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bigbadbatch · 5 months ago

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In My Mind

Chapter Two-Midnight Rain

Captain Rex x f!JediOC

Exposition/Chapter One (mentions of smut)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. Nipple Play, oral m/receiving. Mentions of hostage/torture/war. Plenty of tension. Let's get this party started.

Listening Rec's - Midnight Rain and So High School by T. Swift

I thought my dreams would get better now that Rex knows about my feelings toward him, but if anything they’re worse.

Much worse.

Nearly every night now I dream of him, of us. My nightmares have all seemed to stop, making more and more room for dreams of Rex. Dream of his lips, and his hands, and the parts of him I've yet to uncover.

It’s time to debrief from our last mission, and it is far too early in the morning for me to be awake after a night full of dreams. “You okay, Keira? You’ve been tired a lot lately.” Ahsoka innocently asks as she drinks a cup of caf and waits for her Master to start the meeting. “I just haven’t been sleeping well.” I admit. At that moment, Skywalker struts in and gives me a look.

“You should be doing your best to get good rest. Don’t let… distractions disrupt the team.”

I glare at him. He had noticed Rex and I spending more time together, and without proof had decided he knew what was going on. Rex and I have been so careful to remain as hidden as we can with our budding affections. A hypocritical judgment had been cast from Anakin onto us, and it irks me. The whole platoon knows of him and Padme, but he thinks Rex and I shouldn’t try to make whatever this is work.

Things really hadn’t changed much between Rex and I since that night at the bar. Sure, we spent more time together, ate our meals together and tried our best to get put on missions together, but really that was all. We had no labels, no expectations. We hadn’t even kissed again since that night. After opening up to him, and after our kiss that night, we both agreed to let things fall naturally- that our friendship came first, always.

As if on cue, in walks Rex, yawning.

“Sorry I’m late.” He grumbles. “Didn’t sleep well.”

Anakin clears his throat and eyes me. “I expect the whole team to be well rested for our next few missions. Tomorrow we leave for Onderon to train a set of rebels on how best to defend the planet. Once that’s covered we have to make way to Naboo for a bit of politics and education for our big mission on Chandrila in two weeks. Master Kenobi and I will be making a few decisions on who is best for the Chandrila mission so stay tuned. It’s going to require poise, stealth and focus, which I know we have very little of in all of the 501st.”

The meeting drags on, and as Rex and I keep catching each other’s eyes, I grow more and more ready for this meeting to end, and for us to be together. Rex was joining me for my daily meditation today. He has been asking for awhile to join me, but I’ve always brushed him off. It was already hard enough to focus during meditation without him there, but he seemed so interested, I finally gave in.

As soon as Anakin finishes up, Rex nods to me and steps out into the hall. I make my way to my bunk, the most secluded and quiet place in the barracks, and clear the floor for our meditation session. I’m sitting cross legged on the floor, beginning my deep breathing practice when Rex knocks on the door. I open it with the Force and see him enter, helmet under his arm, one hand behind his back. I perk up at the sight of that.

“Did you bring me a surprise, Rexy?”

He chuckles and brings out his arm, a brown paper bag in his fist. “Your favorite naroissants from the bakery downtown. Snagged them this morning. I figured meditation might work up our appetites.”

I laugh and hop up, taking the bag from his hand, our fingers brushing and sending electric currents up my arm. “Thank you, you’re too good to me.” I say softly, and he smiles at me. I set the snacks down on my dresser and turn to face him, hands on my hips. “Alright.” I say. “You have to be able to sit down comfortably in a cross legged position for awhile. Can you do that in armor?”

He laughs and sets down his helmet next to our bag of snacks. “Why mesh’la, trying to get me down to my skivvies already?”

I blush and start to stutter when he chimes in. “I’m just messing with you. I’m wearing my blacks, so I’ll be well covered. That okay?”

I nod and turn to let him strip his armor. I resume my seated position and begin to take deep breaths once more. He slips into a seated position across from me. His blacks are basically tight under-armor sweats, clinging to him. I do my best not to stare at the way his broad chest rises and falls with his breath.

“Okay.” I say, clearing my throat. “You sure you want to do this? Meditation can be boring for someone who’s never done it before.”

He smiles gently at me and nods. “I want to know what it’s like for you. I want to know more about you and your Jedi customs that I hear so much about.”

I grin and guide him through the first few steps- how to best position yourself, how to ground yourself, how to breathe. Then, together, we begin.

Our breaths are even, slow. The room is quiet, and seems to breathe with us. Focus. I tell myself. Forget he’s there. Forget his body is so close to yours. Forget the feeling of him close to you, kissing you all those nights ago. I slightly shake my head. This isn’t working.

If I can’t forget about him being in this room, I need to use him as a focus tool. I clear my mind again and this time I reach out with the Force. The world around me is dark behind my closed eyes, but I can see the glimmering outlines of my room with the vibrations of the Force around me. I look inward first.

I appear as a tumultuous storm. Freezing rain and moonlight take up the space my body should in my mind’s eye. It makes sense. I’ve appeared this way since Rankill, since joining the 501st. There’s something calming to me about the chaos of my Force signature.

Then I reach out to Rex. My breath halts.

Springtime on Naboo. The sunshine of Tatooine, bright and brilliant. He is warm and bright and comforting, the Force radiating from within him.

What a pair we make. I bask in his glow, and sigh in my meditative state, relaxing for once. The storm of midnight rain within me slows to a moonlit mist, and for the first time in months, I feel a sense of peace that I haven’t been able to achieve alone. Slowly I open my eyes. Rex sits across from me, and even without the aid of the Force, he still seems to glow for me.

He is fidgeting, and doing his very best to stay still and focus, but I can tell it’s futile for him. I feel lead by magnetism towards him, and on all fours I crawl across to him and sit in front of him on my knees. “Rex.” I whisper. His eyes fly open. “Do you want to see what I see, when I meditate?” He nods. Sitting in the same position as him, knees touching, I take his hands. We both close our eyes again. This time, when I reach out to the Force, I encompass Rex in my mind’s eye, sharing my sight with him, an old trick my Master used to do when training me. Rex sucks in a breath and trembles. “Woah.” Is all he can manage.

