the light.

After getting caught you didn’t lose your job, much to your joy, but you were reprimanded. The owner made you assure her that as long as Sanemi didn’t interfere with your work on the grounds you may continue your relationship, given you two didn’t do anymore ‘roughhousing’ while he was healing. Later on, the owner made you swear to keep your noise to a minimum and while you promised you would do your best, sanemi would snort at the owner, telling her he’d do as he pleased.

After that you anticipated every visit. He’d visit even if he wasn’t hurt and it wasn’t always just sex that he was after, he asked you about your pond and about plants he’d seen. The sex was borderline a felony with how rough it was, but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle, if you’d asked for him to be gentle and treat you delicately, he did. There were peaceful mornings when you both lay in your bed, running your hands softly on each other, whispering things you’d never say outside your bedroom.

You both had yet to say that you loved each other, you weren’t sure what you felt for him. Comfortable with this arrangement you two didn’t say a whole bunch outside the bedroom and didn’t answer questions regarding your relationship to others. Although, not many questions were asked seeing as you guys were heard late into the night just how ‘close’ you were.

You loved him, and he loved you, not that either of you would say that.

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I know that it got repetitive after a while and for that I apologize, reblogs are deeply appreciated and I am thinking of writing more parts to this, not as long as this, but maybe some drabbles in between and maybe a fic for before the final battle and at the end of the manga (I’ve read through the manga a long time ago).

Thank you very much for reading and I will be uploading this in two parts on my AO3 account sometime.

#kny #Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi #reader x sanemi #chubby!reader x sanemi #chubby!reader #chubby!reader x anime #This is so ridiculously long #I'm gonna put it on ao3 and split it into 2 parts #kny x you #sanemi shinazugawa x you #sanemi smut

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yamayuandadu · 2 years ago

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I LOVE your work revamping articles on Wikipedia, and I’m hoping and praying you update Yam and Mot 🙏 You’re the only expert accessible online with such an amazing depth of knowledge about the Ugaritic pantheon. You’re fantastic, thank you for all the work you’ve done, and I’m so sorry you haven’t felt appreciated for it before. If you had a KoFi I would donate to it as appreciation for your work, NGL! Have a great day!

Thank you for the appreciation. I am not really an expert, I am a self taught hobbyist. My goal is to show this all can be done by an amateur with enough strong will and a sound methodology. I do think lack of accessibility is a problem, which is why I write the wiki articles in the first place, and why I prioritize open access sources when possible, so that every reader can see on their own where the information comes from. The goods news is, I do plan to work on those two eventually! The bad news: it will probably take a few weeks, maybe months. I would like to almost entirely clear my Mesopotamia "to do" list save for a few behemoths - Enlil, the Adad/Hadad/Ishkur/Ramman article which will be a monumental project like nothing else I've ever done, ancestor deities from god lists (sadly a few articles will forever remain out of my reach, I mostly mean Inanna) before going back to Ugarit. I can share the bibliographies I have prepared for both Yam and Mot later this week though, if there is interest? In case someone is curious: my Ugaritic "to do" wikipedia list includes Yam, Mot, Shahar, Shalim (will do both back to back), Resheph (bibliography is ready), Attar (sources are hard to come by) Kothar, Ashtart and a further update of the Dagan article. I do not think I can handle the horrors presumably lurking in the El, Baal and Athirat articles, at least not in the foreseeable future. I would also like to make pages for the last few leftovers with enough info - Ilib, Qodesh-and-however you transcribe it this week, Shatiqatu, maybe one or two of the really minor deities like personified wine (I mean, I did make a Kinnaru article...). And an "Ugaritic religion" article that's not a redirect and actually talks about Ugarit. As for kofi, this was suggested to me before. Maybe in the winter or next year, I need to think about it. To feel it's fair and square I think I would need to provide some regular schedule of blog content rather than just wiki article editing, and at the moment there is not much of that... I welcome all suggestions, though.

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sourlemon478 · 2 years ago

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I can't afford a computer/laptop so mobile quality is the best you get.

Masterlist(s) near the end.

About me & this blog!

Sour or Lemon, 19, any pronouns (primarily she/her)

Aro/Lesbian

French-Canadian

I like a lot of fandoms but mostly JJK, PtN, and Genshin

This is primarily NSFW but some SFW if requested

Female and N/B characters only as I am uncomfortable writing NSFW for male characters

Please do not repost anything I may post on other sites

Rules

What I won't write

Non-con/dub-con

Furry (ears and tail are fine, but no full fur or animal-like genitalia)

Loli Characters & Loli S/O

Male S/O or F/M

Personalized requests (like you're name)

Poc/religious/trans S/O or HCs. As a white person with no religious background, this is not my place and I do not feel comfortable writing these. For the trans part, I may be agender, but I don't feel it's my place to write for people with those specific identities.

