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eluminium · 2 years ago

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I posted 1,473 times in 2022

That's 1,184 more posts than 2021!

137 posts created (9%)

1,336 posts reblogged (91%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bucket-of-amethyst

@the-king-of-lemons

@impulsesv-but-everywhere

@luigra

@eluminium

I tagged 1,105 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#dose of impulse - 535 posts

#dose of skizz - 272 posts

#dose of bdubs - 81 posts

#impulsesv - 63 posts

#el rambleth - 51 posts

#dose of tfc - 43 posts

#el answereth - 36 posts

#dose of gem - 35 posts

#dose of tango - 33 posts

#double life spoilers - 32 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i love grian as much as anyone else but honestly i'd rather not have him be involved in any resistence plot because we've already done that

My Top Posts in 2022:

appearently Joe said "maybe ive been instructed to make a sign to passively-aggressively shame impulse. no im just kidding i dont think impulse does drugs" in response to someone asking them about the "Winners don't do drugs" King Ren screen on the arcade. Which, while hilarious on its own, just made me think of like, soup group seeing that screen.

Like they see the king ordering them not to do something??? He dare extend his authority like this???? Well no king can tell THEM what to do!

Cue a meetup at the little research office in Pearls mushroom where Impulse is crying on the floor because he can't roll a blunt right, (Grian and Ren rolled all his blunts in the Hippie era, his hands were and are too big and clumsy for this) Pearl is trying to mix weed into a soup they're gonna give to the king but shes not familiar with the plant either so shes also struggling, and Gem is blazing it up with absolutely no problem. Shes a nature Elf, how the fuck did the others ever think she didn't know her way around plants like these

(weed is also legal in Canada. Its not in Australia but it IS in Arizona. Impulse is knowledgeable about the drug its just been so long since the Hippie days, hes been too much of a good boy lately. Hes lost the little blunt rolling skills he had :[ he was bragging about it to Gem and Pearl too and now hes made a fool out of himself :[[[)

Shoutout to @potionofinstantdamage for reporting that Joe quote and indirectly causing me to create this post.

527 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

Useless Facts about ImpulseSV: the post

Welcome to “Useless Facts about Impulse”. The title says it all. I am Eluminium, that one fuck who decided to watch every single Impulse hermitcraft season and actually fucking did it, and I have a bunch of completely useless knowledge from it now. AND I SHALL SHARE IT WITH YOU SO YOU TOO MAY ALSO BE ENLIGHTENED! Also cuz i’m bored as shit (Btw i’ll probably keep adding onto this post as I remember or gain more useless knowledge) People who’ve blessed this post with more facts: @bucket-of-amethyst @tsukinouta LET THE FACTS BEGIN! First addition of facts: August 7th 2022

-Out of every single base Impulse has constructed on Hermitcraft, 3 and a half of them have featured water as a major design element. These would be the City of Atlantis (S5), iBay (S6), The Pyramid (S7), and the half is his “starter base” temple (S3). (I count it as a half because he spent a considerable amount of time designing it but it isn’t his main base so to say.) -Impulse has two seasons of Hermitcraft that are the exact same lenght in terms of episodes, these being S3 and S4, both having 57 episodes. -Impulse’s longest season is S6 with 113 episodes, and his shortest is S8 with 35 episodes -Out of every base Impulse has built, only 2 of them do not feature his logo on the inside or outside in it’s final design. These are iBay (S6) and The Pyramid (S7)

-Impulse is shorter then Bdubs IRL. Bdubs claims to be 5′10 while Impulse claims to be 5′8. This makes fanon extremely hilarious

-In S4, the safe rooms Impulse and Tango constructed in the Wither Skeleton farm were called “The Sissy Room”, but only for one episode. After that it’s never mentioned again.

-Impulse’s wife (Ms. Impulse) has never touched Minecraft because she’s an interior designer and would most likely disappear off the face of the Earth if she ever let herself play the game. It hasn’t stopped Impulse from trying a few times though.

-Impulse has a habit of biting off more than he can chew. In 4 out of 7 seasons he’s been in there have been obvious projects that were never finished. These are in order: The roof of his and Tango’s shared Mega Base (S3), A fair amount of The City of Atlantis (S5), The missing farms on the Phinias Board (S7) and the interior of The Candy Factory (S8)

-Impulse’s current keyboard (At the time of writing) was custom made by his son

-In both S3 and S7, Impulse used the exact same floor desgin and armor stand gimmick for his Patreon Monument.

-One of the reasons Impulse and Skizzleman remain such close friends today was because he found a book on networking on Skizz’s bedroom floor when they were both looking to go to a new collage. They both went to the same Networking class after Impulse suggested it and have been glued together ever since. -They absolutely hated that networking class though

-Impulse has had 4 piercings in total. One in the tongue, one eyebrow one, one nipple, and one in the ear. Both the eyebrow one and the nipple one were taken out after they got caught on various zippers, and the ear one was something he did together with his drumline. None of them survived to the present day though.

-Impulse has sold enchanting related things in 4 out of 7 seasons (S4 S5 S6 S9)

-Impulse used to be completely bald and beardless until he grew out his hair and a beard for a No Shave November challange and people said it fit him. He hasn’t returned to baldness since that (At the time of writing) -Every since their introduction, Impulse always carries a totem on him. Although he has a resource pack that makes the totem invisible in first person so it won’t block up the screen as much.

-His Guardian Goodies shop building in S7 is an exact replica of a Guardian “shop” (everything was free) xB designed in S3

-Impulse has won every single “How to Kill” compitition, and with the exact same concept to boot. In “How to Kill a Doc” he made a bunch of traps that looked like the final blow but weren’t, instead having the killing strike be deliver by Impulse himself. In “How to Kill a Tango” he did the exact same thing, although the final blow should have been delt by a Magma Cube instead. Both of these killing machines also share similar surprises. Both involve fire charges (One from dispensers, one from a live Ghast), anvil launchers and TNT. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it i suppose?

-Impulse actually bought the “copyright rights” to the “i” brand from Iskall in S6 so he could keep iTrade open without confusion. Never got something similar from iJevin thought.

-When S6 updated to the villager update, Impulse managed to obtain a glitched Farmer Villager who never locked up his trades no matter how much you traded with him. Although he did lose a fair amount of villagers in iTrade too, so it was more a soul for a soul.

-The only season Impulse was part of that never had Elytras was ironically S3, the one with amplified terrain.

-The first time Impulse properly tested out the Elytra, it lagged so bad he died from fall damage by falling into Xisumas Guardian Farm. The elytra refused to open.

-Impulse and Tango has had an agreement since Impulse joined in S3 that they can take certain resources from each other’s storages and farms without asking before hand. They call this “Mi casa, Ti casa” or “My house, your house”.

-In 4 out of 7 seasons, Impulse has had at least one entire video that centers around either a request from xB, or featuring xB himself. (S3 S4 S5 S7)

-The “SV” in impulseSV could be read as “impulsive” but it actually stands for Impulse’s IRL initials

-Impulse was introduced to Minecraft via his son, who wanted to get into gaming. Impulse mostly played shooters but he didn’t want his kid to play those types of games at his age, so a coworker suggested Minecraft. Although his kid didn’t know anything about the game, so he had to hop on and learn too.

-Impulse plays Minecraft with an inverted mouse. This is because he got so used to flying helicopters in various shooters it made more sense to his brain that dragging the mouse down means up, and pushing it up means down.

-Impulse started out as a fan of Tango’s until he learned that he and Tango are pretty similar in age and in video style. So he e-mailed Tango about a collab and he accepted. Later they learned they lived incredibly close to each other and went out for some “sodas” (aka BEERS). The rest is history.

-The name Impulse along with the black and yellow colour scheme is something Impulse stole from his drumcore’s name and colour scheme. His favourite colour is actually purple.

-Impulse and Skizz live in the same neighbourhood (at the time of writing)

Second addition of facts 9th of August 2022

-Impulse has a dog (specifically a Border Collie) named Prim and a cat named Luna. Luna was a gift for his older daughter. Impulse wasn’t the biggest fan of cats until his wife got one, and he fell in love as well.

-He and Skizz have been best friends for over 25 years (at the time of writing)

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818 notes - Posted August 7, 2022

“There’s only two genders, MCC winner and non MCC winner” well damn Impulse congrats on your transition!!!!

1,253 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

Impulse: does an entire week of recording, including two videos, one of which for a major server event, and then an entire 4 hour livestream that was an EVEN BIGGER server event WHILE SICK ENOUGH THAT HE SKIPPED AN ENTIRE WEEK OF STREAMING

Impulse, the day after:

Oh wow. How did this happen. What a mystery. (Affectionate)

1,747 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

IMPULSE JUST CHUCKED THE QUEST RULEBOOK INTO THE OFFERINGS PIT LIVE AND DECLARED ANARCHY HES DOING IT. HE’S GOING OFF HIS ROCKER! IT’S ALL I’VE EVER ASKED FOR-

2,367 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years ago

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Halloweek: Day 4

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @damnnhausen , @starwithaheart, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat , @auburnwrites , @brie-mode-activated

Shoutout to @letsgivethisonemoreshot for sparkling my imagination with her original idea

Everyone in Sandy Fork - Delaware knew about them. In fact, once you moved here two months ago, they were the only subject the town folk and neighborhood seemed to be desperate to tell you about - even more so because you now lived two houses down from theirs.

”Don’t go out at night or alone and don't ever go inside those woods…Lord knows what these people are capable of. I’ve heard things…screams and cries for help coming from somewhere inside those woods. Trust me when I say you might want to keep your distance from them” You’ve lost count of how many times you’d heard that phrase in the past two months. Having lived in Los Angeles for the majority of your adult life, you doubted there was something those crazy hillbillies could do to scare you.

People love to invent stories about others, of that you most certainly knew. And having encountered the Briscoes a handful of times since you moved, you could say they weren’t as bad as people painted them to be. Mark - the younger brother, was the one you encountered the most. Whether it was in the grocery store or coming home from work, you constantly bumped into the man. He sure is a bit funky but then again, you were from L.A. and used to eccentric people.

If you were being honest, the man wasn’t that scary. He helped you sometimes with your groceries and even offered to help when he saw you struggling with the lawnmower, plus he wasn’t that bad, with a few more regular showers, a trip to the barber shop and new clothes he would look quite presentable. But the one that sure was a sight for sore eyes was his older brother - Jay.

You saw him less frequently and your encounters had been a bit more weird than the ones with Mark. Jay was more reserved, not shy, but more so the quiet type. You only met him three times but those were enough to make his presence known.

The first time you met was when Mark introduced you the day he helped with the lawnmower. The younger Briscoe was the one who did all the talking, with Jay only saying a brief “Nice to meet ya” two minutes before leaving back to his house.

The second encounter was a month after you moved. You were finishing polishing your car when you felt someone looking at you, one quick look over your shoulder confirmed your suspicions of being spied on. Except your spy made no effort to make himself unknown.

Jay was leaning against your fence with no shirt on, sipping on a beer and intently staring at you. His green orbs were shamelessly glued to your curves, traveling up and down your body before they went back up to your face. A shiver of need went down your spine and even underneath the summer sun you felt goosebumps rising on your skin. After what felt like ages, you finally asked “Can I help you with something?”. The only response you got from him was a sly smirk before he walked away.

And the third and last encounter was two days ago. You had enjoyed a much needed night out in town at Earl’s bar and grill. You had a few drinks, some warm food and since it was still early and a warm night you decided to walk back home instead of taking an Uber.