“Don’t forget to breathe.” I whisper, knowing how intense it can be seeing through the Force for the first time. I show him the room, and then turn him to himself.

“That’s you.” I whisper. “In the force. Bright sunlight.” His hands shake in mine.

“I look like that? Does everyone?” He asks.

“No.” I respond. “Everyone looks different, we are all individuals in the Force.”

He squeezes my hands once, twice. “Can I see you, mesh’la?”

I pause, then show him. He has tried so hard recently to be patient with me and udnerstand me and my hesitations about our attraction to one another. The least I can do is show him this side of me, the truest form of me. The silence when I show him is permeating.

My storm picks up, wind and rain and hail against the night. “Wow.” He breathes. I open my eyes and drop his hands, not knowing whether to feel shy or embarrassed. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me in a new way. There’s quiet. Then he whispers, so softly, gazing at me. “You’re so beautiful.” I blush and look down. Then he’s on his knees, closing the distance between us. His hand reaches up to my face and brings my mouth to his. His kiss is soft and gentle at first, a lighter repeat of our tryst at the bar. His hand cups my face and pulls me deeper into the kiss. I'm drunk on the smell of him, and the flutter in my stomach returns with full force. He wraps his other arm around my back, and pulls me into his lap and I impulsively wrap my legs around him.

This is the most intense our connection has ever been, and I’m losing sight of my inhibitions. This is what I’ve been wanting. I was no stranger to quick rounds of lust and achieving what I and my partner for the night needed. My guilt and fear and anxiety are silenced by the memory of his sunshine and warmth. I wrap my arms around his neck, needing to be somehow closer. My arms and legs wrapped around him, he gathers his feet under him and stands, carrying me with him. He walks the few feet to my bed and sets me gently on it.

“Is this okay?” He asks breathless and I nod, kissing him a bit more feverishly in our new environment. I lay back and pull him over me, and he braces himself above me with one arm, the other hand on my ribs as he kisses me deeply. His lips leave mine and make a trail down my jaw to my neck, where his kisses feel like fire beneath my skin, my pulse racing. He brings his lips back to mine and I nip at his bottom lip. I’ve lost all sense of time and space. All there is, is Rex and me. His left hand is under my shirt now, and edging up towards my bra, so painfully slowly. He pulls from me.

“Mesh’la.” he breathes. “How far do you want this to go?”

My mind is too aflame to know where to draw a line. “I’ll let you know, is that okay?” I ask, nervous.

“Ofcourse.” He whispers, kissing me again and saying “Your wish is my command. You call the shots, remember?”

I nod and pull him back to me. Slowly, eyes on mine the whole time, his hand slips under my bra and cups my breast. He is so warm, and his rough hand sends my sensitive skin prickling under his touch. “So far, so good?” He asks and I nod. I kiss him and I gasp when he ever so lightly pinches my nipple, biting his bottom lip hard in response. I sit up, and I reach for my shirt, crossing it over my head, unhooking my bra, tossing both to the side. It’s funny, I have never been shy- certainly not with any of my flings. But Rex? I’ve never wanted someone to want me in the way I want him to.

He stares at my revelation, eyes dark and hungry. He pulls his own shirt off and pulls me to him, kissing and nibbling at my collarbone. He kisses down my sternum, just between my breasts my nipples hard in the coolness of my room. He lowers his mouth to a breast, his warm breath raising goose bumps on the skin. He flicks his eyes up to me in question, I put a hand to his face in response, thumb brushing his cheekbone reassuringly. His lips are soft as they wrap around my nipple, and he sucks me in lightly. I throw my head back. My other breast is kneaded in the grip of his hand. Then- a banging at the door.

Rex gently bites my nipple in response to the sudden noise, and I clamp my hand over my mouth to avoid moaning out loud.

“Rex I know you’re in there, you’re needed in the Mess, fight broke out between some troops. Step to it.” Fives yells and bangs on the door again as he leaves. Rex removes himself from my breasts.

“Poor timing, as usual with Fives.” He says, and with both hands on each side of my head pulls me into a deep kiss then stands, putting on his shirt. I stay seated on the bed, as if in shock.

I was not expecting this to happen.

Rex slips his armor back on, and brings me the bag of goodies he had snatched for me. “I told you we might work up an appetite.” He laughs, and leans in to kiss me one last time, long and deep, before putting on his helmet. “I hope to continue this soon, mesh’la.” Then he’s gone.

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Onderon is humid and hot, the jungle habitat teeming with life and strife. Separatists had taken over the planet, and under Master Skywalker’s command a small team of he, Master Kenobi, Rex, Ahsoka, and myself had been dispatched to teach a group of rebels how to defend themselves and hopefully secure their planet once more. Our goal was to get the rebel band ready enough to take back their capitol city of Iziz. We had already succeeded in our first impromptu battle against a few droids that had ransacked the encampment. The rebels were strong and tough and led by the Gerrera's, which meant luck was on their side. Tomorrow we would strike the city, and take out as many droid depots as we could.

Since the attack on the camp earlier, each of the Jedi has taken a shift to be on guard. I’m on shift, and the humid jungle night has me sweating. I’m alone out here, in the dark, with everyone else trying their best to rest for the day ahead. I peel off my tunic, the breeze hitting the bare skin of my stomach and neck and bringing me some much needed relief. My combat bra clings to me as I fan myself. Ahsoka would be relieving me soon. As if she could hear me, she comes out of her tent yawning, back in her bandeau to beat the heat. I wish her a good night as I go to my tent, eager for a few hours of sleep before a big day. I pause at the entrance to my tent.

Had I not closed this opening when I left?

Drawing my saber, I ignite, the cool blue glow illuminating the outside of the tent.

“Easy!” Whispers Rex harshly. “It’s just me. I was dropping off some water and gear for you. I didn’t think your shift ended so…” he stops short when he sees me.