Self-harm, EDs, and most mental disorders. Only ones I'm comfortable writing about, which are the ones I have, are Autism, ADHD, and Depression.

Parent/child Incest (MDLG is fine as long as the aren't related)

What I will write

All kinks I'm familiar with (I'm allowed to deny ones that make me uncomfortable, but that bar is pretty low ngl)

Sensitively topics not mentioned above

Age-gap

Incest (Twin, Sibling, etc, as long as it doesn't break the no Loli or parent/child rules)

Adult/Minor, Teacher/Student, that kinda stuff (I.e Utahime X Mai) (This may have heavy restrictions, and I may just straight up deny a request, but I typically don't mind)

Futa is fine for characters, but unless you specifically ask for it, it will not be assumed

HC & One-Shot Rules

HCs for five characters max

One-Shots for two characters max

Clarify if you want NB S/O or Reader, as fem is always assumed.

One-shots may be a lot slower and/or I may just not get to it. They require a lot more effort and quite frankly my attention span is horrible.

Fandoms + Masterlists

Will add/erase some if I want too

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Genshin Impact

Avatar, The Last Airbender

Mairmashita Iruma-kun

Hunter X Hunter

Love Live School Idol Festival

Love Live Sunshine

Danganronpa

Magical Girl Raising Project

Bocchi the Rock

Path To Nowhere

Off-Characters

Will add/erase some if I want too

Yor Forger (SxF)

Fiona Frost (SxF)

Queen Hiling (Ranking of Kings)

Isabella (TPN)

Haruhi Fujioka (OHSHC)

Verosika (Helluva Boss)

Jaehee (Mystic Messenger)

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orionsangel86 · 1 year ago

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Excellent meta and additions.

I'm sure you guys know how big of an advocate I am for Johanna replacing Thessaly. I absolutely adore the addition of music analysis to support this viewpoint.

Episode 3 of The Sandman is so wild to me because on the one hand, this is supposed to be about Johanna and Rachel, but that is misleading, because this episode really is all about Johanna and Morpheus (whether that upsets you or not is irrelevant to the meta here, the Netflix show is most definitely turning The Sandman into the Morpheus Show and every episode is ultimately all about him, no matter which other characters you may believe it is about at a surface level). I love that @writing-for-life mentioned the rain because its a bit crazy how intense the rain was in this episode. It doesn't actually rain like that in London, other than maybe for quick bursts of a few minutes before turning back into drizzle. But it certainly does rain like that in the Dreaming when Morpheus is upset. This was intentional rain coming down in thick curtains of water specifically to add mood and a touch of romanticism (Good Omens S2 using rain as a metaphor for romance has also clued me into this type of thinking. Yes thank you Crowley we have all seen the famous scene in Four Weddings and a Funeral and we know how Neil Gaiman likes to repurpose his ideas across his projects *cough*MenOfGoodFortuneandGoodOmensSeason1Episode3AreTheSameThing*cough*)

So the rain is significant. But here's the kicker, it's not raining in the comic. All the time John and Morpheus are together, it doesn't rain. There is one panel at the start where we first meet John where its raining, but then it stops. There are no scenes with John and Morpheus standing together in the rain, even at the end (also John asks Morpheus to take away the nightmares. Morpheus doesn't offer. He only does it once asked.)

Yet rain is significant in the comics. Rain and Morpheus at least, is significant, because its associated with Morpheus' feelings and hurt after Thessaly. What better way to indicate to the audience that Johanna is potentially our replacement Thessaly than using rain?

Another really interesting point I found in episode 3 was how Johanna compared herself to Roderick Burgess. Dream immediately dismisses this, but if we think about that comparison on a meta level, it could almost be foreshadowing. Roderick Burgess put Dream in a binding circle and held him prisoner for 100 years. In the comic, Thessaly puts Lyta inside a protection circle, preventing Dream from killing her to save his realm, and ultimately leading to his doom. If Johanna stepped into that role, where SHE is the one who has Lyta in the binding circle, preventing Dream from taking action to save the Dreaming and himself, then in a way, Johanna's claim that she is like Roderick Burgess becomes a self fulfilling prophecy. Roderick Burgess's actions destroyed the Dreaming, and so did Thessaly's, so could Johanna's.

At the end of the day, it's all speculation, but Johanna is in a prime position here and if I was a showrunner trying to turn the behemouth that is The Sandman comic series into a more coherent linear TV show to appeal to the widest possible audience, I would be picking through those comics to figure out where to streamline, where to shift focus, and where to cut and combine characters because hey, budgets are a thing and if we've already got one very popular actress playing a relatively minor role, why not expand her role into something bigger for the show? Why bring in yet another new character and force a romance with our protagonist on an audience that may reject her and find the whole thing rushed and confusing (ngl this was my reaction as a comic fan so it stands to reason that show fans would feel the same) when instead we already have the building blocks for a whole messy romance right there in episode 3 of our show.