On the way back, you passed by The Briscoes’ house and some movement by the window caught your attention. Looking towards the front window, you saw a naked woman pressed against the glass. Her long, blonde hair was wrapped around Jay’s wrist as he pounded her from behind. Her eyes were closed in pure bliss and her mouth moved with unrecognizable words, but his gaze was fixed on you. You felt your cheeks burning with embarrassment as he mouthed “I want you”.

You licked your dried lips and speed walked down the street towards your house, where you spent the rest of the night fantasizing about the handsome hillbilly.

You felt like a teenager all over again, being dared by your friend to go into the “forbidden woods” on Halloween night. Flashbacks of earlier tonight replayed in your mind…

“This is so stupid. There’s nothing in those woods! We both know the Briscoes are not the country version of the Boogie Man” You rolled your eyes in annoyance “Aren’t you a little too old to believe in neighborhood gossip?”

“Well, then prove me wrong” Mitch chuckled before making a toast with your beer bottles “Remember to call me if something goes wrong…I’ll make sure to call the police”

“I thought you were supposed to go rescue me! What kind of a man are you?” You joked with a smirk.

“The smart kind ” He laughed out loud and closed the front door of your house once he was out.

“This is so fucking stupid” You mumbled to yourself as the flashlight lightened the path inside the woods. The only sounds you could hear were the leaves moving on the branches due to the wind and the small twigs breaking underneath your feet. The more you entered the distant woods, the darker and creepier it got. The silence was deafening and successful in creating one of the most terrifying places you’d ever been in.

“Why am I doing this again? Oh yeah, because Mitch is a fool and I’m an even bigger idiot! This is so dumb and pointless” You stopped in your tracks as you continued to talk to yourself “You know what? Fuck this and fuck Mitch. I’m going home”.

When you were about to turn around to go back home, a loud scream came from further in the woods. *What the actual fuck? No…it can’t be true. Oh God, please don’t tell me that those crazy hillbillies actually kill people in these goddamn woods. Can you imagine a sadder death though? Killed by two psycho brothers in fucking Delaware of all places! Jesus Christ, I should’ve stayed in L.A.* The unspoken dialogue roamed your mind until another loud scream made you freeze in place. Your ears seemed to pick up on every little sound and it didn’t take long enough for you to find out what was happening in those woods.

What you learned to be a female voice screamed and moaned while she begged for the younger Briscoe to “please, go faster”. You held back a loud laugh of relief upon understanding what they actually did inside those woods, “If the people only knew” You whispered to yourself before walking back towards your house. The fit of laughter soon died on your lips when you noticed the living room light on, *I didn’t leave it on. I turned off all the lights before I left* The thought roamed your mind and anxiety creeped up on you.

Your breath left in shallow pants as you walked up the four stairs of your front porch. The front door was partially open and when you stepped inside your living room, you quickly took one of the iron fire pokers and called “I’m armed, asshole! You got two minutes to get out through the kitchen door unless you want to celebrate Halloween in the ICU!”

The house remained dead silent as you walked towards the dining room area. As soon as you stepped inside the cozy room, a pair of arms hooked around yours, keeping your arms glued to your body and preventing you from defending yourself. You kicked and fought against the man’s grip, trying your best to set yourself free.

“Ya know, when they say city girls are damsels in distress they clearly haven’t met you yet” The unmistakable voice and accent somehow eased your anxious self and made your breathing normal again. “What are you doing in my house? I don’t recall saying you could come in” You looked over your shoulder at the green eyes that now stared back at you with malice

“But you did want me here” Jay smirked as he loosened his grip around you so you could turn around to face him. “I might be ignorant, but I think that the copy of your front door key placed on my window sill kinda speaks for itself, don't ya think?”.

“Have you ever thought it could be for Mark, not you?”

“If it was for Mark, you’d be the one screaming inside those woods right now” He pushed you back until your lower back bumped against the dining room table “But we both know that’s not what you want…No, you want - need something beyond that…something Mark can’t give ya” Jay leaned forward, tracing the pulse point of your neck with the tip of his nose. “But you know that I can. I can give you what you want and so much more, right, little peach?” His lips now hovered above yours, beard tickling your skin as he whispered “Isn’t that what all of you city girls want? A rough, crude hillbilly to give you the time of your life. Do you in a way none of those playboys can? Treat you like you’re nothing more than a pretty and preppy fuck toy. Toss you around, slap ya in the face, shove you face down on the mattress, spit in your mouth, pull your hair, spank you and watch the posh girl melt away with that pretty makeup on your face”.

“Jay” His name left your lips in a begging tone. Despair, need and want were written all over your eyes as you placed your hands on his biceps “Please”.

Jay’s smirk turned into a toothy grin as he clasped his hand around your throat “Shhh, shut up” His free hand roughly groped your breast, earning a soft moan from you. “I hope you know what you’re in for, peach. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll never want anything but this hillbilly’s dick inside of you”.

#maso’s halloweek 2022 #jay briscoe fanfiction #jay briscoe x reader #jay briscoe imagine #jay briscoe #the briscoes #masochist writes

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hellfirehaley · 2 years ago

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Strange Love Chapter 3

CW: drug use (marijuana), language, angst, memory of infidelity.

Word Count: 5.1K

AN: Shoutout to @mvnsoneddie86 for being an amazing human being who supported me throughout my entire writer's block last week.

A few things:

This chapter was originally twice as long but after discussing it with my showrunner (aka my husband); I made the executive decision to cut it in two and edit the second half a little more diligently. So let me know what you think and what you'd like to see. I'll try to have the next part out on time next week (I promise).

I'm not sure who has seen it but I do mini updates throughout the week on my progress under the tag 'Strange Love An Eddie Fic' so it'll be easier to find my ramblings as opposed to digging around for it. There's also a masterlist pinned to my blog if you ever get lost. If there was anything you wanted to tell me you liked or disliked, message me. My DMs are ALWAYS open.

September 21, 1985

School had been in session for a month and you were already stressed from homework and pressure from Mom to participate. You went to one game last night to support Ali and Robin to prove a point. Your mom, temporarily pacified, let you have the girls over today for a girls day/sleepover. You felt you had barely seen them due to band, debate and photo obligations.

You got up around 10 and called both girls asking what they wanted to do today and you all decided on a spa day: deep conditioning or masking your hair, mud facial masks, cucumbers (for the eye bags) . Upon ending the call, you ran up to your room and got dressed in a pair of tights, your Runaways shirt, a red and black flannel that was a little too big for you, grabbed your keys and put on your Converse before running to the grocery store (grabbing cookies, cupcakes, chips, assorted candies and the latest Tiger Beat and Cosmopolitan issues. You also grabbed a new vial of nail polish, wanting to try the new blood red color from Revlon, a green for Robin and another bottle of dye for Ali’s color touchup.

By the time you arrived back at your house, Ali’s Buick was parked out front of your house. You waved at them as you pulled in the driveway, putting it in park. They walked up to the car, pulling up their sleeves ready to help.

“Hey Y/N. Ready for some gossip and girls day?” Robin said chipperly. You giggled and nodded, closing the door behind you. They grabbed the bags and followed you into the house as you unlocked the door.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been? Tell me everything!” Ali gushed, walking in and going straight to the kitchen, Norm on her heels. Robin followed behind as you closed the door behind you. You got out all of the bowels as Ali set out the candy and Robin fixed everyone a drink. You really loved having such an unspoken bond with the girls. Not having many friends made you appreciate the ones you did have.

“So Vickie noticed my hair in the band yesterday and I almost choked on my own tongue. She said and I quote “Hey did you do something different to your hair? It looks shinier than normal.” THAN NORMAL? Does that mean that she noticed it before? That she was aware of what my hair normally looks like so she can tell when I do something different?” Robin said, handing each of you a glass of New Coke before pacing the kitchen while she went on.

“I mean do you wanna do something different to it? Wanna tease it or crimp it next time?” you offer trying to help as you took a sip of your own soda

“No, maybe next time I can get some highlights done before the weather drops. I’m sure we will figure out something ladies cause I wanna keep this streak up of Vickie noticing me.” Robin gushed, thinking about her red-haired amore.

“Plus we need to update Ali’s color so that pink really pops for Steeeeeve.” you tease, poking Ali in the side as she swats you away.

“Oh my god stop. You already know he is never gonna see me like that. I’m doing this for myself.” Ali said powerfully as you and Robin applauded her, hyping her up.

“Now we need music.” Robin said, going to the record collection in the dining room. She immediately chose the Escape album from Journey, the sounds of Don’t Stop Believing blasting through your house.

“Just a small town girl living in a lonely world; she took the midnight train going anywhere.” Robin sang as she started dancing towards you two

“Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit. Took a midnight train going anywhere” Ali sang, holding Robin’s hand dramatically.

“A singer in a smoky room, a smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile, they can share the night. It goes on…” you sang as the other two girls joined in singing the rest in harmony (loudly) while getting the mud mask materials mixed together and cutting up some cucumber slices. It was a cooler day so it was perfect for your masks. You applied Robin’s first since she was always antsy and couldn’t sit still, then Ali’s. Cucumbers in hand, you opened the screen door letting Norm come hang out with you, the sounds of Journey playing faintly on your patio. You set a timer to 15 minutes before you wash off the masks.

“So I like Vickie, Ali likes Steve so that leaves you Y/N. Who do you like this year? Any potential suitors?” Robin asked as you were applying the goopy mess to your face.

“I don’t do crushes ladies, you know that.” you state spreading the thick mix around your nose.

“Yeah yeah we know but we’re talking hypothetical” Ali urged, really curious. You told her everything and she knew your type but wanted to hear it from you.

“Well hypothetically it would be someone who challenges me. Someone who makes me feel like a better person without relying on them constantly. Someone who can make me laugh but also talk to for hours about nothing. Someone who I don’t have to hide who I am from” you admit.

“That sounds amazing Y/N” Robin gushed, taking a drink of her soda.

“Yeah too bad he doesn’t exist in Hawkins so I guess I’ll settle for Patrick Swayze” you say laughing

“You never know, I mean look at how Joyce Byers was with Chief Hopper. They were in the same town for years and then BAM! I mean you saw them holding hands at the 4th of July bash before the Mind Flayer shit happened.” Ali said, recalling a few months ago when Hawkins was (once again) almost destroyed by an interdimensional creature trying to go after your friend. You could only think now of Joyce, who lost the love of her life twice. Once back in November of 1984 when she lost Bob and now losing Jim a few months ago. You don’t blame her at all for packing up the kids and getting the hell out of Hawkins.

“As your best friend, I must say that I approve of whatever is going on with Eddie Munson.” Ali stated, her hand up like a Scout’s Honor.

“Nothing is going on Ali. We’re friends who happen to both be really into music,” you say shrugging.

“That explains why you’ve been listening to a lot more metal than normal.” Ali noted, remembering you picking her up to school listening to Metallica.

“Or I just like metal as you should be aware of” you say laughing.

“Yeah. You like Motley Crue more but you’re going old school and discovering like the foundations” Ali said.

“Maybe but on the other hand ladies, I’ve got Eddie Munson listening to everything but metal and personally that’s a win for everyone,” you say, taking a drink of your soda in satisfaction.

“How the hell did this unorthodox friendship start? It feels like suddenly you guys are thick as thieves, he walks you to your locker after class; you say hi in the halls and lunch. He asks how your day is,” Robin rambles, her inner detective coming out.

“Honestly it was O’Donnell’s class. He was assigned to be my peer editor and he caught me singing ``Smokin In The Boys Room,” you say, remembering back to how his curls moved back and forth with his rhythm, those damned rings, his fingers tapping to the beat. The surprised smirk on his face, maybe a little pride behind it too.