My legs are long and bare beneath my rolled up combat leggings, and my bra hides only what was necessary. Where my usual first instinct would be to cover up, with Rex I heat up instead.

“Too hot for clothes?” He whispers, smirking.

I'm suddenly struck with a deliciously mean idea. “You tell me.” I say as I push past him and into my tent, disarming my saber. Only the moonlight dimly lights the inside of my tent now, as Rex stands at the entrance, enraptured. Slowly, my back to him, I unhook my bra and slip it off of me. I can sense him stiffen behind me in more ways than one. I ceremoniously roll down my leggings until I’m bare, my backside silhouetted for him in the night. I toss on a light, breathable tunic, and I turn back to face him, his mouth ajar.

“Much cooler now, Captain.” I say and even in the darkness I see his blush. I walk to him and give him a swift kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight.” I whisper in his ear. Before I can close the tent opening he gently grabs my chin and directs me back to him, to his lips, and kisses me hungrily. “G’night” he growls, and closes my tent for me, stomping off.

—-

The rebellion has gone anything but according to plan. Saw Gerrera and I sit locked in a room in the city of Iziz, a droid interrogating and torturing us intermittently. The deposed President is set to be executed later today and I am running out of time to find a way to get us out of here.

As impulsive and violent Saw has proven to be, I am in awe of his ability to withhold under torture. I was trained by the Jedi to be a mental fortress, to find peace in the Force when in pain. Saw seems to feed off of the pain, letting it fuel his anger. We sit in this desolate room, shackled when not in the Electroholder, for two days.

Suddenly, the man who has previously been in charge of keeping us here walks in, a gun to his back.

“Easy now. Unlock the restraints and step to the wall.” A familiar voice calls.

“Rex!” I say as the shackles fall away and I’m running to his arms. One arm holding the blaster, the other holds me tight. He briefly presses his helmet to my temple. “Gave me quite a scare mesh’la. Time to get out of here.”

Saw charges past, and Rex and I follow into the fray. Ahsoka has just saved the rightful President, and the city is in chaos. I hear chatter in Rex’s comm. “Affirmative General, hostages rescued. Headed to the ship now, gonna need medical when we hit Coruscant.” Only when he mentions medical do I realize just how sore my body is, how tired I am. “Did we do it?” I ask, leaning into him for stability as we make our way to the cruiser.

“Yes, Cyare, we did it. The city is free and it’s time to get you home.”

At that he scoops me up before my legs can collapse, the adrenaline wearing off, and spirits me away to safety.

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I wake up in my own bed, feeling alive and pain free. The bacta they had given me in medical had cured my lacerations and bruises, and all that was left of my time in Onderan was a sense of relief. I look around my dark room. It must be the middle of the night. I spot a note in my bedside table and reach to open it.

Keira, I tried to wait for you to wake up, but I started to draw attention hanging around your door too much. If you wake up and need me, come get me.

Yours,

Rex

Did I need him? I don’t know. But I definitely wanted him. He had broken me free, and I felt the sight of him bursting into that room, gun drawn, the moment we stood head to head, had done something to me. Perhaps I dreamed in my bacta-induced sleep the type of dreams I had come to relish.

Regardless, I wanted to thank Rex, for his help.

I tiptoe down the corridors of the 501st’s barracks to just outside the Captain’s quarters. I lightly knock and hear a stirring inside, feet hitting the cold floor of the room and striding to the door. It slides open with a soft whoosh.

When I see what stands before me, my mind is made up.

Rex stands, shirtless and in only a pair of tight regulation boxers, running a hand through his short hair. “This better be good, brothe….” He falls short when he realizes I’m not a clone here to interrupt his rest, and a blush creeps up his face.

“Mind if I come in?” I ask and he steps to the side, offering the open door to me. The door closes behind me and I turn to face him.

“I didn’t want to wake you but I needed to see you.” I say quietly.

He reaches for me and holds me at arm's length, scanning me. “Everything okay? Are you okay? How are you feeling?” His hands are warm, and I take one in my hands and bring the palm up to my lips, kissing it.

“I’m feeling good.” I bring up his other hand and kiss it’s palm too.

“Really good. I wanted to thank you for your daring rescue.” I reach up and kiss him lightly on the lips. “Will you let me thank you, Rex?”

He looks me deep in the eyes and sees the intention there.

“Fuck yes.” He murmurs and kisses me, hard.

His hands in my hair, he pushes me lightly against the wall. One hand to the back of his neck and I kiss and nibble the other side of it. I slide my free hand down his chest, past the muscles of his abdomen, until my palm rests on the firm, large bulge in his boxers.

“Oh kriff.” He sighs as I give a small squeeze and bite his bare shoulder. Eye locking, I slide down the wall and his body, coming to my knees before him.

Maintaining eye contact, I kiss him through the constraint of his boxers, and hook my fingers into the band. Pulling them down, he springs free and I am left breathless in anticipation. Having had prior experience with Fives, I can now confirm that the clones aren’t identical in every way. The blond, trimmed hair trailing from the base of him up his abdomen was new, for one. The length and girth of him, another. Astonished, I fist my hand around him, and look up grinning. He rubs a hand over his face, unsure if he is dreaming.

Flattening my tongue I lick up his shaft, eliciting a gasp.

“Thank you...” I say, then lick up him again, leaving him shuddering.

“For saving…” I trail kisses down his veins.

“Me.”

With this, I take the head of him into my mouth and suck lightly. He moans, and it is a beautiful sound that sends shivers up my spine. “Mesh’la.” He groans, and brings a hand to knot in my hair.

I slowly work my way down him, my throat adjusting to his considerable size. I reach my limit and gag slightly, and look up at him in embarrassment only for his hips to stutter and have him say my name like a prayer. I pull off of him. “You like that, Rex? Like when I gag on your cock?”

“Maker, yes, Keira.” He breathes, and I take him as deeply as I can again, bottoming out again and still not taking the whole of him. I’m needy- I’ve needed him for so long. He shudders again, and now both of his hands are in my hair.

“Mesh’la, this is much more of a thanks than I deserve, you’re doing so well, taking it so well.” He growls.