It just seems to me that we have both Watsonian AND Doyalist reasons to expand Johanna's role and make her Morpheus' love interest rather than Thessaly. It's a no brainer. I hope they go there. Look characters from the comics are gonna get cut and other characters are gonna take their place. We already have rumours that this is happening with Wanda taking the place of Ruby in Brief Lives, though I don't know where this rumour has come from or how true it is. I know comic fans can be very protective of the source material, and like to dismiss any significant show changes, but a straight adaptation of the Sandman comics is never gonna work, for budget reasons alone. That is a huuuge cast of characters you'd have to cast and it would be jarring for an audience as well. You have to admit it makes sense.

I do just want to add to @tickldpnk8 comment about Dreamling fans not getting their hopes up. I agree that its unlikely that we are gonna get a full on Dreamling romance, I hope most Dreamling fans would understand that. Though I don't doubt that Hob is a character who could also very much get an expanded role. I personally think there is ample place for him in Brief Lives, I also think that this is one place where fandom could very well influence the show because Hob's popularity can't be denied, and the show has already changed the structure of Dream and Hob's future interactions simply by shifting the timeline 30 years into the future. Also I can't deny the way the comic ends. Hob is the last person to actually see Morpheus "alive" out of everyone other than Destruction. The show could take that in many different ways.

Ultimately, I'm on team get rid of Thessaly, bring back Johanna, give Johanna and Morpheus a messy tragic heartbreaking romance that ends in tears and mutual destruction (the foundations are already there) and then continue to play with Dreamling in the subtext. As for what will happen in the end... well, I guess we will have to wait and see.

Thessaly, Johanna and a weird meta about musical motifs (amongst other things)

As a little intro: A lot of people in the fandom want to see Thessaly cut from the TV adaptation, or at least see her changed substantially. I am not necessarily one of them because I don’t think it’s always necessary to blur the lines between fiction and reality that way, and I would be alright with portraying her in a similar way as in the Audible adaptation (where a lot of things have already been changed to make her character more palatable to 21st century audiences). It would also make Morpheus look a bit less morally grey (I mean, he falls in love with someone who is essentially a terrible person, knows it and doesn’t seem to give a shit. Then again, he often is morally grey, and people like to forget that ;)).

Having gotten that out of the road: I *do* think that “A Game of You” is hard to translate to the screen. I absolutely love it in the comics, but I think it’s one of those arcs that is tricky to do well for TV. I’d even go as far as saying it might be a dealbreaker for some people who haven’t read the comic/are show audience only, and it might jeopardise a potential S3. Not because of Thessaly or the plot as such, but because it operates on a similar plane as The Doll’s House, which was jarring to a lot of people in S1. And The Doll’s House has a far more straightforward arc and more Morpheus in it—AGoY has none of these things. I’d personally love to see it, but I would also love to see Morpheus’ full arc being brought to the screen, so I am a bit conflicted. I still think, and of course that’s just a personal opinion, that it would be best to just have little bits and bobs inserted into Season of Mists and do the whole Cuckoo arc as an animation, but that’s just me.

@tickldpnk8 and I already speculated wildly about S2, and sole speculation it is, but maybe you want to check out that post. I’m getting carried away here...

After that longwinded intro: Are we going to get Johanna instead of Thessaly?

What I actually wanted to write about is why the longer I think about it (and I’ve been thinking about it since S1, I'm really that sad), the more I can’t shake the feeling that they *will* replace Thessaly with Johanna. And the fandom is totally divided about it—some love the idea because they had undeniable chemistry in S1, others hate it for various reasons (doing Johanna dirty, keeping Thessaly "intact"--you name it).

I personally think it might actually elevate the story because it would make Morpheus look better (*if* that's what we want--I'm not really sure I do), and that’s what show-only-fans seemingly gravitate towards. As already hinted at, Thessaly/Murphy always seemed a rather unfathomable relationship, and it didn’t just make Murph look stupid, but also, as already mentioned, morally grey and not very discerning in his choice of women (hmm, maybe he just isn’t ;)).

Falling for Johanna wouldn’t be any of this. And it would be so easy to show why it went horribly wrong without making either of them look bad, and you could still feel for both of them. If we think about Johanna’s worst nightmare (literally), it’s what happened to Astra. So she would absolutely and unequivocally support someone like Lyta, who worries about her child. And she would do it for all the right reasons, and not because she’s a selfish bitch who just wants a longer life or is generally spiteful.