The sound of the alarm startled you from your thoughts of the metalhead as you three headed inside washing off the dried mud mixes off your faces in the tub, using the shower head. Once all three of you were fresh faced, you changed the record over and got started with mixing the color for Ali’s hair. You could hear Ali and Robin arguing about Ali’s feelings for Steve and it was to the point you were about to step in and start matchmaking the hell out of it.

“I give it til Prom and they’ll be together,” you yell, stirring the chemicals trying to get a nice shade of pink.

“Fuck off L/N. We weren’t asking you,” Ali said, appearing before you in an old shirt, stained from previous color sessions.

“You know what Roberts, for that comment, I take it back. I give it til Winter Formal, hell make it Christmas. Final answer.” you state, putting on some rubber gloves as Ali sits down.

“You’re horrible Y/N” Ali whined as Robin started to section out Ali’s hair.

“Duh that’s why I’m your best friend Ali” you laugh, satisfied with the pink bowl before you.

“Plus it’s cute how you don’t see how Steve is when you’re not around” Robin said, smirking like a madwoman

“WHAT” Ali yelped, trying to face Robin

“He’s a mess dude. Always wondering what you’re doing or what you’d think of a new release at work. He’s in DEEP. Like way worse than he was with Wheeler” Robin said, remembering him freaking out over his picks for Movie Night last month. Ali couldn't fight the blush on her cheeks.

“Yeah and he’s always asking me what you prefer- I mean remember when we went to the Sunrise Diner last week and he sent your food back because it had condiments on it and he knows you HATE that” you said.

“Okay smartass. Then how do I break that barrier if you two single bitches have it ALL figured out,” Ali said, frustrated by her conflicting feelings.

“Well he likes your boobies so you could start by showing them off next time we hang out,” Robin said giggling as she put some pink on Ali’s roots.

“What?!” Ali said, surprised.

“Oh yeah! Wear that striped off the shoulder sweater you have. Your boobs like AHMAYZING in that” you say, working on your own section of her hair.

“It’s like 2 sizes too small Y/N” Ali says.

“Exactly!” you say, twisting the strand up with your other finished strands “Robin back me up here as our resident Boob Expert” Before she had the chance, your doorbell rang. The girls looked at you confused since you weren’t expecting company.

“You invite anyone over?” Ali said, confused as the three of you looked at each other like confused chickens.

“Not that I can remember,’ you say as the doorbell goes off again. You take off your gloves, tossing them into the trash. Norm was barking his ass off by the time you got to the door, petting him gently, soothing the dog as you opened the door.

To say you were surprised to see Eddie Munson was an understatement. He was wearing a stressed out Iron Maiden shirt, ripped jeans and his Reeboks. His hair was wind blown and damn…he looked good.

“Eddie…hi…” you say, surprised. What was he doing here? You didn’t remember making plans with him.

“Hey Y/N.” Eddie said, smiling as he took in your appearance. You looked so comfortable and at home.

“What are you uh…doing here? Not to be rude but I wasn’t expecting more company,” you say nervously. You then realize your outfit and blush.

“Well, according to my schedule, you ordered a delivery m’lady.” Eddie said smiling. You felt like a ton of bricks dropped on your head. You DID make plans with Eddie today and completely forgot. You’re never one to double book yourself.

“Oh god Eddie I'm so sorry I forgot. Ali and Robin came over for a girls day and I totally spaced it. Here come on in,” you say, opening the door to let him in. Eddie followed you but not far as Norm jumped up on him, tail wagging.

“Aw this must be Norm. Hey buddy,” Eddie said, getting down to Norm’s level, indulging the dog in pets and rubs. You look over at the girls who are watching the ENTIRE thing with Robin mouthing “Oh My God” slowly.

“Yep, that's Norm. He’s the best boy,” you coo at him while his tail thumps harder at the sound of your voice.

“Told you I’d meet him someday” he teased, scratching the dog’s belly, earning a round of quick foot kicking. It was amazing how Norm was so happy with Eddie; it took Norm months to warm up to men.

“Guess you were right Munson” you say, looking over at the girls for help on what to do as you went to get the money for Eddie.

“So what are your plans today Eddie?” Robin yelled, taking your cue. Eddie’s head snapped up at Robin’s voice, temporarily forgetting they weren’t alone.

“Uh…was just gonna drop off this delivery for Y/N then probably go back home,” Eddie admitted, shrugging.

“You should join us!” Robin yelled from her spot above Ali.

“Yeah we’re having a beauty day and no offense, Munson, but those curls NEED a deep condition,” Ali gushed, already thinking about getting her hands on those curls and the look on Y/N’s face when she spends time with Eddie.

“Oh no no no, I couldn’t impose on your day ladies,” Eddie said, trying to protest but they were having none of it. Y/N had changed over the last few weeks and it was nice to see the old her back. If Eddie was the source of it, they weren’t about to let him leave.

“Oh no Munson, we insist,” Ali stated, her tone similar to the one you had used during the photo shoot. Eddie knew he was stuck. It was 2 against 1 but he didn’t wanna make it weird for you in your own home.

“I don’t wanna make it awkward for you girls. You don’t have to worry about me,” Eddie tried again.

“Oh please. Y/N would love to have you join us. Besides, Steve is coming after his shift so you won’t be the only guy for too long,” Robin added. Eddie pondered it; I mean he didn’t have any other plans for the day and he did like hanging out with Y/N.

“Sure I’m in. How can I be of assistance?” Eddie asks, standing up and walking towards the kitchen.

“Y/N and I were putting color in Ali’s hair so grab some gloves,” Robin tries

“Ohhhh no. Noooo way. I’ve got a better idea. Eddie can DJ for us but no super heavy metal Munson. Plus he can roll for us while we do your nails.” Ali stated matter of factly.

“Aye aye Captain,” Eddie saluted, sitting himself at the counter by the kitchen. You returned downstairs and found them all seated.

“So here’s the $20 for the sack,” you say, walking over to him.

“Oh it’s $15 cause the ladies over here offered me a sweet deal I couldn’t pass up,” Eddie said, winking at Robin and Ali. You were so confused like you had missed something.

“Oh? Well I’ve only got a 20 so call it a tip for the delivery fee and an apology for me neglecting our scheduled appointment,” you say, still missing something; like why Eddie wasn’t already almost out the door. Not that you were complaining but you were definitely out of the loop.

“Much appreciated L/N but unnecessary. I’ll get you back tomorrow,” Eddie said, opening his black pail just like he had 2 weeks prior. At this point, you weren’t gonna question it and grabbed a fresh pair of gloves.

“Thanks Eddie” you say anything as you get more dye on the brush once again going back to your task.

“No problem and again, ladies, thank you for the invitation and let me apologize for crashing your day,” Eddie said, grabbing two papers from his pack.

“Oh please Eddie, Steve usually ends up crashing anyways so don’t sweat it.” Robin said.

So THAT’S why. Those sneaky little minxes playing Cupid, you thought.

“So ladies. What’s the first album you’d like to hear? What are we feeling?” Eddie asked, grinding up some bud between his fingers.

“Ooh that mixtape Y/N made last month. Oh it was so good,” Ali said, already hype.

“Oh? And where might that be?” Eddie inquired, feeling out of his element here.

“In the cassette player by the record player in the dining room. Just make sure you turn off the record player before you turn on the cassette player,” you say, working on Ali’s hair, not able to move.

Eddie got up and went to the indicated spot. He did as instructed, turning off the record player before going to the cassette player. He opened it and checked the tape. Sure enough, it was a tape labeled “Girls Night Remix💙🦋🦋 “ decorated in hearts and blue butterflies. He rewound it until he heard the click and pressed play. The house immediately flooded with the flourish of a piano and vocals. You three immediately yelled in excitement, harmonizing before breaking into Dancing Queen. Eddie took his seat and watched as you girls danced and sang, completely free. He tried to focus on rolling those joints but his eyes were trained on Y/N, how she moved when a certain lyric hit, how concentrated she was on making sure Ali’s hair looked good. How you giggle at Robin’s joke. Sure he had moments with you but this was like seeing you at your fullest potential.

“What do you think Eddie?” Ali asked, breaking his concentration. He hadn’t been paying attention and he was caught.

“Uh sorry what? I uh got super into the song and zoned out,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. They all laughed at his response “What was the question?”

“Nothing, nothing, never mind.” Robin laughed. Clearly he had missed something; probably some inside joke they had between them. They finished up Ali’s hair into a grocery bag (which Eddie thought was the weirdest shit he had seen in a minute)

“So would you ladies like a break?” He says,offering up a joint he had ready to go.

“God yes,” Ali said, feeling the restlessness from sitting for over 30 minutes.

“We can go to my room but we have to–” you started to say

“Light the incense and candles. We know Y/N.” Robin said, rolling her eyes. They know you too well but you didn’t need Eddie knowing your micro mannerisms.

“Lead the way,” Eddie said, grabbing the joint and his lunch pail. You led them upstairs to your room, the second to the right. Your room was clean apart from a thing or two out of place like yesterday’s sleepwear. Robin and Ali got right to work opening the windows and lighting the candles, which gave Eddie time to look around your room. Immediately when you walk in, you’re greeted by a gigantic poster of luscious red lips with a man in lingerie sitting on them with the title Rocky Horror Picture Show in bloody print. By it were posters of Motley Crue, Kiss, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin and a few bands Eddie didn’t recognize. On the opposing wall was a poster of Stevie Nicks, holding her tambourine to her face, fabric falling in front of her face. There was a vanity mirror below the poster with a dark haired celebrity posing like he was mysterious. For some reason, Eddie felt a pang of jealousy. But why? You were friends. So what? He had Heavy Metal magazines out when you were over and you said nothing (Thank God!). There was a pale delicate fabric draping over your dresser, your vanity and bookshelf, which fit Eddie’s “ethereal” theory about you.

“Shit; my lighter’s out. Hey Eddie, can I borrow yours?” Y/N asked, standing on the opposite side of the room. Eddie made his way over, fishing out his lighter as he crossed to her.

“Of course m’lady. Here you are,” Eddie said, without even thinking. It had become his little name for you but you didn’t mind honestly. You take it from him, fingers touching. It sent an electric current through you, like nothing you had felt before. It makes your heart beat faster, your breath hitch slightly. Your touch lingered a few seconds before you pulled away.

“Thanks Eds,” you say smiling before turning towards your dresser. He noted that you had a lot of different types of crystals there but they were more shiny; more clean and colorful. You lit the incense and waited a moment for the end to cherry before blowing it out.

Robin and Ali watched the entire interaction from their spots on your desk chair and bean bag chair, looking between the two of you and each other.

“M’lady?” Robin mouthed, shocked

“Eds?” Ali retorted.

“We have to do something,” Robin said as Ali gave her a thumbs up. Y/N sat on the bed as Eddie followed her. He lit the joint and took his turn.

“What should we watch tonight?” Robin asked after a minute, taking her hit before passing it to Ali.

“Hmmm good question. I definitely wanna watch Sixteen Candles again” Ali said, taking the joint and bringing it to her lips.

“Steve will probably wanna see some Tom Cruise movie so buckle up for that shocker,” Robin said to Eddie.

“We could go see Back to the Future and watch Robin and Steve try to explain the plot AGAIN,” you say laughing.

“What about you Eddie? What kind of movies are you into?” Robin asked as he inhaled.

“I’m more of a horror fan or like science fiction or fantasy,” Eddie admitted as he passed the joint to Y/N.