At this encouragement my core throbs and my stomach flutters. Using my hand to make up for the bit of him my mouth can’t handle, I start to suck harder, take him faster and as deep as I can, gagging every time I go too far. With every bob of my head I feel him flex and tense. “Baby.” He whispers.

He’s never called me that, and I’m almost caught off guard, but I don’t let my tempo falter. Using my hand and the thick strings of spit connecting me to him, I begin to pump him, as my mouth kisses the place between his shaft and the heavy, hanging part of him that begins to tighten.

“Gonna come, cyarika.” He moans and I look up at him.

“Where do you want to come? I’m all yours.” I ask. “My face? My throat?”

He nods at this, and I take him back into my mouth, quick, deep sucking strokes until I feel that first hot rope of cum, then I take him as far back into my throat as I can, gagging around him, drinking in his release. His breath is ragged and the sound that tears from his throat is guttural. His hands tighten in my hair, but he doesn’t push me down further onto him, knowing I can’t take anymore.

When I feel his body start to relax, I back off of him, and with a healthy dose of eye contact, wipe my lips with the back of my hand. His eyes are glazed, but I swear I can see stars in them as he winds his arms under mine and picks me up off my knees. His lips meet mine, hungrily. “My turn.” He growls. I shake my head and give him a quick peck then lean to whisper in his ear. “This was my thank you for saving me, remember?” I nip at his earlobe and push off of him, heading for the door.

“Sweet dreams, Rexy.” I call quietly, as I slip out of his room and into the dark corridor, a smile on my face, heart racing. The door closes behind me and I let loose the breath I had been holding and head back to my room for what will surely be a night full of the best/worst kind of dreams.

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atonalginger · 4 months ago

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Sunday Snippet

the lovely @therealgchu reminded me it is Sunday and thus a snippet day! thank you <3

I've been spinning a lot of plates lately and getting a touch fatigued by it. It's a curse of my own making, I knew going through with putting the newest two plates up on the sticks would lead to this and did it anyway.

we've got Through Plasma and Flames, Lyssa Shrike and her antics, A Wild West Birthday with the Liberated crew, Doc and the gang, and whatever we want to call Varala's business. and other, smaller projects I haven't shared...

It's alright. I'll find my groove again. Find the order or priority again.

Today though I do have a fresh, hot off the keyboard snippet. It's from the next Libertatia story and below the cut

“Second order of business,” Bella reached over and rubbed Del’s arm,

“Sophie has asked for a wild west themed party for her birthday. And because of one of her distance learning classmate’s recent birthday party she’s got some big ideas.”

“Like?” Becker raised an eyebrow.

Bella let out a breathy laugh, “Sophie would like a party where we have a little town set up for games and activities and everyone wears period accurate costumes. She’s got it all thought out with Bog running the mock saloon slinging Boom!Pops and snacks and various crew running activities and games.”

“A whole town?” Becker looked more confused, their brows furrowed and nose wrinkling up as they thought.

“The facade of a town,” Jay laid a patient hand on her friend’s shoulder, “I remember the party that sparked this idea, the kid’s family had a tiny kingdom facade set up with a mock tavern and all the bells and whistles.”

“That’s the one,” Bella looked to Jay, “but unlike that little girl’s party where everyone was in loose approximations of fantasy costumes, Sophie wants accurate costumes for everyone helping run the party. Originally she said she wanted everyone in period accurate costumes but I was able to get through to her that that was quite a big ask for all her friends and classmates and their parents to find appropriate costumes.”

The idea sounded fun to Rokov. It sounded like something he would have loved to have had growing up. It also made sense with how excited Sophie always was to snuggle up next to her Pa and watch the old Earth films and shows he and Del had collected over the last year.

“Well the party town is doable,” Del glanced over to Rokov, who nodded in agreement, “the property is more than big enough. I know Bog will jump at the idea, as will Jazz and her team.”

“When you say she wants them accurate, what do you mean?” Jay asked.

“She wants the costumes to look like the the outfits seen in those old westerns she’s been watching with her dads.”

A smile slowly appeared on the good doctor’s face as she looked back at Bella, “how many costumes? Who all is she expecting to be dress up?”

“The family, sans Rafa. Thankfully she said he’s too young to be a cast member. After that its anyone considered working the party. By my estimate that could be fifteen and twenty outfits. Another saving grace is she doesn’t want everyone to look like, and these are her words, main characters.”

Sam laughed into his glass just as he was about to take a drink, carefully sitting it down as he continued smiling, “so we’re all farm hands?”

“Actually the Coes are expected to look high society,” Bella winked at him, “and The Delgados are the founding family of the town.”

“But some of them will be fine in jeans and a flannel,” Jay rubbed Sam’s shoulder as he sat back feigning disappointment at the idea, “some suspenders and a bandana along with an appropriate hat all that would be needed to finish the look.”

“Yup,” Bella said, “and she also said not every girl needs to be in a skirt. She knows some, like Jazz and Cora, will chafe at the notion. Her only big insistence is that everyone needs something pink. A necktie, ribbon, bandana, something on their outfit needs to be pink. And a specific shade,” Bella sighed as she rubbed her temple, “same color as that little dress for her stuffed ashta.”

“Lil’ miss Sophie wouldn’t happen to have any ideas for her costume, would she?” Jay asked, “or any super specific ideas for anyone else?”

“She’s happy to let everyone dress themselves,” Bella looked nervous, “she does have an idea for her own. I haven’t given her the thumbs up because I don’t have the faintest clue how to pull this off and I didn’t want to just assume that you’d be available to help.”

“Are you kidding?” Jay looked back at her with a growing giddiness, “might take a little time to find materials but I know just who to call to get things moving. You’ll need to get a headcount first and roles set so we can go over potential outfits and then I can get the ball rolling.”

“Just like that?” Delgado asked as he snapped his fingers.

“Do you have any idea how often I get to flex my Ph.D outside of a lecture hall?” Jay laughed, “you’re damn right I’m going to help make costumes for my niece’s birthday. Are you up to wearing a old three piece fitted suit.”

