#thank you dam for reminding me. of this film

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WAIT ERIC BANA WAS HECTOR IN TROY (2004)?

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ℕ𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝕘𝕒𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 [dec,2023] [the complete series]

🎄Damiano × Ethan × reader

NSFW🔥 festive filthiness

° Damiano David/Ethan Torchio/female reader insert ✨ cameos by: Thomas Raggi & Victoria De Angelis

° all you want for christmas is some alone time with your boyfriends

wordcount::: 4,876

° merry christmas ya filthy animals. this is lore's fault (@lifeofa-fangirl ) 💋 thanks for encouraging me past my bedtime [requests are open! but commissions are priority! there are 2 fics currently in cue, secure your own spot here!]

° i own none of the lyrics included!

“Aw, I wanna sit on Santa's lap.” You said with an exaggerated pout.

You were watching one of your boyfriends getting ready to film a TikTok, they were making some silly content for social media. Selling the new album, that was the goal. And given the time of year, a Christmas theme seemed like the smartest thing to do. You weren’t sure who had come up with this concept, but it had been agreed for Ethan to play the role of Santa - more specifically, taking on the job of a mall Santa. The other three band members would take turns sitting on his lap, asking for a gift. At the end, it would reveal to be the new album and they would act ecstatically happy.

An assistant had rushed out, buying the best hat and fake beard options available. There was a bit of time before they had to be dressed and fully ready for the stage here in Tokyo, so the makeshift set had been prepared. Paz (the lead social media coordinator) was calling the shots, mobile phone in hand, like always.

You weren’t sure how fond you were of this fake, white beard, mostly due to how much of Ethan’s gorgeous face it hid. But you couldn’t help putting your own dirty spin on this scenario. You pictured sitting on his lap and telling him all the things you wanted him to do to you, once everybody but Damiano was gone.

You wondered what you could say that would make Ethan squirm in his seat. Could you turn his cheeks as red as that polyester hat if you reminded him (in great detail) of the Christmas-themed debauchery the three of you had gotten up to in the past? You could talk about that time in December when you had gifted him new bundles of shibari rope in the festive colours of red and green. He had taught you a few different ties, using Damiano to practise, until he was immobilised, then you had worked together to completely overstimulate him. Or maybe Ethan would like to reminisce on the glass, candy cane-shaped dildo your boyfriends had gifted you one Christmas, which you had later used on yourself while video calling them.

These were all wonderful, festive memories for you. But they needed to be kept to yourself for the moment.

“Do you want us to say anything specific?” Damiano asked Paz.

“Nope. We're going to put music over the top of it, some Christmas song.” She said. “You can say whatever you want, you can literally talk to him in Simlish if you want.”

Ethan's eyes lit up at that, and you didn't need to see his mouth to know that he was smiling. “Wetzbow.”

And Damiano instantly replied with a word from the video game's fake language. “Hooba noobie.”

“Are you gonna be holding your cup of tea in the video?” Thomas asked.

“If he wants to.” She said, overruling everyone else immediately. “You can do what you like, anything but shoving your tongue in his ear.”

Damiano groaned dramatically. “Now that's all I wanna do.”

“On your own time, Dam.” Thomas said.

You stood off to the sidelines, out of the camera's view, not wanting to get in the way of their filming. It was very cute to watch, all four of them overacting and Ethan attempting to not fuss with his beard while Paz was filming.

You couldn't hold back your giggles when he was directed to give the camera a cheesy wink to close the video out. It didn’t look like it was coming naturally to him, instead it looked as if he was putting a lot of effort into completing the simple gesture. Was he overdoing it because he feared that otherwise the camera wouldn’t pick it up?

“What are you laughing about?” Damiano asked, the three of them were perched on the chair around Ethan, holding the record sleeves up for the camera to see.

“Yeah, who fucked up?” Victoria asked.

“No, no, there was no fuck up. I’m just- it’s nothing, ignore me.” You said, trying to stifle any further giggles. “Great winking, bubba. You’re really doing a great job.”

“Thank you?” Ethan said it as a question, his brow furrowed and you covered your lips with your hand.

“Alright, let’s give the ending another take and I’m gonna try to get a smooth zoom in on that wink.” Paz said, refocusing everyone. “Are we ready? Let’s go, lots of energy ‘cause you just got the best Christmas gift known to man.”

You bowed your head and turned around as subtly as possible, so as to not disrupt this take. You kept your amusement over him winking like an alien just introduced to the concept to yourself. You could laugh about it with him later.

*** *** ***

You had long since ceased thinking about Santa, in any shape or form. Now that you were back at the hotel after Måneskin's show, your mind was only on relaxing and getting yourself ready for however much sleep you could secure for yourself. You were cuddling up with Ethan in bed.

Damiano was having his last cigarette of the night, out on the room's balcony with a cup of tea (it wouldn't be his last of the night). Ethan was winding down in his own way, scrolling through Reddit on his mobile phone. If he found anything of interest on ‘Out of the Loop', he read them aloud to you.

He got up to use the bathroom, out of the room when Damiano returned inside. You sat up, taking a longer look at your boyfriend.

“Why do you look like you're scheming something?” You asked.

“Me? I look like I’m scheming something?”

“Yes, you do.” You said as he didn’t make any attempt to conceal the cheeky grin on his face.

“I don’t know what I could possibly be scheming.” He said, going over to the table where your backpacks had been dumped upon first arriving back. “Ethan?”

“Bathroom.”

He didn’t try to hide what he was doing and you watched him opening his own bag, pulling a bright red hat out. You identified it as a Santa hat before he was swiftly folding it up and depositing it into the pocket of the baggy pants he wore. You narrowed your eyes, unable to figure out what his goal was.

“Are you sure-?”

The bathroom door made a little click as it opened and he moved over, going to Ethan’s bag instead. You dropped the rest of your question, wanting to see how this played out.

“Do you have any gum, babe?” He asked Ethan.

He walked over, helping Damiano go through his bag. “Gum? Weren't you just having peppermint tea?” Damiano took his hands out of Ethan's bag, seemingly satisfied that Ethan was distracted enough. While Ethan was looking through the contents, Damiano's hand went into his pocket. “Did you not get enough peppermint, or-?”

Ethan was startled into silence when Damiano brought the Santa hat down onto his head. Damiano pulled it down, the white trim resting above Ethan's eyebrows. He narrowed his eyes, looking at Damiano, clueless. You began to giggle even though you still didn't know what he was planning.

“Was this ever about gum?” Ethan asked.

Damiano put an arm around his shoulders and gave him a tap on the nose. “No, it's about you being the cutest Santa in the world. Look. And we should get to enjoy it for longer, more than a stupid TikTok.”

“Okay.” Ethan relented, knowing better than to resist when Damiano was in a playful mood. “Enjoy it, then. What do you want me to do? Is there a certain pose that you are really needing to see me do?”

“You just do whatever pose feels natural for you, bubba.” You said. “Make the character your own.”

“Actually. Come with me.” Damiano said, taking Ethan's hand and leading him over to one of the armchairs. “Sit down, because this is more about me doing a pose for you.”

“Oh?” Ethan sounded intrigued.

You moved towards the end of the bed, also thoroughly intrigued and not wanting to miss anything. Ethan sat down in the seat and fussed a little with the hat, getting the pom-pom to the right spot.

Damiano plucked his phone out of his pocket and threw it towards you. “Help me out, sweet thing.”

You unlocked the screen - you knew the passcodes to all of their devices. His phone opened immediately to a website that showed you lyrics. Now you knew what he was up to.

Damiano stood in front of Ethan's knees and Ethan smiled up at him. He started to reach one hand up above his head and sang the beginning of the song.

“Santa baby…” He sang sweetly and bent his knees, lowering himself. “Slip a little sable under the tree…”

Ethan chuckled, his smile growing. “I'm getting a song? Wow, a private performance just ‘cause I put a cheap hat on.”

“Been an awful good girl…” Damiano sang, getting down to the floor as he kept his eyes on Ethan. “Santa baby…” Damiano put his hands to Ethan's knees and pushed them apart. “And hurry down the chimney tonight…” He rolled his body forward, filling this new space and getting closer to Ethan.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across Damiano's cheeks. He was leaning in and it was clear to you that he wanted to kiss, still smiling, entirely invested in Damiano's shenanigans.

But Damiano denied Ethan the kiss. Instead of kissing him, Damiano stood up and began to walk a slow circle around the seat. He continued singing, not needing any musical accompaniment to keep his focus.

He stood behind Ethan and popped his head over one of Ethan's shoulders. “Next year I could be just as good…” He moved over to the opposite shoulder. “If you check off my Christmas list…

“Santa baby…” You saw his hesitant pause and then his eyes darted over to you as he mumbled over the next words. “Ah, huh- wan'...”

“Yacht.” You read, prompting him from the lyrics in front of you.

He nodded and went back to singing loudly, fully confident again. “...a yacht, and really that's not a lot…”

The slip up hadn't taken away from how captivated Ethan appeared, he kept his eyes on Damiano, turning his head so as to not miss anything. Damiano got in front of Ethan again, turning his back. He leaned forward, hands on his knees as he presented his ass to Ethan. As he continued singing, he slowly rocked from one side to the other, wiggling his butt sensually in Ethan's face. Ethan was still smiling, raising his hands, clearly wanting to grab.

“So hurry down the chimney tonight…”

Damiano faced him, putting his hands to the buttons that ran down the front of his shirt, making a show of undoing them. “Santa honey…” He got the shirt off, but looked to you for more guidance.

“One little thing.” You said, letting him get his groove back.

He found his place in the song and kept singing. He held his shirt in both hands and passed it around the back of Ethan's neck. He used this to bring Ethan forward, his head going to Damiano's bare chest, which Ethan didn't resist.

Damiano began to shimmy his shoulders, making Ethan laugh. He put his hands to the other man's back, his words a little muffled. “Oh, it's been so long since I've had a good motorboating.”

“Fill my stocking with a duplex…”***

Damiano put himself in Ethan's lap, facing him as he reached the end of the song, still so full of energy. “Hurry down the chimney tonight…” He put his hands on Ethan's shoulders, leaning in. “Hurry, tonight.”

Before Ethan could compliment this performance, Damiano was kissing him. Damiano put his hand to the back of Ethan's head, making it clear that he wanted more than a peck. You were glad to not need to help with the lyrics anymore, now you could stop looking at the phone and instead concentrate on them. You watched the way Ethan kept his hands on Damiano's back, the two of them sinking into this embrace and it was just as enjoyable to watch as his singing.

“That was really great, Daddy. I loved it.” Ethan said as Damiano continued to hold the shirt taut around the back of his neck. “You definitely got me feeling the Christmas spirit.”

“Christmas spirit?” Damiano repeated. “That's what you're feeling?”

“Yeah.” Ethan said before kissing him again.

He began looking in your direction a little. “Do you know who else could do with a little Christmas spirit?”

Ethan looked at you too. “Hi.”

You got up from the mattress, starting to walk towards them without any real plan of what to do. “Hi.”

“I heard what you said before.” Damiano told you. “You said you wanted to sit in Santa's lap too.”

Ethan smiled at you. “Did you say that?”

“Well, yeah. Everyone else got a turn sitting in your lap. But I would do it differently to them, a little less camera-friendly.” You said.

Damiano got up and moved out of the way. “It's your turn now.”

You went over, your hand resting on Ethan's shoulder as you got closer. “I'm not going to sing to you.”

“That is so fine, you don't need to.” He said, his hands going to your body as soon as you sat down. You faced him, brushing his hair back off of his shoulders. “Not to sound too transactional, but the only thing you need to do is tell me what you want for Christmas.”

You put your hand under his chin, propping his face up as you leaned in. “I want to be on the naughty list.”

“What are you going to do to get there?” He asked quietly, his eyes going down to your mouth.

You put your lips to his, moving your hand up to caress his cheek. You were soon tasting hints of the flavour left behind by Damiano - his cigarette and mint-infused saliva still vaguely present on Ethan’s lip as you rubbed your tongue against it. It was a testament to how deeply your boyfriends had been kissing and you intended to go just as deep.

Upon returning back to the suite, Ethan had stripped down to everything but his underwear. So when you pressed your body against his, you were feeling the heat from his skin through the T-shirt you were wearing. You wrapped an arm around his neck, intending to savour all of the benefits that this closeness brought.

“I hate to interrupt.” Damiano said. “But I just felt the need to share how glad I am that you haven’t decided to start talking in a Santa voice.”

Even as he began to turn away, Ethan kissed you a few more times. “Well the voice wouldn’t make much sense without the beard.” This set you off giggling. “But I might start speaking like him, in that I’ll steal his catchphrase to call you a hoe hoe hoe.”

“Ooh, would you? You know how much I love it when you address me correctly.” Damiano said.

With no further interruptions, you got back to kissing Ethan. As you did this, you began to move your hips, gently rocking. It was a prelude to what you planned to do, a subtle way to check his receptiveness.

He moved his hands beneath the material of your shirt, at the same time as when his tongue slid between your lips. You felt the anticipation swelling up within you as you looked forward to creating a new festive (yet filthy) memory with them.

“This guy hears everything, huh?” You said.

“Santa? I think the lyric is about how he sees everything you do, right?” He asked, a cute crease in his brow.

“No, this guy.” You said and you jabbed your thumb in Damiano’s direction to help add clarity.

“Well I listen when you talk, baby. Because most of the time you’re saying something dirty.” He said and as you looked up at him, Ethan started to kiss across your neck. “I was standing right next to you, you can’t be that surprised over me hearing it.”

“So you heard it, and then you just thought about it all night?” You asked.

“Pretty much. A man in a makeup chair has a lot of time to think.” Damiano said. “You weren’t thinking about it after you said it, making little plans of what you would do if you got the chance?”

“Uh…”

“Answer the question, baby.” Ethan said.

“I was definitely thinking about it when I said it. It wasn't just a passing comment, I had some- you know, images in mind at the time. But I let it go once the hat came off because I figured it wouldn't happen.” You said. “And now I'm making it up as I go along, I didn't plan like you. I'm just letting the Christmas spirit take me wherever.”

“Ah yes, the Christmas spirit.” Damiano said, wiggling his fingers in the air.

Ethan got your attention back by kissing you on the cheek. “Well you're in my lap now, you better make the most of it.”

“Watch me make the most of it.” You said, giving him a kiss.

Then you quickly removed your shirt, his eyes keenly taking in this sight. You put your hands down to your panties, happy to get out of them for him. You stood up, removing the lingerie altogether and turning your back to him.

You made sure to arch your back, sticking your butt out as you lowered yourself down to his lap, facing away from him this time. He wrapped his arms around your middle and gave you some kisses across your shoulder, meanwhile you were reaching your arms out to Damiano.

“You must have gotten yourself worked up while you were making your little plans there, Daddy.” You said.

“Yeah, there were definitely images in my mind, as well- interesting, pleasing, exciting, memorable images.” He said, smiling as he moved in closer.

With him standing in front of you, you unzipped his jeans, reaching in for his briefs. Over the fabric, you began to run your hand up-and-down the length of his dick. He cupped your cheek in his hand, gazing down at you. Ethan continued kissing your skin as Damiano caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. As you were grinding yourself on Ethan, you opened your mouth and took Damiano's thumb between your lips, sucking on it a little.

Behind you, Ethan was making some adjustments. Before too long you were feeling his hot and uncovered dick. You grinded your butt against it, feeling how stiff it already was. He tightened his arm around your middle, more of his body tensing as he let you settle into a rhythm.

You were feeling Damiano getting firmer, so you proceeded to pull his dick free of his underwear. Immediately you wrapped your fingers around his length, working your hand at almost the same rhythm you were rocking on Ethan. You didn’t have to match it perfectly, the look on Damiano’s face told you that he was appreciative of what you were doing.

Wanting more than just sucking his thumb, you emptied your mouth and turned away. You looked at Ethan, bumping your nose against his cheek for his attention. He took his lips off of your shoulder, quickly making himself available for more kisses. You leaned in so close as you claimed his mouth again.

He was moving his body with yours, attaching himself to your energy. As the two of you were tapping into this synergy, you acknowledged that this encounter was no longer about playing roles. The focus wasn’t on the time of year, now it was about enjoying the experience of each other’s bodies. He wasn’t acting as Santa, now he was acting according to his desires.

He got himself lined up, sinking the tip of his cock into your slicked entrance. Now excitement rushed into your body and you broke the kiss before your breath could be wholly taken away.

As Ethan tenderly pushed more of his shaft inside, you changed the way you were handling Damiano’s cock. You looked up at him, beginning to direct him towards your mouth. He sweetly stroked your cheek some more, his eyes were locked on you, not wanting to miss any of what you were doing. The way that he was so captivated by your movements, it was the same way that huge crowd had watched him for the duration of the concert. He was so invested and you planned to show him exactly why you had earned this.

You pressed a kiss to the head, enjoying the beginnings of his taste. You saw his breath coming in quicker as he anticipated what you would do next. You moved your tongue in rings on his tip, letting the sensitivities build. All the while, Ethan was pushing deeper into you. You continued stroking your hand on Damiano’s length, your eyes fluttering shut as you surrendered yourself to this rising passion.

Ethan’s movements were all the more enticing now, steadily massaging you into a heightened state. His hand gripped your side, holding you so securely while his other went to your breast, playing with your firm nipple. As you kept in time with him, he applied kisses to your neck, taking the chance to appreciate every part of you within reach.

You pushed your tongue out over your lower lip before you slid your mouth further down Damiano’s length. His hand went to the top of your head as you took the majority of it between your lips. So as to avoid overwhelming you too soon, he held himself still, the thrusting would come later. You let his head rest against the roof of your mouth as you used your tongue on the underside of his cock. You explored this area, gliding your tongue up-and-down.

When you sucked your cheeks in around his dick, his fingers curled, wrapping around sections of your hair. The swinging of Ethan’s hips got faster, indicating a neediness that hadn’t been present earlier. It saw you moaning on Damiano’s dick as you felt the friction between yours and Ethan’s bodies growing. It introduced tremors into your system and you noticed how his kisses had started to linger, the occasional lick and brief suck added to how he treated your neck.

You changed the angle on Damiano’s dick so that you could take him deeper, directing him to the back of your mouth. He whimpered, his stance altering - you knew him well enough that you could tell he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back much longer.

And you welcomed it. You sought to draw more out of him, taking the head of his cock to the opening of your throat. He gripped your hair tighter.

Then his lust took over and he allowed his hips to twitch forward, plunging him into the tightness of your throat. You felt him throbbing in there.

He sighed out your name. “You’re so ready to use that sweet mouth for naughtiness. I didn’t even have to ask you to put it in your throat.”

He rocked himself back, leaving your throat for the moment. You reset your lips around his dick as he thrust his hips into your face. It wasn’t very quick, and compared to what Ethan was doing, it felt extraordinarily gentle.

He had stopped kissing the side of your neck, now resting his head against yours for support as all of his efforts went into the incessant snapping of his hips. You did your best to keep up with them, meeting the majority of his thrusts. But the power of his movements easily dwarfed yours and it was obvious that he wasn’t going to quit, not while he was so clearly on the path to his climax.

It was enough to just keep moving, to keep your body invested in his momentum as he followed one reckless collision with another. You listened to his numerous failed attempts to catch his breath. Goosebumps sprang up all over your body as the tension swelled up to fever pitch.

You felt how easy it would be to become overwhelmed by the electricity rushing through you. But he beat you to it, capturing his release with one final pound into you.

For the moment it seemed that you could feel every nerve in your system and how fraught they all were. He leaned back, giving you back some of your personal space, his arm loosening around you. He stilled himself after taking his hand off of your breast.

But Damiano was not still, keeping at working his cock between your lips. Ethan stroked your back as you moved your focus, sucking your cheeks in a little harder.

“Well, this sight is better than anything I could have thought up.” Damiano said.

You felt pride blossoming up. There was something in knowing how much you turned him on that added to your own arousal.

It wasn’t as simple or superficial as a compliment. And you were eager to put this energy to use, to ride these dazzling emotions to the next height - where things were going to be even more exciting.

You weren’t sure if Ethan was done recovering yet or not, but you simply couldn’t hold yourself still any longer. You started to build your own pacing, thrusting in his lap again. He didn’t discourage you in any way and you worked yourself on his cock, while still sucking Damiano’s.