“Would we completely reject the idea of Rocky Horror tonight?” Y/N asked, blowing out her hit.

“You saying you wanna Time Warp again Y/N” Ali asked laughing.

“Absolutely!” Y/N said, joining in.

“Have you seen it before Eddie?” Ali asked, curiously.

“Nope. I’ve only recently heard of it,” Eddie said, smiling as he looked at Y/N for a moment.

“Alright that settles it. Sixteen Candles, Rocky Horror, Steve’s choice and whatever our guest would like to watch,” Robin stated as they finished the joint.

“Why don’t you and Y/N go get the movies while I do Robin’s manicure?” Ali offered “I don’t want you to get bored out of your mind.”

“Yeah? Sure if that’s alright with Y/N” Eddie said, looking at you as you nodded.

“Excellent, so meet back up in like 45 minutes.” Robin said, getting up with Ali following suit.

“I just need to grab some cash then we can go,” Y/N said, going to her bookshelf. Eddie looked at the titles from afar and recognized some Tolkien, King, most of the “required” reads from the curriculum and some of those sappy romance novels. That immediately piqued Eddie’s interest. Part of him was dying to know what you looked like reading one; getting sheepish at a particularly steamy scene.

Eddie shook his head, not wanting to go there NOW. He stood up, putting his hands in his pockets. “Do we need anything else while we are out?” Eddie asked.

“Umm just tell Steve he’s getting dinner” Ali said

“Yes! Pizza!” Robin chirped.

“Any requests ladies? Cheese? Pepperoni?”

“Both!” the girls said in unison

“Alright I’ve got everything. Are you ready?” you ask, grabbing your denim shoulder bag, slinging it over your shoulder.

“Yep. I’ll drive since you let me so graciously crash your day,” Eddie said, extending his arm for you to lead which you did.

“45 minutes KIDS!” Robin yelled as you and Eddie exited the door.

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The drive to Family Video was full of you and Eddie jamming out to his mixtape, even getting an exclusive haunting cover of Fever out of him. You felt so free with Eddie; like all the barriers you had built had shattered when he came around. You could be your full self around him without having to filter a part here and there because it didn’t fit his “scene”. Eddie accepted you for you.

He parked right next to Steve’s car burgundy BMW, the sounds of a Motley Crue chorus blasting as he shut the car off. You got out of the van and Eddie raced to the door, opening it for you.

“Why thank you kind sir,” you say walking in. Eddie followed suit, the bell ringing behind him. Steve was with another customer, trying to help her choose between two movies so you immediately made your way to the Comedy section, trying to get to the S portion.

“So how did you and Harrington become friends?” Eddie asked. He kept trying to picture it but it was too weird.

“It was a little before his breakup with Nance. He uh–gave me some really good advice at a party last year and helped me when I felt lower than dirt. Been friends ever since. When he and Nancy were donezo and he stopped caring about the King Steve reputation, he and Ali got close because of the kids we all look after,” you explain, grabbing Sixteen Candles, “He and I really became close, close friends because of Dustin. We’re both hyper parental over the shitheads and try our best to keep them in linee. It was actually Steve’s terrible Ewok impression,” you recall laughing.

“You mean AWESOME” a voice said to the side of you. There stood Steve Harrington, hands crossed over his chest in defense, his striped polo under his dark green vest crinkled slightly by this action.

“Absolutely not. 0 out of 10 stars Steve.” you joke.

“I thought you were having a girls day since I’m covering Robin’s shift today.” Steve said, looking between you and Eddie, wondering what he was missing. He was told by Ali last week that they would be doing this and even gave Steve the week off from picking up/dropping off the shitheads. So why was Y/N here with Eddie Munson?

“Robin and Ali are working on Robin’s manicure so they sent us to the store to grab movies. Speaking of which, we need Rocky Horror.” you say as Steve groaned.

“Again Y/N? You know how I feel about musicals” Steve said, going to the drama section.

“Shut it Harrington. You’re lucky we’re letting you choose a movie at all tonight,” you warned laughing.He returned successfully with the tape in hand, turning towards Eddie.

“So how did you get roped into this?” Steve quizzed, curious about Eddie’s presence still as the longer haired boy was browsing the horror films.

“Came to deliver a package to Miss Y/N but the ladies insisted I stay for movie night and help play music while they do their thing” Eddie recalled. Steve had no idea what Robin and Ali had up their sleeves but he did know that he wanted nothing to do with it but he did wanna know what you were doing with Eddie.

“Alright then,” Steve said, now wondering what they were up to.

“Also you’re buying pizza tonight,” Y/N said, browsing for a copy of Animal House.

“Wait what? Who?” Steve said, not in the mood to be roped into any shenanigans.

“Aliiiiiii. Consider it a part of your payback for babysitting duties,” you say grabbing the desired VHS tape. You knew Steve liked Ali but was too bruised to try anything and you were sick of it.

“Ugh fine. The usual?” Steve said, rubbing between his eyebrows to mask the blush at her name. But when he looked up, he noticed something else. You and Eddie walked up to the counter and you were eying the candies, putting your nail between your lips. Eddie watched you pick up one candy before going to another, taking time to really debate your choice of sweets. Eddie sat the tapes on the counter and waited, grabbing the $20 you gave him earlier and sliding it on the counter towards Steve.

“Movies and candy are on me Harrington.” Eddie said, smiling as you decided on M&Ms and Reese’s Pieces “Couldn’t decide?” he pondered at you.

“It’s so hard to choose between a classic chocolate or the best combo of peanut butter and chocolate.” you whine while putting the candy on the counter. Eddie laughed at your childish reaction, finding it adorable.

Steve gave back his change and watched them, noting Y/N brushing her hair behind her ear shyly and Eddie watching over her like a hawk. Steve had always felt protective over Y/N. She really helped him come out of his breakup with Nancy and he did the same for her last year when she got her heart shattered by Rob: the douchebag who used to hang out with him during his King Steve days. Rob worshipped Steve so Steve thought nothing of it when Rob and Y/N started dating. They were together a year until Halloween 1984. There was a big party; Steve was at the end of his relationship with Nancy but Y/N and Ali were there too. You were both dressed up like slutty witches and were fine at first. After Nancy got wasted and fought with Steve that night, he went to find you and Ali to talk about everything but that wasn’t what he found. Instead, he found you crying by the bonfire alone. He sat next to you and learned everything, How you found Rob balls deep in his chemistry partner Misty Norwood after swearing for months they were friends. Apparently he had been going on the entire time and you felt so blind, so stupid, foolish even. You punched him in the face then and there; Steve noted your bloodied knuckles. He took you and Ali back to his house and you guys had been friends ever since, Steve becoming the real big brother you need.

“I’m off at 5 tonight so I’ll be over after I pick up the pizzas okay Y/N?” Steve asked, looking at Eddie still, watching his every move.

“Yeah of course Steve. You know you’re always welcome.” Y/N said, smiling as she gathered up her goodies, putting them in her bag.

“Alright. I’ll see you guys later then,” Steve said as Eddie grabbed the stack of tapes. Steve watched as Eddie raced to the door to open it for you, thanking him and going to the GMC G2500 Gaucho with Eddie opening your door yet again, waiting on you to get comfortable before going to his side, a little more pep in his step. Steve could already tell he would be seeing more of Eddie Munson with his dear friend.

So what do we think? I know it’s not as long as promised but I am working on chapter four right now so I’m curious: what movie did Eddie choose? How will that play out? Send me what movies you think😉

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The Jola Moon (A Rexsoka FanFic) - Chapter 6: NOT QUITE ASLEEP

NOTES: ***UPDATED 11/19/2021*** (Some of this chapter was originally posted for REXSOKA WEEK 2021 as a sample/preview of my work so far.)

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Warnings: Trauma suggested, Combat trauma/PTSD, Beloved Character's Death in flashbacks (Jesse Fans Don't kill me!!!) First Kiss, Friends to Lovers

Chapter 6: Not Quite Asleep

Rex's feet hit the floor in an instant. The warmth of the velvet comforter on the bed quickly gave way to the chill and sweat of Rex's body in full combat mode.

Rex couldn't let him get to her. The first priority was establishing her location. Next was getting his DC-17s and helmet. Rex's blasters were in the other room. Seven paces to the door. Sixteen paces down the hallway. Four paces to his blasters and bucket. Rex needed to get to his pistols and find Ahsoka before he did.

Where is she?!

"Jesse?! Jesse, no! Jesse!" He darted and stumbled down the hallway, springing off the wall to propel himself, "JESSE! STOP!"

He located his blasters and went for them, both hands ready and synced. Rex's arms were now raised in different directions to maximize cover.

"Rex?"

Ahsoka had been meditating in the receiving room but was now standing up carefully from her once tranquil crisscrossed sitting position.

Her voice was at his six. He adjusted his aim with both arms clocking to cover the perimeter as he turned.

"Ahsoka! Get back down! He's…you… I'm…."

His heart was racing as he registered that she was in a night...gown? Behind her was the windowed wall's majestic view of Splendor's night sky overlooking the waterfall,

"Rex, look at me."

Rex was confused and disoriented. He knew he had run down some hallway. He knew he was standing up. Ahsoka was there with him, and she was perfectly healthy. It slowly occurred to him that he was just in a strange bed. He was starting to process his emotions and was a bit lost in his misplaced urgency.

"I-I-I don't know what's happening right now." He lowered his blasters down and looked at them like he had no idea why they were in his hands. This exact pair of DC-17s had been the most comfortable thing for him to hold for most of his adult life.

"Okay, Rex. You're… you're safe. You and I are safe. I'll help you get through this, is that okay right now?"

"I-I thought Jesse—" he dropped his blasters as his shoulders surrendered to relax, "I thought he was here…or…we were there," Rex started to look around, "You're okay? I mean, you're awake! Where's the bird?"

"Yes, Rex. I'm alright now. I woke up and you were asleep outside. What, what bird? I don't know what you are talking about."

"The green bird…she knew us…you were…I didn't know what was wrong with you, Ahsoka," his voice became small and ashamed, "Was i dreaming that? No, that was real, wasn't it? I don't know what's happening."

He was starting to crumble from within,

"Ahsoka? Help me."

She stepped to him so fast that Rex felt the breeze of her motion in his chest, and he slightly lost his footing. She reached out to hold him. Her small, powerful hands warmed his upper arms' bare skin-soothing him back to normalcy. She traced her hands down to take his into hers. He felt goosebumps and the hairs of his arms stood straight up. It was both comfort and fear. He wanted to run, and he wanted to stay.

"Let's get you back into bed, okay?"

He nodded in agreement and turned towards the hallway. But he didn't remember being in bed in the first place. He wondered how long he was out. He still had no idea what happened to Ahsoka, or was it Padme, or both? Rex still could not get a handle on where, when, and how he was at the moment.

She casually went to pull her hand away to walk next to him. He clung to it like a scared child, tugging gently. She understood and easily continued to hold his hand as she helped him down the hallway to the bedroom.

With each step, he felt like he was a cloud of nothing as heavy as lead.

And what was he wearing? Oh, that's right.

He was getting his bearings when he confessed,

"I thought Jesse was here in the lodge," he admitted.

"You've been muttering and calling his name in your sleep. You were sound asleep but about an hour ago, you just started having some nightmares," her voice was soft and calming.

"I was?" Rex stopped just before the doorway to the bedroom. Ahsoka sensed an immediate disturbance in his being. The fortress of emotions that Rex had been living in was exhausted by this siege of grief he's endured for too long.