“For Sophie? Sure,” Delgado smirked, “bigger question is whether her classmates and little friend’s parents are going to be willing to come out to the homestead. We might have been cleared but we’re still known.”

“Sophie wants Fox and Becker there as lawmen for the town,” Bella said, “I think having two rangers present, even off-duty, will put their minds at ease.”

“And even if not many show, we can still make it a fun day for our princess,” Rokov added as he rubbed Rafa’s back, “plus I bet we can have a bit of fun with our fake town once the princess goes to bed.”

“Old west poker tournament?” Becker pondered aloud while glancing around the room.

“Maybe not a tournament,” Rokov shrugged lightly, “but Bog could switch from Boom!Pops to beer and we could all let loose a little.”

“We can ask around tomorrow,” Delgado took Bella’s hand and kissed her knuckles, “why do you look nervous still, Azúcar?”

“It’s a lot to ask on top of everything we’re doing,” she said quietly.

“It’s a fun ask,” Jay assured her, “and you knew I’d say yes. So what’s the problem?”

“A party like this is going to draw attention,” Bella paused, studying Del’s face before turning to look at her old friend, “after everything that happened a few months ago I don’t know that we want that.”

“They wouldn’t dare,” Del said softly.

“He’s right,” Sam added, “last few months have been damage control for that house in Akila City. Jacob has loved sharing all the petty little drama swirling through Core circles.”

“Yet they are still free and clear,” Bella pointed out, “I don’t see either of them being temperate now.”

“Don’t worry about them,” Del urged, “let’s focus on having some fun.”

#atonalginger writes #starfield fanfiction #the coemancer crew #sam coe #starfield Delgado #Evgeny Rokov #Crimson Fleet AU #snippet Sunday

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popculturebuffet · 1 year ago

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Mutant Month: The 2021 Hellfire Gala: The X-Men Conquer Mars: Comissioned by WeirdKev27

Hello all you happy mutants and welcome to our big finale to Mutant Month! Over this month we've taken a look at the X-Men's first apperance in animation, one of their greatest stories ever and the debut of one of the greatest x-men period, so it's only fit to end this monumental mutanty month with some fireworks: We're taking a look at the first annual Hellfire Gala, aka one of the x-men stories I brought up the most for some time: that time the x-men colonized mars, now known as planet Arakko.

For those of you who like Kev, who comissioned this, stopped for a second from scrolling and went

Allow me to present you with the grand tale of how Mutantkind terraformed an entire planet as a one two punch of solving a massive looming diplomatic crisis... and using it as the big main event of their version of the met gala. Your invitation is on the table, so take it with me, get your flowers pinned on so you can go through the gate, and join the party under the cut. Afterparty on Arakko bitches.

Well, How Did We Get Here?

So to get to the Hellfire Gala I have to get into the krakoan era of x-men, an era tha'ts reaching it's twilight but is still ongoing and has been one of my favorites in comics.

This era of X-History comes after a fairly bleak time in x-men comics: See in the mid 2010's, Marvel tried outright dismantling the x-men. Since the MCU didn't have the rights to them, Marvel was trying hard to not give Fox any more ammo, forgetting they still got mech money out of the x-men existing. They also just outright canceled fantastic four. Because who needs the founding family of the marvel universe if we can't merch the hell out of them amirite?

So despite the X-Men having JUST WARDED OFF EXTINCTION a few years ago, post secret wars they decided to push the Inhumans , anothe rgroup of superpowered beings they'd already set up clevery and uniquely as their own thing last era without stepping on the x-men's toes, as the new x-men and to shoe out the old.

What followed.. is one of the dumbest things i've seen in all of comics. So to push the Inhumans.. they decided the best way was to make the cloud of terrigen mist that created new inhumans... TOXIC TO MUTANTS. So that the Inhumans were casually allowing a toxic murder cloud to kill tons of people.. just to keep more of them existing.

I.. cannot find the words for how tonedeaf, short sighted and just plain moronic this was. You can't just.. kill one group to make another group popular. Queen didn't consume the beating hearts of all four beetles to become awesome. They just were. And the inhumans books.. were GOOD. Charles Soule was doing an utterly fantastic job on them and continued to for the entire run. You didn't need this shit. Instead it sunk the inhumans so that the followup, Royal, by one of my favorite writers in all of comics Al Ewing, got cut short and the inhumans were then mostly killed and those left put into exile. Except Lockjaw. Everyone loves a giant teleporting dog monster. He could stay.

Afterwords while Disney didn't have the rights back YET, Marvel realized they couldn't just magically flimflam fans and tried a half hearted attempt at boosting the x-men: They returned to sorta prominence.. but the new runs weren't given a huge push in the marvel universe as whole. We got the underrated classics X-Men Blue and Iceman, the former finishing up Cullen Bunn's awesome magneto trilogy and the latter redefining Bobby now he was an out and proud gay man, but the other flagship book at the time, yes there were two, x-men gold had a great status quo (Kitty Pryde as Xavier's School headmistress and x-men leader, and the institute now being located in central park), but was given to Mark Guggenhiem instead of a more compitent hand, resulting in a series long rehash of better stories... and one actually GOOD story mixed in.

It was clear while Marvel was willing to use the x-men again, they needed to actually use their whole ass. Enter Jonathan Hickman. For those not familiar with him

Jonathan Hickman is one of the best writer's in comics, and has had storied runs on all three of Marvel's biggest teams, all having a major impact and all really dang good, with a knack for longterm plotting, high sci fi concepts and quotable as hell lines and arc phrases. Hickman left marvel after Secret Wars 2015, his grand finale to his avengers run and intended as an end to his time at marvel so he could move on to new horizons, planning to give the compettition a ring. And while sadly that meant we didn't get what would've been likely THE definitive teen titans run, though i'm sure we'll get it some day as DC would be nuts not to let him do it, Marvel simply had an offer too tempting for him to pass up: Run the X-Men.