And it wouldn’t be hard for Morpheus and Johanna to hook up either. They could even leave the original idea intact: Thessaly just dreamed of him, and they started talking in dreams, bla bla bla. We already have the set-up for that in S1. Morpheus took away Johanna’s nightmare. She could just be grateful, relieved, whatever, and dream of him. Done. And we don’t even need to explain that at great length, because in the comics, we never really see them hook up anyway and just find things out after the deed. Although I personally *want* to see them get hot and heavy on screen, but that’s just me having my mind in the gutter because why would you not to show two sexy people with so much chemistry doing exactly that. However, I’ll survive the disappointment if they don’t—just 😂

But it’s not just the plot. It’s also everything we’ve seen in S1. I have already talked about this in other threads, most recently with @orionsangel86, but literally every shot with them in S1 was framed as a romance shot: the proximity, the play on height difference, the camera angles, the lighting. These are deliberate choices, either to hint at what’s to come, or to set up a distraction, MacGuffin, whatever.

Then the mention of “None of us can be trusted.”

Or the RAIN. I mean, I am so surprised no one has commented on that waterfall of RAIN when they say goodbye (or I’ve just not seen it). You cannot read the comics and ever believe again that Morpheus and rain, no matter where, doesn’t hint at terrible relationship outcomes.

Musical themes, oy!

But the thing that really got me was the use of musical motifs, and I am unfortunately showing my background from a former life here because I can never listen to a movie soundtrack without getting analytical about it. Johanna’s theme is called “Johanna & Rachel”, and it would be easy to just think of it as that. And yes, it is a love theme, but it doesn’t just play for Johanna and Rachel. It plays in Morpheus’ and Johanna’s last scene as well.

And here’s the kicker: Dream’s and her theme complete each other, as in: They both have what the other one is missing. They are musically extremely close, but not identical. Let me explain:

If you think of the opening lines of both of their motifs in scale degrees (like 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-(1)), they look/sound as follows:

Johanna (her motif begins right at the start, so I didn't timestamp it)

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1-(minor3)-7-(2)-(1) | 1-(major3)-m7-1

If I put all of “her” scale degrees in a row, they are: 1-2-3-7

Dream (you actually hear his leitmotifs, and their subtle differences, best in his scenes with John Dee):

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1-(7)-(6)-(5)-(4) | 1-(7)-(6)-2 (video is timestamped)

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1-(7)-(6)-(5)-(aug4) | 1-(7)-(6)-2 (video is timestamped)

If I put all of “his” scale degrees in a row, they are: 1-2-4-5-6-7

Morpheus is missing the third (3). Missing the third, which s considered one of the most consonant intervals and DYNAMIC, also hints at his character, but that just as an aside.

Johanna has the third (both in its minor and major form).

Johanna is missing the fourth, fifth and sixth.

Morpheus has them, in various forms (major and augmented—especially augmented intervals are highly unstable and create a lot of friction).

What they share/have in common are 1, 2 and 7:

The tonic (1) is what everything else hinges on. The supertonic (2) is musically fraught with tension and seeks to resolve into the tonic--back to base or a conclusion/resolution, if you will. The seventh (7), both as a leading note or subtonic, is also that: Tension that needs resolved.

So all they have in common is tension that needs to resolve into some sort of resolution.

(And before we are pointing out the obvious: of course both tunes have more notes in it respectively, but we are talking about the main motifs.)

What’s also super interesting is where their overall themes are going. Johanna’s is initially darker, but it actually has a lot of ascending lines and “light” before plunging back into darkness.

Morpheus’ seems a lot more regal (for lack of better term), but the lines are mostly descending. This becomes even more apparent when we are not just listening to the opening theme, but to the several variations of his theme (his presence can be felt literally everywhere, even in Desire's theme).

It just freaked me out majorly the moment I heard it for the first time in contrast. But I like to over-interpret musical stuff because I just hear it so clearly. I *do* believe that composers do these things on purpose, even if just subconsciously, because we can't separate what we know about a character from how we perceive them musically (I do it as well). Of course that doesn’t always mean that it’s exactly the purpose I am thinking of, or that it hints at whatever is to come. My brain tends to run away with these things.

But yes, musically, they are totally "on track", so let's run with it. I'll admit my embarrassment later when this all goes into a completely different direction ;)

(Also tagging @honeyteacakes in this since I encroached on your comments recently)

#awesome meta #sandman meta #dream of the endless #johanna constantine #morphanna #morpheus x johanna #thessaly #dreamling #hob gadling #sandman speculation #sandman comic spoilers #long post for ts

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Hey, your misfits musical thing sounded super super interesting! Any other details about it that you're willing to share? Minor plot points? Gay Relationship stuff? :0

oh boy this is gonna be long *cracks knuckles* here we go

SO FUN BACKSTORY BEFORE I GET TO THE PLOT PARTS TJXJJS: my sunday school has a tradition of um holding productions of christmas musicals every december. My teachers would find american christian christmas kiddy musicals productions on youtube and then basically um translate all the dialogue to Filipino (the songs stay in English) and have us um reenact the whole thing and ngl it was a lot of fun! I even acted as some of the main roles there when I was like 10-13 so um I can kinda say that I have some experience with musical theatre YAYYY (jk jk that doesn't really count djsff).