He was getting more into his bucking, both of his hands holding your head now. “What do you say, baby?” His tip glided into your throat again. “Do you want a new necklace for Christmas?”

You forced yourself back, taking him out of your mouth. “Uh-uh, I'm gonna swallow it.”

He beamed. “Oh, yes you are.” He pushed his tip between your parted lips and you opened your mouth further for him. “You're so ready to swallow it all.”

You shut your eyes and moved yourself further down his length. His fingers flexed and relaxed, then gripped again on either side of your head. You rutted yourself back into Ethan, striking him consistently.

You could feel the excitement getting out of hand and you were soon chasing for that release. Your walls gripped tight to Ethan's cock and the sensitivities swam through your body, ready to overwhelm you with each hungry thrust.

On his next rock forward, Damiano delivered his dick back into your throat. You couldn't control the spasming this prompted, but you also weren't bothered by it as your focus secured on your own experience. You were diving over the edge and capturing your orgasm, trembling wildly between your boyfriends.

With drool spilling down your chin, you began to come back to reality. You looked up at Damiano, he writhed against you, chest rapidly rising-and-falling as he kept himself in your throat. You were still shaking, you put your hand to his wrist, willing yourself to stay with him.

It was a victory when you felt him unloading straight down your throat - you were rewarded with the thick and hot liquid. With a series of incoherent, strangled sounds he rocked back slightly, leaving your throat, but staying in the warmth of your mouth. You could have taken in a deep breath, instead you breathed through your nose so that you could secure your lips around his cock, giving him a strong finish. He ran his shaft against your messy lips, the cum filling into your mouth with his every lazy thrust.

He finished out the momentum, his fingers relaxing on your head as he pulled out of your mouth. You leaned back into Ethan, who kept his arms securely around you. He reached up, wiping away some of the mess that covered your chin as you took a few thorough swallows. You shut your eyes and just concentrated on catching your breath.

“Definitely on the naughty list now.” Damiano said, his hand soothingly rubbing across your forehead.

“Oh, she's topping that list, for sure.” Ethan said. “I'll put in a word with the right people, because I got connections.”

“When you're making your cup of tea, can I get one as well, please?” You asked, not bothering to open your eyes as you slumped further into him.

“Of course you can get tea, sweet thing.” Damiano said.

As you gradually came down, you and Ethan relocated to the bed. You stole the hat off of his head. Damiano moved around the kitchen while Ethan disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back into the main room, he had a thoughtful look on his face. “So should I grow a beard? Is that what I should take from this?”

“Nope.” You answered quickly.

“Only if it's white and curly.” Damiano contributed as he came over with the tea.

You started giggling as both of your boyfriends joined you on the mattress. “So he'll have to keep it consistently bleached and sleep with fuckin' rollers in it?”

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joke i thought about much after the fact

*** "Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing- a ring: one that goes on my cock!"

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1917  - 2019                                  Dir. Sam Mendes

Date Watched: May 8, 2023         Platform: BBC iPlayer (until Jun 7th)

TW: War, Gore, Blood, Explosions, Gunfire, Death, Burn Victims, Loud Noises, Jump-scares

Synopsis: Set in the intense trench warfare of the First World War, 1917 follows two British Lance Corporals Blake and Schofield as they are sent to deliver an urgent message to an isolated regiment to prevent 1,600 men from walking into a deadly trap. The mission sees the pair cross no man’s land and through supposedly abandoned enemy trenches to deliver the orders before it’s too late. Shot and edited to create the illusion of being one continuous take. 1917 follows the two courageous men through every step of their dangerous journey.

Rating: 5/5

Review: Again something I have been meaning to get round to watching and I have this on DVD so absolutely no excuse but as someone who isn’t so connected with war strategies and army jargon like the generations before me, purposely watching a period war epic wasn’t really on my immediate to do list. However when I found this film showing on BBC2 I decided to sit tight and make the time and I am so pleased that I did. Following the main characters through trenches and no man’s land in war torn France through one “continuous��� shot means you don’t miss anything out, there are next to no gaps in the protagonists story that could leave you confused or distracted. I felt like a video game particularly the way the camera pans around the characters. Following this story in such closed parameters as this allows you as a viewer to experience the gruesome and terrifying atrocities of WW1 close-up but not so much that it can overwhelm. The characters are always moving, they have to be determined to just get to their destination no matter what so we don’t have time to dwell on the rat infested mine shaft or the mass of dead bodies damming the river. There are plenty of jump scares which again reminded me of a video game just a bit. These scares aren’t overused and are a very effective way to have the grim reality of war acknowledged by the characters and the story. The fear of every breath being your last is very real in this film and the story doesn’t shy away from sudden deaths. Even with the characters’ need to keep going desensitising them from the horrors around them, there are some extremely emotional beats in moments where I as a viewer felt like I needed to cry just by the sheer rollercoaster I felt I had gone on with the protagonists. The ending isn’t necessarily a happy one but, with the help of a score by Thomas Newman, the film ends on a hopeful note. Rather than a joyful ending the emotion is more relief as the script could’ve ended on a far gloomier note and you are incredibly thankful it didn’t.

This war epic feels like one of the most accessible I have seen as the no-visible-cuts approach in the edit does wonders for the pacing. It could have ran for an extra hour and I probably would not have noticed. Even one of the major plot points that happened at the half way mark had me questioning if it was too early for that to happen but only because I had felt like it had barely been on ten minutes. I say that as a compliment because with my attention span and tendency to tune out of media even when I am actually interested in it, this film engaged me from start to finish to the point that I didn’t want to leave the room for anything. I wish I’d seen this in the cinema at the time but again gritty war epics aren’t really marketed to me and maybe they should but also maybe I should be more open minded. Also I am like an OG George McKay stan (I voted for him when he was nominated for BAFTA Rising Star and I’m still sad he didn’t win) and I think his performance in this should’ve been more recognised during award season, I don’t really understand how anyone is still sleeping on him after seeing this film but anyway you were still my favourite lost boy George. Now if you are technically minded about the making of films like me you might be desperate to understand how this film appears to be one long take. This is almost exclusively editing trickery like no fortunately they didn’t have to shoot perfectly for two hours like how would that work outside of a play anyway. The effect was created using invisible transitions such as when the characters go into pitch darkness or behind objects and set pieces for example. It doesn’t ruin the immersion but allows for cuts to be made however it does require a lot of precision and rehearsal. It reported took 6 months for the actors to rehearse this film before shooting so they could get every detail precise and accurate. As a result the longest unbroken shot is only 8 ½ minutes and the shortest just shy of 40 seconds. Editor Lee Smith also worked on the Bond film Spectre so if you are at all familiar with the opening of that film than this might give you an idea of the undertaking that was the process of making 1917. This film really affected me in a way I didn’t expect and I think I would choose to watch it again, the level of immersion, emotion and stakes is why I have awarded 5/5. I urge everyone to make time for this movie even if you think you won’t like it.

[lettersfromandie]

I Might Be Okay But I'm Not Fine At All After The All Too Well Premiere

I've been listening to Red (Taylor's Version) all day everyday now. No shame of singing it anywhere even if my sister asks, "Pwede lain na sad ato iplay? Para breather ba." (Can we play something else? A breather [from always listening to Red].)

Red is my favorite Taylor Swift album. And I'm overwhelmed that MissMaam Taylor has so many surprises for us. Are you also biased with Red, 'dam? Chos HAHAHA

I also want to say that the Phoebe Bridgers collab in RedTV is ONE OF THE BEST EVER. I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU TAYLOR HUHU

Anyway, comparing it to the 2012 version, the RedTV has cleaner mixing. Of course this is already expected but I'm super amazed of how crisp and clean the sounds are, especially in All Too Well.

In the 2012 version, the guitar strumming is so amplified. In Taylor's Version, it is now the percussions that's more prominent. Both versions are honestly good but I prefer the latter + sarap ng timpla of how well the band played the instruments and the back-up vocals too!! Solid kaayo ang musical arrangement sa Red TV and I can just imagine how hard she worked to re-record this album.

Speaking of All Too Well, it's part of my routine na to watch its short film, or if not, listen to the 10-minute version over and over again because GRABE ANG GANDA GUSTO KONG UMIYAK.  This song has always been my fave TS song and I guess I'm obsessed with the short film because we were deprived of having an MV before :'-D But now Taylor's Version DELIVERS! She gave us a short film!! 😭💘

I love the direction. I love the cinematography. I love the casting. I love the acting. I love how it shows not only the shitty parts of the relationship, but also the good parts that made her ask, Are you real?

Sadie Sink and Dylan O'Brien were perfect for the roles. Their chemistry was unexpected yet superb. Honestly before its premiere, the actors' age difference didn't sit well with me and I doubted that they'd look good together. But they proved many of us wrong. And I think it's safe to assume that Taylor did that intentionally 😏 It's one of the many nuances in the short film that she gave attention to.

The "You called me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest." has always been my favorite part in All Too Well. But after watching the short so many times now, I think I have a new favorite: 

"But you keep my old scarf from that very first week. Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me. You can't get rid of it cause you remember it all too well." 

She perfectly used the word INNOCENCE. That part of the song is THE REMEMBERING chapter. The perfectly played drums going well with the beat? INFECTIOUS. And the throwing in of all their intimate moments and good parts of their relationship like a supercut? BEAUTIFUL 😩 

I lost count how many times I've listened and watched it. I'm afraid that I'll eventually get tired from it. I hope I don't. I think I never will. 'Cause I've been listening to this song for years now and it's still one of the best. Ever.

I don't know how to end this post haha. But I guess I'll end it by saying that over the years Taylor Swift has proved to us that she is truly a songwriting genius. Yet now she also proves how equally talented she is in film writing and directing. I STAN THIS QUEEN.

Love, Andie

[yoontaethings]

normal kind of love — jjk (1)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

rating: explicit

word count: 2.5k

warnings: a lot of cussing and some teasing if you squint, but other than that none really (the warnings will come next chapter lmao)

you’re one half of hollywood’s on-screen it couple. the greatest chemistry known on-screen with the one and only, jeon jungkook, the bane of your existence.

a/n: this was supposed to be a longer chapter but i decided to split it in half to tease potential readers mwahaha btw this chapter is very very unedited, though i did postpone the upload because i had to remove some parts because i just thought the story didn’t need those bits anymore lol but the rest of this story i haven’t even read through yet, i just wrote and wrote and wrote so please excuse any errors (my tenses might also not be consistent but i’ll edit this soon)

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There was no way.

There was no way in hell they were pairing you up with him. Again.

You were confirmed to be cast as the female lead in the movie before any other characters were casted. They should have chosen a different male lead for this romance film. Heck, even Kim Taehyung, a friend of yours, received an offer for the role and you were certain he planned to take it. Unfortunately for you, even if Taehyung wanted the role, he couldn’t accept it because of scheduling conflict with another film he’s already working on.

Jeon Jungkook, an actor you starred alongside in “Dangerous Illusion”, was just confirmed as the male lead of your upcoming movie “Chosen for Pleasure”. The same man who seemed to make it his life goal to ruin you. After Jungkook was confirmed to play the male lead in your upcoming movie, fans on Twitter have been blowing up about it and made you two a trending topic worldwide. Elated fans mentioned you in their tweets expressing how happy they were to see you two again together. You wish you could say you felt the same.

The previous movie you worked on was a thriller/mystery. You played the part of Jungkook's wife in the film. The film was a blockbuster hit, as a result of the well-thought storyline, yet additionally because of its leads. Fans adored the chemistry between you and Jungkook, regardless of not having a lot of romantic scenes in the film. There were a lot of fans who wanted to see you two on-screen once more, this time, in a romance focused film. Looks like their wishes were coming true.

To add insult to injury, your impending film was going to be an adult romance. It required some steamy scenes that normally didn't trouble you because you were a true professional, yet absolutely irritates you now since you need to do them with Jeon Jungkook.

The script reading was to be done today and your eyes opened an hour later than the time you set for your alarm because of the fucking snooze button. Seriously, why were snooze buttons even invented? They just allowed people to sleep through their alarms continuously.

Hand reaching for the phone on your nightstand, you knocked over a booklet that was over it. It was the script you spent hours reading to grab a sense of the character you were going to portray. Obviously, you already knew the basics about the part you were going to play, but knowing the entire story helped in portraying your character.

Your eyes squinted at the bright light of your phone that had the numbers 8:33 glaring at you, unlocking it to see a couple of texts and missed calls from your manager.

‘Are you awake yet?’

‘Please don’t tell me you forgot about the script reading today’

‘Ok I know you’re still asleep but just make sure you get ready on time, being late won’t do you and your image any favors’

‘I’ll pick you up at 9’

You rolled your eyes at his messages. You loved Hoseok and he was the best manager you could have been given from your agency, but he nagged too much. He was also your friend and his endless nags made you want to rip your eyeballs out sometimes because even when you’re supposed to unwind with him, he never forgets to remind you of your job.

‘I’m the fucking lead, Hobi, they’ll wait for me’

You slapped your phone back onto the nightstand and started going about with your morning routine. You didn’t have a lot of time, and even though you knew they would definitely wait for you, you hated being that bitch who made people wait so you took a quick shower and slapped on some sunscreen, powder, and finishing off with your go-to lipstick. You didn’t bother with makeup and dressing up. This was just going to be a script reading and sure, there were going to be photos taken but the thousands of dollars you’ve spent on facials and treatments already made sure your face was at least flawless despite the lack of effort.

Bringing only your phone, wallet and script, you exited your building and as usual, a shiny black van already awaited outside. Hoseok was leaning on it, scrolling through his phone when he sensed your presence and looked up.

“Oh, thank god you’re on time.” He exhaled in relief, pocketing his phone.

“I value sleep but you’re well aware I also value my career.”

Hoseok grinned. “Now there’s the y/n I know.” He then slid the van door open and you entered without another word.

The drive was pretty much uneventful, with you scrolling through your social media, seeing what fans have been tweeting about recently and with Hoseok humming along to the random pop music playing.

You longed for a distraction, something much more interesting than working your thumb throughout the drive because of the chasm that you were about to jump into when you arrived on set. You weren’t stupid enough to forget about the man who got the role of your romantic interest in the film. But you were wise enough to not let it haunt you for the past weeks. Now though, you can’t really avoid it anymore since you were supposed to be seeing him in person again after almost 2 years. You didn’t exactly leave on the best terms with Jungkook but who knows, maybe you’ll be able to act civil around each other.

At least you were sure you were going to act civil around him, already decided on taking the higher path. You’re not so sure about him, but fingers crossed he’ll at least be an adult about the situation and pretend he can stand being in the same room as you.

Soon enough, you were entering the room the script reading was to be held in. Bowing and greeting the actors and staff seated around the table as you passed by to get to the last vacant seat. You caught Jungkook’s eyes following your movements as you sat down. Luckily, he was seated across from you and it was easier to ignore his presence with the staff members greeting and coddling you.

As always, script reading began with actors introducing themselves and the role they’re going to play. As the female lead, you started off.

“Hello everyone. I’m y/n y/l/n and I’m going to take on the role of Yuri.” Hands clapped around you as you sat back down.

“Hello, I’m Jeon Jungkook and I’ll be playing Ryan.”

You didn’t bother clapping unlike the rest and avoided the eyes of the voice’s origin.

The script reading continued without a hitch– for the most part. The other cast members were very friendly, and laughter was exchanged during the read. The same couldn’t be said for you and Jungkook though.

When lines between your characters were exchanged, there was a weird tension in the room. It felt like everyone else were holding their breaths and waiting for either of you two explode and announce that you can’t do this film anymore. As dramatic as that would be, none of that happened. Instead, cheesy romantic lines sounded flat and bored from both you and Jungkook. The director made a tsk-ing sound whenever that happened.

“It’s always been you.” You read. The script said that Yuri and Ryan stared in adoration towards each other before Ryan uttered his next words.

“Marry me?” Jungkook asked.

You nodded your head as a wrap for the script reading. According to the script, there was supposed to be a kissing scene at the end, so you make ridiculous smooching noises. The cast burst into giggles before the director stood from his seat.

“…and that’s a wrap!” He clasped his hands together. “Hopefully when we start shooting things only look up from there.” He flitted his eyes between you and Jungkook.

Honestly, you wish that too but from yours and Jungkook’s history, you don’t really think that’s possible.

You were both professionals though and you’re sure you could at least count on him to make the on-screen romance feel real.

“I’m sorry.” Hoseok said with pity in his eyes.

“Wha- but… why?” You asked, confused with what was happening.

Your part in the new film ‘The Notebook: Remake’ has apparently been withdrawn. As one of the rising stars in Hollywood, this was a really great opportunity for you. It’s one of the most anticipated films and accepting the offer of being the female lead in the movie was a no-brainer. Anyone who refuses that role is just stupid.

But now they were apparently taking it back.

Hoseok sighed. “There were too many scandals surrounding you recently. It doesn’t matter if they’re true or not, but you’ve been seen in hotels that Jeon Jungkook has been in too, and in everyone’s eyes you’re now secretly seeing him.”

“But we’ve never even been seen together in any of those photos. Don’t people know the word fucking coincidence?” Your brows furrowed, fists clenching at your sides. “And what does this have to do with my role in the film?”

“It seems they wanted someone with a ‘cleaner image’ and someone who’ll get the film to be a hit. Apparently, the romance won't be convincing if the female lead is dating someone in real life.”

You stared at Hoseok. He stared back waiting for a lash out, an angry outburst, anything really, but you remained silent, eyes unmoving. Soon enough, the dam doors burst open and the tears suddenly came streaming down your face. Hoseok exhaled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hobi what did I do so wrong to deserve this?” you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, it’s not your fault they’re all dumbasses. But you know the industry, y/n. We’ll find better films for you, okay?”

“Why is Jeon Jungkook such a thorn on my side? Why is he always ruining everything for me?”

“We can’t blame him, honey. He’s probably a victim in this too because of those damn rumor outlets.” Hoseok rubbed his hands along your back.

“But I’m getting the short end of the stick! The rumor is probably just feeding his bad boy persona!”

“Life’s unfair, y/n. Surely by now you’re aware of that. Just remember, karma’s going to bite them in the ass someday, okay? For now, do you want to call it a day and go home? I’ll drive you back and I’ll just report to the agency that you’re not feeling well.”

You nod your head, too listless to bother answering with words because there was only one thing on your mind right now.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and his good looks. He just ruined the best opportunity for you. You were going to get him back for this. Like Hoseok said, karma’s going to bite him in the ass someday. And that karma was going to be you.

You were supposed to be looking forward to filming one of your dream movies with your dream director. But all you felt was dread when you arrived on set. You promised yourself that you’d stay unaffected to Jeon Jungkook, but you couldn’t help the distaste for him to be left on your face while filming.

The scene you were shooting was when your characters first met and the first takes were a total disaster. You and Jungkook barely spared each other a glance, even when your character was supposed to be enticed by him, breaking down Yuri’s cold exterior. A break was called after the 6th take because the director was so frustrated that he looked like he was about to call the casting director and replace his two leads.

You sighed, not knowing what to do with yourself after the announcement of a break. Your feet led you to your dressing room, ready to pass out on the couch but before you could, someone barged in. Your head turned towards the door, expecting it to be your manager or the director or anyone really, just not the person who currently stood at the doorway.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asked. Your eyes were suddenly drawn to his biceps which bulged from his shirt as he crossed his arms. The damn arms looked delicious. Too bad they belonged to someone you would never ever be attracted to.

“Sure.” You shrugged your shoulders. You were sure he came here to talk to you about filming and how to work out your indifferences and shit like that and honestly, you were so tired of hating him you’re ready to just go along with whatever. Hating someone actually takes a lot of effort, you realize.

Jungkook stepped towards you until he’s close enough that you had to tilt your head upwards to look at his eyes. His eyes locked on yours for a moment before his arms uncrossed and one of his hands landed on the wall behind you. He successfully caged you in with no way out. His lips part and your eyes are drawn to the movement, feeling his exhales on your nose. You swallowed nervously.

Good lord his breath smelled so good.

“Babe, I’m sure you’re just as thrilled as I am to be working with you again as you are with me, but let’s not mess this up okay? Let’s get this over with perfectly and quickly so we don’t have to deal with each other again after. Deal?” His eyebrows raised in question and you nodded dumbly, unable to form a coherent sentence with how close he was to you.