"We're dealing with a lot Rex. Jesse died in the crash. We buried him together. We did what we could. You've been through enough." Rex turned and walked through the doorway. He headed straight for the bed and just stood at the side and stared at it. Ahsoka was a bit worried, and she, too, was still trying to piece together what happened when she woke up to Rex sitting at her feet and sound asleep on the couch outside.

"I still am not sure what happened to me earlier. I think Padme is gone, but there's something else that doesn't feel like she is. Something that's small and hopeful almost? It's different. I can't explain it. I don't know who that was hurting her, but—"

In his frozen state, Rex confessed, "He didn't die in the crash."

Stunned, Ahsoka was sure she didn't hear him right, "What did you say?"

"Jesse. He was alive, barely. When I found him, I mean," Rex was still staring at the bed. The bunched comforter and sheets in a swirl of softness that looked like art to him. He looked up to see Ahsoka's face, and he just started crying out the whole horrible tale.

When he found Jesse's bucket with its distinct marking of the Republic logo, Rex initially ran to him to see if he was still alive. Jesse's lower body wedged between two collapsed walls that had crumbled like paper. Some electrical fire and burst pipes had made the whole scene even more gruesome than expected.

He spared Ahsoka those types of details. She saw the crash site. But then his sobs came out miserably, and his whole body shook. He collapsed to the floor when he recalled the moment he tried to carry his brother to honor him with a soldier's final rest. In a single moment, he felt Jesse's upper body move against his back.

Jesse immediately began trying to wrestle Rex to the ground. Both men tumbling down, it was clear that Jesse was on death's door, or beyond the grave, at this point. Rex shifted shock into action as he tried to help him but realized that Jesse was trying to go for Rex's blasters almost too late. Jesse was crawling his way back towards Rex, a bloody, blue and white mess that could not walk or stand. He continued asking where Ahsoka was, accusing him of being a traitor and commanding him to stand down. Rex reacting to what was happening, was just about to throw himself into defensive mode.

Instead, Rex simply stood up and was horrified as he watched Jesse pitifully try to keep completing this lost mission.

Rex walked over to him without any issue and set the safety on his blasters. He calmly got beside his brother, lowered himself to the ground, and pulled Jesse over in his arms. He had to restrain Jesse's body with his arms crossed in a locked hold that was barely a struggle for Rex to maintain. Jesse was flailing and kicking the one leg that wasn't crushed. He groaned in pain as Rex calmly told him to stand down. When the struggle began to subside and Jesse lost his will to go on, Rex was prepared to accept that Jesse would be gone.

Though he was certainly not prepared for those last few moments before Jesse left him,

"Rex?! What's? Why did I…will you take off my bucket, dammit!" Rex knew that was his brother, the real Jesse, speaking. He quickly took off his own helmet and then Jesse's. Risking the fumes was worth it at this moment.

"Jesse!!! Brother, I'm here. I'm right with you, Jesse. I'm here," he could see the life draining out of Jesse. Rex mindlessly wiped Jesse's tattoo to feel some part of him, "It's it's not your f—" Rex stopped himself. He didn't want Jesse's last moments to be the realization that he had been a pawn in a horrible game, "It's over brother. It's over. You did well."

"NO! Rex, you have to help her! You both have to get...I couldn't... I'm so sorry, brother. I tried."

Then he was gone. Rex held him and kissed that stupid, beautiful bald head before he could feel himself begin to struggle to breathe and had to get his helmet back on.

Ahsoka was stunned and horrified for Rex; she was in tears now herself. Rex was beyond tears coming out by now. Strangely, even sitting with the grief, he felt relieved somehow.

"I'm sorry. I told you that. I didn't want you to know about that, ever."

Ahsoka wiped her tears and was composed enough to reassure him. "Oh no, Rex. Something like that, you can't keep that hidden. You are not some machine. You're a person, a living, breathing being. You can't just move on like none of this happened, and you definitely don't have to do this alone.”

Rex’s usually stoic demeanor was struggling to come through again as he wiped his eyes with his palms and braved this discussion,

"You were already dealing with so much. I sort of do feel better after telling you. I see that I gave him a moment to not be under control of that thing, or die alone."

"Yes, you did. It's going to hurt for a while. And you know I can feel it too,” Ahsoka reminded him.

He nodded. He knew. "That's why I didn't want to think about it or anything this whole time we've been around each other. I didn't want you to have to feel that,” he admitted as he noticed the glistening of her eyes from her tears. Rex registered again how much he loathed seeing her cry, more so being the reason she was crying,

“Argh, this is, there's just so much," Rex was now leaning against the side of the bed, "It's too much to handle, Ahsoka. What? We're just going to sit around here and be miserable. I don't know. Maybe this place was a bad idea. Do you, do you think we should leave?"

"I think we need to rest and decide tomorrow," she looked very convincing. Rex noticed that her lekku tails were looking drained.

Whatever that bird was that came to me when you were, I don't even know what to call it, asleep? Anyway, that bird I saw had something to do with the Force, and it knew things about my life."

"It did? Like what?"

"When I was a little one on Kamino and it seemed to know you. It showed me when you used the Force to get the chip out. You were so brave, you always have been Ahsoka."

You're the brave one, Rex. Yes, the Force is everywhere and in all things, and yes, I am bound to it, whether I'm a Jedi or not. But what you did at that moment? Fighting the effects of the chip, even for those few seconds, so you could tell me to look up what happened to Fives? For you to think of him, your sense of duty and love for your brother, to do the right thing and file a complaint—"

"Knowing no one was going to listen."

"But I did. I listened, Rex," Ahsoka reminded him.

Rex was humbled, "You did."

"I wouldn't have been able to get your chip out if you hadn't been, well, you."

"Ahsoka, I was just doing what I thought I was supposed to do. What I was trained to do and what I believed was right. Now though, I feel like it doesn't mean anything? Everything about my messed up clone life and the whole GAR was just one huge lie?"

Ahsoka challenged him,

"Yes. it was a lie, and we don't have to live it anymore," Ahsoka could sense that Rex was struggling with this new perspective. She had already been experiencing this for the past year after leaving the Order.

"Rex, listen to me," she shifted her body so that she was facing him, "Whoever did this had quite the plan. It must have taken years to design and then execute. A clone army of millions for the defense of the Republic, fighting with Jedi side by side, getting close enough to one day at their command kill all the Jedi. This mastermind expected every clone to be loyal and obedient. Whoever this was thought clone soldiers were either disposable or could be controlled like mindless machines. But, they failed to think of what one could do. One clone proved their whole nefarious plan wrong. You and your brothers are neither controlled nor disposable. There was only one soldier whose loyalty and integrity was more powerful than the most sophisticated genetic programming in the galaxy. There was only one man who was brave enough to challenge that kind of evil, Sith or not, and saved both of us so that we could be sitting here right now.

And there is only one you, Rex," Ahsoka declared.

Suddenly, the Force met her in the blink of an eye. This was nothing unusual. It can come on suddenly and be gone just as quickly. But this energy was very strong, and her fear was non-existent in its presence. She had not tried to make a connection. Unsummoned, the Force initiated this connection with her as its channel. Ahsoka knew from her years of Jedi training that a pure moment of light like this, when the Force filled the entire room, was rare. The moment when a "Force wielder" finds themselves wielded by the Force instead. It was best to trust and let the Force work through her for its unknown purpose. Her blink was completed. Her eyes opened. She welcomed the will of the Force.

Rex noticed none of what was happening inside of her, even right next to him. She knew the Force's presence was permeating all around them. He was still just sitting there with his back leaning against the side of the bed. He was still sitting there, downcast and not knowing what to do with the feeling. His head was hanging down. His one knee was up as if to refuse to admit complete defeat to his nightmares and distress. The muscles of his body were as prominent as the scars that decorated them. The one on his chest over his heart was a reminder of how precious he was to all those who knew him.

She was heartbroken for her dear friend, her trusted Captain. It was so strange not to see him wearing his armor. Just those stupid, comfortable sleep pants that Anakin probably never even wore once. Rex looked so strange and masculine wearing only them. Maybe comfortable was too uncomfortable for Rex. It looked that way. What she could not see, the Force revealed to her. Hidden inside of Rex were very fresh and painful wounds. His pain was longing for some sense of hope. She welcomed the guidance of the Force.

She felt her body begin a subtle turn as it slowly moved her in her seated position on the floor next to him. He lifted his head when he caught a glimpse of her movement out of the corner of his combat-trained eye. It was the heavy stillness in his breath that made her realize the Force was guiding her even closer to Rex. Still, she was not afraid, not confused, not even surprised. She welcomed the peace of the Force.

Before she could comprehend just how sure and calm she was, she found herself leaning in…to kiss him. The stunned but willing look on his face was yielding to her. His weathered, amber eyes were fixed on her mouth. He surrendered and closed his eyes just before she closed hers.

Her lips made a perfect landing. As she felt his lips receive hers and kiss back, a shockwave of warm excitement rippled through her whole body. Especially down below. She did not expect that. Ahsoka had never felt anything like this in her body before. The closest thing involved a crashing ship or escaping an explosion. Yet, here kissing him, she was barely moving, with her lips exploring his. Their mouths still closed, as if they were guarding two wild creatures that would attack upon release. These two veterans of war smoothly moved with their perfect instinctual synchronization that had saved both their lives in battle many times. It certainly is how they survived Order 66 to be here with each other right now…more alive than they had ever been before.

This was a different kind of danger altogether, though.

And that only drove Ahsoka more to pursue.

Her eyes peeked to see Rex's face this close. His eyes were still closed, admitting his sensual focus. Before closing hers again, she briefly found herself fascinated by the strong, manly shape of the bridge of his nose compared to the softness of his lips kissing hers. Her eyes closed again.

Then Rex shifted his weight to sit up and gain the high ground over her. He took hold of the small of her back, with one strong hand squeezing the curve where her waist introduced her hip. He then pulled her closer to him. As her breasts pressed against his bare chest, they were reluctantly shielded by the thin fabric of the slip dress. She did not want this to stop.

As baffled as she was by this physical awakening, she was mesmerized by the fact that the Force was entirely in balance at this moment. It was the first time the Force was clear and free from the sinking darkness and pain that had been plaguing her since those moments on The Tribunal just before Order 66 was executed.

The Jedi temple had trained her to use her Togrutan body and Jedi mind as "a warrior for peace." And yet, no one had ever had a single real conversation with her about any of this radiance that her body could receive and give simultaneously? Warnings, cautionary tales, and mystical lectures about attachment and the dark side are all she knew of this kind of pleasure. This was not dark. It was like a beautiful, slow dawn. The Force was present and powerful at this moment. It had guided her to Rex. Ahsoka's feelings were in harmony with the Force's will. It should have been unsettling how taken aback she was by the soothing of an impassioned kiss. But to be kissing Rex?! This only made the sensation more comforting, allowing the Force to fill her body with peace as it steadily sailed through a storm of newfound arousal.

It was as though she was introduced to a whole new realm of her own body. How could her body have secret passageways unknown to her? How is it that what she was doing with her mouth was waking up everything between her heart and her thighs? Was that also happening to him? She knew that it was. She sensed his excitement which only made hers even wilder.

Then, with some instinct she never knew she had, she breathlessly began to part her lips open around his. Rex quickly pulled away. But his bottom lip lingered just enough to be wetted by both of her longing lips. They softly closed around his lip to punish his self-control. She let his lip escape and longed for both to return to hers. Even this act of detachment felt incredible. It left both of them to softly collapse cheek to cheek in their mutual breathless astonishment of what had just occurred. Rex took the deepest of breaths and let it out as he sat slightly back, but still holding her left waist, his right hand was still and firm in its grip, except for his thumb that was softly tracing her skin under the nightgown. To Ahsoka, this touch was the embodiment of Rex. Strong. Careful. Attentive.