When I was around 12-13 years old, I became obsessed with A Very Potter Musical and wondered what it would be like to make AVPM but Christmas so that my church could perform it (very silly idea but shh i was 12 and I was obsessed) and then over time a plot that Was Definitely Not Harry Potter started to form and them um here we are fjsjd so thank you Starkid for making me go down this hellhole

Oki backstory over, now here comes the very long part:

(Also um warning this musical concept involves a lot of religion talk since majority of the thingy is me criticizing a lot of the hypocrisies in religious institutions here based on my experience so um yea proceed with caution if ur sensitive to religion-related stuff)

p.s. ari i am so so sorry but this is so fucking long and definitely more than what you asked for so um yea goodluck fjxjsjf

SO BASICALLY Misfits is about 5 "narrators" - these guys serve as the "floor directors" of the show and um yea they make sure that the plot actuall happens and everything goes exactly according to the script given by the church higher ups or "producers" - who have to bring 3 teens branded by their church as "Misfits" back to Bethlehem 1 CE in order to "teach them a lesson about God" aka convert them to Christianity thus removing the "Misfits" branding. (Also they can only go back once they successfully arrive at the manger because um that's how the producers want it to be tjxjs)

I have to emphasize that although this tackles a lot of stuff related to Christianity and religion as a whole, this really isn't a Christian Musical and that this very morally questionable mission (through the power of Stage Magic and Super Powers, the Narrators essentially bring the Misfits back to the past against their will for the sake of completing their mission) goes horribly, horribly wrong very very quickly.

Throughout the course of the musical, the 5 Narrators struggle to stick to the given script and get their mission done as the 3 Misfits prove to not only be very freaking stubborn but also quite insightful as well as they bring up really good points in regards to religious hypocrisies and socially questionable, prejudiced and backward views commonly held by most religious institutions here i.e gender roles, homophobia, the demonization of science and technology at times, elitism and classism, etc etc (i can only speak in behalf of the Philippines so um yea Philippines). Overall, this is kinda a case study on as to how religion can influence and shape people's mindsets for either the better or the worse and how it is often used by the authorities to simultaneously give hope to the people (especially those of the poorer sectors wherein because of how hopeless the present seems here because a very flawed system kept in place by the exploitative privilged here, they choose to just trust in God instead and also hope that the afterlife is much much better than this shit) while also keeping them in line and like preventing them from rioting. (Church and politics undeniably go hand in hand here even though we have legislations enforcing the separation of the church and state and um yEA THIS WHOLE THING HAS BEEN VERY PROMINENT THROUGHOUT PHILIPPINE HISTORY AND WE CAN ALL THANK THE SPANIARDS but um anyways that'll be a rant for another day)

On a more personal and emotional aspect, this thingy also tackles a lot of stuff I find rather common among kids my age, especially those who had a very Christian upbringing (aka 99.9% of the philippine population tjxbdbf). There's a lot of questioning involved in regards to one's faith, sexuality, perspective and purpose in life and all that fun stuff and how oftentimes said questioning is discouraged due to the church (and ph society overall) wanting us to just like um sTICK TO THE STATUS QUOoOoO and just comply with what is seen as appropriate and godly cause anything out of the ordinary is ngl treated like it's heresy. (YES THERE WILL BE A LOT OF SELF PROJECTION HERE)

One final and important thing to note is that the show is essentially a musical-inside-a-musical in a way fjsjf I originally designed this thing to be like um produce-able on my church's stage (because they were supposed to help me produce the first version of misfits which um yea that's def not gonna happen now tjxjdv) which um kinda looks like the OG Spring Awakening Stage (and yes Misfits is very much inspired by Spring Awakening God I love that show) which is why the show is kinda stylized like a concert with handheld mics and all wherein um the 5 narrators are aware that they are putting on a show to the point of even directly addressing the audience a lot while the 3 Misfits (except for 1 which i'll get to in a bit) aren't aware that they are in a show. The three do eventually find that out and that's when all hell breaks loose to the point that the "producers" (represented by Hades-ish voices) have to intervene by literally changing and manipulating the show's setting and plot to make sure that their script gets followed and that's when the characters really try to break the show to get out of it bUT THE POINT I WANNA MAKE HERE IS THXJD keeping in mind that I had initially planned for Misfits to be produced by my church prior to the many drastic changes, the show the narrators were putting on (aka the musical-inside-the-musical) was made with the intention to pander to a Very Religious Audience. Successfully convincing people to convert to Christianity, especially those of the youth, is what many religious audiences want to see and that is exactly what the "producers" have written for the 5 "narrators and floor directors" to enact. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a Christian and preaching the Gospel and bringing in new believers isn't essentially a bad thing; if they want to believe in the religion then woo good for them! But, such preaching becomes detrimental when you take away one's agency and basically force them into Christianity by means of guilt tripping and manipulation which is sadly very much a reality here (again, a rant for another day) and a representation of such is shown here in the show where um the 3 Misfits were basically forced into this show that 5 Narrators are putting on and, through the influence of the 5 Narrators, the 3 Misfits have to decide to become "good Christian youths" for the show to conclude because that's show the "producers" have written. So when the 3 Misfits stubborness goes to the point that even the 5 Narrators start questioning the morals of their mission, that's when the show starts to go off-script and that's when the production starts to like umm "break" and whenever that happens, the "producers" start speaking to the Narrators, reminding them that they have an audience that they need to please and a message that they need to convey.