You felt a sudden rush of heat down there and was mentally cursing the man in front of you for how much he was affecting you. He tilted his head to the side and leaned in closer to your face as if he was about to kiss you then he suddenly stopped, his mouth forming a smirk, taunting you.

That smirk was all it took for you to snap back to reality. No, you were not going to let him take the upper hand here. A burst of confidence surged through you as you leaned closer to him too and allowed your lips to brush lightly against his cheek.

“Deal.”

You pulled away, satisfied with how his lips drooped apparently not expecting that. You looked down and there it was, the tenting of his pants that brought a coy smile to your lips. Ha, take that.

You glanced back up at him, your fingers trailing over his thighs. “Aw, didn’t realize you saw me that way Jeon.” You abruptly pulled away and walked out of the room without another word, leaving him hard and defeated.

This is the beginning of his karma, you thought as you grinned to yourself.

[monsoonblooms12]

Hope (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Ethan and Pooja's thoughts before and after the first time Pooja goes to his home (Set in Book 1, Chapter 8)

A/N: Never thought I would be able to complete this, but here we are! Honestly it is a mess, but I still hope it is an enjoyable mess😃

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Rating: General

Word Count: around 1.7K

Category: Kinda angsty (??)

Trope(s): And there’s some good ol’ Pining

Warnings: None that I noticed

Ethan:

There was a strange calm in the sky, the moon sparkling milky white. Seconds seemed to drift slowly with gentle ripples, like rose petals floating on a calm pond.

And amidst this ataraxy, was a restless, defeated heart. Every pass of a second seemed like a stab in his already wounded soul, breaking him, making him lose in the game which he thought he had mastered.

The red glare of the traffic light felt like a warning but he was too tired to notice.

He let his mind recall the moments the day brought, throat tightening at one and mind filling with surprise at the other.

How easy it was to tell her about Naveen.

As if it wasn't a conscious decision, just him uttering words prophecied. And how naturally she had offered to help him.

As if they were words practised. Repeated a hundred times in front of a mirror.

In a time when one hand was slowly leaving him, another one was gently lending hers.

Never in years had he thought he would be this enamoured by an intern.

Every word she uttered, every task she accomplished, every case she handled. It felt like she was climbing a staircase of differences, slowly cracking the image of doe-eyed amateurs idolizing him.

An image that had become a constant in front of him.

It was a ploy of the universe, surely, that had twisted the circumstances to be like they were now. Otherwise what would have had the power to unite three generations of mentors and mentees together like that in a single motion?

As the sand from the sand clock kept drifting away slowly, he started to arrange the strings of thoughts in his mind into a neat yarn, all ready to knit the cardigan of recounting the disaster that he had stored like a dried leaf from fall in between yellow pages of an old journal.

There was a chilling silence around him, even if the traffic shrieked chaos outside.

It made him second guess everything, making him think as if he was supposedly making the biggest mistake of his life.

The glare of red seemed to get stronger, almost blinding, painful. He tried to place convincing statements, that he was just letting a doctor know the nitty-gritty of a medical case seemingly impossible to solve. So that he can dream of that ray of sunshine filtering through large boulder-like grey clouds.

So that he can hope.

And every time it struck him that he had been choosing to look at that sparkle instead of the black gloom spread all around because she was in this with him, he felt a numb spread through his soul.

He knew he was letting her in, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Rather, there was nothing he wanted to do about it.

It frightened him, this closeness, this letting go of a cloak of seclusion that he had been wearing for years now.

Why did life have to make him stand at crossroads, make a choice he didn't want to?

It felt as if somebody had made a path of clouds for him to reach the sun, and every time he took a step, he fell. He had never complained about it, living silently in the piercing darkness that held him within its confines.

But this one while, he wanted to shriek. He wanted to complain. He wanted to go against every force of nature that stopped him. Because this time it wasn't just a wish.

It was a need for him.

Unbeknownst to him, the lights flickered and change positions. The red seized to exist and the green came into existence, and it was a glare from behind him that finally made him notice the change.

Barely stopping the overflowing dam of heartfelt emotions, that had finally managed to break the walls he had built piece by piece, with precision, over the years, he rushed past blurry sky-risers, taking a step towards whatever destiny had in store for him.

-----

Pooja:

When she opens her wardrobe, her first instinct is to go for that chic dress she bought some time ago. The thought is quickly followed by a mental forehead smack, and she goes for a casual, everyday outfit instead.

When she followed him into the area of repairs, she would have never guessed that a simple follow of curiosity would spiral into this. She, an intern, going to the home of Dr Ethan Ramsey.

She wondered if it has ever happened before & if it would ever happen again. The answer flashed before she even had the time to ponder. It was a No.

Tying her hair in a casual ponytail, she let out a yawn, a reminder of the long day at work, and of the secret that was trapped in the labyrinths of her mind, threatening to come out anytime.

Bits of the conversation that had got imprinted on the film rolls of her mind, played continuously in a loop, reminding her of the responsibility that rested on her shoulder. The trust that he had placed on her.

She couldn't let him down.

When in hushed, muted tones, he had asked her for the promise, she had given it to him without a thought. She couldn't let him break. She couldn't let him lose.

She couldn't let him down.

Like a mantra, she let the words repeat over and over and over again until they got etched in her heart. And then, with an attempt to centre herself, she walked on to the destination she was supposed to reach.

-----

Ethan:

The cool for the air-conditioning unit covered the entire area, as the clock pleasantly ticked in a monotonous harmony.

The blue ocean of his eyes was in turmoil, waves of reason and feelings crashing against each other, ravaging a storm. The ship of his stood through it all, but he was afraid that any moment now, it would reach its breaking point.

In the distance was a clearing in the sky. A stray ray of gold attracted him, and he went on, never stopping for once. It was her presence.

He couldn't tell if they were words knitted with excruciating perfection with yarns of her heart, or a piece of cloth she had bought and handed over to him, neatly so that he doesn't notice.

But for once, he wanted to believe in the words her mellifluous voice scribbled in the air. For once, he wanted to hold on to that ray, which the clouds of fate threatened to hide.

For once, he wanted to hope.

It felt as if his search was over. A wind had finally gained the power to carry away the blanket of misery and pain that had been surrounding him for years now.

Maybe the forces of nature had finally decided to grant him the wish he made to a shooting star when he was a kid and gifted him with the most precious treasure anyone could ever ask for.

All she did was place a hand on his thigh, but it felt as if she had dragged him from the darkness to the bright sunshine, holding his hand in hers, making him relish the soft touches of flowers petals and rustle of hair along with the gentle breeze.

Is this how it felt to slowly travel through the meadows of affection, gathering flowers of trust, hope and respect to make the bouquet of his heart? One that he had given to her without telling her anything, today?

Is this how it felt to fall in love?

He closed his eyes as if to stop the circle of thoughts that had taken a direction he had been avoiding for a long time without his permission. The gardens his soul was paying a visit to, was dangerous tranquillity, a threatening calm.

And he was afraid, that one wrong step could burn down the entire world of two lives that had got intertwined without each other's knowledge.

He was not ready to take the risk.

-----

Pooja:

The pages of her journal rustled in neglect as she continued twirling the pen in her hand.

She was supposed to be writing in the details of this day, but instead all she could do was recollect fragments of all the conversations she had had during the past hours. A few tendrils of her hair playfully danced in the wind, as she got up and went to stand on the balcony.

She let the milky white shimmer dress her, soothe her as the future stood in a tangled yarn of uncertainty, too difficult to reach.

There was a pain getting etched in her heart, as it sobbed silently for her mentor and grand mentor. Was there really no way out?

A quick whisper from the demon of self-doubt told her that if The Ethan Ramsey could not solve the mystery, how could she, a doe-eyed intern?

She shook her head as if to throw the thought away. This wasn't the time of comparing whose skill set was better than whose. If she had dared to awake a lamp of hope in Dr Ramsey's heart, how could she give up on attempts herself?

In tumultuous times, when there were more chances of defeat than success, she wanted to bear the flambeau of hope that can light even the darkest of nights. She wanted to be the force that would make him rethink his abilities and try again after every failure.

She wanted to be the picture that could fill his heart with hope.

And she knew that it would take every ounce of her strength. Keeping the situation a secret from friends who had always had her back. Always looking at the bright side. Always bearing optimism.

When she had uttered "Promise" to him in the hallway in the morning, she knew what she was signing up for. This time, she would have to be the strength of herself and him. She would have to be the ear he could always whisper to. The shoulder he could always lay his head on. The hand he could always hold when he felt like letting go and giving up.

But she was ready to give it all. No matter how threatening, no matter how dangerous.

She was ready to take the risk.

PS: If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day🤎

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der lagi lekin (hunter x force-user!gn! reader + ep. 8 fix-it)

》 summary: tbb episode 8 fix-it featuring a force-user reader who used to be a jedi. reader is a part of tbb and in a relationship with hunter, but the squad–nor hunter–knows that reader is a force-user. (disclaimer: all of this was written before episode 9 was released! see a/n for an explanation ^_^) (another disclaimer: if you want just the hunter x reader comfort, please let me know and i'll finish it up and post it!)

》 word count: ~8k (yeah, it's a lot LOL)

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》 warnings: in-universe swearing, mental breakdown, some slight sensory overloads, pretty mild panic attack, light canon-typical violence, angst + some comfort, survivor's guilt from surviving order 66, no use of y/n, slightly plot heavy because i got way too carried away in writing (whoops?) [if i should add more warnings, please let me know!]

》 spoilers: major ones for tbb episode 8 "reunion"

》 a/n: okay look, i gotta confess: this wasn’t supposed to be an episode 8 fix-it. really. i’m actually glad cad bane won because we get to see that the clones don’t always win every fight... i think it makes for a better and more complex story. anyway, i started out writing just reader and hunter comfort after episode 8 ended. but i’m weak for omega because she reminds me so much of my younger siblings and i ended up writing a wholeass fix-it to save her (even tho cad bane is a downright badass). i kind of liked what i did with building up the plot so much that i might continue this story of force-user!reader with tbb. but that’s a tangent we can deal with later. if you would like a part two with the hunter x reader comfort this was originally intended to be, let me know!

as i said in the summary, i wrote all of this before episode 9 came out–just be aware of that. because it’s so long, it took me a while to edit, which is why i’m posting after ep. 9 was released. but without further ado, i hope you like it! <33

》 misc. notes:

• title of the fic is from the hindi song "der lagi lekin" from the film zindagi na milegi dobara. i linked the song in blue and linked the english translations in green in case you're curious! it's not necessary to listen or understand the song, but i thought it went well with the fic :)

“Everybody get down!” Wrecker yells. You and the squad immediately do as he instructs, diving towards the ground and covering your head. Stars, I hope this works.

The charges the six of you placed around the gigantic cone that surrounds the core cylinder explodes in a deafening blast. You curl into the tightest ball you can manage, breathing so hard that the HUD inside your helmet temporarily fogs up. Metal shards of the explosion rain down on you hard.

For a moment, it seems like nothing happened. But then you hear the telltale, ear-grinding creak of the durasteel and the squad is roughly catapulted forward from the force of the cone beginning to fall down.

You struggle to stand up as you lurch this way and that, trying to regain your balance and stabilize as Tech calls out, “Hold on!”

You quickly glance at the rest of the Bad Batch, trying to see if any of them were hurt. Other than the absolutely terrified look on Omega’s face, all is well considering the circumstances. The metal groans and begins its descent, taking your feeling of being grounded with it. The weightlessness is uncomfortably familiar to say the least, but you ignore it as the six of you scramble to hold on to the side of the cone. You certainly did your fair share of acrobatics back in the war, but feeling it hum around you...it’s too much. It’s too much. You elect to push it back into the depths of your brain. But it doesn’t leave.

It never really does.

Omega’s anxious whimpers come in faintly through your thick helmet and you whip around, frantically trying to find where she is. But before you can find her, the cone lands vertically on its head and the force is so violent that your stable hold on the durasteel is broken. Panicked, you quickly fire a grappling hook towards the ledge where you were previously hanging on. The hook catches and you stop abruptly, the jerky movement almost wrenching your arm out of its socket.

You look down to see Omega falling from someone’s grip and into Hunter’s arms. You can barely tell where anyone is thanks to the lack of light and the incessant motion.

The cone begins to topple onto its side and suddenly, your wire snaps from the tension. You let out a scream of surprise as you plummet downwards, wind rushing past your helmet. ForceIdon’twanttodieohmyMakerohno–

But you never hit the ground, instead being flung sideways as the cone tears into two. On trained instinct, you tuck yourself into a ball to try and roll in order to break your fall instead of using it. That time is long gone.

You land with a sickening thud and hiss in pain as your back hits the metal hard. You hear something crack, but whether it is your armor or something internal, you have absolutely no idea, and don’t have time to check before you black out.

✧✦��

You jolt awake, a sound making its way into your consciousness. Finally, the damn place stopped moving. You take a few minutes to try and relieve the painful pressure in your chest, reaching up to rip your helmet off because you can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.

You tilt your head back as you struggle to take in air and let the adrenaline subside. You hear voices in the distance and you strain your ears to pick up on the sound as you quickly check yourself over. As far as you can tell, nothing major is broken, and at this point, that is all that matters. Though, your head is pounding, and for more reasons than one

“–nter.. port side... what… status?”

You can’t tell who is speaking, the message too far away for you to hear. But the bits and pieces are enough for you to know that it’s someone from the Bad Batch and that you weren’t unconscious for long. You stand up and dust yourself off before slowly walking to where you believe the origin of the sound is.

“–engine… got company.” A blaster sound and then an explosion rings through the quiet.

Your eyes widen and you quickly pick up the pace, getting your blaster ready as you pick your way through the sharp metal that is jutting out from the ground.

You click on your wrist comm. “Echo, you there?” A faint crackle before his voice comes through, but the signal is scratchy. You frown in frustration.

“–are you? Hunter is... port side,” Echo says and you smack your commlink to try and get the electronics to work, but it’s no use. The device is broken, most likely from the fall, you deduce.

“Meet… Marauder.”

You don’t bother to answer, knowing Echo would probably not even be able to hear what you had to say anyway. Without a signal booster or repeater, there’s no way you can get your transmission across the channel frequency.

It takes a few minutes, but you eventually find the night sky of Bracca blinking down at you at the end of the ripped off cone. You run out to find that you’re in the middle of where the cone broke in half. Okay, new plan. I need to find Hunter. Hunter will know what to do.

You scan your surroundings. The HUD isn’t picking up on any lifeforms near you, and you realize with sinking dread that you have no more options. Whichever piece you climbed through to get to your squadmates, it would take too long for you to search for them since you don’t know their coordinates and your comm isn’t working. Frankly, the Empire–Crosshair–would find you first. You have to use it.

You have to use the Force.

A wave of nausea overcomes you at the mere thought of it and you sway. In an attempt to ground yourself, you tear off your helmet to breathe some fresh air and end up keeling over as the bile rises in your throat. Nothing comes out. You can’t tell if that’s a positive or not.

You could have saved them. Someone. Anyone.

It itches at you in the back of your head, wishing to be let out of its cage. But you can’t. You can’t do it. What’s the use anyway? All you would be doing is saving yourself. The choice of surviving it all has haunted you ever since. Your head pounds in agony.

You saw it happen. You could have helped them. And you ran like a coward. Only ever concerned about yourself.

You inhale sharply as the scene flashes before your eyes, clones shooting at you and the other Jedi. The blaster fire. The confusion. The screams.

How pathetic.

The last statement, an echo of Crosshair’s words, bounces around in your brain. You clutch your head as you let out a heartbroken sob, knee deep in the dirt and metal and grief. Tears create clean tracks down your face as you finally break down, the flood of emotions bursting the dam open. At this point, you don’t know if the emotions are yours or the ones you previously felt through the Force, all of them swirling and blending into one. The bottled up anguish merged together when you attempted to cut yourself off from the Force after the clones–your friends–attacked.

The pain of their death is perhaps the worst of all. Horror courses through you as you finally process your friends and mentors dying around the galaxy, their deaths, their distress, their fear reverberating heavily throughout the Force. Each one cripples you further as you once again struggle to breathe.

It feels like light years pass when you finally calm down to a practically numb state of being. The scenes stop replaying behind your closed eyelids and the echoing shrieks die down to a faint, hollow whisper. You’re suddenly exhausted, limbs heavy and energy sapped. It was almost relieving to finally let the Force once again flow through your body, your nerves lightly tingling with potential despite how tired you feel. You collapse onto the ground and try to recenter yourself.

But despite finally acknowledging the loss, it doesn’t feel right. You didn’t get to say goodbye. You hadn’t been able to even think about them, much less honor them, too focused on going on the run to concentrate on anything beyond the next day’s survival. Even once you joined the Bad Batch, you were paranoid about their chips, about your friends turning on you at any moment. You were always extremely reluctant to engage in the Force, even at the worst of times.

With a start, you realize that you don’t need to worry about your squadmates. Their inhibitor chips are now gone. You… you are safe.

You let out a shocked laugh as it sinks in. A glimmer of hope, of peace. I’m safe.

You sit up then, criss-crossing your legs as you survey the broken landscape of Bracca. Despite the planet being a graveyard, you feel lucidly alive. Perhaps something died in you, that wretched day. But something else, slowly but surely, began growing in its place. It’s meek, but it’s there.

You let out a breath and close your eyes, reaching for the Force like it’s an old friend. It accepts your invitation with hesitation, joining hands with you as if you did not try beating it to death for days on end. You sink into the gentle lapping waves of the Force, extending into it and widening your scope.

There’s something that lurks beneath the surface, in the deep. Dark and sinister and so utterly painful. It calls to you, quiet and low. Enticing. Tempting. And something in you knows that it’s the reason for your previous life’s demise.

But you can feel Hunter’s–and Omega’s, you realize–presence near you in the Force. Even with your relatively damaged connection to the Force after Order 66, the Bad Batch’s Force auras were something you could always hone in on. You let yourself direct your focus to the duo, letting their emotions be your beacon to the acceptance of the Light side of the Force.

In a split second, you decide to not dive deeper into the Force. This isn’t the place nor the time to discover what is prowling in the endless yawning of the Force, to discover why everything happened. So you direct your concentration to the beings on the planet, feeling and breathing your way through the Life Force.

You freeze. There’s something here. No… someone. Your eyebrows furrow as you divert your attention away from your friends and other organisms to the peculiar source. Something about this person strikes you as familiar.

Your eyes snap open and you gasp. I’m not alone. A Force-sensitive. Someone survived. Giddy beyond belief, you snatch up your helmet and begin trekking your way across the wreckage in the opposite direction of Hunter and Omega before pausing. Whoever this person is doesn’t know about your presence on the planet.

And despite the fear you felt emanating off of them in the Force, you somehow knew they were safe, at least for now. And they would remain so if you have anything to say about it. Maker forbid anything that jeopardizes this person’s fragile safety. After all, you know best what it’s like to constantly flee scene after scene.

Staying away is the best thing to do. I’ll come back for you, whoever you are.

You double back and make quick work of getting across the debris as you focus your concentration on Hunter’s and Omega’s Force signatures. As you get closer to the port side, you hear Omega’s high voice. Through your HUD, you can see her small form. You grin. She disappears then, and on closer inspection, you figure she jumped through some broken cargo doors.

The entrance she and Hunter took is too high for you to jump up to, even with the aid of the Force. Combined with your wariness of probe droids, you decide to take a different route from the right side, climbing up the broken ship. The slick oil mixed with the water still present on the metal makes for a difficult trek, and you slip more times than you would like to admit.

Hunter’s gruff voice floats up towards you and you scramble the last few meters to the edge of a hole in the ceiling before pausing. The Force is itching at the back of your head. Something’s wrong.

You peek over the edge of the giant slab of durasteel that created the hole to see bodies in white armor littered everywhere–clones, you realize. Your heart pangs in sadness at the sight.

Slightly to your right, a blue figure and a techno-service droid stand in front of a ship and a frightened Omega stands behind a defensive Hunter. Your mouth drops open. Kriff.

Cad Bane.