He studied her with a playfully suspicious grin as his left hand made its way up her arm to trace her skin, stopping where he had cleaned her wound earlier in the day. Ahsoka felt her tongue lick her lips as they timidly curled to hide in her mouth, unsure why he pulled away. She brought her fingers to her mouth as though her lips needed to be comforted from a devastating loss. She had had near-death experiences in battle that seemed insignificant compared to the desperate few seconds of waiting for Rex to explain this pleased look on his face and why he just pulled away from something that felt so good.

Rex studied her face. How different it was from his. He had always noticed from afar. It was new to be so near her and be able to closely examine her mystic, exotic beauty that had matured before his eyes over the years.

"Rex, if you don't say something…."

Ever the bold one, Ahsoka's impatience almost disrupted the allure she had over him right now. Almost. He made her wait a little longer. He wanted to get this right. Her insecurity was both adorable and intimidating. Rex was not a complicated man, mostly because he managed to avoid situations like this. Nothing ever this intimate with someone he knew and cared about.

"Ahsoka, I pulled away because I wanted to make sure I wasn't crazy, and this was actually happening."

"Oh," she relaxed. The look on her face revealed that she was a little proud of herself.

"Was…that…okay?," she pressed.

"You know it was." He smiled. "More than just okay, Ahsoka. Much more." His uncomfortable laugh concealed how flattered he felt. Rex never knew if it was his programming or his hidden deviant individuality that could not stand praise and attention. He never had time for it.

Yet here he was with Ahsoka kissing him. Fives would be pissed and proud. The only time Rex had punched one of his 501st brothers in the face. Fives had made the nastiest comment about her young body. He made those comments about every female he encountered.

And yet, it was Fives's sacrifice that was the reason Rex and Ahsoka had a chance to escape. He was getting lost in this wandering thought, staring at her. But the next thing she said would shock him back into attention.

"I think I know it was okay, but... I've never kissed anyone before, Rex. Or, ever…been kissed by anyone."

His eyes widened with disbelief. Then he immediately corrected his response not to gawk and embarrass her. That can't be possible. Maybe he didn't hear her right?

"You're kidding, right? What about that Bontari kid?"

Ahsoka was shocked that the name just came up, "Uhhh…nothing ever happened with me and Lux. I can't believe you remember that." Ahsoka was mortified. The bizarre memory of Lux shoving his face awkwardly on hers in front of the Death Watch was the moment her infatuation with him turned into something complicated and toxic to her.

"He once stunned me and roped me into pretending to be his bride to the Death Watch.

"I'll kill him." Yikes, Ahsoka saw the look on Rex's face. He might be serious.

"Oh come on, Rex."

"I mean it" Rex's fist scheduled an appointment with that little weasel's face.

"That was a long time ago," Ahsoka was sensing Rex's mood, and his protectiveness was flattering. Still, she didn't want to think about Lux anymore.

"That was a mess. Still can't believe you noticed I liked him. Guess it was obvious how foolish I was around him."

"Foolish? Ahsoka, you should never have to wonder if someone has feelings for you. Never. He had to have known you liked him. Are you telling me he never even tried to talk to you about, you know… or kiss you? Anything?"

With an innocent hint of shame, Ahsoka shrugged and shook her head "no" so faintly. Rex only noticed because his eyes could not focus on anything else other than her face.

"That kid was an idiot. Unbelievable." Oops, he said that thought aloud. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that," for a moment, Rex forgot he was the current potential idiot that could hurt her, "You were too good for him. You're definitely way too beautiful for this old clone too."

"Rex, you know I'm actually older than you." Ahsoka reminded him.

"Oh, you know what I mean. And that's not exactly right. I look and feel older. Being a clone does twist up age and all…I don't know what I'm saying. I'm still shocked you kissed me." She shot him a challenging look. He was being self-deprecating, and she would not allow it.

"I mean, the truth is, I've never really been kissed… like that before, now that I think about it." Ugh, that one got out too. Her reaction was a quizzical look with the squint of her eyes. Now he was holding the "explain yourself" card once again.

"I... also don't really have that much experience with this…stuff," Rex had held up better under worse interrogations. Now his truths were simply falling out of him unguarded. It was Ahsoka. Talking to her was easy and familiar, hell, even enjoyable.

Most women, especially the ones he found physically attractive, made him paralyzed. Not with fear though, it was just his discipline and training that instilled a respect for those he worked with that was more important than physical attraction or his "needs as a man." Rex always hated that term his brothers used. "Having needs." It was an excuse to be an asshole. Another person is not a thing that you need.

He had only come to that discovery when he had tried it himself. The few women he had slept with, all strangers really, were so uninteresting to him he could barely remember if it was three or four. He was heavily drunk for all of them. Except for that first one when he was a younger clone, and he really wished he had been drunk for that time.

But now, he successfully concluded that the sex with all three (or four?) of those women certainly did not feel as good as this kiss that he had just experienced...with Ahsoka?! But wait— Rex needed more information from her before he started thinking about anything else... or doing anything else.

"I just can't believe you've never…I mean—- I get that the Jedi were strict, but surely kissing was allow—"

"No." She was definitive.

He was speechless. He needed to process this. No kissing. Which means, wait, what does that mean? How little did Ahsoka know about everything? Rex's mind was trying to keep his body from processing the next few thoughts of what the answer to that question could be.

She caught him off guard, "So you think I'm beautiful? No one's ever said that to me."

She had held on to that and took her shot at the perfect moment. But Rex could return fire with the best of them when caught off guard.

"Of course you are. You've always been. I mean you're definitely not the little skin-n-bones, brat you were when I first met you." he joked.

Ahsoka protested, "Oh, stop it!" as she playfully hit him. It felt so good to laugh with her. To fall into place with her and, yes, feel good. Didn't they deserve to feel good? They could fight off the tragedy and grief of everything in the galaxy with laughter and whatever else to feel good, couldn't they? It was always fun to tease her. Now the thought of making her feel better after teasing her was causing a primal courage to rise in him, and his heart was pounding again.

"Ahsoka, did you want to kiss me again?" He was teasing her. She's going to fall for it. He knows her too well.

As she heard his question, she shape-shifted in response. Before him, she went from a delicate innocent to an aspiring seductress as she let the request fall out her mouth, "Can I?"

"No, not again," he held the sternest face he could muster, amazed he pulled it off.

She looked devastated. Rex had set her up for the perfect rescue.

"I can't let you kiss me again…" he said as he took one last glance at her exotic pout. Then he leaned in perfectly to save the day, "…because it's my turn to kiss you."

Rex kissed her as he slid his hand under her lekku to pull her neck and shoulders toward him gently. He could feel his nerves tremble in his hands and breath a bit, and he threw those nerves into asserting himself as he had only known how to do his whole life as a soldier. Rex may not have had a lot of experience, but he did know what real kissing was. And he wanted to experience that with her. He wanted to let her use him to learn everything she did not know. His lips were greeting hers like a long-lost friend.

Then he opened his mouth, and she dutifully followed his lips' command, opening hers. The same intoxicating energy from the previous kiss was now intensified as the two of them released their tongues to each other. At times strong and intense, at times tender and curious. Their mouths were a wet and fiery arena to battle for who could give and receive the most pleasure, the most bliss. In this battle, there was no loss, no pain, no death—just Rex and Ahsoka.

They were fighting against all the darkness of war and grief to live and fight another day...and the Force was with them.

Next Chapter

CHAPTER 7: Not Quite Awake

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drmmyrs · 4 years ago

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ok so i had this idea.. after kamilah and amy being married for quite a time they grow a bit distant and one day kamilah finds amy in a bar serenading someone or flirting - the thing is she’s cheating- however kamilah doesn’t leash out -at first at least- but get that amy is very young compared to her, and while kamilah had many partners, amy didn’t. so they talk about “having an open marriage”. however, they agree to not discuss any info about their affairs, until someday amy walks into a bar and finds kamilah with aiko (it’s a business thing but amy doesn’t know that). anyhow, after getting into a fight, where kamilah enjoys teasing Amy cuz that was her idea and letting her think that yes she was with aiko, Amy then realises that maaaybe an open marriage wasn’t a good idea after all

Sorry for the delay anon, kinda had a block the past few days 😕 Hope you like it! 💕

Shoutout to @samanthadalton for the title 🧡

tag list: @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr @baexpoppy @alexroyard @alexlabhont @veenast @noixngn @sillyandcutewizardstuffs @noah6m55-blog @itszdavenport (If you wanna be added or removed or just prefer a certain ship just let me know ❤️)

Another Woman (Kamilah x MC)

Amy and Kamilah had been married for nearly 40 years, and life couldn't have been more perfect–or at least that's what Amy kept repeating to herself. She looked at her wife, happily tending her garden, a smile of pure contentment on her lips. Ever since Rheya had been defeated, there were no longer any major threats that terrorized both vampires and humans alike on a global scale. Sure, some fanatics would try and mobilize against the other kind, but it was never threatening enough that Amy and her friends had to intervene. There was no impending death. No running. No fighting. They were safe. She should be happy. Then why wasn't she?

Ever since Adrian became the Chairman of the Vampire-Human Relations Committee, he barely had time for his company, which was why he had left Amy in charge of most business dealings. Amy quickly jumped at the chance, of course. Even when she was human, it had always been her dream to lead a company, especially a multi-billion dollar company like Raines Corp. What Amy didn't foresee, however, was how quickly she would lose her passion for it. She knew that if she quit her job, Adrian really wouldn't mind. But then what? It wasn't like there was another profession she was passionate about. And most importantly, Kamilah was already happy, content with the way things were. And Amy could never take that away from her.

One night, when Amy felt more downcast than usual, she decided to go to a bar for a drink or two, just enough to get a buzz after a crummy day. She was in the middle of her first drink when she was pulled out of her thoughts by the sight of the bartender placing a new drink on the counter in front of her.

"For you, Miss."

"But I didn't–" Amy started, but the bartender had already walked away.

She looked around until she met the gaze of a gorgeous young woman sitting a few seats beside her. The woman raised her drink and smiled at her.

"You look like you needed a stronger drink."

Amy blushed when she realized that she was staring. "Oh, uh, thanks."

The woman stood up and sat beside her, outreaching her hand. "Josie, by the way."

Amy shook her hand. "Amy."

The night went on with the two of them chatting and drinking. And before she knew it, Amy had forgotten all about her day, her sorrows, and the woman she was supposed to come home to.

***

At home, Amy could barely look at her wife in the eyes, the shame of her affair eating at her heart. It wasn't enough, however, for her to stop as the exhilaration of her newfound intimacy overpowered any existing guilt.

One night, Amy was at a booth in a bar with Josie, cuddling with her, when suddenly, the hair at the back of her neck stood up. She felt a familiar presence–her scent, the beating of her heart, it was all remarkably distinct from any other. Amy swept her eye around the bar and immediately saw her. Kamilah was looking at them, her gaze shifting from Amy's eye to her hand, which was on Josie's thigh. Amy quickly excused herself and strode to follow Kamilah, who was now walking towards a quieter part of the bar.

"I'm sorry." Amy didn't bother lying.

Amy fully expected Kamilah to be mad–who wouldn't be after catching her wife cheat on her. But Kamilah just stood there silent, no emotions betraying her.