So while the Misfits (2 of them, at least, cause um the third one has um yea i'll get to him in a bit) mainly focus on figuring out what in the everliving fuck is going on (while also dealing with their um unfortunate circumstances, childhood trauma, a shit ton of guilt and the concept of salvation and self-forgiveness), the Narrators are tasked with the burden of carrying the show and making sure that the audience finds it appealing while trying to convince themselves that what the church wants them to do is "right" and what the Misfits keep telling them is "wrong" ala um Holier-Than-Thou mindset. Once they eventually start becoming more willing to see the true nature of both the Misfits and the Producers despite the fear of disappointing everyone who's watching, that's when the Narrators and Misfits all start breaking the show by going off-script and completely destroying the plot and production that the Producers have made for the audience - thus making a statement of refusing to comply with a flawed system for the sake of audience approval while also making the first step to fixing that system for the good of all.

Also fun fact: Although it'll make my job a lot harder because I am more fluent in English than in Filipino, i wanna write the thingy in both English and Filipino fjxjdf the dialogue can be Taglish but um the songs that are "part of the script" aka what the Producers want the characters to sing are in English while the songs that aren't part of the script are in Filipino; songs that are both in Filipino and in English are um i guess indicative of the struggle to follow the script while also trying to do what you believe is right (an example of a song with that style is Interpretasyon - which means Interpretation and um Ezekiel (one of the Misfits) sings in Filipino while Joshua (leader of the narrators) sings in English and um just imagine Wallflower cuz IT IS VERY MUCH LIKE WALLFLOWER GJDJNF) and um yea i kinda imagine it to be some sort of rock-pop musical concert thingy so um woo thank you pma for once again influencing my work

SO ANYWAYS UM THAT WAS LONG SO LET'S GO TO THE GAY SHIT

Okay so far 4/8 of the characters here have queerness directly related to their individual plotlines here but um yea honestly i'm tempted to make all of them queer CAUSE IT'S FUN oki so um anyways on to the character dynamics (I won't be able to include more in depth descriptions because im hungry and GOD THIS IS LONG so um yea)

June & Anna (Narrator 2) - oki so June here is one of the Misfits and she's from the poorer sectors (i'm still working on her backstory to make it more believable but um yea) and she isn't able to go to school due to having to prioritize providing for her family first. Due to a very unfortunate childhood event (one that involves Zack, another Misfit), she had to grow up fast and now appears to have a rather jaded view of the world. Anna, one of the Narrators, is the very opposite of that - she's privileged and wealthy-as-fuck and seems to be very optimisitc and friendly. However, ever since she has been blackmailed by her own churchmates for merely questioning her sexuality (true story), she became a more reserved and emotionally closed person despite her very friendly and cheerful demeanor. So when she finds out that June's music carries a lot of beautiful insight and hope in spite of her unfortunate circumstances (the two girls bond over music btw that's how Anna got June to trust in her), she becomes confused because how can June, a girl who has nothing, not even faith, still have hope that she'll be able to find some semblance of happiness while Anna, who has everything, has such a downtrodded view of the world? So um basically their dynamic will also consist of Anna checking her privilege, June explaining how good people turn against the world when the world turns against them (YES A LOT OF TALK ABOUT POVERTY AND HOW THAT IS A RESULT OF CAPITALISTIC EXPLOITATION) (yes June will talk about that a lot), and um what it means to hope with or without faith and what it means to trust another and oneself again. Oh and also lots of philosophy talk and emotional expression through music wie