A memory from near the beginning of the war hits you in full force. You and Anakin had taken some time on Coruscant to catch up with each other after you passed your trials and were promoted to Jedi Knight. He told you about a mission where he had to stop a bounty hunter who successfully stole a Jedi holocron. You remember how surprised you were when you heard the bitter disgust in Anakin’s voice. The ruthlessly cunning bounty hunter not only threatened to kill Ahsoka, but he murdered Master Ropal.

Judging by the looks of it, Hunter doesn’t know who he is. If the Anakin Skywalker had a difficult time with Cad Bane, there is no way in sithhell Hunter can take him on, even with his enhanced senses. Frankly, you seriously doubt you can either, especially with how rusty your Force skills are now. And that means this isn’t going to end well.

You watch carefully as you tune into the conversation.

“Ain’t you smart?” Bane smirks. “The kid’s got it all figured it out.”

“You’re in trouble now!” the droid exclaims, pointing at Hunter and Omega. You grit your teeth in annoyance.

“Who hired you?” Hunter asks. Stalling. Not a bad move, Hunter.

“Son,” Bane sighs, already done with the brief conversation. “That’s confidential information. Now hand her over.”

Omega stays behind Hunter, taking a knee as Hunter walks forward protectively. You bristle. How am I supposed to help from up here?

“She’s not going anywhere.”

Your eyes drift over the scene in a panic and you take in the fallen clones again. An idea pops into your head. It is desperate, but at this point, you don’t have much of a choice.

Bane mimics Hunter’s movement, walking forward and putting a hand near his belt. The tension is as thick as duracrete.

“That’s unfortunate… for you.”

You grab the long barrel piece from your belt, fitting it over your blaster hurriedly as the showdown begins. Out of the corner of your eye, you see them staring each other down and you can’t help but roll your eyes. Men.

During the war, Crosshair helped you re-engineer your weapon so you could put together various pieces in the field to make a blaster gun that loosely resembled his own sniper. Seeing the clones reminded you of him. A wave of sadness washes over you, but you shake your head. Now is not the time.

You screw on the telescopic sight and set up your makeshift sniper. You peer through the viewfinder and find Bane’s chest. Your finger tenses over the trigger.

You let yourself sink deep into the Force, let it guide your actions. Inhale. Exhale. I can do this. As you relax, the mellow warmth you missed so dearly washes over you, gently eroding the torment in your mind and heart, guiding your focus to the here and now. Trust in the Force.

Wait.

Wait.

Now.

You fire two bolts straight into your target the same exact moment Bane and Hunter shoot each other. Hunter’s shot hits the droid, breaking off its leg. Bane’s shot hits directly in Hunter’s chest, as yours did Bane. Both men immediately fall backwards and slam into the ground.

“My booster!” Oh. So not a leg. Got it.

“Hunter!”

Kriff kriff kriff. You jump down nimbly from your hiding spot in the ceiling and immediately sprint towards the duo. Is he dead? You would unapologetically release sithhell on Bane if he killed the man you love.

Omega panics as she tries to wake Hunter up, continuously calling his name before taking a glimpse of her surroundings. Before you can react, she grabs her bow and pulls it taut, aiming at you. She looks petrified.

“Whoa! Omega, it’s me!” you exclaim, holding your hands up in surrender. She takes a moment to actually look at you before sagging in relief. Suddenly, the droid comes speeding out of nowhere and Omega shoots, the energy bolt whizzing past your waist and straight into the droid before it can attack you from behind.

The shot rings true and the grumpy robot falls. You turn around to grab at its exposed parts under its head and yank them out to make sure it can’t power on again.

“Thanks, Omega. I owe you one,” you say and Omega gives you a proud smile.

You place a comforting hand on her shoulder before kneeling down to shake Hunter awake, but it doesn’t work. You take a moment to analyse Hunter’s Life Force. It’s a bit dimmer, but it’s constant, meaning he’s out cold and doesn’t have the life draining out of him. You let out a sigh of relief. He’s alive. You glance back to see Bane still not moving. Good.

“What’re we gonna do?” Omega whispers as you both peer down at Hunter. His armor is smoking from Bane’s blaster shot and you exhale through your teeth, trying to come up with a plan. You slip off a glove to check Hunter’s pulse–it’s strong. You don’t want to leave Omega alone, even if Bane is unconscious, but you aren’t sure you have a choice.

“Well we can’t carry him to safety, neither of us are strong enough for that,” you think aloud, gears churning in your head. You would have to wait for help, even if you were sitting ducks.

Briefly, you entertain the thought of taking Bane’s ship. The only problem is you don’t know what trackers or other gadgets are in there–it’s too costly of a risk and a price you weren’t willing to pay. You sigh, resigned.

“Omega, you try to comm the others and see if you can wake Hunter up. I’m going to go inside this guy’s ship and see if I can find something that can help us. We have to get out of here before the bounty hunter wakes up,” you instruct and Omega nods, youthful determination flooding back into her eyes.

You leave her to it, walking cautiously towards Bane’s ship. You look down at him. His armor is smoking in two places from the shots you fired. Based on what you see, he’s still unconscious, and his Life Force reflects the same conclusion. How long that would remain, you don’t know. Which means you need to work fast.

You board the ship while you remove the sniper attachments from your blaster and clip them back onto your belt. You keep your guard up as you look around. No droids. Guess that techno-service droid is his one and only.

In an effort to slowly re-familiarize yourself with the Force, you send out a quick pulse through it to see if there are any lifeforms aboard the ship, relaxing when you find none. You rummage through all the cabinets that you discover, looking high and low as you try to locate something of use. The secret compartment in the cockpit proves to be the fruitful reward to your search. With a wave of your hand, you unlock it with ease. Bingo.

Credits. Bags of them. And they’re unmarked creds, which make your score even better. Hopefully, it would be enough to pay off your debt to Cid and give the Havoc Marauder some much-needed upgrades.

Usually, you would feel bad about stealing from someone, but considering this was a bounty hunter – Cad Bane, no less – you figure you can risk treading the grey area of your moral code.

You grab as many bags as you’re able, stuffing them inside your backpack and clipping the rest onto your belt. At this moment, you’re incredibly grateful to Tech and Echo for designing a sturdy utility belt that fits you well. The standard ones were for clones and you definitely were not a clone.

You exit the cockpit and head to the second level of the ship to see if there’s anything else you can find. A stack of crates sits in the corner across from what you assume to be a prison. You scrunch your nose in disgust as you open one to find medical supplies. Bacta patches and gel, vitapaste, rations, water, gloves, sanitary napkins–it was all there. Delighted, you close the crate and click the repulsor to make it levitate. Oh how you love technology.

You turn around and walk back up the stairs to leave the ship. You freeze at the exit ramp. You have got to be karking kidding me.

“Sorry lil’ lady.”

Cad Bane stuns Omega in front of your eyes before rounding on you and immediately fires. In a desperate attempt to save yourself, you throw your hands up and the honeyed power of the Force rushes through every fibre of your being. The blaster bolts slow down to a snail-like crawl and your eyes widen. How did I…?

Never mind how you argue with yourself. Time to get out of here!

You tiptoe around each bolt, the effort of keeping them in stasis becoming more difficult with each passing moment. You grit your teeth as your arms shake, but you keep going until you are finally off the ramp. You lower your arms and the energy hits the inside of the ship, spazzing out the blinking controls inside.

Bane turns to you in surprise, astonished at how you’re suddenly in front of him. You don’t give him the luxury of processing the event and immediately punch him in the face with as much strength as you can muster. Bane pitches backwards and collapses onto the ground, just as he did the first time. You grab your stun blaster and shoot him as extra assurance. You really did not want this to repeat again. Hopefully he never wakes up with a memory of what I just did...

“Now stay down,” you mutter to a knocked out Bane, cradling your now injured hand. You have no idea how Wrecker ever does this because wow your hand is killing you.

You have to say, you’re pretty proud of yourself for being able to render him unconscious not once, but two times. You wish you could tell Anakin–the thought saddens you. He’s probably dead too.

With that vividly cheery thought, you stagger back from the ramp in exhaustion, weary from the sudden surge of the Force still ebbing and coursing through your body.

None of the Bad Batch knew you used to be a Jedi–not even Hunter. It was something only a few of your closest Jedi friends and the Jedi Council knew about.

But after what happened today, with Rex helping your squadmates get their inhibitor chips out, with you finally letting the Force in… maybe it is time to tell them. The secrecy wouldn’t be needed anymore now that you were sure you were safe around your friends. But clearly, the universe wanted to throw a nasty vibroblade in your plans by knocking Hunter and Omega unconscious and having the best kriffing bounty hunter in the galaxy be hot on your heels.

You take a few seconds to get your breath back and regain your mental energy. You aren’t out of the woods yet. You run inside Bane’s ship to grab the crate of medical supplies before sprinting back out towards Hunter and Omega.

You lean down and pat Omega’s cheek gently, trying to wake her up, but she’s out cold. Why is everyone around me unconscious? Frankly, you’re equally amused and terrified by the situation laid out in front of you.

You sigh, looking around to see if you can find some cover. There’s a giant sheet of durasteel to your left, big enough to act as a barrier in case trouble comes knocking. You bend down and pick Omega up before placing her down cautiously, leaning her small body against the metal. You repeat the action with the crate you found.

The third time proves to be much more difficult. Hunter certainly isn’t as muscular as Wrecker, but he sure as sithhell isn’t as light as Omega. You tap your foot nervously, trying to figure out a way for you to lift him. Yes, you could use the Force, but you don’t want to alert the other Force-sensitive on the planet. If they knew about your existence, it could put them in danger, and that was the last thing you wanted.

Giving up, you place your hands underneath Hunter’s armpits and effectively drag him all the way over, propping him up as you did Omega. You cringe at the sound of his armor grating the floor. There are sure to be dirty scuff marks on it now. Sorry Hunter.

Just as you’re about to sit down next to him, heaving deep breaths from the exertion, you pause. A warning is practically blaring in the Force and you tense, urgently trying to figure out the cause.

“Not again,” you mumble under your breath. You can’t handle any more action today. With Hunter and Omega both down, and your extreme fatigue from engaging in the Force, you don’t know how much of a fight you can put up. Not to mention you never trained as a soldier. There was a reason why you left the military planning strategies to the Bad Batch.

You hold your blaster close to your chest as you scan the environment. Bane is immobile and so is the dismantled techno-service droid. So what’s wrong?

Ten nerve-wracking seconds pass before you get your answer. Clone voices waft up to your hiding spot and you bite your cheek in frustration as your head continues to pound. Your headache still hasn’t stopped.

There is no way you can fight them all off, especially if Crosshair is with them. They are too far away for you to get a read on how many there are, and frankly, you’re much too scared to even peek around the durasteel to count.

One of Tech’s previous statements floats through your mind. About three attack shuttles worth.

You can feel your heart thumping wildly in your chest, blood rushing through your ears as anxiety ties your stomach into knots. I can’t do this, I can’t do this, Ican’tdothis.

You take deep breaths, doing your best to clear your mind and focus. You had to do this. There is no other option other than surrendering or dying. No, damnit, you would go down fighting until the Life Force left you.

You peer just past the edge of the metal to see at least twenty clones heading your way. Certainly not ideal, but you bide your time. If you started shooting now, you couldn’t use the element of surprise to your advantage and they would easily overwhelm you. But once they’re close enough, you hope you can at least take a couple out before having to resort to using the Force. It isn’t ideal, but it’s all you have.

Honestly, you don’t know if you could get out of this one alive, much less protect Hunter and Omega too. Maker help me.

It throws you off when they finally come into sight–you see how plain the clones’ armor looked without paint. You never really noticed it before since you were always running for your life in those circumstances. But now that you think about it, you are so used to seeing bright blue or green or yellow that the alabaster white just seems so… odd.

“Looks like a big fight happened here.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. All these men are dead.”

Now.

You whip your body around the metal and immediately begin shooting as fast as you can pull the trigger, trying to make every shot count. The troopers hesitate for just a moment, most likely due to their surprise of you being there. But that second is all you need.

You take out the three men closest to you before jumping back behind the metal as their barrage of fire rains down on you. You do your best to shoot back and manage to take out one more clone, but they’re beginning to gain too much ground too fast. I can do this. I have to do this.

As far as you can tell, Crosshair isn’t with the clones attacking you, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t set up shop somewhere nearby, waiting to shoot you.

You shudder. It’s a chilling thought.

You grab one of your last detonators from your belt and hurl it as far as you can. The rapid beeping rises quickly in pitch before the charge explodes. Anguished cries reverberate throughout the area, and you briefly feel sorry for having to take such drastic measures as you feel their Force signatures dim swiftly. But you don’t have a choice.

Peeking around the corner, you count around eight to ten clones down. Not bad considering the circumstances.

You continue shooting as much as you can but now the troopers are much too close for comfort and you’re feeling overwhelmed. The durasteel you are using for cover isn’t meant to take this kind of damage, and the integrity of your shield is quickly waning as told by the constant creaks and groans. You don’t know what to do. Will we make it?

In your haste of shooting first and panicking later, you don’t notice Hunter groaning, finally waking up. And before you have time to even glance at him, the familiar hum of the Havoc Marauder and its lights shine down on you. Your sag in relief. Looks like Omega was able to comm them after all. Never before have you been so glad to see the beat-up hunk of junk. (You would never say that to Tech though–the Marauder is his baby, his pride and joy.)

Echo, Wrecker, and Tech all race off the ship, guns ablazing. Wrecker and Tech stand guard, serving as cover fire while Echo bends down to help you out.

“Hunter, wake up!” Echo hisses and smacks his helmet lightly. Hunter mumbles in pain as he starts to move, trying to look around as his HUD boots back up. Seriously? Now you wake up? you think sarcastically. But you’re much more relieved at the fact that he has actually woken up.

“What happened? Where’s Omega?” Wrecker bellows, worried.

“She’s right here, I’ve got her!” you shout back at the same time Echo says, “He was shot in the chest plate.”

You pocket your blaster and gather the young girl in your arms with every last bit of strength you have left. You aren’t strong enough to hold her in one arm and shoot with the other. That is much more up Wrecker’s alley.

“We have to get him on board!” Tech exclaims as he helps Echo support Hunter. You pick Omega up in both arms and bolt for the ship as fast as you can while yelling at Tech to grab the crate of supplies.

“Incoming!” Wrecker calls out as a fresh wave of troopers advance towards the six of you. You grunt as you deposit Omega in a chair near the controls before pulling out your blaster and helping Wrecker shoot down the men racing towards you.

“Got him. Tech, fly us out of here!” Echo commands while Wrecker makes a gesture for them to get on the ship faster. Hunter stumbles as he does his best to upright himself.

“Go go go!” Wrecker exclaims. Tech shoves the crate next to Omega’s seat and makes a beeline for the cockpit as you continue shooting, moving to the side to make space for Echo and Hunter to come on board. Wrecker quickly climbs in right after them and the ramp closes shut.

Tech immediately pilots the Havoc Marauder up and away from the scene. You vaguely hear the sound of blaster fire hitting the bottom of the ship while you drop your blaster on the ground and wrench Hunter’s helmet off in a panic. You take his face in your hands as you scan him quickly, trying to figure out if he’s hurt or not.

Hunter bats your hands away. “He... he took Omega,” he says and you shake your head. Wrecker pipes up from behind you to respond.

“Who? Crosshair?”

“The bounty hunter,” Hunter mutters as he rubs a hand over his face. Before Wrecker can answer again, you step in.

“No, he didn’t. I took him down. And no, he’s not dead,” you tack on quickly when you see Echo open his mouth. Echo shakes his head fondly and you just grin at him.

“She’s right here,” Echo says instead, pointing to Omega’s sleeping figure. Hunter turns in surprise to see that his brother is indeed telling the truth.

“How...?” Hunter’s voice trails off. Echo and Wrecker look at you expectantly, and Hunter follows suit. You sigh and take off your helmet, setting it down on the ledge next to the controls. You don’t look at them.

“It’s a long story.”

You don’t have a chance to elaborate any further because Tech walks in, interrupting the conversation.

“I’ve made the jump to hyperspace. There was a cruiser in the atmosphere, but I was able to quietly go past them by disguising our ship as a bounty hunter’s. They didn’t interfere. I put in the coordinates for Ord Mantell. I estimate our time of arrival to be five hours and thirty two minutes,” Tech reports and Hunter nods while you voice your thanks.

“Looks like we got time!” Wrecker says cheerily, pulling out an extra chair. Tech looks to you in confusion.

“Did I miss something significant?” Tech asks, concerned about the information he did not receive as he adjusts his goggles. You shake your head but now, all eyes are back on you.

“She was just about to tell us how she saved Omega,” Hunter supplies helpfully and Tech nods in understanding. He grabs a chair as well and sits down, interested in hearing what you have to say.

You look around the room, realizing you can’t get out of it. You are exhausted and just want to sleep but based on the looks you are getting from the boys, there is no way you can leave without giving a sufficient answer.

You sit down on a chair in between Omega and Echo and begin explaining.

“When the cone fell, it separated. I got knocked out when I hit the ground, but I don’t think I broke anything,” you quickly reassure as Tech grabs a datapad to scan your vitals.

“After I came to, I tried comming Echo, but my commlink was broken – I could only hear bits and pieces of what he said. There were some voices near me so I just followed them and–” you pause, not sure if you should tell them what happened. What you experienced, what you found out. “–I saw Hunter and Omega. The ledge I found was way too high for me to jump to, so I climbed up the side of the wreckage to see them and the bounty hunter facing off,” you say, choosing to leave the detail out. It was too personal. You still needed time.

All of them are listening intently, hanging on to every word you’re saying. Hunter’s gaze on you is heavy and loaded with questions. Tech is still tapping away on the datapad, but you know you have his full attention. Multitasking may not be possible for regular humans, but it definitely was for Tech.

“When I saw the bounty hunter, I knew Hunter wasn’t going to win,” you mumble sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. Hunter winces at your statement and you rush to explain why.

“Hunter, you have to trust that I genuinely don’t doubt your abilities. You are much more of a soldier than I will ever be. But this bounty hunter is one of the best, if not the best in the entire galaxy. He’s gone against the Jedi, and won. Based on what Anakin told me at the beginning of the war, Cad Bane is ruthless. He tortured Master Ropal and killed him. Believe it or not, I think he tried to abduct Chancellor Palpatine. Even Anakin had a difficult time fighting him.”

A tense quiet settles over you all as you mentally revisit your conversation with Anakin, and later with Ahsoka. She told you how it was one of the first times she was genuinely afraid that she was going to die, or at least get hurt very severely.

Echo’s rough voice shakes you out of your reverie. “How do–did you know General Skywalker?” he asks, clearly confused at how you referred to him on a first-name basis. You mentally facepalm yourself. How did I forget he served as part of the 501st? You feel incredibly stupid.

You could make up a lie, of course, but it wouldn’t be worth it. Hunter’s enhanced senses and Tech’s vitals scan could probably pick up on your biological signs, not to mention you would feel terribly guilty about not being honest. I promised myself I would tell them…

You blow out a nervous breath, deciding to at least give them something. They deserved that much.

“I’m–well, I was a Jedi,” you admit, staring down at your feet. You can’t bring yourself to look at them, feeling almost… ashamed.

The boys are shocked into silence and you cringe. There was probably a much better way for you to say that, but now it was out there. Yet the pressure that had been weighing down on you since you let the Force back in didn’t lessen.

“What?” Wrecker questions, thrown completely for a loop. “You’re a Jedi?”

Before you can answer, Tech pipes up. “When I reviewed your medical data, there was no note about an elevated midi-chlorian count or any sort of connection to the Force. Additionally, there is no documentation of you serving as a General or a Commander during the war in the Republic military records. How were you a Jedi? And why aren’t you one now? You used past tense in your sentence,” Tech adjusts his goggles as he attempts to register this new information that conflicted with his previous knowledge.

You sigh, drumming your fingers on your thigh. “I left the Jedi Order before the war ended. I promise I’ll explain everything in detail later, but for now, you have to understand that I’m just a Force-user. I trained as a Jedi, but I’m not a Jedi, not anymore,” you clarify, lifting your head up to make eye contact with each of them.

“Aw man, that’s so cool. You have to show us your cool mind tricks sometime!” Wrecker smiles and you agree to his request. It warms your heart to see him so excited.