"You're not mad," Amy stated as a fact.

"No." Kamilah gave Amy a tight smile. "I've been with countless partners, Amy, and denying you of that same experience would be... hypocritical on my part."

Amy just stood there silently for a while, not knowing what to say. She then took a deep breath and decided to break the silence. "An open relationship. We could have one of those." The idea left a bitter taste on her tongue, but it was the only thing she could think of that would be fair to both of them.

Kamilah nodded. "I suppose there are rules?"

Amy chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. "No feelings, just sex."

"All right. I also suggest that we don't discuss the details about our affairs."

"That's fair." Amy narrowed her eyes. "Kamilah, are you sure you're okay with this?

Kamilah smiled and placed a kiss on Amy's forehead. "Anything for you, my Dear," she whispered.

It wasn't an answer. In fact, it was a love declaration as it always was with Kamilah. And it didn't do anything to quell the guilt that Amy felt.

***

Amy sat at the edge of the rooftop of Raines Corps–something she usually did when she wanted to be alone with her thoughts–and watched as a group of young vampires jump from roof to roof. A smile escaped from her lips, remembering a similar memory from the past with her friends. Suddenly, her eye caught a familiar figure getting out of a car below, followed by another figure. Amy's anger and jealousy instantly spiked as she watched Kamilah and Aiko make way to a bar, her mind racing with all the possibilities. The devil then took over her body as she raced towards them, her eyes glowing red and her fangs exposed. When she reached the bar, Kamilah and Aiko were on their way to a booth, and before anyone had a chance to react, Amy dashed to Kamilah, grabbed her hand, and led her outside to a nearby alley.

Kamilah's eyes were wide, shocked by Amy's outburst. "Amy, what–"

"Aiko?! Really? Of all people?"

Kamilah stared at Amy, looking genuinely confused. "What's wrong with Aiko?"

"What do you mean what's–" Amy rubbed her temples. "Well, for starters, she's only madly in love with you, and you have all this history–

All of a sudden, Kamilah started laughing.

"–are you seriously laughing right now?!"

"Sorry. You're just too cute when you're jealous."

"It's not funny!"

Kamilah raised her eyebrow. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who suggested an open relationship."

"But we had a rule! No feelings remember?!"

"I don't have any feelings for Aiko."

"But she obviously has feelings for you!"

"And how can I be sure that the girls you're seeing doesn't have feelings for you?"

"I..." Amy didn't know how to answer that, so instead, she let her head hang down. "I don't know," she murmured.

A few seconds later, she felt Kamilah wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a hug.

Amy melted into the hug as hot tears prickled her eyes. "I don't want this anymore, Kamilah. Let's go back to the way things were. Just you and me."

When Amy pulled away, Kamilah's eyes were filled with desire, with hunger. And when their lips touched, it arose something between them. The passion that was once lost was flowing in waves–each touch, each moan, each sensation filling every inch of their bodies until the world dissolved around them; it was just her and Kamilah at that moment. Kamilah pushed Amy roughly against the wall, her fangs digging into Amy's lower lip until she tasted blood, earning a deep moan from her. In response, Amy slipped her hands inside Kamilah's shirt, digging her nails against her back until they bruised–the pain intensifying all other sensations until it became too much for both of them.

"Wow, that was..." Amy said between breaths when they pulled apart.

When they recovered, Kamilah looked at Amy intently and then said something so unexpected that Amy wasn't sure if she heard it right.

"When we get home, let's start packing our bags."

Amy blinked in confusion. "W–what? Where are we going?"

"Somewhere. Everywhere." Kamilah's brown eyes glowed with eagerness replacing the calm glint that Amy had been accustomed to for the past decades. "There are still so many places I want you to see, experiences I want you to have." Kamilah's voice then grew softer, almost shy. "After all the running around, building a home with someone I love, it was like a dream that I never thought could ever be fulfilled, even in an eternity. So when I had that with you, I became comfortable, too comfortable, that I deprived you of the worldly pleasures that you could have enjoyed. And I'm sorry for that."

"You didn't do–"

"No, let me finish." Kamilah took Amy's hand in hers. "You're my home, Amy. No matter where we are, that dream had already come true." Kamilah raised Amy's hand to her lips and kissed her knuckle. "So... what do you say?" Kamilah was smiling hopefully at Amy, the corner of her eyes crinkling in adoration.

Amy nodded enthusiastically, beaming, and pulled her wife into a bone-crushing hug. "Yes! I'd love to."

Kamilah buried her face against Amy's hair and hummed in appreciation. "You deserve the world, my Queen. And I intend to give it to you."

#kamilah #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #choices #playchoices #play choices #my work #my fanfics #my writing #request

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petriikore · 3 years ago

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Happy New Year, everyone!

Thank you for the tag, @murd3rm1ttens! Last year was tough, but we should absolutely take the time to celebrate and appreciate the good things that happened.

Rules: list 10 things that you were happy/grateful for in 2021 and tag 10 people ✨

Below the cut to avoid long-posting peoples’ dashboards...

Tagging: @mummapaintstheblues, @tipsyraconteur, @sakuradeservedbetter91, @zelha, @mrssakurahatake, @umechaw, @nekophiliaff, @dimigex, @jennity-blogs, @fm-white

1. I turned 25! 🎂 I don’t usually celebrate birthdays, but I had a very successful quarter-life crisis this year. Which leads to...

2. I adopted a new dog! My late pups passed in 2015 and 2018, and this year, since my mom didn’t get me a birthday present, she said I could get a new one! (Let me be clear: the dog was not her gift. Her permission was 😂😂) She named her Katara before I even signed the papers.

3. I started therapy! Honestly, everyone could benefit from a therapist, but I know I’ve needed one for a long time. Katara ended up giving me a lot of anxiety in the beginning of our relationship, and it gave me the push I needed to finally seek help. The road was bumpy, but I am so grateful for it.

4. My job. It’s not glamourous and hell, it’s not even fun most of the time. But while so many others have lost their jobs or had their hours cut due to COVID, I am extremely grateful to have been able to transition to a WFH setting and not have to worry about my next paycheck.

5. Fandom friends. I seriously don’t know where I’d be without my fandom friends. Y’all have inspired me, uplifted me, grounded me for many years, but y’all shone last year. Some very special shoutouts to @mummapaintstheblues, @mrssakurahatake, @tipsyraconteur, and @the-real-kakashisgf for being the most solid foundation in this chaotic time. It was also so so fun joining into the ItaSaku and KakaSaku Haven Discord groups... and fandom Twitter! I’ve met many other wonderful people that I can’t wait to know more into the new year.

6. My friends. I live about 500 miles away from my main friend group. After not seeing them for more than a year, we had opportunities to connect and share space again. I’m grateful that we have all been able to stay safe and healthy through this ordeal.

(This is where I had to stop and pause and think real hard...)

7. Music. I was lucky enough to be able to attend some festivals and concerts this year while COVID numbers were lower after having been postponed for all of 2020. I got to see some of my favorite artists (Zedd, Gryffin, Dabin, William Black, and ARMNHMR to name a few) live and I had never felt more myself than I did in those moments.

8. Video streaming. Y’all. I have binged SO. MUCH. TV. these past year. It’s kind of insane, but shoutout to video streaming services for keeping me company.

9. My health. It’s definitely a luxury these days and it would be foolish of me to ignore that.

10. Kakashi Hatake. Shoutout to the mans for giving me a serotonin boost every time I think about him.

#tag game #tags you’re it #kore speaks #hella thankful for y'all

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wide-eyed--wonderer · 4 years ago

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2020 thank yous!

2020 has been a year hasn’t it?

I need to shoutout/ thank some amazing blogs who have become my friends this year and helping to keep me sane through the insanity that has been 2020.

Firstly, I wanna thank every person who has reblogged, liked or requested a fix from me this year. The instant bursts of seratonin when I see a reboot or a like or a request is simply unmatched. (Particularly @maliciousbubbl3s thank you for liking all my posts!)

@somedayonbroadway you introduced me to the Race and Jack as siblings idea and instantly fell in love and became the centre of most of my fics and writing this year. Thank you. 💜

@prettyinlimegreenboots my writing buddy and constant hype woman. Thank you for sending me most of my requests this year and generally just being an amazing mutual. You were my first mutual on here and you introduced me to such an amazing and wonderful tumblr community. I could not be more grateful that I sent you all those requests. Thank you.💜

@racetrackhigg Bee, your moodboards are so beautiful to look at and you always cast the newsies so perfectly. You are one of my most treasured mutuals and I love seeing your posts on my dash. Thank you. 💜

@livesincerely Ciara, you know I absolutely adore your fics. You have had so many galaxy brained ideas and I adore reading all your fics. Thank you. 💜

@agentsnickers Finn, I don’t think I can say enough how much your writing means to me. Truely. Your fics are always some of my go tos when I need a pick me up or inspiration. Yours fics truely helped get me through this year. Thank you for letting me ramble in comments and for giving me all the details my meta loving heart could desire. Thank you. 💜

@the-cowbi Mouse, rping with you has been an absolute dream. Your friendship is so invaluable and I love reading all your crazy (and usually kinda heartbreaking) ideas. Thank you for sharing my favourite bean Cora with me and letting me rp both with and as her. *hugs* love ya friend. Thank you. 💜

To the entire JATP 18+ server. I may have only been part of this server for a little over a month but you have all done so much for me. I love you all. I couldn’t possibly tag you all (kinda because I do not know all your usernames) because there is so many, but know I love and appreciate you all. 💜

@soemthingsparkly Jaz, thank you for sending me the invite to the server and generally being so welcoming and sweet. You are wonderful and amazing. Thank you. 💜

@sam-i-am612 Sam!! My blue Squad buddy!! Thank you for yelling at Lev with me and generally being as lost in that server as I am. Love you! Thank you. 💜

@reggiesjams Lev, my sister in law and general pain in my side. You have done some truly horrible things (usually when I’m around for some reason) in the role play server, but you are also an amazing writer and a wonderful friend, and my other Blue Squad buddy. Thank you.💜

@rhyming-fellowship Fel!! The Julie to my Flynn. You are always so kind and lovely. It is a joy and honour to role play with you. Thank you. 💜

@lukesorangebeanie Beanie!!! Flynn may give Luke shit constantly, but I think that you (and your writing are amazing!) I’m so glad I have gotten to know you. 💜

@lyra-pador Mama Lyra! Our server mum. Thank you so much for starting this server and giving us a place to get to all know each other. I owe you most of my happiness from the last month. Thank you. 💜

@bobbywilsonsupremacy Jon! I have told you countless times that I think you are the funniest person in the server. You own my heart. Thank you. 💜

@sonsetcurve Paige!! The Care - Bear to my Flynnie! Thank you for killing everyone in the server with Flarrie fluff with me. I adore role playing with you and your crazy stories. Thank you. 💜

And last but certainly not least

@bored-weather my big sister. Thank you for adopting me and taking me under your wing my first week in the server. Not only has your writing brought me so much happiness, but your love and care for me in and out of the server have made me feel so loved and special. Thank you. 💜

I know I am forgetting people. There are countless more people in the rp server and I could tag you all and make a whole post for all of you as well. Know that I have a whole folder saved on my computer full of stuff you have said to me/ about me or about Flynn that I read through for a pick me up. Even if I yell at you for angst (yes Ren, Jon, Assassin and Lev I am looking at you) know that I love you with my whole heart. 💜

I wish we could all meet in person so I could give you all a big hug and show you how grateful I am.