Zack and Mikael (Narrator 3) - Zack, another Misfit, is a childhood friend of June and a younger stepbrother of Ezekiel (the third Misfit). After Zack and June lost contact after the 'unfortunate childhood event' (i am not sure on what exactly it'll be but in the earlier drafts a fire burned both of their homes and killed both of their dads and rn I have a song concept describing that called "Umaapoy" which means "Burns" but i dunno i'm still working on it), he became best friends with Mikael and um yea said best-friendship was Definitely Not Platonic. After a picture of them kissing was sent to not only the school principal but to basically everyone in the school, both of their parents were called to the principal's office which led to both of the boys moving to different schools to um mitigate the damage i guess gjdjd while Zack's mom eventually learned to accept her son's sexuality, Mikael um wasn't so lucky - I'd say he went through um a lot of religious intervention almost akin to conversion therapy which then um yea has caused him a lot of internalized homophobia and um yea Mikael and Zack haven't been able to talk or even chat in about 3-4 years so imagine Mikael's surprise when he found out that his mission involved Zack - who does not and cannot recognize Mikael because welp not part of the script. Zack, a bit braver now, takes a liking to Mikael and wants to at least be friends with him partly because he somehow finds him really familiar while um Mikael tries to maintain a strictly professional demeanor out of fear that Zack will recognize him and out of fear that he'll fall in love with Zack again. Their dynamic will also include um learning to trust one another and oneself again (like June & Anna's dynamic), to learn how to be brave and be sure in one's beliefs (Mikael um doesn't really speak up that much out of fear while Zack is not only outspoken, but is also an activist - this is another one of the many reasons why Zack is branded as a "Misfit" aside from the fact that he's gay and um yea Ezekiel spends almost 2 minutes berating Joshua for this out of pure anger and disgust), and what it means to reconnect with the past and to forgive oneself (although that is much more expounded upon with June & Zack's dynamic).

Ezekiel and Joshua (Narrator 1) - SAY HI TO THE RILEY AND CAIRO DYNAMIC WOOOOOOO but yea ari dude your analysis on Riley and Cairo (and Kate) being the Main MAIN characters and everything about cheerwives gave me a lot of think about and SO I PUT IT IN HERE WOOOOOO so basically um Ezekiel is the older stepbrother of Zack and the first of the 3 Misfits to figure out that they are in a show. He figures this out because he recognizes Joshua aka the leader of the Narrators aka his former churchmate and ex-bestfriend. He also realizes that they are in a show because he recognizes their tricks which he knew about because he had participated in these missions before as one of the Narrators (Joshua and Ezekiel are older than the rest of the cast and the other narrators don't know that Ezekiel was once a Narrator as well). Due to an Unfortunate Incident (that i'm still working on) 3 years prior to the events in the show, Ezekiel cut off all ties to the church but he is still viewed as this "perfect role model golden boy" which is why the 4 Narrators were shocked to find out that Ezekiel was part of their mission. Joshua, knowing that the real reason to his sudden involvement is due to "producers" somehow finding out their secret about the Unfortunate Incident, lied and told the others that he was just included to make converting his brother a lot easier, which they believed. Out of all the narrators, Joshua is the one who tries his best to stick to the script the most because he knows that if he doesn't, the true nature of that Unfortunate Incident will not only be revealed to his companions but to everyone else watching. Meanwhile Ezekiel, who doesn't know that him being involved in this mission is some sort of um penance for his involvement in that Unfortunate Incident, tries his hardest to sabotage he show by being the most outspoken when pointing out a lot of hypocrisies within religious institutions and in ph society in general (he refuses to tell the other two that they are in a show though because if that happens, he knows the Narrators, Joshua especially will um get very heavily scolded by the producers and despite everything, he still cares for Joshua a lot). I'd say that these two are the ones that push the plot the most - one wants to push the show accordingly to plan in order to please the audience and the producers and in order to not let his and Ezekiel's secret go out while the other wants to push the show off-script in retaliation against the producers (and yes the Unfortunate Incident involved the time travelling thingy which is why he really wants to sabotage this). In fact, these two have 2 duets that are basically them trying to convince the other to go along with their plan ("Interpretasyon" which means Interpretation and "Sikreto" which means secret). This dynamic involves um yea trying to convince the other to switch sides gjxjd and um reconciliation, responsibility out of guilt, and what it means to forgive oneself (forgiveness is a common theme here) and to start to heal from trauma and to not deny the existence of said trauma any longer.

NOW ORIGINALLY I REALLY DID NOT INTEND THE JOSHUA AND EZEKIEL DYNAMIC TO BE GAY BUUTT WHEN I WAS THINKING OF THE LYRICS, I REALIZED THAT OUT OF CONTEXT, IT SOUNDED VERY GAY SO UM HERE'S AN EXCERPT OF SIKRETO (still not finished writing the thingy)

Joshua: (singing to Ezekiel) (this is also the first time Joshua sings a Filipino solo so this is him breaking the script for the first time) (also um yea the translations aren't direct translations cause I wanted to make them rhyme fnxnf) (So to those who know filipino i am terribly sorry cause yup this isnt an accurate translation fjfjd)

Ang natitirang alaala ay aking binura (I have scrubbed away all the memories that may have still remained)

‘di ko na sila kilala (I don't know them anymore)

Kinalimutan na kita (I have forgotten about your name)

Ngunit ang bigat ng pagsisisi ang aking dinadala (But the weight of regret, I carry all the same)

Ang sakit sa balikat, lagi kong dinarama (I constantly feel the sting of my shoulders' pain)

Pero masasabi ko pa rin na sinusubukan kong itama (But at least I can say, I tried to right-)

Ang aking mga pagkakamali (all that's wrong)

Ikaw, saan ka pumunta? (What about you? Where in the world have you gone?)