“It makes sense. You must have seen the regs turn on the Jedi but didn’t know why. When you started traveling with us, you didn’t know if we would turn on you too, even though we’re not regs,” Hunter realizes, and you nod in affirmation. You’re secretly relieved by the fact that he doesn’t seem angry, just… just thoughtful.

“And then when I saw what happened to Crosshair, I knew I couldn’t risk ever telling any of you. But when Rex told us about the chips…” you trail off.

Echo picks up your sentence quickly. “You figured out you would be safe with us if we got our chips removed. No wonder you were so insistent on following what Rex said.”

You smile at the last part, a bit embarrassed. He wasn’t wrong. You were probably even more insistent than Rex was on telling them to get their inhibitor chips out. Better to be safe than sorry you told them. Though at the time, you hadn’t even thought about how removing their chips would impact you and your abilities. You were too focused on keeping the Force out of your body to entertain that thought.

Wrecker suddenly gets up and gathers you in a bone-crushing hug. “Well you don’t have to worry now! We got those stupid chips out of our heads, which means I promise we won’t kill you!” he says cheerfully and you can’t help but laugh as you hug him back, the knot in your chest beginning to unravel. You could always count on Wrecker’s wonderfully big heart to raise your spirits.

“You’re right, big guy. It’s honestly a relief. One less thing I have to worry about.”

Wrecker lets go of you and you pick up where you left off. “As I was saying, Cad Bane isn’t a bounty hunter we can take lightly. Crosshair helped me re-engineer my blaster to turn it into a pseudo sniper with attachable parts during the war. Because I was so high up, I could get a clear shot of Bane. From that vantage point, I shot him at the same time Hunter and Bane shot each other.”

Echo’s mouth drops open. “Damn.”

“What I didn’t expect was for Hunter to be rendered completely unconscious. So I told Omega to try to comm you guys while I went on Bane’s ship to see if I could find anything. And I did.” You pull off your backpack and dump out the contents. Bags of credits come tumbling out. You unhook the few bags on your belt and toss them into the pile.

“Bane had a secret compartment with a lot of credits. So I took them and that crate I yelled at Tech to get,” you explain as you reach into the bag to show off the Imperial credits.

Tech’s eyes widen as he lifts up a bag to inspect it. “I will have to calculate how much you took and mark it in the inventory, but based on my initial deduction, this may be enough for us to upgrade the Marauder and provide sustenance for at least a few months.”

“Nice one!” Wrecker compliments and you grin in response. “What’s in the crate?” he asks, walking over to lift up the top.

“Medical supplies. We barely had any left so I figured I might as well take that too,” you shrug as Hunter gets up to join Wrecker to peer at the contents.

“What happened after that? You said you told Omega to comm the others, which means she was awake. Did she get hurt while I was out? Is that why you look so exhausted?” Hunter inquires, astute as ever.

You bite your lower lip. “When I was getting off his ship with the goods, he had woken up again. Before I could do anything, he stunned Omega and then immediately shot at me,” you pause, wondering if you should elaborate on how you got out of the situation. You decide to come clean on this part.

“I… I don’t know how, but I was able to stop the blaster bolts and keep them – and Bane – in stasis with the Force. The problem was that it took a lot out of me. After not really using the Force for so long, my energy reserves were pretty much gone,” you sigh, absentmindedly rubbing your arms. Your muscles are still sore from the event.

“After that, I punched him and knocked him out again. I dragged you and Omega away from the ship so that I could protect you, and I ended up using that giant piece of durasteel as cover to fight off those clones. Then you guys came and rescued us and that’s that,” you finish, suddenly fatigued from the conversation. You slump back into your chair, perfect posture be damned.

“Wow,” is all Echo says, surprised by your strength. It took some serious stamina to be able to withstand so much for so long. Echo remembered seeing Commander Tano and General Skywalker be exhausted after some especially intense missions where they constantly had to use the Force.

“Yeah,” you mutter, massaging your dominant hand. It is still throbbing from the mean hook you threw at Bane. You don’t have any regrets. You glance at Omega’s sleeping figure and soften. The things I would do for this girl.

“Looks like I taught you well!” Wrecker laughs and you smile. When you first met the Bad Batch, Wrecker took it upon himself to teach you basic self-defense and how to overtake an opponent intelligently. Even though you already learned how to fight as part of your Jedi and military training, you couldn’t say no to him when he looked so excited. But it paid off because he’s right. Wrecker did teach you well.

“You did. You basically saved my ass out there with your amazing teaching skills,” you chuckle, glancing down at your hand. You think you’ll probably have to cover it in bacta gel to speed up the healing process before having yet another realization. (You seem to be having a lot of those today.)

I can just Force-heal. Before, you couldn’t Force-heal because it would look suspicious if something healed too fast. But now that they know, you don’t have to solely depend on medical supplies anymore.

Tech, as always, is right on cue. “Is your hand alright? For you to render Bane unconscious must have been no easy feat. Not to mention that according to the medscan I just took, you have a mild concussion, most likely due to your fall. I can run a medical diagnostic test to start and then run more specific tests to combat your pain...” Tech mutters the last part to himself, brain running light years faster than his mouth as his fingers fly over the datapad.

You debate it for a moment before nodding. “That would be great, Tech–thanks. But right now, I’m exhausted, so I’m going to go and crash in my bunk. Wake me up if I need to punch someone again,” you joke before shuffling away from your squadmates. You ruffle Omega’s hair affectionately as you pass by her and pick up your blaster from the ground before climbing down the ladder. You don’t notice Hunter’s troubled gaze or how his Force signature sours a bit as you leave.

You quickly clean up and throw on some bacta patches on a few nasty bruises. You sit down on your bed and pull the privacy curtain before deciding to open up your secret compartment next to your mattress. You stare down at the objects, the only things you have left as a reminder of the past. You reach down for one of them, about to touch it when you stop.

You shake your head and shut the drawer. Deciding to finally, finally hit the hay, you’re out like a light as soon as your head hits the pillow. Dealing with the Force and healing yourself could be done later. Not even your constant pain and crippling worry about your family friends could keep you up any longer.

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[arvinsescape]

Playing Overcooked.

A/N: Okay if you have ever played this game, you will understand just how chaotic it can get. I have had so many laughs playing this with friends! Hope you enjoy.

Summary: What harm can a simple game cause?

Warnings: Swearing.

W/C: 1.1K.

You were all sat in the living room drinking when the night of chaos took place. You were sat watching a film that was possibly one of the worst you’d ever seen, being like most people at this point in quarantine and having exhausted all of the good films that streaming services had to offer.

“This film is the by far the worst, I don’t think I can carry on watching this shit.” Harrison suddenly groaned.

You hummed in agreement as you snuggled further into Tom’s chest, his arms tightening around you.

“It’s not even one of those films that’s so bad it’s funny.” Tuwaine grumbled.

“Turn it off then?” Harry suggested and you all nodded. Harry promptly turning the film off.

“Why don’t we play a game?” Harrison suggested.

“No way!” Harry protested, you sat up and took a sip of your wine.

“What? Why?” He pushed.

“You and Tom get way to competitive.” Harry groaned.

“We do not!”

“I’m assuming you don’t remember that game of monopoly last week?” You teased.

“That was different, I swear Tom was cheating.” He threw his hands up in defence.

“I was not!” Tom shouted.

“Fuckin’ were. You’re banned from ever being the banker again. I swear you slipped Y/N extra cash.”

“How dare you! I would never cheat at a game.” Oh you would and you did but Harrison couldn’t prove that.

“What if we play a game that Tom can’t cheat at?” Tuwaine suggested.

“Hey! It wasn’t just me! Y/N could’ve owned up at any time.” Tom defended himself.

“Fuckin’ knew it!” Harrison screamed and you all laughed.

“Have any of you ever played overcooked?” You suddenly suggested. In hindsight, you should’ve thought about how much this probably wouldn’t work and the chaos it would cause.

“What’s that?” Harry asked out of curiosity, all the boys suddenly interested.

“Well you play as these little chefs and you have to fill orders under a time limit. It’s a teamwork game and you can’t cheat.” You shrugged as you explained it.

“I’m up for it!” Harrison said. You turned on your PS4 and grabbed the controllers, handing them over to the boys.

“It’s only a four-player game but we can take turns.” You said. “I’m happy to sit the first few out, I’ve played before.” You shrugged.

“But we need guidance! We’ve never played before.” Harry suddenly said and they all nodded in agreement.

“It’s not a hard game to get your head around.” You said.

“No, I’ll sit this one out.” Tuwaine said. “I’ll learn through watching and then I can beat the master.”

“It’s a teamwork game.” You laughed.

“Still.” Tuwaine said as he handed you the controller. You set it up and at first it wasn’t so bad, everyone was getting on quite well, that is, until, everyone learnt the controls.

“Tom that soup is about to burn!” Harrison shouted at the TV; eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“I’m busy washing plates! Someone else get it!”

“You have one job Tom! You get the food onto the plate and you serve it then you wash plates! It’s your job to make sure nothing burns.” Harrison groaned.

“There are no clean plates!”

By this point the tomato soup that had been cooking had burst into flames and you were quick to grab the extinguisher and put it out before it burnt the kitchen down.

“Thank you, Y/N, where would Tom be without you. We have to make that again now!” Harrison said. You couldn’t help but laugh, they were getting competitive.

“Boys! It’s a teamwork game.” You reminded them as you laughed. Tuwaine was in stitches on the other end of the sofa.

“Well it would help if Tom did his job is all I’m saying.” Harrison shrugged.

“Well what were you doing?” Tom fired back.

“I was cutting onions!”

“There isn’t even an order up for onion soup!” Tom shouted.

“I was pre-empting.”

You, Harry and Tuwaine were in stitches at this point, leaving the running of the kitchen to the two boys who continued their banter until the level finished and the three of you had finally composed yourselves.

“See, no need to worry! We still got three stars.” Harry said.

“Yeah, no thanks to you guys.” Tom said as he furrowed his brow. You leaned over and kissed his forehead and he smiled before poking your cheek.

“I wanna go!” Tuwaine said.

“Are you sure you wanna jump into the kitchen with these two?” You teased and Tom and Harrison both threw their hands on their chests in mock offence.

“Absolutely, there will be no arguing in my kitchen.” Tuwaine said confidently.

“Your kitchen? I think I’m the most qualified chef in this game.” Harrison said proudly.

“Ha! You wish.” Tom fired back. The game started and of course the banter picked up again.

“Harrison! Why are you always cutting shit we don’t need!” Harry had now joined in.

“I’ve told you I’m pre-empting!” He defended himself.

“I told you!” Tom exclaimed.

“Boys. What did I say about arguing in my kitchen? Tom play nice, Harrison only cut shit if we need it.” Tuwaine laughed causing you to burst into a fit of giggles again. The kitchen fell into chaos on the screen which only made you laugh harder as all the boys got frustrated. Stuff was burning left, right and centre and Harry had gone into a panic, picking up the extinguisher and whirling it around, serving no real help to putting the fires out.

“Tom! Get that extinguisher off him!”

“I can’t, Harry put it down.”

“I don’t know which fire to put out first!”

“You’re not putting any of them out right now, give it here.”

“This fuckin’ countdown music!”

“Tuwaine why are you cutting shit up? That's Harrisons trick! The kitchen’s burning down.”

"Hey i'm trying to help here!"

You had tears in your eyes and your stomach was hurting from laughing so much. The level ended and the boys had served a total of three orders and had a severely burnt kitchen. You were still wrapped up in yourself laughing, tears almost streaming down your face.

“This is what happens when you lose the master, I was doing fine until Tuwaine took over.” Harry tried to defend himself.

“I told you to give me that dam fire extinguisher, but you were just whizzing round in circles.” Tuwaine suddenly burst into laughter, joining you. You didn’t think your sides could take anymore.

“Right we should try that again.” Harrison said as he got himself ready for round two.

“I don’t think my sides can take anymore.” You said through your laughter.

“We’ve got this that was just a practise run.” Tom concluded as he too got himself ready.

They tried again and it only got more chaotic, the night had taken a complete U-turn from what it was an hour prior and your sides almost split from how much you were laughing. It became a weekly thing for you to find these kinds of games to play and boy did it make quarantine evenings that much more exciting.

[steamedtangerine]

Bear with me here:

I recently wrote this long screed in response to the insane situation that just happened in Walled Lake, MI a few days ago involving a QNut killing his wife and attempting to kill his daughter. The more I look back at QAnon, I’m reminded of things I went through years before the Fuckin’ Matrix film ever came out. Yet, not long ago, some guy takes his kids to Mexico to speargun them to death and admitted he “felt like Neo from the Matrix”. So, I feel like what I went through was mere prototype for shit like this, and I thank God every day that I was never exposed to the batshit nonsense some susceptible souls are now being exposed to today in a cordoned off world of high-speed media saturation that increases the chances of being “tweaked” phenomenally and also being manipulated.

This ramble will make little sense to anyone.....and where I first posted it is just mere preaching to the birds....at least here it serves as type of time capsule that I hope I can look back upon and see a bigger portion of a puzzling dilemma and how ugly things are being devised in the background.....so, against all feelings warning me to the contrary (and I learned life is a lot like that-where doing the right and constructive thing will NEVER FEEL RIGHT at the time....but you just know ever so slightly that it is the thing that needs to be done) I exhibit my previously posted rant:

(this follows a link to the aforementioned atrocity in Walled Lake) -This happened here in Michigan. Walled Lake man loses his head over the 2020 election, went into a spiral, and got worse. He kills his wife and dog and injures his one daughter, only to get killed by cops in a shoot-out. This is what genuine atrocity looks like. The surviving (other) daughter wrote a confirmed condemnation on a Reddit sub putting a spotlight on casualties of Qanon.

Remember that time a group of crazed people with weapons stormed the Capitol screaming to hang the vice President, harming guards, and trampling old women with "Don't tread on me" flags because Gore lost? Yeah, Me neither.

Remember when crackhead industrialists sunk thousands of dollars into fake conspiracy films until their last operation was closed in a mall in Minnesota because John Kerry lost? Yeah, me neither.

Making a cult of Trump is batshit insane seeing as noone (I mean NOONE) liked the guy in the 80s and 90s-Blooom County, Spy, Mag Magazine, SNL, Tim Burton, Joe Dante, the creators of Back to the Future-all beloved institutions of culture-all mocked and parodied him for what he was: a crooked, selfish, spoiled, loudmouth cheat of a person raised by the likes of Roger Stone and Roy Cohn. A person void of the essential humility to be seen redeemable in God's eyes.....and yet, people fly flags (FLAGS!! -this never happened prior to this nuttiness) in their front yards as a testimony of some dumb figurehead who represents to them the ugly aspect of never having to ever admit fault and never working towards elf-improvement.

Almost every Republican accusation has been a secret confession.....all projection and deflection from themselves. Just the same artificially culture-less 15-25 trolls here on NT reblogging terse one-way rude bumper sticker-like memes with no sources or evidence to their misinformative claims.

Yet, with Q culture we've had: nutjobs shooting up pizzerias, screeching freaks busting in on late night Christmas masses in Philly, blockheads obstructing traffic on the Hoover Dam, crazies starting forest fires in Cali, z-grade nobody drug-addled, woman abusing actors throwing themselves off bridges for "letting the movement down", the online wack-a-doos who insists Fauci should be executed only to die from their own negligent attitude about COVID, schmucks threatening platforms like YouTube, dipshits driving trains into boats, loons detonating themselves in RVs in Nashville, sickos driving their small kids to Mexico only to slay them with a speargun, online fuck-ups killing their "reptilian" brothers, and so much more....yeah, you will know them for their fruits.

They screeched about "threats" (because their cult was based around threat, fear, and unfounded righteous indignation, but not a lick of contrasting ambition or sense of virtue to their value system), but they became the very threat.

Maybe it's certain websites or doctor's meds, or government dope issued, or certain video games that glorify armed service-or maybe it's the water....and I don't doubt something happened to instigate an " existential crisis" in them (complete with odd coincidences, bad dreams, EDIT-solipsism that is either self-fostered or induced-complete with disassociation and internalization, vast susceptibility to dumb, ugly things like Trump, etc.)-the kind of things the Church of the Subgenius warned can be exploited by everything from Pentecostals, the C.I.A. handlers, Scientology, or any artificial "redpill/Matrix" cult, because they are now in a new realm of predatory reality that requires them to realize how even the phenomenal elements can be misleading.....

......but what really gets me is that almost every one one of these dupes are people who never took a risk and read an actual book about "conspiracy" (So much for "seeks and ye will find".). Those versed in it know history (Hi! ever bother to read the People's Almanac?) is steeped in the evil shit going back to Karen Silkwood, Fred Hampton, guys like Beckwith and Calley getting off scot-free, or back when King James would slow-poison someone threatening to out him. It also means developing a sense of critical thinking and comparative thinking that requires one to squint their mind to question the sources of BS out there....I mean, we all love escapism, but if you can't entertain the notion that maybe (just MAYBE) the whole UFO flap of the 20th century was an artificial means to keep on the backburner to control people down the road (along with dispensational dominionism....or even a "Virtual Reality/Redpill" theory), then you are going to get roped in by crap by guys like Von Daniken or antisemitic POSs like David Icke (whom the Forteans used to dis on major). These dupes were never motivated into looking into conspiracies in their cushy, sheltered, privileged lives, because they were never prodded by injustice like most marginalized people who know all too well how viscous, deceitful, and predatory this world can truly be.....but God forbid a black man becomes President....suddenly their little world turns upside down, and they lose their ungodly little minds, and God punishes them by letting them get deluded by the BIG LIE as so many for hundreds of years before them did-----all because they harbored delusions of grandeur by misassuming they had the inside track on things no one else can perceive......and they were easy prey for shadowy jerks who convinced them that "the REAL truth is buried" in doofy tabloids and that the button to exit their "artificial reality" was hidden by a repugnant clown of a wealthy jerk.

.....yeah, it's not too late to start looking into how things like blood-sugar affects a person, or how B-vitamains helped a guy like Robert Crumb shake off some of the bad lingering effects of psychedelics.

I made a list back in 2018-that has since grown-for a Reddit post listing all the times-with heavy Trumper/libertarian/militia/white supremacists/GOPer overlap-someone comes out as a threat or commits (mass) murder. For every leftist killer you better believe there is about 20 right-wingers who are the truly big threat. A majority folks have seen it and don't deny it-why do you think the election results came out as they did in 2020?.....yet, if some fringe site wants to be led along by the same sociopathic trolls who wanna ignore all the plague-spreading, senseless and racist killings and actual child trafficking coming from their camp, then you better hope nobody in authority on the outside takes notice in shutting things down the way things clamped down in internetland back on January 6th (and should've a lot sooner).

Yeah, a real boner-killer for this site, but as long as the same bullshitters are on here making Trump a cult figure like Q, and I'm seeing bloody psycho-killing happen too close to home, you better believe I'm gonna whole-heartedly agree with the orphaned daughter who wishes that the FBI should crush and scatter Q culture into nothingness.

[obaby-me]

Pretty Picture

Mammon x Reader

Author’s Note: It’s just shameless Mammon smut again. Because that’s what I like and so that’s what I’ll write. This involves restraints, vibes, denial, overstimulation, fucking the good boy in the ass, and a lot of whining and some crying. And lots of loving. Y’know, the good stuff.

You’re quite the artist, and you made him your canvas. Restrained arms to the headboard, with his legs spread wide by a bar, you’ve stretched him out to near immobile. A silk ribbon wrapped around his waist and thighs, and tight around the base of his cock—pressing his shaft flush against his abdomen—wrapped him up pretty. Not that he could tell how perfect the bows you tied were, as his eyes covered by a blindfold. But the finishing touch to pull it all together: bullet vibrators tied around his cock’s head.

Everything just tight enough to be painfully restricted, but not enough to stop him from painting himself shamefully.

Every sensation was heightened, intensified by his lack of sight. Every kiss and bite, and every rake of your nails on his skin. It felt like fire. Your breath as you blew and cooled his skin felt like ice. Every ghosting trail of finger tips gave him shivers. The flicks and pulls to his nipples felt so much more sensitive than they’d ever had before. It was enough to have him leaking and humping upwards at air—and that was before the vibe was ever turned on.

You worked him up slowly, listening to him groan and huff complaints for more, just more of whatever you like so long as it was friction (preferably to his cock.) Touch him. Suck him. Fuck him. Let him fuck you. Something, anything. “Quit teasin’...”