Something I never knew before his interviews for this era.. is that while Jonathan Hickman liked marvel... he never really read most of their comics before his runs. When he did Fantastic Four and Avengers, he studied heavily. Granted it shows how good a writer he is that it dosen't show and he clearly gained an apprceation for both. It's also a NEEDED reminder for comic book writers: YOU CAN JUST RESEARCH SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW. I know it sounds obvious but plenty of writers , Brian Micheal Bendis in paticular, don't seem to understand that.

For X-Men though, they were his intro into comics, the books he picked up as a kid. The playset he always wanted but during his first run at marvel the timing just never synched up. So Hickman gathered a crack team of writers and took an approach I feel most lines in comics should follow: he set up a writer's room, allowing the writers of all the books to bounce ideas off each other, which made the books better, and approach that's stuck even after he left and will hopefully.

The results of all this hard work? House of X and Powers of X, a set of two interconnected mini series that serve as essentially one big mini series setting up a brave new world for mutantkind. Hickman used the various attempted genocides on the x-men as a backdrop, including the m-pox, and another one that took place in the crappy uncanny x-men run between series that i'll no doubt have inflicted on me one day. And more importantly the fact that Mankind and most other heroes had done the bare minimum to help if that.

So the X-Men decided to once again start their own country. Except unlike previous attempts, they made an effort to become a global power, to play the game of nations. In this case they created plants that helped stave off diseases like althimerz, and leveraged them in exchange for acceptance a nation. Xavier had given up on his dream and instead had a new one: suing for peace.

If that sounds divisive.. that was the intent. That you get why the x-men are doing this, but also see that this has a real danger of them loosing their way and making shadier decisions... not helped by them offering amnesty to ALL mutants including past foes. Exploring the complexities of this is what makes this era so fantastic: the x-men are hoarding world changing advancments.. but after the world spat on them for so long while good men did nothing half the time, you can't blame them. As Cyclops expertly puts it in the first issue.

And yet many have issues with how dogmatic the ruling body of Krakoa, the quiet council is being, the shady decisions, the backdoor deals. It's a mixed blessing: Mutankind has home, saftey, wants for nothing.. but is the price tag worth it?

They also have one other thing, a secret to the world at this point: Resurrection. For years, in part thanks to seeming non mutant ally revealed to be secret mutant Moria Mactaggert, long story, and her longgame planning, Xavier had worked out a plan to cure death. It was both a way to raise the stakes.. and to just as importantly undo a LOT of crappy shock deaths for mutantkind, to bring back characters who'd been dead for DECADES and no one simply had gotten around to them. Death was over, mutantkind was truly immortal.

The process is also unique, using the five, five mutants working in concert, turning the non viable eggs made by goldballs, now dubbing himself egg, into viable clone bodies using a combination of reality warping from former foe proteus, life giving powers from elixer to make them viable, time from tempus to speed them up, and the boosting powers of Hope, the mutant messiah, to make this all possible.

So as a result, any mutant come back, mutants now had freedom and fancy organic warp gates, and a homeland on Krakoa, a mutant who as once an island that walked like a man but was now the benevloent home of all mutantkind.

So your probably wondering how all this somehow esclated FURTHER. Well that's a lot as the Hellfire Gala is the result of a few ongoing story beats all rolled together in a delicous tortilla.

The first is the gala itself. The Hellfire Club was normally the x-men's foes, a group of rich assholes who used their secret society to try and conquer the world through BUISNESSS! and other persuits. And also often wore bondage gear because Chris Claremont is not shy about his fetishes.

For Krakoa though, they became the Hellfire Trading Company. Emma Frost, teacher, x-man and 100% that bitch, had built up a huge fortune again during the meantime and was convinced by Magneto and Xavier to invest it in the children. It's a consitent thing: While Emma can be cold, has a sarcastic tounge bar none, she's always cared about the future of their species and always been protective of young mutants.

So Emma , in addition to a seat of the table, runs the BUISNESS side of things, and thus the inner circle of the hellfire trading company became the large shipping end for mutantkind. They buy the drugs, they light the fire, they are Humankind's main suplier. While other parts of krakoa focus on the growing of the life saving drugs, Emma's the one who markets and ships it, with two others to help: Kitty Pryde, her former enemy turned close friend who as head of the Marauders, lead a pirate crew of x-men to save mutants trapped in countries who didn't go for Krakoa's deal and do drug shipments, while Sebastian Shaw, king of the assholes and enemy of emmas, was given the job of smuggling. He also tried to Kill kitty suprising no one. And Emma and Kitty responded by beating the piss out of him and leaving him in a wheelchair for a while, suprising even less.

Emma being her usual extra self, decided the best way to show off their power as a nation, their wealth and what they could offer.. was a giant ass party with friend and foe alike invited. So threaded throughout the first year and a half of the marauders was Emma's plans for the Gala, with her having Magneto buy an island to host it on. It's such a character rich thing: buying a whole ass island to throw a giant party that's one part diplomatic work and one part "go fuck yourself racist assholes". It's Emma Frost.

The second part leading to all of this was a myth arc that spread through the first year of the comic. One of Mutantkind's most dreaded foes, Apocalypse.. willingly joined them and was given a sympathetic backstory: turns out his "survivial of the fittiest schtick" was because his wife had to send Krakoa's other half, Arrako, into the gates of hell to save the world, taking their children, his original four horseman, because of course Apocalypse has four horseman have you seen the man? He's not subtle.

So he inacted a plan to bring Arrako back, leading to the event X of Swords, where Arrako, taken by the demons they were fighting the amenth, planned to invade earth. Thankfully they pissed off Saturynyne, omniversal magistreix and registered asshole who turned it into a tournament arc: ten swordsman from each side, winner takes all.

Naturally this contest ran by a manevloent schemer from beyond dimensions and against demons had consequences: one of the mutants on our side, Gorgon, died, Doug Ramsey got married, and yes that was indeed a match, and storm killed the embodiment of death. Normal x-men stuff. I really don't have time to go over it all as it's 22 issues long. Not hyperbole. It's a decent if entirely bloated event.