Tumakbo ka lang at iniwan mo ako (You ran, you just ran, and left me behind)

Sa pagbubuhat ng kasalanan at sikreto (In carrying the sins and secrets, and you paid me no mind)

Pero pinapanatili ko paring malinis ang ating munting kwento (But I stillade sure I kept our little story clean)

Patuloy na sinisigurong ‘di nila malalaman ang totoo (I kept on making sure the truth would never be seen)

Alam na natin ang kwento (We already know the story)

Alam na natin ang kwentong kailangang itago (We know the story that we need to hide)

Itong munting sikreto ay kailangan burahin (This little secret that has to be erased)

Ating pagkakamali, patuloy na bubuhatin (We will have to always carry, our sins and our mistakes)

Alam na natin ang kwento (We already know the story)

Alam natin ang katotohanan ng nakaraan (We very well know the truth of the past)

Ito'y nakabakas sa isipan, ‘di natin malilimutan (We'll never forget what will remain ingrained in our minds)

At sa Diyos na lang natin mahahanap ang kapatawaran (And from only God could we find forgiveness for what we left behind)

Habang buhay bubuhatin ng konsensiya (Forever will our consciences bear the weight and carry

ang ating pagkakasala, ang kwento't sikreto nating dalawa (our sins kept in secrecy, the story of you and me)

Pero ngayon, ‘di ko alam paano pero nalaman nila (But now, I don't know how, but somehow they know)

At ngayon, dinedemanda na nila ang penitensya (And now, penitence is what they demand)

Kaya ngayon, naghihingi ako ng pasensiya (So now, patience and forgiveness is what I ask)

Sa iyo at sa kanila (From you and from them)

Sa aking gagawin at mga nagawa (for what I'll do and I've done)

Baka nga (Perhaps)

Tama nga mga sinabi mo (What you've said all this time is right)

Na ‘di tayo ang tanging may sala rito (That we aren't the ones only at fault here)

Pero ‘di ko matatakasan ang aking naging tungkulin (But I can't really escape my little role here, because)

Sana ‘di mo nakalimutan: lahat sila nakatingin (God I hope you haven't forgotten: they're all looking at us)

Lagi silang nakatingin (Always looking at us)

Kahit ano man ang iyong gawin (No matter what we do)

Tayo'y mananatili sa entablado (On the stage we shall stay)

At lahat sila nakatingi- (And the stares still won't go awa-) (He then realizes that he's on stage and Should Not Be Having A Breakdown In Front Of The Audience Because Duh and Because That's Not Part Of The Script)

SO UM YEA IN RETROSPECT SOME OF THOSE LYRICS COULD ALSO REFER TO SOME SECRET NOT-PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP THAT THE AUDIENCE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT YET (because the Secret doesn't get revealed til much later) WHEN IN ACTUALITY IT'S ABOUT THE TRUTH BEHIND WHAT HAPPENED 3 YEARS PRIOR TO THE EVENTS IN THE SHIW AND NOT GONNA LIE,,, THEM BEING IN A NOT-SO-PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP KINDA ALSO WORKS SO I'M CONSIDERING MAKING THEM HAVE SOME ROMANTIC HISTORY TOO JDHXBSJF

Oki that's all for today hdhdh there are two more characters (narrators 4 and 5) but i'm still working on them and i kinda wanna make the both of them not cis cause WHY NOT also i have been typing this for like 6 hours now and i'm tired and hungry so tjjxjs anyways if you read to the end, I'm sending you carbonara-

#I HAVE TYPED THIS #FOR 6 HOURS #I AM SO FUCKING TIRED GJXJSJJD #ARI I AM SO SO SORRY I WAS NOT EXPECTING FOR THIS WHOLE THING TO BE THIS LONG #but i guess thats what happens when you work on a thingy for 4 years fjsjf #FBZJSJJF ARI MY DUDE UM GOODLUCK AAAAAAA #God i hope you make it to the end gjxjdjf #um feel free to like reblog this in the tags if you wanna express ur thoughts there! i'd love to know what you think about this clusterfuck #the same goes for anyone woo feel free to rb if u wanna!!#SO ANYWAYS I AM TIRED AND WILL NOW EAT CARBONARA #once again ari i am so sorry jfhxhf #ari! (wattblr tag rambler yay!)#ask me stuff #izzy's rambles and shit #religion tw #ask to tag

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