Chuckling slightly, you pulled away. He didn’t know to where, but he was certain not far. Pretty certain. Less certain the longer he floated in the void of the dark and its silence.

“B-babe?” He called out hesitantly.

In answer to him, you started up the vibe. Immediately, it had him gasping and writhing. He poured curses from his throat.

He never thought the powerful little vibes he’d gotten to tease you with would be turned on him. But he’d never been happier. It was horribly good, wonderfully awful. He shook and struggled in his restraints, desperately bucking up into the empty air as the vibrators shot pleasure directly to his sensitive tip. His cock throbbed and bobbed against the ribbon that secured it.

You giggled and whispered about how cute his cock was as it jumped in its pleasure, and he could feel your breath as you lay just between his legs watching from the most embarrassing angle. You kissed at his thighs, lapped at his balls, kissed at the base of his shaft, making every minute that passed another step in the stairway to bliss.

But it was an endless staircase. He began to weep, both tears and pre-cum. He wanted to cum. But he couldn’t.

There was only just enough stimulation with vibrator. It had him so close, but the ribbon was so tight. He needed a little more, something to break this dam.

Every passing minute, he pleaded louder. From mutters, to groans, to whines. “Oh, fuck, I need to cum, I need to cum, babe, fuck, babe, let me cum,” the words became more mashed together and jumbled. He leaked profusely making the whirring of the toy against his reddened tip begin to squelch, joining the chorus of cries.

“Where are your manners?”

“Shit, babe, please!” He growled weakly in frustration.

The vibe increased in speed, one notch, then two. Just what he needed. He gasped his thanks as he arched, jetting ropes of cum over his abdomen. Heavenly.

But the vibe didn’t stop. The speed was lowered to just bearable thrum. He’d just cum and yet he continued to dribble more of his seed under the assault to his sensitive cock. Every nerve on his cock was in over drive. It was agony, and he loved it.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” You whispered encouragements to him despite how he swore at you, wandering around the bed to run your fingers all along his body. Your fingers grazed over his nipples, raked down his skin and made him wince. He leaned into every touch, desperate for more, calling out to you in a voice choked with sobs. He wanted mercy, but whether it was for more or for less he didn’t know.

You kissed him. You bit him. You scratched him. You gave him some good smacks to his thighs and chest too. You marked him up beautifully.

You told him how much you loved him. You told him how perfect he was for you. You told him how no one made you feel the way he made you feel. You told him how much you adored him. You promised you always would.

“I-I love you,” he stuttered in return, as you pulled away from a sloppy kiss. You increased the vibe for him, clearly pleased with his confession. “I love you!” He said again, and again you rewarded him with another increase.

You granted him another release. And you did not relent.

All he could do was scream and sob beneath the vibes on his overly sensitive cock, releasing load after load over his abdomen and chest. Each orgasm more painful than the last. Fuck, it was good. He was practically delirious when you finally stopped after his shuddering fourth release, and gave him a much needed break.

“Open up,” you ordered as you moved beside him. He jerked towards the sound of your voice, dropping open his mouth expectantly. He was rewarded with fingers rubbing slick against his tongue.

You’d been touching yourself while watching him. He hadn’t heard it over his own desperate crying and begging. But the thought of your fingers working yourself into such a sloppy mess over your hand made him groan while he busied himself with your fingers. You wiggled them gently in his mouth, wiping them as if his tongue were a rag to be used. Pulling them out with a pop, he gave a small whine.

“I need more of that, baby.” He licked his lips of what he may have missed. “Gimme more of that right here,” he demanded, opening his mouth again, tongue presented for your pleasure. He wanted to feel you cum. On his tongue, over his face, on top of his cock. Hell, fuck yourself on to his fingers or grind on his thighs. Anything. He loved it when you came for him, on him.

Instead you adjusted the bullets and tightened the ribbon around his cock.

“That’s not on the itinerary tonight,” you chuckled.

“Just come over here already,” he pleaded, wanting your warmth, your skin, your hands, your mouth on him.

“So greedy,” you mocked. He knew by way of your voice he wasn’t going to get what he wanted any time soon.

Clicking his tongue in irritation, he huffed. “Who d’ya think your talkin’ to?”

You chuckled in response. “I love the way you look right now,” you complimented, hoping to appease him. He heard your steps as you paced leisurely around the bed frame. The sound of a polaroid camera clicked every so often. Every sound of the film print made his cock twitch happily.

Mammon was well aware of what he looked like, even with the blindfold over his eyes. He was a mess. Stomach coated in his own cum, and body littered in love bites and red lines scratched across his skin. He knew he was drooling, he knew he was red from his ears down his neck from the taxing play. His body was a masterpiece, and he was as much proud of it as he was excitably embarrassed by it.

“You look so perfectly fucked.”

“Ain’t been properly fucked yet,” he snipped in return. “I want ya on this cock, baby.” His hand clasped and unclasped in their restraints. “I want to feel that tight little hole of yours clampin’ down on me.”

“I’ll think about it,” you hummed, and he groaned in frustration. He was so hard and wanting. He needed so badly. He wanted so desperately.

He felt a dip in the bed beside him, and he attempted to twist towards you. But gentle hands on his shoulders pushed him back to laying flat.

He felt the weight of you shift around him, hovering over him. A hand traced over his skin, nails teasing potential streaks of red to add to his collection. He loved the game of ‘will you, won’t you’—he shuddered beneath your touched.

“It’s amazing how much you cum,” you muttered with your lips against his neck, kissing down his body. You trailed down to his stomach, your tongue lapping at some of the remnants of his pleasure. The sudden wet warmth of your mouth made him shudder.

Your fist clasped the base of his shaft, making Mammon hiss in surprise. “It’s the sexiest thing,” you compliment. Slowly pulling up his cock to the vibes and then down again, you whispered, “and delicious too.” He lifted his hips greedily, bucking into your hand.

You were not feeling very merciful tonight apparently. Your grip tightened and he whimpered, dropping his hips back down. You gave him a teasing kitten lick to his drooling head, his cock twitching happily in response.

“Suck me off then,” he groaned, wanting more of your tongue. “I’ll give you a good drink of it.”

“Also, not in the itinerary.”

“Fuck your damn itinerary!”

As punishment you gave his inner thigh a harsh slap. “Oh, but I promise you’ll like what I have in store for you. You just have to my good boy.” Noisily you sucked on his skin, moaning at the taste of more of his cum that coated him. The filthy gesture and the physical sensation both worked wonders on him.

Your hand stroked him, gently and slowly at first. But as he grew impatient, you sped up and gripped tighter. His legs shook as he began that climb back up to give you more of his cum. “You’ll be my good boy, won’t you?” You asked.

A happy shiver of anticipation ran down Mammon’s spine. Yours. Good. Those were everything he wanted to be.

He nodded in response.

“Good boys use their words,” you reminded him, giving his skin another bite. He jerked at the sensation in return.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be your good boy,” Mammon promised sighing out with a shudder.

Approving, you turned the vibes back on—clearly pleased with his response. He clenched his teeth to keep in his squeals of delight. Between the vibes and your hand, he was close again so soon, and he twisted in his restraints.

“Just a little more, baby, fuck. I’m so close.”

“That’s not how good boys ask to cum,” you mumbled into his skin, moving up to his nipple, and licking the sensitive peak. Automatically his body arched for more stimulation. “Beg pretty for me, like a good boy should.”

“Please!” He whined in frustration. His cock felt painful, ready to burst, and yet it twitched so happily too. “Fuck, baby, please! Please, please!”

As if answering his prayers, the vibes’ intensity increased, and Mammon let out a happy scream, his cock pulsing for the imminent orgasm. “Yes, yes, fuck, yes!”

Right as his body began to tense for that wished for release, the vibe was turned off entirely and Mammon choked, hips thrusting into the air desperately trying to get some sort of friction to cum. Tears were shed at his denial.

“You said I could cum!”

He could hear you laughing wickedly. “I said no such thing. But you will, baby, soon enough you will.” As if trying to soothe him, you trailed soft kisses down his body again, seating yourself between his legs, gentle but teasing.

He sobbed curses at you in return.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got something very special for you.” Your promise came with gentle kisses along his reddened thighs. A finger traced down his cock, over his balls, and dipped further below, swiping at the puckered hole hidden beneath him. “I’ll get you properly fucked, just like you wanted.” He knew he was pulling the most debauched sort of grin.

You crawled over his body, kissing away tears on his cheeks. “I’m going to untie you now. You’re going to sit up but keep the blindfold on until I say so, okay?”

Mammon nodded in ernest.

Gentle hands unravelled the ribbon that restricted his abused member, and released the vibes. He sighed in relief. The torture was over. He would miss it.

Next came his feet from the spreader bar, and then his hands above his head. He wrung his wrists, certain without even looking that they were reddened from his twisting, turning, and yanking on his restraints.

Per your orders, he sat upright, and he could hear you wander around the bed in your preparations for him.

“Turn around for me, love.”

Eagerly he manuevered himself on to all fours, elbows down but ass up and spread wide while he waited for you. He could hear his own heart pounding in his ears and the anticipation had him so tense he was shaking. It felt like ages before you returned to him.

There was a shuffling of paper, some of which dropped around his arms. Then the telltale pop of a bottle.

“Relax, my love,” you whispered sweetly, the flat of your hand rubbing his back softly to calm his excitable nerves and loosen the tension in his body. You hummed sweetly and peppered kisses, whispering that he was okay, he was going to be fine, that he was safe—that you loved him.

He knew all that. That was part of why he was so damn excitable in the first place. Still, it worked in making him melt down into the mattress.

Wet fingers prodded into his ass. Gently they spread him and prepared him, while he moaned softly into his arms. Fingers searched inside him for that perfect spot and you knew you’d found it when he suddenly tightened and arched to press himself further on to you. You worked that spot slowly working him up to whines. When you pulled away and desperately tried to push back to find your hands again. Instead, you gave him a warning spank.

“Sit still. Or hands will be all you get,” you threatened, amusement in your voice.

He would have talked back but he could feel the head of a cock press into his ass and he didn’t want to press his luck—you could easily decide that no, he was a bad boy and didn’t deserve to have his ass filled. He groaned out as you slowly pushed the well lubed length into him. You took it slow, inch by inch, pausing when he seemed to strain.

“You take my cock so well,” you praised, kissing his back, as your hands roamed his shoulders, arms, chest. You surrounded him, filled him. You were his everything right now, the only thing to think about. All pleasure—all love. He reveled in it—and it seemed you were doing the same.

Then, you pulled back about half way and slammed into him and he shot forward in surprise, a happy gasp escaping him. You were slow but rough—pulling out slowly, and ramming it back in, but speeding up with every thrust. Mammon’s volume increased with your pace.

He buried his face into the mattress, his hands grasping at the sheets for something to hold on to. Along with your roughening pace, your kisses turned to bites and you gave small moans of your own into his skin, clearly enjoying yourself. Enjoying him.

“You look so fucking good under me,” you panted. “Especially all marked up as mine. When people see you, they’ll know who loves you, won’t they? Who loves you, Mammon?”

Mammon groaned. “You,” came his muffled reply into the covers.

“I can’t hear you, baby.” A hand in his hair tugged him up. “Say it again. Say my name.”

He gave a low whine, sort of sob as you tugged roughly on his hair again and gave a particularly deep thrust. You demanded answers, yet every time he tried to voice your name, you gave him a grind or a thrust, sometimes a spank, stopping him from speaking. He stuttered nonexistent syllables, transformed by his pleasure with every rock of your hips. Still he tried, he made every effort. He was your good boy.

You bent him backwards by his hair, pulling to turn him to face you. You pushed forward up to meet him, digging yourself deeper into his ass and he whined happily to receive you—cock as well as tongued kiss.

Breathless, you let go of his hair and pulled at his blindfold to finally give him sight. It took him a minute to properly adjust to sight again.

“Look baby. Look at how pretty you are,” you whispered in his ear, throwing in front of him a small poloraoid picture of himself: tied down in a mess of his own cum, and covered in markings so lovingly given to him. And yet, where he was at his most vulnerable. It was embarrassing to think of himself, the powerful Avatar of Greed laid out below a human. How humilating it would be should anyone find these! But somehow the thought was such a turn on. (But only in thought.)

You resumed your thrusting, but you were kinder to him this time. “Every kiss, every bite, every scratch, every drop of yummy cum: where did they come from, baby? Who made you make such a naughty face?” Another picture was thrown in front of him, a capture of him drooling and screaming out in ecstasy. He hadn’t heard that snap of a picture.

“Y-you,” he managed to get out in response.

“Again.”

“You!”

“My name, Mammon!”

He let out a whine. He looked down at the photos that were tossed around him. Yours. He looked yours. He cried out your name, beginning to chant it with your every thrust, beginning to rock him against the bed. He made the mistake of looking away and closing his eyes and you tugged at his hair painfully.

“Don’t look away Mammon. I want you to look. Look at yourself. What do you see, baby? Tell me, what are you?”

Based on that picture of perfect debauchery, a lot of words could be used—he knew what others would think, would say. Fucktoy. Bitch. Slut. There were so many names to call him with a picture that filthy. But none of them were right. None of them were what you would call him.

“Yours,” he gasped.

You hummed your approval, kissing his back. “That’s right. Mine. All mine.” To hear it was ecstasy for him. And on some level he couldn’t know, you loved it too. You muttered it into his skin like it was the only words you knew, and it was honestly the only words he wished to hear as he got closer and closer to his end. It was all he could think about now. His mind becoming a haze.

Curses escaped him as his body tensed, his breath heavy and difficult. “You gonna cum for me, love?” The only response he could manage was a nod. He was thankful it was acceptable because he absolutely would not have been able to handle it if you hadn’t. “Cum, then. Cum and tell them all who’s making you cum. Tell them who loves you.”

Mammon’s voice was hoarse, your name unintelligible in his almost soundless scream. It was intense, overwhelming. He’d cum so many times already, each more intense than the last, and this—this was too much. You may have removed his blindfold, but you managed to steal his vision once again.

He was spent. There was nothing left he could give you. He hadn’t the energy left in him. His body went slack though the muscles still twitched, and his jaw hung open in the most blissful drooling smile. He sighed out words that didn’t properly form because his even his tongue couldn’t pull any of its own weight anymore either. But he tried anyway.

He tried to tell you he loved you. To tell you how perfect you were. How only you could make him feel this good. He wanted to tell you how much he adored you. And to promise you that he always would.

He knew none of it was coming out in anything more than babbles, but regardless of how incoherent he was, he knew you knew what he meant. You always did know how to read him.

“I know, love. I know.” You wrapped your arms tight around him, and pulled him to your chest, letting him calm and regain some semblance of control of his breathing and his exhausted limbs enough to hold you in return. You whispered to him what a good boy he had been for you, reminding him how wonderful he was.

He was just on his way to drifting off when he felt you begin to pull away and he gave a small whimper. He would feel too lonely if you left him now. You returned to holding him tight, cooing that you needed to clean him up. While he agreed, he haggled, “later.”

“You can’t fall asleep like this. You’re an absolute mess,” you scolded.

“I won’t,” Mammon promised, despite already beginning to drift. Though you indulged him awhile longer, you did have to insist on getting him, drowsy or not, cleaned up. You made it as easy as you could for him, bringing towels to him and doing most of the work where his job consisted of getting his body to lift or rotate. It felt like forever for him, waiting for you to return to his arms. Maybe you felt the same way. As soon as you’d finished, you merely tossed the towel to the floor to crawl into his side.

“I love you, Mammon.” You reminded him, as you did every night before going to sleep.

“I love ya too.”

[bumblebear30]

The heights you take me to.

Rita Calhoun x Casey Novak

Established Calvak

Warnings: Discussion of fears around heights, No smut but allusions to. Language. Casey Novak being so fucking adorable she’ll steal your girl and you’d still thank her.

The heights you take me to.

Not that anyone ever did ask, but if anyone had ever been brazen enough to raise the issue, Rita would categorically deny that she was scared of heights.

And she would win that argument. Even a polygraph test on the subject would be passed with flying colours. She was entirely content on those shallow balconies at the opera, mezzanine floors in apartments in Paris posed no hindrance and, thankfully, even the thought of flying in planes didn’t bother her. So truly heights weren’t the issue.

If you were going to get technical about it, maybe, possibly, perhaps, she had a mild concern – an often valid mild-concern – about falling from unstable platforms. Honestly it just seemed common sense to avoid such scenarios. An intrinsic urge of self-protection that had served her well through life so far. So much so, the issue very rarely came up at all.

And yet, somehow Casey, so typically enthusiastic, utterly wonderfully childlike in her glee and adoration of things somehow put Rita in a situation where she had to confront that maybe she should have voiced her concerns much earlier in their relationship.

It had all come about because Casey had won their most recent head-to-head case and they'd long since set up and agreement that after a case where they been up against each other whoever won got to choose whatever date it was that they went on as soon as they could.

Sometimes it was as mundane as choosing which wine and takeaway combo would go with whatever mindless TV or comfort film they'd watch as they settled back into their domestic selves, or something like Casey making Rita join her on a walk around the park when the seasons were changing so she could point out the beauty of the leaves changing colour or the blossom scattering the footpath. She was always such a romantic; as much in love with the natural world around her as with the woman stood next to her holding her hand. Despite her apparent grumbling Rita actually loved those walks, just getting to have a glimpse of how Casey saw things always made her fall for the redhead even more.

Other times, if she'd won, Rita would go all out spoiling Casey with a quick weekend away, or lavish meal out – not to gloat, never to gloat - but to simply spoil her girl as she deserved to be spoilt.

One time Casey had made Rita go camping... Despite the defence attorney trying her best to cope with it all after several tantrums Casey learnt quickly that camp life did not hold the same joyful relaxation for the brunette as she’d hoped, and had hastily found them a glamping resort nearby to save the long weekend.

But, given the nature of some of the cases, and just how passionately Rita would defend her client and Casey would fight for justice for the victim, sometimes there simply had to be a cooling off phase of a couple of days before either one was quite ready to think about indulging the whims of the winning party.

The longest they'd gone through such a détente had been ten days. It had just clocked over to the eleventh when Rita had woken to the sounds of Casey sniffling, trying to muffle her tears on the couch where she'd been sleeping, self-imposed it had to be said. Wordlessly Rita had left the warmth of their bed and padded across the apartment simply to cuddle up with the redhead: wrapping her arms around her and cradling her head into the crook of her neck. The unspoken love and comfort in the gentle touches, the light peppering of kisses against her hair, had initially just made Casey sob even harder. It was exactly what she'd needed ten days ago but her own smarting pride and anger at the world's injustices had meant she denied herself from seeking out from the one person who could truly console her. Rita had continued to just hold her though and rub her back, letting Casey get it all out without judgement.

Exhausted Casey had eventually fallen asleep, utterly spent after finally letting the emotional dam burst. With great care Rita had slowly manoeuvred them (an impressive feat she was quite proud of really) so that she could lie down on the couch properly with Casey draped comatose over her hip, her face pillowed on Rita's chest. She knew she'd inevitably end up with a drool mark on her satin sleep shirt but making sure Casey was comfortable was far more important - and for the first time in weeks, fell asleep holding her love.

Waking up being held so tenderly by Rita, who had spent the night on the couch with her simply because Casey had needed her, almost made Casey cry again. Although this time because her heart was so full. She'd laid there for a little while completely content to just listen to Rita's soft snores (she only ever did when she slept on her back, Casey always thought they were adorable), until she could resist no longer and started to trail her hand across the top of Rita's shoulder and down her arm a little.

So absorbed in the sensation of the satin under her fingertips, and the incomparable softness of Rita's skin where it had slipped more open on her chest, Casey hadn't realised the gentle snores had stopped till she felt an answering hand come up to run across the back of her head gently. Looking up she had been greeted with such a soft sleepy smile from her girlfriend that Casey just wanted to remember it forever.

The woman was just so perfect for her. Rita would of course argue with a smirk across her face that she was perfect, full stop, but Casey always simply pointed out that she loved Rita’s imperfections just as much anyway. It usually earned her a sweet kiss, or three. But that morning it was Casey who poured as much love and gratefulness into the kisses she pressed to Rita’s cheek before offering to cook one of Rita’s beloved egg-white omelettes.