The climax is what's important: the rules got broke, and while Xavier and Magneto's plan was to do nothing and hope it works out, sacrifcing the mutants they had trapped there, Cyclops and Jean grey said

Especially since their son Cable, a cool teen at the time, was in danger. So Cyclops gathered every mutant he could... aka PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE ON KRAKOA NOT ON THE QUIET COUNCIL to storm the gates, leading to an epic battle, and the freeing of Apocalpyse's wife genisis and his remaning kids. Apocalypse decided to have a family road trip across amenth as part of the deal, but in trade the x-men got Arakko back.

The problem was.. Arakko had just spent the last centuries fighting demons and living to eat, murder and conquest. So while Krakoa doubling size was a good thing on paper, as was the new mutants added, in practice it set off a massive political powder keg, with the Arakko mutants gleefully ransacking nearbye areas and refusing to not conquer. While the x-men were fine to inheret the earth once humanity burned itself out, the Arakko didn't want to wait. They needed somewhere to go.

So that dear friends and readers brings us to the gala itself a massive crossover event.. but a unique one. Every issue of every x-book intersected wtih the party of the summer, but only the four we're covering today were the big takeaway points. It was a fun crossover too, a way for all the books to intersect, while leaving the core trim enough to let someone just wanting the big takeaways to only have to pick up 4 books that month. I MIGHT do the rest another day but honestly besides saving kev a lot of money.. it just made more sense to just do the core storyline, to do the part you all came here for, and maybe do the other issues some other day. Thankfully future gala's are much smaller for next year and beyond.

So let's mosey on over shall we as the festivties begin.

Mauraders #24: The party kicks off naturally with Mauraders, the Hellfirecentric book. We open with Kitty, Sebastian and Emma all awaiting the guests. Emma is wearing one of three outfits she has for the night and all of mutantkind is wearing their finest.

Okay Kitty's wearing her finest, emma just has a giant cur cape with an x cut out, because her brand and what not, and a giant head piece that says NOTICE HOW RICH I AM, and Sebstian Shaw is dressed as some sort of war grandpa, wearing a suit LESS fancy than what he usually wears, but weirldy bedecked in tassles, with a fur cape and supervillian eyepatch. I mean the last part's on brand for him but all together it's just fucking weird even by the standards of this gala, held off the coast of two giant monsters.

So as Emma waits security, done by X-Force Krakoa's black ops division, lets in our first guests , fitting them with flowers so they can pass through the krakoan gates for the gala and any afterparties. The Krakoan Gates are giant flowery gates world wide that allow mutantkind to pass through them.. except kitty pryde due to how her powers work: since she goes THROUGH barriers, the thing kinda futzes out with her.

Our inaugral guests are naturally earth's mighteiest heroes, the avengers, consiting at the time of the Captain America (Steve Rogers), Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers), Thor (Odinson), She Hulk, Ghost Rider (Robbie Reyes) and Blade. yes THAT blade. It's honestly a good roster I liked a lot, bringing things back to the classics while adding a few weird touches like Blade and Robbie. The run itself.. was hit and miss, paticuarlly having She Hulk as a regular hulk instead of her usual self, despite the previous run of her solo having finally gotten her out of that state.. for no clear reason really. It was just bad. Thankfully those dark times are over and the tv show's only made sure that won't be happening again. Tony flies in on his own, not trusting the tech and you know.. being kind of an asshole he has to make a bit "NOTICE ME EVERYONE" entrance. Also boarding are the world's greatest heroes, the Fantastic Four, along with their children Franklin and Valerea and The Thing's wife Alicia Masters. Things are a bit rockier between these groups so gather up people as it's time for EVEN MORE EXPOSITION

So since his introduction Franklin had been a mutant.. and since he and the team as a whole had come back in Dan Slott's run, his power had been shorting out. Krakoa, wanting to both help him and naturally add another powerful mutant to the pile, reached out, and unsuprisingly fighting insured between both sides, Reed Richards pulled a Richards and disabled his son's ablility to use the gates, Franklin ran away, ended up with Doctor Doom, and both sides settled things long enough to stop it. IT's a story I will likely cover some day and ended on a positve note: Franklin would alternate between both the baxter buildling and krakoa, while Xavier, not pleased reed had the kind of tech he did, erased the gate supression tech from his brain and told him to his face he'd done it, to tell reed "never again"

So naturally FF writer Dan Slott's reaction to this promising, engaging new status quo was to say "fuck it" and retcon that franklin just MADE HIMSELF into a mutant with his powers, once they were gone he wasn't one, and Xavier basically told him go the fuck away. It is one of the dumbest, most waasteful, egotistical, selfish moves i've seen in comics, doing this simply because you had to share idaes and plans with someone else. At the time of this writing it hasn't been undone, but I woudln't be suprised if current writer Ryan North or future writers undid this or at the very least found a good angle for it.

For now we do at least get this page.

I assume it was a smart, well thought out intellectual GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU OLD MAN. Also while i'll defend the cerebro helmet, I love the look and while the usual version wht the black jumpsuit is plain, it works for the story that's being told... this version is just.. what Iam I even looking at. The extra uncessary packs on his helmet, the gold and green, and then he has the fucking gall to say that to Franklin. I do like him bonding with Kitty, who the mini established was tight with the kind after the 80's era crossover where a younger frankllin talked a younger kitty out of unaliving herself. Another series to add to the pile.

So the party kicks off with a concert from Rhapsody, a forgotten mutant who sadly died during he one apperance in the first peter David Run of x-factor who can make people see things via music. By linking her up to some telepaths, the conert allows everyone present to participate.. except Doom whose naturally being a mopey pants about things. DOOM IS ALWAYS A MOPEY PANTS FOR HE IS DOOM!

The party then goes into full swing and we get some nice moments. ben, upon seeing a bunch of the marauders and an aim guy playing dice on a boat chastizes them.. for not telling him

While Cap and Doom have a stare down watched by celebrity guests Run the Jewels, two of my faviorite rappers in existance as a duo, Killer Mike and E-LP

Before Cap can close his eyes and count to fuck, Emma steps in to stop them, with Doom incensed at mutantkind for considering themselves superior, pot meet kettle, but we get a rare doom laugh , an da great joke when Emma, insiting the mutants haven't claimed earth..