I love you all, and again. Thank you. 💜💜

#2020 wrap up #friends!!#thank yous!#long post #I know most of you are asleep but timezones buddy #I love you all so much #I know I am forgetting some people #and I’m sorry #if I remember someone they will probably get a DM #anyways #love you all

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ruluxe · 3 years ago

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tagged by @gaytaiga , so sorry this took forever but thank you for tagging me! <3

1. why did you choose your url? I've been through 3 url changes on here, two from back when I was largely in the Katekyo Hitman Reborn fandom. I was rubyfiamma for the longest time. Ruby goes back to a really old mmorpg handle of mine (rubymax) and when i got into khr, I loved Gokudera so much that I made my first 59xRuby (59 being the fandom code for Gokudera) then rubyfiamma (ruby -= red, fiamma = flame which was the colour of Gokudera's storm flame). Now we're here, at ruluxe. I've shortened my name to just Ru and Luxe is a play off my last name irl. I'm older and needed a change so it's just. Me.

2. any side blogs? I have 3 - @1-800-slut4shiro (VLD sideblog back when I was active in the fandom), @delicotwilight (gangsta. sideblog), @illuquestex (aesthetic sideblog I rarely use anymore) (also used to have a ton of khr rp blogs but I don't rp anymore sadly)

3. how long have you been on tumblr? 2013-2014, I think. I left in 2018 and I came back this year.

4. do you have a queue tag? it's just ru.que !

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? I was convinced by an 8059 facebook group to move here for more content and to get more exposure for my fanfics

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? Well I ended up coming back to tumblr because I fell hard for aokaga again, so I chose them to illustrate my current obsession AND ofc these specifically because @anjizu makes the best edits <3

7. why did you choose your header? same answer as above!

8. what’s your post with the most notes? My edit: Thus spoke Rohan Kishibe

9. how many mutuals do you have? I apologize if I leave anyone out, but I've been away for a long time and lost touch with a lot of my mutuals from before, also idk who a lot of you are because of url changes. I've made some new ones tho too! They're just too much to count rn but shoutouts to @for-the-saba , @cheshagirl , @korok-no-ballsket , @spaztictwitch , @vongolathetenth , @anjizu , @kuroosden , @explodoriot , @jennyonthenet , @ahobaka-trash , @gaytaiga, @hybristophilica , @hkbs-world, @imaginarydragonling, @fujitsubos , @deafeningcat, @toomanyfandomsneverenoughtime , @colorseeingchick , @josukesbeetch , @what-the-fuck-khr and more for always being in my dms and notes <3

10. how many followers do you have? 1024, a testament of how long I've been here lol

11. how many people do you follow? 1202, I have a tendency to follow back if a blog has similar interests, unless they have a DNI list or they're minors

12. have you ever made a shitpost? mm... maybe? once upon a time, i'm sure

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? logged in all the time but i've been using it less frequently because i've been super busy TAT

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? A few; one very big blog in the Free! fandom during the sourin/rinharu shipwar, and a few anons with khr AND knb shiphate, and once in the gangsta. fandom when someone jumped the gun on a callout post before knowing their shit

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I usually give them a read and if it's worth spreading the word, I reblog but I don't always pay attention to them

16. do you like tag games? love em! sometimes it just takes me a while to get back but feel free to tag me any time!

17. do you like ask games? same goes as the above!

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? i'm pretty sure i'm mutuals with a few tumblr famous ppl but idr most of them, i'm so sorry i've been away for too long

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? I love my gf @for-the-saba <3 <3 (check out her amazing art)

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, and the mutuals I mentioned earlier! No obligations tho x

#gaytaiga #ru.replies #tag meme #thank you again buddy! <3 #long post #also nico if you're reading this: what the hell is url :') you have a spot above there too

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segernatural · 4 years ago

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thank you @that-one-fandom-chick for the tag! You tagged me ages ago and i'm sorry it took so long, but here we are:

Answer 30 questions, tag 20 people--not sure about the tagging, but here's some answers!

1. Name/nickname: char. hardly anyone calls me my full name anymore

2. Gender: female, she/her

3. Star sign: sagittarius. while i don't religiously follow astrology, i very much am a sagittarius. i love being a fire sign✌

4. Height: 5'8

5. Time rn: 11:53 am

6. Birthday: December 15th

7. Favourite bands: the Eagles. im not great at recalling any artists i listen to really. I'll listen to basically anything.

8. Favourite solo artists: Thee Bob Seger. Olivia rodrigo. Lukas Graham.

9. Song stuck in my head: Oh, Death - SUGR

10. Last movie: i think it was rocketman a few months ago

11. Last show: spn. Told myself i'm not allowed to watch any other shows until bee and i finish it

12. When did i make this blog: 2018

13. What i post: very heavy slant towards spn content, plus dnp content

14. Last thing googled: the lyrics to 'lost without you'

15. Other blogs: one sideblog holding a username as i contemplate segregating my content. unsure if i will.

16. Do i get asks: sometimes! they vary from unsettling to wholesome. Shoutout to the anon who asked me if i was alive while i was posting 👋

17. Why did i choose my url: well. I do art. Occasionally.

18. Following: 116

19. Followers: 278

20. Average hours of sleep: 6

21. Lucky number: 9. Always has been

22. Instruments: i took 7 years of guitar lessons, can read bass and treble cleff, used to do french horn as well. I am trying to learn songs on the piano though

23. What am i wearing: pjs

24. Dream trip: ive always loved the idea of London. Even if there are better places, something about it has had me hooked since i was a kid

25. Favourite food: pasta or pizza

26. Nationality: canadian

27. Favourite song: so many. One of my all-time greats is Turn the Page by Bob Seger

28. Last book i read: Legend by Marie Lu - i hadnt read it in years so i reread it recently

29. Top 3 fictional universes i'd like to live in: percy jackson, brightly woven's magic system is cool, mcu for the fact that superheros do exist

30. Favourite colour: blue

Tags, if you'd like to participate :D, don't feel pressured! - @n-anon @orange-is-salty-tm @natigail @jjongleurs @sa-sxken

#thank you for the tag cherish! this was a lot of fun 😊#char speaks #tagged

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masked-disciple · 4 years ago

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Hey so uh, referencing the post you reblogged about dni things, and I mean this as genuinely as possible! But what do you think proship means? I just ask because ah...in my experience it usually means people who ship minors with adults ; ;

You’re close but not quite on the mark. It means I do not give a single flying fuck what someone ships, so long as things are tagged and they’re not being disrespectful to others around them.

Hell, I don’t care if someone ships real people, so long as it’s tagged and they’re not stupid enough to bring it into any interaction with those people they may have. Not so many folks are all right with RPF, but that was one of my starts in ship fandom - shoutout to Sekihan and Piko for encouraging the hell out of it, though, they knew their audience - and if you’re not showing it to the people you’re shipping and you’re tagging it so people know what they’re clicking on, I don’t care.

Here’s the thing. Fiction does affect reality, but not in the way antis want you to think it does. Take 50 Shades of Grey, for example. There was a huge outcry against it when it came out, because it portrayed straight up sexual and emotional abuse as BDSM, and the BDSM community (at least in hindsight, I was 11 when the movie came out and if I’d known what their actual reaction had been in real time something would have been deeply wrong) was rightly pissed off about it.

Here’s the reason why 50 Shades’ misinformation pissed them off, and me writing a 10k underage incest fic (mind the tags) probably shouldn’t piss anyone off. 50 Shades was mainstream and portrayed as totally healthy and fine. That isn’t really an issue. What is the issue is that it was aimed towards young teenagers. I was maybe a year too young for it to be marketed to me, and this was 2011 when my entire concern was stealing every One Direction poster out of spite and drawing bikinis in permanent marker on their stupid bodies because all my classmates got official merch of their faves and I couldn’t get Vocaloid merch because shipping rates say no.

Ahem. That was the problem, right there. Because fandom does not simply ask but demands that you tag your shit. If you run a NSFW blog, it is not required by law per se but required by fandom culture to put an 18+ warning on it somehow immediately available.

50 Shades was marketed to teenagers, and that’s a damn problem. When I write my 7k DDLG father-daughter incest fic (mind the tags and that is a different fic than the first one), I am not writing it for a teenage audience. When you click on either of those fics, AO3 straight up says this:

You know what this is? This is them saying “This is explicit material. If you agree and see it and have issues, then that’s on you, because we asked you if you were cool with it. If you lied to us, we can’t do fuckall about it.”

Teenagers are teenagers. Teens will sneak onto porn sites and take kink quizzes with their friends and also probably lose their virginity before they’re 17. Most of my classmates had lost it by 16. I’d been writing sexually explicit fic since I was 12, not that I was any good at it.

To imply teenagers are simply baby children and then mature at 18 into fully-functional adults is actually really stupid, especially considering how many of them rightfully get really pissed off if you treat them like children. So why the hell is it that teenage antis get really upset because you wrote porn?

It’s because you wrote porn of a ship they don’t like, and making you out to be a horrible child abuser makes them sound legitimate because they don’t want to recognize that being disgusted by something doesn’t mean that the thing that disgusts them doesn’t deserve to exist.

I write sexually explicit material of teens largely to deal with my teenage self never getting to actually understand her own desires and capabilities, because she missed out due to dysphoria and alterhumanity she didn’t fully understand. You know how people are like “If you’re 23 and need that comfort blanket then just get the comfort blanket to please your inner child, psychology says reparenting yourself like that is actually good?” What do you think I’m doing? That’s pretty well it.

I don’t care if people write fucked up things. People write fucked up things for all sorts of reasons, and it is not my place to ask them if they’re traumatized and thus ‘justified’ in doing it. Either you force everyone to lay out their trauma before you let them write things that could potentially disgust a teenager who is not allowed to be there in the first place, or you just live and let people live.

And if you really want people to lay out their trauma and then get grilled before you let them deal with it in ways that you personally don’t like, wow, that is serious ableism right there. You know all those “support trauma victims even when it’s not pretty!!!!1!!!” posts? Are fucking meaningless if you don’t actually support them. And supporting them means not asking them about things that broke them to satisfy some moral high that doesn’t need to exist.

I don’t care if people ship minors with adults. I don’t. Tag your shit. Tag it so people know what they’re walking into. I have issues when people post porn when I didn’t ask to see it. But saying ‘proceed’ on that AO3 warning is asking to see it. Opening up an 18+ blog is asking to see it. Going into the tags without an adblocker is asking to see it.

If you really think people can’t write what they want without appealing to you, personally, about it, then you need to work on your own disgust and how you deal with it, because demanding they stop because it upsets you - when you were never involved, and especially when you’re not supposed to be there - is rude, disrespectful, and not something I tolerate.

I’m not saying this to be mean. I’m really not. And most of this is general-you, not you-anon-in-particular, because I have no idea who you are. I ought to redo my pinned post anyway because I have been getting a lot of folks who say proship dni following me despite the fact I am pretty proship and I should make that more obvious so they know what they’re getting into - again, this is me tagging my shit - and I’ll do that probably tomorrow, but still.

If nobody is actually getting hurt to make the thing, which fanfiction and fanart does not unless you are really fucked up and in which case you know you’re fucking doing it, then I don’t care. Thoughtcrimes aren’t real crimes, and I will never treat them that way.

So I know exactly what proship means, and I’m proship. My AO3 has explicit fics on it that would make antis froth at the mouth, and you don’t need to go looking for them, I linked them for anyone who wants to read it. I’ve never hidden it, and I wouldn’t. It’s tagged. You know what you’re going in for. If you agree to see it, then you were warned, and there’s nothing more we can do.

Simply as that.

#asks #anonymous

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