At this precise moment in time though Rita wished with every fibre of her being that she was back in their apartment, safely sat on the couch which was so securely resting on the ground.

Casey had won their most recent professional battle – Rita was secretly relieved, the guy creeped her out too – and the redhead had promptly declared that she wanted to go to Coney Island. Initially Rita thought she was joking, and had laughed in her face. She thought it went without saying that fair ground rides, fried foods and screaming children were not her idea of a fun evening with her girlfriend. But upon seeing the puppy dog worthy pout that was now gracing said girlfriend’s face she had immediately relented, although only once securing a promise that she could wear Casey’s clothes. She’d be damned if her designer wardrobe was going to be sacrificed along with her professional court win-rate. Chanel and cotton candy did not mix.

So, a few days later she’d subsequently found herself dressed in Casey’s jeans and old softball team hoody. When she’d left the bedroom and when Casey had caught sight of how her ass filled out the jeans let alone seeing Rita with ‘NOVAK’ emblazoned across her shoulders? She was reduced to an absolute puddle of adoration and affection.

Rita had recognised the gleam in her redhead’s eyes and it had buoyed her confidence, loving to have the chance to flirt and spoil Casey to her heart’s content. Although really with the small fortune she’d spent on letting Casey try to win at the coconut shy she would’ve expected a higher quality prize than the little plush tiger the redhead eventually chose. But when Casey had then only slightly bashfully presented it to her, saying that it reminded her of her courtroom persona Rita surprised herself with how much she immediately treasured it, able to picture where it would rest 'on-guard' on top of her jewellery box on the dressing table.

She’d tried to counter how the moment got to her by quipping that she’d need to work harder if Casey saw her as soft and cuddly in court, but Casey had simply rolled her eyes and laughed, quickly tugging Rita towards her to press a quick kiss to the side of her head before leading her further down the boardwalk and onto the next distraction.

Rita had been all too happy to follow. With the quite fierce and regal looking little tiger securely tucked under one arm, and her free hand safely and lovingly entangled with Casey’s whenever possible – only releasing her when Casey wanted to play a stall, or to tsk as she had to untangle Casey’s hair as it got caught on whatever food stuff the redhead kept on encouraging her to indulge in, Rita actually found herself not just tolerating the date, but actively enjoying it.

Cotton candy tasted sweeter when stolen off of her girlfriend’s stick of it. The gleam of Casey’s eyes in all the bright lights made the neon flashing bearable. The screams of hyperactive and wayward children were relegated to the background as Casey laughed and joked with her, muttering sweet nothings into her ear as they watched the sunset, and decidedly naughtier comments when they indulged in ice creams and hotdogs. It had all been going just swimmingly. But then Casey had legitimately squealed and bounced like an excitable golden retriever as she bounded towards the one thing Rita had been determinedly ignoring:

That fucking Ferris wheel.

As she covered her unease – all those different treats suddenly bubbling inside her stomach suddenly felt like such a bad idea – with an attempt at an indulgent smile and joined Casey in the queue, Rita couldn’t help but consider how they’d managed to get so far into their relationship without the discussion about Rita’s concerns – definitely not fear, Rita Calhoun was not scared of anything or anyone thank you very much – but unease, about being up on something so rickety and unstable that just went unnecessarily high and when was it last inspected and god did the damn seats have to sway so and oh shit was it just a bar across their laps that was meant to protect them? She was Rita fucking Calhoun, surely there was something more robust and reliable than a single metal 2x4 to stop her from plunging to her imminent dea-

Oh.

Rita glanced down at where Casey had taken her white knuckled grip from the metal safety bar and now held her hand in both of her own in the warmth of her lap,

“Babe, you should’ve just said if you didn’t want to go on the ride.”

Rita was glad that Casey was so close and so beautiful, it meant she could safely focus on her rather than how the ground, nice safe terra firma, was getting smaller and smaller the higher up they went. She made herself focus on the brightness of her eyes – how they seemed to radiate such love and warmth at her, to take in how there were a few more smile lines at the corner of those eyes than there were when she’d first found herself getting lost in them.

She dropped her gaze (oh god, wrong choice of word she chided herself), to the top of Casey’s cupid bow lip, able to instantly conjure the countless memories of how that lip felt pressed against her own, tracing down her throat and across her body drawing out and bringing her such pleasure. Right now though, the corner of those lips were curling up in one of those soft, ever so slightly teasing smiles that still made Rita’s heart beat faster despite how long they’d been together– although she was glad to notice that actually this time it actually slowed her racing pulse, letting her breathe deeply once more,

“I’m not scared,” she finally huffed out, even though she tried to shuffle closer to Casey in the same moment and instantly froze wide-eyed as the seat seemed to swing at her movement. With a roll of her eyes Casey lifted her arm to come round the back of Rita’s shoulders, encouraging the brunette to cuddle into her side,

“Of course not darling. I never said you were.”

Rita’s sigh this time was in apparent exasperation but truly, she felt inexplicably safer with Casey’s arm wrapped comfortingly around her. She finally felt brave enough to look past Casey’s face, being pressed so closely against the crook of her shoulder she could smell the distinctive scent of Casey’s perfume from where she’d applied it to her pulse point. It made her smile. She’d bought the redhead the bespoke scent for their second Christmas together, and it had been her go-to ever since. With the familiar hints of bergamot, blood orange and nutmeg swirling through her senses and Casey’s low voice pointing out the different sights that surrounded them Rita actually felt herself relax and begin to enjoy the experience.

Until the blasted wheel groaned and ground to a stop just as they came round to the top once again,

“Fuck! What’s happening? Is it breaking? Casey!”

With a gentle chuckle Casey ran her thumb over Rita’s knuckles and the back of her hand to calm her,

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t know you were going to be not scared so I slipped the operator an extra $10 so we could stop at the top for a bit.”

Rita turned to face her aghast,

“And why would you do such a thing!?!”

“Maybe because I wanted to look at all the different sights with my girlfriend,” she reached out to tuck some of the fly-aways of Rita’s classic half-up do back behind her ear, “Or maybe I wanted to make out with the love of my life on the Ferris wheel like a horny teenager…”

The wickedly teasing smile and gleam to her eyes elicited the exact knowing and playful laugh from Rita that Casey knew it would,

“Well, when you put it like that darling,” Casey loved how Rita’s usual confidence seemed to exude from her once the redhead had focussed her attention, already leaning forward as Rita beckoned her with her fingers curling under her chin, “C’mere you.”

So maybe Ferris wheels weren’t so bad after all.

In fact, sharing such sweet kisses that tasted like candy as the fair lights flashed, oblivious in their own world as children screamed and parents yelled all around them, meant Rita thought she could just about say she was a fan of the mechanical monstrosity.

Just.

[marvelbbyx]

Back to Life (Carol Danvers x Fem! Reader) Part Two

Request: @anon “Carol losing her lover(reader) on the snap and then reuniting with her again after 5 years when everyone was resurrected and of course the aftermath. Just want an angst with a happy ending fic. I just like the idea of Carol losing the love of her life in her arms and how she turned to dust, how she’ll deal with the sorrow and grief, and of course her happiness when they reunited and the occasional paranoia that she’ll lose her love again.”

Author’s Note: Final part of Back to Life! Enjoy! 🥰

Italics are flashbacks.

Warnings! Implied smut.

Part one here!

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“Y/N and Carol take San Francisco!

Too hot...even for Carol.” (August 28th, 2017)

Carol stared down at the Polaroid caption with a saddened smile, the picture was of you two standing by the Golden Gate Bridge. You would take photos everywhere you traveled, different states, countries, and planets, and you made sure to document each visit.

In this picture, both of your arms wrapped around each other, Carol pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, she remembered that day fondly. The clothes you wore, the smell of your perfume, and especially...you.

She then flips on to the next picture, one from Louisiana, during Mardi Gras. A candid of you, grinning and jumping in the air trying to catch all the beads thrown in your direction. She remembers you getting hit in the face with a pair, chuckling at the memory.

The caption below reading:

“Mardi Gras!

Life of the party? More like life of the Mardi!” {Get it?} (February 13th, 2018)

You liked puns (clearly), and dad jokes of the like, often thinking of ones to include in your photos and even saving some of your material to try and make Carol laugh. Sometimes they would make her laugh, other times she would roll her eyes and claim it cheesy.

You probably would’ve made one when you got your ring, taking a picture on the planet and giving it a stupid caption along the lines of, “She liked it, so she put a ring on it!” or something else ring related. Maybe Lord of The Rings. You were a big fan of that too. Forcing Carol into watching the films although reluctant at first. She ended up enjoying them. They were especially enjoyable with your lame Gollum impression.

What she would kill to hear just one of your jokes now.

~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, hot stuff.” You said with a light breath, the blonde lifting her head from your pillow, slowly turning around, her eyes lingering up to yours. You bit back a smile along with a few tears, “...I’m back.”

Carol wasted no time as she rushed over to you, embracing you tightly. Her arms swaddling you in a bear hug and pulling you close to her chest. Your heart sank when you heard the sound of Carol’s gut-wrenching sobs that were muffled into the fabric of your shirt. Her body quaked as you held her tighter, your hands gripping onto her shoulders.

You were the first to pull away, Carol whining at the loss of your warmth. You move her a hand her cheek, wiping the tears away with a stroke of your thumb.

She grips your hand, pressing it tighter against her cheek, the cool feeling of your ring still present on your finger. Your body grew tense when she asks, “Is—it really you?”

The tears that threatened to fall earlier hastily ran down your cheeks in warm streams, you close the small gap from between you two, resting your forehead head against hers, “Yes,” Your breath is wobbly. “...it’s me.”

Before you were able to say anything else, Carol’s lips were eagerly pressed against yours, your mouths trembling against each other while your bodies melted together. Giving you the kiss you were promised all those years ago. Close enough to feel Carol’s heartbeat accelerate, the intense heat of her body warming up yours in an instant. Reality fading around you.

“I love you,” She says breathlessly as she plants individual kisses to your nose, cheeks, forehead, and your beautiful lips again. “I never stopped; and I always will.”

“Me too,” You rasp between each kiss, you keep her there at your lips, your make-out leading into a day filled with lost passion, going well into the late night.

~~~~~~~~~

She’s propped up on an arm, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest.

Carol couldn’t sleep, nor even try. The possibility that this was all just a dream was terrifying to her. She even forgot how cute you looked when you were asleep, how your nose and eyebrows crinkled when you were having a dream, or the abrupt sound of your snorts when you were in a deep sleep. It’s a reminder of what she missed these last five years.

She felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child. Like water from a dam, tears burst forth, spilling down her face. You stir lightly, your eyes fluttering open as you hear her cry.

“Carol?” You murmur, your sleepy voice soft and husky. You sit up and rub your eyes, noticing your girlfriend sitting at the edge of the bed, “Carol, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, honey. Just go back to sleep.” She manages a calm voice.

“You’re crying,” You crawl over to her side, kneeling behind her back with your hands on her shoulders. “Tell me why.”

Carol’s hands clenched into shaking fists, her head ducked down and away from you. “I just...” She trails off. “I just can’t believe that you’re here with me. I feel that this was my fault...that I let you go.”

You sigh, squeezing her shoulders lightly. “It’s not your fault, you couldn’t control it. Nor did you have any idea that it would happen. What matters is that we’re together and we can stay together.”

“But what if I can’t protect you?” Carol says lowly. “What if it happens again?” She closes her eyes and buries her face in her hands.

You climbed out of the bed and sat on your knees in front of Carol, your hands gently holding onto her wrists as you moved her hands away from her eyes. “It won’t happen again, never. Thanos is gone, and I have you to thank for that, my love. If not, we’d never be able to get married.” You flash her your gold band again. “...and I, for one, would marry the hell of out of you still. Five years ago and five years from today. I’ll stay with you always, Carol Danvers.”

She feigns a smile. “And I will too.”

[inkykeiji]

anyways my ask was too long so i’ll continue here! i have a few songs that remind me of bmb and i’d love to share them with you clari!! go listen to mind games by sickick and sick thoughts by lewis blissett. makes me feel like i’m transported into bmb!! anyways i hope u have an AMAZING day and that u remember how amazing n loved u are :( Ur writing makes me so happy and i feel so much better just by sending you asks... have a nice day clari ❤️ - anon that asked about bmb&touya nii comfort

aaah i actually love both of those songs soooo much and i totally agree, they definitely have bmb vibes!! sick thoughts is on my bmb tomura playlist but i’m pretty sure mind games is on my touya-nii playlist hehehe <33 aw sweetpea thank you so much <33 i hope you do as well!!!! ily!!! and i’m so happy to hear that my work and sending me asks makes you feel better aaaah bb that is SO precious i’m so soft 🥺🥺 i’m sorry it took me a few days to get to your asks!!

AH okay let’s get into your amazing question!!!

touya-nii

okay hehehe i talked about this briefly in an ask a week or so ago, but touya-nii is a lot more in tune with his own emotions and, thus, in tune with yours. he’s incredibly perceptive, knows you inside out at this point—all of your little mannerisms and habits, every change in your tone, the way your voice wobbles on certain words—so he knows something is wrong instantly, before you’ve even started crying. his large hands are pulling you into his lap before a single tear drop has even fallen, before a sniffle has even sounded, cooing and murmuring to you as he cradles you to his chest. and it’s that action, that knowing sense, that breaks the dam in your chest, excruciating sobs tearing through your chest, entire body trembling under the force of them.

touya won’t make you tell him what’s wrong at first—he’ll let you cry it out, let you weep until your eyes are puffy and your head is pounding and you’ve run out of tears—before he demands, in his own loving way, you tell him what it is that’s bothering you so much. he can’t help if he doesn’t know what’s going on, he tells you, in that firm yet soft voice that is so distinctly him. after he’s borderline forced you to talk it out, he’ll indulge you in one of your favourite comfort activities (food, movies, sleep, etc whatever works for you <3).

here is also a lil ask about touya-nii comforting a reader who’s had a stressful week + panic attacks, if you want it!! <33

bmb!dabi

bmb!dabi is...overwhelmed. he doesn’t know how to deal with his own emotions, much less yours, but he still wants to help nonetheless, because seeing you in pain hurts him, too. there’s a little anger and irritation at first; not because of you, but because of his emotional incompetence, and he doesn’t realize you’re crying until you’re trying to swallow down rough sobs that have your chest stuttering. it takes him some time to work up the courage to come see what’s wrong—this is completely uncharted territory for him, so he’s quite cautious, but his love for you pulls him towards you whether he likes it or not. 

while touya knows exactly what to say and when to say it, bmb!dabi is very silent—he hasn’t a clue what to say, but you can feel his eagerness to help, can feel how badly he wants to make it better rolling off of him in waves as he hovers around you, mumbling out questions; are you okay? how can i help? and placing a hesitant but tender hand on your back, or an arm around your shoulders. it’s only when you lean into his touch, that he finally realizes what you need in that moment.

so he’ll wrap you up in his strong arms, allowing you to stain his t-shirt with salt water and tangle your fingers in the material as you tug him closer, letting you cling to him for as long as you need to, safe in his embrace. after your sobs have calmed a little, he’ll wordlessly pull you down onto the couch with him, your body in his lap, and put on a film or show he knows you enjoy. and he’ll continue with his soft touches, palm rubbing soothing circles into your back, or fingers tracing nonsensical patterns on your skin.

he doesn’t say much, but his comforting presence and his gentle touches are enough <3

[royadventures]

april 10th, 2022--12:27pm and on my way to see treasure!

previous log

april 7th is where we left off! that was the day we left for gangneung!! i had to rush home, pack, eat the leftovers of the pizza and chicken T and i had the day before, then head to seoul station for our train! it was a 2 hour bullet train. we left at 6pm and arrived at 8pm.

i expected gangneung to be farmlands, but it was pretty suburban!! however, much like hamilton, the busses only come once an hour. naver maps didn't even provide us info on when the busses would arrive, so we'd have to read the sign on the bus stop.

we had just missed the bus and didn't want to wait an hour, so got a kakao taxi to the hotel. we used kakao taxi a lot, since busses would only come once an hour as i said before, but i think getting a taxi would be cheaper than kakao taxi. nonetheless!! that's how it was ^-^

the ride to the hotel was lovelyyyy,, there was a street full of cherry blossoms and hanging lights :") i know T enjoyed it! (she loves cherry blossoms)

our hotel was right by a beach, gyeongpo beach? it was gorgeous, i truly fell in love ! T had something to do so i had to be out ny myself for an hour after we arrived. i grabbed a matcha latte from a café called aura. i was planning to stay in there because it seemed like it was closing (i was alone and the worker was tucking in all the chairs in a hurry) so i left. it had a very luxurious vibe, though, with marbled floors and classical music and jazz playing.

by the beach, many people were setting off fireworks. it was fun to watch! even though it was 10pm, there was laughter, music, fireworks... i really enjoy the nightlife here !

i sat by the sea and walked closer before walking around on the boardwalk. there were bright lights shining right in the sea so if you were in the sand or by the water, you wouldn't have a hard time at all.

before this, T ate at a place nearby. there was a lot of seafood and she ate seafood bibimbap; she gave it a good review! i didn't even because it was late and i was full, but i later regretted not eating :(

the next day, april 8th, was chaotic. T was in immense pain because of her period, so i went to the dome bakery by myself. the dome bakery is a spot where my favourite drama, racket boys, was filmed! in the drama, it shows up as Dam's Bakery, named after Bang Yoondam, one of the characters. but anyway !! busses to that spot only came once an hour, and i had just missed it at 9am. waiting until 10 would be too late, so i got there using kakao taxi.

[at my photo limit, photos later !]

the taxis were a bit pricier in that region !

i bought a lot from the dome bakery T.T i bought a sausage pastry for T, a hotteok that had red bean and mochi inside, a pecan pie slice, a bun that T said resembled a bao, and a custard bun. the owner was very serious and dry, not responding to me when i greeted him and thanked him. he was very busy setting up for the day, though, and there aren't any foreigners, really, in that area, so i understood.

i walked around the area and honestly, it reminded me of Hamilton but a lot cleaner and nicer, in my opinion. just as Hamilton is a less busy and smaller Toronto, this part of Gangneung seemed like that to me, in comparison to Seoul. there were apartments, a park with cherry blossoms in bloom, a school, ahjummas selling fresh produce on the sidewalks. i got something fron paik's coffee before walking to the bus stop to take the bus back.

T and i checked out and walked around the local beach before trying to find some cherry blossoms. just behind the beach was a big park and path full of them. we walked all the way until the end under the sun, taking photos and maneuvering between bicycles and other people.

exhausted and hungry, we ate at a restaurant we stumbled upon by chance. we had naengmyeon (cold noodles). actually, T ordered them for herself, but i ended up eating it despite saying i wasn't hungry, because she lost her appetite :( she felt really unwell that day...

we then took a look at a pavillion that was next to the restaurant, overlooking the blossom path. it was gorgeous, and apparently the biggest pavillion in korea.

we then went to sacheon middle school, another racket boys filming site. T was in pain so we took another taxi. i remember it was ₩10,000+. the school was kind of in the middle of nowhere but memories of the drama came flooding back and truly, i almost cried. a beautiful magnolia tree was in bloom nearby, too, its petals scattered on the road leading to the school.

next, we bussed to junmujin (?) beach, another racket boys filming site but also where the spring day bus stop is. we bought some grapefruit jelly from an emart24 after getting off the bus, because it was deathly warm and we needed to cool off. i liked it! T didn't, though.

the spring day bus stop was actually far from the racket boys filming lcoation, so we took a taxi to get the bus stop. it was so surreal... other armys were there, too, helping each other take photos ^-^ truly, it was gorgeous!

still with so much time on our hands, but having completed everything we wanted to do, we took another taxi to dome bakery and stayed in a mega coffee nearby, so T could finish up an assignment. then, at 7:30pm, we walked from there to gangneung station. it wasn't far, the weather was lovely, and as always, the moon shined down on us, bright as ever.

that was it for april 8th!

april 9th was astro concert d-day ! but first!! we went to gyeonbokgung palace, which is quite near our place (we just had to take bus 109!). we rented hanbok at a nearby place--mine cost ₩9,000 for a basic mens fit (a lot of people wear clothes of different 'genders' and theres no judgement at all !). it was super hot so we had to leave the palace midway to get a cool drink. i got sikhye (sweet rice drink) and it was so good!

the palace was huge and quite busy, with larger areas but also smaller nooks and crannies. we didn't get to see all of it because we had to dash to see astro, but it was lovely :") definitely will go back!

to see astro, we had to take the purple line, which branches off into two paths. unfortunately, we took the one going down the wrong path and had to get off, take a taxi so we could get there on time. luckily, we made it! it was at the SK handball stadium, and treasure was actually having day 1 of their concert already right when we were there :") just in a different venue--the olympic park has a ton of stadiums where concerts happen !

firstly, let me tell you. the seating chart makes it seem like you're so far in the back, but we were so close. the security guards were right there again, though, so it was hard to film :< i liked our spot, though ! on the upper area but in the first row and right near the stage :D

my robong broke.. i left the batteries in the plastic battery holder, kept the holder separately and it overheated T.T the ver 1 robong didn't even work at the fanmeet anyway.. so maybe it was for the better? although i was quite upset because of it, i still made the most of it!

we were given clappers and a surprise slogan to be held at the end of a fanmade video.

they opened with knock, after a video of them giving us 'safety' instructions, since there was an airplane concept! then, i don't remember the order, but they performed all good, blue flame, waterfall, a new unreleased song, after midnight,,, and that's all i remember wow how sad :") but! if you ask T, i'm sure she'll know. she really loves astro and she had a blast hehe. i'm so happy she got to use her lightstick!!

since it was a fanmeet, they played a lot of games, one of them being wearing the cat ears and trying not to get a reaction while other members provoke the member wearing the ears. i remember Jinjin was asked if he wanted to tell the company anything and he laughed,, his laugh is so gorgeous in person :") it's etched into my memory! i also saw him and MJ cry though, since MJ is enlisting.. he read out a letter he wrote for the members and ahhh it was so emotional...

april 10th was treasure day!! it's the 14th now as i write this update :D

we got to the venue at 1pm and went straight to the merch line. it was super busy but the line moved fast and i managed to get a teu-day lightstick strap! the outside of the venue was super busy btw,, it was nice to see that many teumes :")

we then got our tickets, which came in the form of an ID card type material rather than the normal paper we've been getting, before heading away from the venue to eat. a pasta place we wanted to go to was closed and so many other places were, too (restaurants are often closed from 3-5pm as they go on break). so, we went to a café! i had a sandwich and milk tea (so pricey but pretty good @_@).

we headed back and entered the venue... once again, the seats were so much closer than i expected!! covid restrictions have been eased so there were so more empty seats and the venue was PACKED!

after the concert, i actually rushed here and wrote down some key points because truly, the concert was the best i've ever experienced. it left me speechless :")

Yedam eye contact and jumping--i forget which song it was, but it was a very energetic one. treasure were near us and intently staring at the audience. i knew they couldn't see us, since the light was on them and we were dark save for the lighsticks, but it felt as though Yedam was looking right at me when the beat dropped and we were literally just vibing together. i was dancing in my seat the whole concert!

Hyunsuk had crazy energy and stage presence. he did a lot of ad libs, yelling 'woo!' or 'let's go treasure!'. during his unit performance with Jihoon, he said 'Go Hoonie' before Jihoon's part and i'm pretty sure that has gone viral on twitter.

Haruto and Hyunsuk yelled their raps to prove they were live, and both had insane stage presence

Yedam sobbed when we showed them our slogans during their performance of it's okay. he held it in and broke down when the song ended :(

Jeongwoo cried, too.

Hyunsuk cried a lot and was pouty, saying he'll get made fun of for crying later.

Junkyu did a lot of aegyeo, particularly after be with me.

Yoshi called himself a tomato to introduce himself and was looking so good with the red hair, especially when it was all messy when performing!

all the boys looked lovingly into the crowd, giving both online and offline a lot of attention :") they stared at us so intently,, with big smiles and big waves

Yedam sang a bit of an unreleased song, also wayo live !!!! he was phenomenal

the boys sang the whole trsr discography except slowmotion, my fave :(

mmm rock ver. and darari rock ver.

love scenario and really really units--love scenario performed by Jaehyuk,,, and i forget the other members LOL and really really performed by Haruto and i forget :") i have videos tho !!!

pyrotechnics and fireworks appeared throughout some songs, making it feel like a true concert and honestly turning it into my fav ever

edit (october 16th, 2022) : sometimes, when i'm just living my life in hamilton, i suddenly remember a very vivid memory from korea. tonight, i remembered checking out of the hotel in gangreung and walking towards the cherry blossom trail. we didn't really know where we were going but the weather was nice and we were happy. T was admiring the trees just behind the hotel, taking photos of them. I think we saw a bathtub or shower head on the street and joked about showering right there. why do i remember these random moments... i don't know. but i smile each time i remember.

next log

[shesawriter39049]

|7 DEEP| M| MASTERLIST|

SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF/POLY AU 

AU SUMMARY- Your husband Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in an open relationship with! This is a candid in-depth look at the rollercoaster ride that is your life!

ALSO LOWKEY A RAGS TO RICHES STORY.....

Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Tae, Hoseok, and Jimin, all already work with the OC and Joon, Kookie comes in later one as a new hire...and the possible final piece…

DISCLAIMER: Obv this is a poly so the boys are Bi..but outside of kissing and dirty talk I have not YET ventured into physical MXM….

NOTE- As long as this keeps getting support the initial plan is 7 one-shots, one for each boys. Everyone installment will have smut as well as a overall storyline, one that not only ties into your job, but also the OC’s (AKA YOU) special dynamic with each individual member. The last one-shot (7th) will be the first and maybe only one where smut wise it’s all 7 of them, it will finally address how they all came together, and will be partially a flashback sequence. HOWEVER, there will be bits and pieces of the “Characters” lives and what not sprinkled within the “drabbles” too...so those will also be worth reading especially, as the story developes....or at least reading the summaries! 

Kookie will make appearances throughout, however, he is NOT as involved off rip as the other boys…

ONE-SHOTS SO FAR :

AFTER-HOURS- NAMJOON X OC (Tae comes in at the end) - 

ABOUT- Your husband and business partner find you up way past acceptable work hours for the 3rd night in a row! So, daddy has to step in and remind you that’s not something we do in this household. You come before work, in every sense of the phrase!

OR-You're in desperate need of a 2nd videographer/editor, because Yoongi’s in over his fucking head! So here you are, up at 1 AM scrolling through resumes because your that boss that hates to overwork her employees so she overworks herself!

AKA- “MEET THE KIMS” 

PRETTY PLEASE- TAEHYUNG X OC - ( Joon comes in at the end)

About- Tae fucks you on top of your receptionist's desk before you fire her…

Or- Tae’s feeling a little needy...and somewhat high-key self continuous about you possibly hiring a new production assistant...AKA...Jungkook. It seems as though Mr. Kim takes pride in being the youngest within the office! It seems as though your baby boy just needs a little..reassurance…

JIN & CHOCOLATE- JIN X OC (FT A lil Seok at the end ) - 

(5K SMUT WITH A SIDE OF PLOT! NOT JIN’S INTRO CHAPTER) 

About-You suck Jin off…and brownie batter may or may not be somewhat involved because why the fuck not. Oh, Hoseok comes over to drop off weed…and welll….doesn't exactly leave

Or- His assistants birthday is tomorrow and she’s insisted on him making his infamous “Dizzy Brownies” AKA…pot brownies and Jin being the perfectionist he is, scrapes the first batch. You however, think they’re fine and if he’s not gonna bake with said  batter you’ll find use for some of it…..Then Hosoek stops by to bring the missing ingredient…weed and his dick…

TOUCH ME , TEASE ME- NAMJOON X OC 

(5K, IN COLORATION TO THE EVENTS THAT WILL TAKE PLACE IN “GOT ME LOOSIN’ ALL MY COOL)

About- Namjoon eats you out the minute you walk in the door because well…that’s the kinda husband he is!

Or- Jimin text’s Namjoon to brace him for the mood you’ll more than likely be in after a day full of drama and finally firing the front desk receptionist! Which essentially red for him to make you come hard AF and then feed you….OH, and You guys invite Yoongi over to talk about the Tae and Kookie “Thing”

PRIVATE SHOW- TAE X OC (NEW) 

(5k, Holiday esque one-shot however for the 1st time it does dive into the downside of being in a poly relationship that’s essentially a secret in the publics eye) 

About-Just a casual lunch outing where Tae’s trying to do his job and your trying to get him off under the table with your shoe...nothing new!

OR- Tae and yourself are grabbing lunch at 71 Above, after checking out the last couple of venues for the company's end of the year Holiday party. While at said restaurant, it becomes a humbling reminder that the most important people in your life are essentially a secret...cute!

 UP AND COMING: In no particular order! 

MUTED- YOONGI X OC (SIDE JIN)- HIATUS

Note, this is more of a smut drabble though it will be around 3k...this is NOT Yoongi/Jin’s official “Introduction” if that makes sense….(SNEAK PEEK IS LINKED) 

About-Yoongi goes down on you in the back seat while you’re on a business call….Jin’s driving, lowkey watching..and being a little shit the entire time…

Or- You’re on the phone with a dick of an investor and a second away from losing your shit and calling off the entire deal…however…your boys decide to “distract” you. Give you a little something to keep you at ease so you don’t blow this 6 figure account…

MAKE ME PROUD- JIMIN X OC (ALL THE MEMBERS ARE IN THIS BRIEFLY)

About-  Jimin and yourself take a trip to get a sneak peek at “Filter” before it opens… and Jimin fucks you on top of the bartop…

Or- Jimin’s ready to make his first solo big boy investment….AKA...opening up his own Gay club in WeHo...and the new business venture also reopen’s old wounds about his past. Both good and bad..but at the end of the day he remembers he wouldn’t the version of himself that he’s oh so proud of...without a little someone named “Y/N” 

 “PARTY FAVORS”- YOONGI X OC- 

About- You and Yoongi get a little one on one time while in Amsterdam, IE getting completely stoned, and attending a sex show..hell maybe even joining in on a sex show...shit just get’s wild in the Dam!

OR- You and your boys jet out to Amsterdam for the weekend to celebrate 16 AVN award nominations (AKA THE TONY’S/GRAMMY’S OF PORN) and while high and in a country where nobody knows who you are...(which means Yoongi and yourself are free to do as you please even in public)....Yoongi admits for the first time that sometimes he feels a type of way that HE wasn’t the one that married you considering the two of you were a thing FIRST....

“CHAMPAGNE SHOWERS” - JIN X OC (Side Namjoon)- NEW 

About- Jin says he's coming over to discuss business over brunch, champagne, and a nice Jacuzzi bath…which, of course, leads to more than just talk about “Finances and portfolio expansions” 

OR: Jin’s the eldest, he loves control, he needs control, hints why he’s the finical controller..always has been...even in the domestic sense. Jin’s also shit at feelings he’s used to being the shoulder to cry on not needing the shoulder..he’s not used to feeling vulnerable...so it’s not to easiest for him to admit that he misses being the one you all come home too...misses being “needed”! He’s used to being the one that has his shit together, being the glue that’s held you lot together during your worst times..so this...is completely out of his comfort zone!

“ALL EYES ON ME”  - HOSEOK X OC (FT OT7)-  NEW 

About- Hoseok and yourself have sex in a very questionable place while at the launch party for ‘Spectrum” I.E. your newest business venture...sex toys…your man deserves a little…”Thank you” for all the work he’s put in...including planning this party!

OR- Hoseok’s in over his fuckin head, he’s the one essentially spearheading the launch of “Spectrum” which is obviously his job as the head of Marketing, tactical ETC, however, this is just..different...he’s literally the one steering the boat. He’s good at what he does he knows this, he’s fucking made for it...but...it;s still’ bringing out some old, nasty insecurities...reminding him how he's his own worst critic...a perfectionist to the fault. Reminding them of those days where he never thought he was good enough...and it would absolutely break him if he lets you lot down! 

“GOT ME LOOSIN’ ALL MY COOL) -KOOK X READER | JIMIN X READER (SMUT) FT- YOONGI & TAE

About- Jimin and yourself take Jungkook shopping for a new suit to wear to the “Spectrum” launch party! OH, and Jimin fucks you in the backseat of your truck in the parking garage of the mall…..

OR: You know Kookie still in that “Broke college grad” phase only being with the company barley a month, and you don’t want him to feel self-conscious at the event! You’ve also been too busy to really check in with him to see how he’s adjusting! So, you thought something like this, in a more laxed atmosphere, would be a good solution! Oh and Jimin, honestly he’s just nosey as fuck and inched himself along, like nobody really invited him he invited his damn self! Also Jungook can’t underatand why the fuck your all so damn attractive...like...why!?

AKA-MEET JUNGKOOK JEON

SNEAK PEEK 

***

THE “FINAL” ONE-SHOT,  IS NOT FULLY OUTLINED YET

******

FINAL NOTE-

This series is open to request...for one-shot/ member scenarios/drabbles.

The initial 7 one-shots are done to get the dynamic and I guess you could say “Plot” set in stone...however, once that’s done and in-between I’m open to random scenarios as long as it somewhat coincides with the “Universe”

This is a story that follows normal day to day life in a sense....they just happen to live a very exciting one!

Anything from them going grocery shopping and making dinner...all the way to the OC and one of the boys fooling around on set...as long as it fits the vibe. I’m down!

   *** To clarify as well...publicly ( And in the workplace) the world just knows your married to Namjoon....the whole poly situation is not something blasted on your Wiki...at least not yet....***

(Optional)

***POSTIONS’S WITHIN THE COMPANY*** 

(Obv things are spread out now and they have other employees but they all STILL oversee multiple jobs...It’s a habit now. For so many years they couldn’t afford the help! So, now that they can they’ve just become a little...protective of said job duties..) 

Y/n Kim(26)- CEO/Founder/HR/Storyboard/Content  creator/Directory/Scriptwriter/Talent scout/ALL OF THE ABOVE (Set design, DVD author, 2nd Location manager, etc)   

Namjoon Kim (26)- CEO/ Founder/ Director/ Content analyst/ Lead scriptwriter/ Sr Production manger/ ALL OF THE ABOVE (IT, web design, outreach, etc)

Yoongi Min (27)- Head digital producer/ Program/site Planner/Production manager/Sound engineer/Production scheduler

Taehyung Kim (24)-Executive Assistant/ Content admin/ location manager/Wardrobe assistant/backup talent scout & health liaison

Seokjin Kim (28)- Senior Accountant/ Sales manager/ Financial controller/Logistics/Operations

Jimin Park (25)- Head talent scout/ Model Liaison/ Wardrobe/ Hair & Makeup coordinator/ Onset assistant/Health Liaison

Hoseok Jung (26)- Social media/ Streaming manager/Tactical marketer/ Advertising/event manager/PR

NOW HIRING: FOR A VIDEO EDITOR/IMAGE PROCESSOR/SOUND EDITOR/SECONDARY PHOTOGRAPHER AKA-

 “PRODUCTION COORDINATOR“

....WELCOME TO ONYX!

[aurorawest]

I'd really, really like to hear more of your thoughts about Stephen Strange's character in his own film (and in Ragnarok), vs. his appearances in IW/Endgame. "Doctor Strange" is in my top five fav Marvel movies, but I didn't realize how little thought I'd given to his IW/EG appearances until you mentioned the difference in the character between portrayals. (In hindsight, I think this is because Strange feels a bit ... flatly written in IW/EG?) So I'd love to hear your thoughts on this!

Thanks for asking! You nailed one of my chief problems with his characterization—Strange is flatly written in IW/EG. With the exception of his opening scene with Wong in IW, he’s boring, has little personality, and is just sort of a Generic Superhero. Ben Cumberbatch does his best—that ???? look on his face when Drax says, “I’ll do you one better—what is Gamora?” is one of the funniest parts of IW—but there’s only so much the guy can do when they basically gave him nothing to work with.

This got long and possibly salty, so, more after the break:

IMO, it’s pretty obvious that the Russos and the writers of IW and EG had little interest in Strange. And I get it! Every character is not interesting to every person! That’s why certain characters never show up in my writing, because I don’t care about them. But like, if you sign on to do a big ensemble movie, can you at least like, try to write the characters’ personalities the way they’ve been established? It just seems painfully, painfully obvious that the people making these movies didn’t care enough about Strange to try at all.

I have two really specific problems with the way Strange is written in IW/EG:

1. He tells Stark that if he has to choose between saving Peter and him and stopping Thanos, he’ll choose stopping Thanos and let them die.

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This man is a doctor. We repeatedly see him, prior to IW, doing no harm. In his initial fight with the zealots at the Sanctum in Doctor Strange, he sends one of them through a door in the Rotunda of Gateways, and, of course, uses the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak to trap Kaecilius. And when he does kill one of them, he’s really upset about it and brings up the fact that he took an oath to do no harm. The final fight preceding his battle with Dormammu is more focused on reversing time and saving everyone’s lives than on stopping Kaecilius and his zealots. In fact, he only fights them when they break out of the spell. The whole plan is to reverse time far enough so that they can stop Kaecilius before the Hong Kong Sanctum falls.

Even the way he defeats Dormammu is about the least violent way he can do it—he never tries to attack Dormammu. And yeah, he does make a deal with Dormammu to send Kaecilius and the zealots to the Dark Dimension, which is probably his most ‘violent’ moment in the movie. He still doesn’t get his own hands dirty, haha.

We even see this in Ragnarok. Strange doesn’t hurt Loki. Here’s a guy who has done considerable damage to Earth. Strange has him on a list of threats to the planet. And yet, all he does is trap Loki in a 30 minute fall. Clearly, Loki is totally fine.

He emphasizes over and over that he’s a doctor—this is an important part of him, so important that he won’t let go of it, even though he’ll never practice medicine again. He sees himself as a healer, as someone who fixes people and makes them better. So the fact that he has that line in IW infuriates me. I get that if he has to choose between saving the universe and sacrificing two lives, yeah, he’d probably sacrifice the two lives. But like, where’s the guilt, where’s the regret at having said this? UGH.

I actually really love the choice between saving one life versus saving the universe—I think it’s endlessly interesting. It’s a thread that’s woven throughout Loki’s arc in the MCU, for instance, and it’s well done. But it was poorly done with Strange. I was talking to @mareebird about this and she rightly said that Strange just wasn’t the character for this particular arc in IW. Even his choosing to save one life (Tony’s) is only because he knows that Stark is going to be the one to defeat Thanos in the end ( @mareebird also reminded me of this).

2. It’s hard to avoid the feeling that they made Strange boring and flat because they already had one snarky genius with a beard, and the MCU has always been about Tony Stark.

So, full disclosure...I really dislike Tony Stark. I didn’t used to, and now I do. I fully admit that this second point influenced my dislike of Stark. The more I came to love Stephen, the more it irritated me the way he gets shunted to the side in IW in favor of Stark. It really feels like because Strange is also snarky, sarcastic, super smart, and kind of an asshole, that they felt it would take away from Stark. And because you can’t do that, instead Strange gets turned into this boring, one-dimensional, humorless character. Don’t get me wrong, he gets a few good lines here and there. But in Doctor Strange he makes jokes all the time! He literally says to Wong, “People used to think I was funny,” which tells us that joking around is part of his personality. Even though the situation we see him in in Ragnarok doesn’t give him a lot of opportunity to be funny, he’s still funny there. His reactions to Thor are comedy gold. That’s almost all gone in IW and EG. Remember how I said that with the exception of his opening scene with Wong, his character has little personality? I think it’s pretty telling that he shares almost every scene with Stark after that.

And just a general point of irritation: they made him so powerful in IW that they didn’t know what to do with him in EG. Instead of fighting, he has to hold up a dam for 90% of the final battle. Here’s a hot take: don’t make your characters ridiculously powerful just for the cool factor, because you’re going to have to deal with nerfing them later. I’m not saying this can’t be done well, but this is not a case of it being done well. It’s really transparent what’s going on (Carol falls prey to the exact same thing). Incidentally this is why I despise Loki stans going on about Loki not being powerful enough in the MCU because guess whaaaaaat, really powerful characters get taken out of the action since there’s no drama when you can just...win.

Thanks again for asking! Haha hopefully this didn’t get too salty.