So the party moves on. We get some specific plot beats for Mauraders itself i'll gloss over, some reunions of old friends as Northstar and Vindicator catch up, and Cap talking to his old aqunatince Henry Peter Gyrinch. For those who haven't heard of this douche... good. But since I brought him up Henry was Marvel Comics token asshole beurcrat: he was first introduced making the avengers job harder, tried to bring them to court over Scarlet Witch wanting to you know, leave, as is her right, was the head of the anti mutant witch hunts of the 80s, has joined several sense, and tried to deport all aliens on earth during Dark Reign. In short no one likes him, he's working with Orchis, the big bads of this era, surprising no one, and everyone everywhere celebrated when he died a few months after this. He's there to compare Krakoa to latveria and call steve an optimist for.. not assuming the Mutants are evil.

We also get one of the greatest scenes in comics as Emma oggles caps and plans to see america's ass up close.. only to read that she reminds him of his mother telepathically, horrifying her. Note that Cap's next solo run.. fully confirms that despite this, she STILL went for it and he was fine with it, his current girlfriend Sharon Carter being fine if he steps out as their apart for months at a time. It's cool. And yes folks, Cap has a mommy kink. And that is awesome.

We then get a nice scene of Emma gathering her staff including Jumbo Carnation, a mutant designer introduced to die during New X-Men and brought back here to do most of the fashions for this event, and Somilier, an expert mutant chef to thank them all.

Cue the fireworks.. which we'll get to shortly, but we see the reactions of everyone: All the bigots in attendence are rattled, as is Doctor Strange, who understandably needs to duck out to figure out what the hell this means, and Tony, who congradulates Cyclops on solving one problem.. but warns him he might of made an even bigger mess. But this being steve rogers he also ends his stern warning on "I just hope you know what you people are doing". He's worreid sure, they just conquered mars and knows what the backlash will be.. but he also is aware they likely know what their doing and as always has faith in the best in people.

Onto X-Men

X-Men #21

While the Hellfire Gala kicked off and continued a lot of exciting bits of the Krakoan Era it also marked a major ending: The final issue of Jonathan Hickman's ongoing X-Men title, with the previous one having set up his proper exit with Inferno later that year.

Hickman's X-Men was the flagship title for the books, a series of one to two issue stories that set up the world of Krakoa and showed off how this nation worked.

And naturally for the viewpoint character, Hickman picked the very first x-man and one of mutantkind's finest, Cyclops. Scotty needed the rub. Since AvX a chunk of X-Books had demonized him as some form of boogie man. While his killing of Charles xavier was shocking.. it was also while he was posssed by the phoenix force, and thus not in full control of his actions. Most characters.. blamed him for it anyway despite there being no logic and treated him as Magneto JR for the crimes of... saving mutants from racists trying to attack them and doing what he was doing. This was compounded by the aformentioned M-Pox era, which killed him off after he FINALLY got everyone's accpetance back.. and once again treated him like a villian for... destroying a cloud of terrgin mist that was killing his people.

He then got brought back from the dead after his teenage counterpart brought from the future, long story that.. but was plopped into that awful uncanny run.

Scotty needed a break, so thankfully Hickman took a special intrest in scott. It helped that with Xavier back and back allegedly doing the right thing, Scott could take a night off of being the leader of all of mutantkind and just enjoy having his dead wife back, a son that's not older with him and presumably regular threesomes with wolverine, who not only is ALSO dating Jean during this era, but lived in Scotts house on the moon. Also , Scott had a house on the moon.

With Hickman leaving though, Scott needed a new direction and Hickman set it up for him on his way out in the aftermath of x of swords. Scott, who was the leader of Krakoa's great captains (their security and people authorized to form a team for whatever threats face this sacred land), and Jean , who was on the quiet council rulling Krakoa, were both utterly fed up with the council's bullshits, from refusing to resurrect Scott's ex wives or any clones period, to sketchy rulings like the one in X of Swords. The two decided there had to be something outside them and that Krakoa still needed heroes.

See while the book was called x-men, Hickman cleverly got away with not actually having a formal team for his tenure. Scott and Jean stepped down to change that, founding a new team. The premise was genius: the team would last for one year in and out of universe, a tour of duty, and be picked entirely by Krakoa itself at the gala.

As a sweet bonus to this already great concept, Marvel left some of the voting up to real life: while most of the team was picked by incoming writer Gerry Duggan, the last member was left up to the fans, a tradition that carried onto the next to galas. In this case Polaris, longtime x-man, twice time x-factor leader, and daughter of magneto won.

We open issue 24 with a followup to something from House and Powers of X: During the mini when building Krakoa Xavier and Magneto approached Namor, prince of the deep, to join the nation. He refused as he had a powerful empire thanks.. and once again refuses when they approach him at the party. They control an island. he controls 75 of the oceans. Call him when you have something more to offer. This plot thread.. never really went anywhere, as Namor turned himself in at the end of Jason Aaron's run on avengers and Atlantis was a non factor by the time the latest gala ended in a bloodbath. We do get this outfit for my boy magneto

Unlike Charles who.. I sitll don't get what he's going for, Erik pulls it off. It also begs the question WHY charles wore his big ass helmet to the party. Max had a WAY cooler helemet that matched his outfit and went with a bitching top hat chuck, what's your excuse.

We then get right to the point: the X-Men vote. And how it's done.. is endlessly cool. Jean telepahtically reaches out to every mutant everywhere.. and the vote happens. The Human Torch is a bit confused... partly because he's not sure how his rap went down

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But mostly because he dosen't know what the heck their doing. Dr. Strange fills him in.

It's a truly awesome way to do it too: it not only left a nice hook for the series, as each person's pitch is shown over the course of Duggan's first year on the title, it's just a neat concept and way to do it. As for who made the cut...

This is such a cool page. I love it dearly. It helps the x-men picked for duty all got great gala outfits, from Rogues which resembles her first uniform, to Shrio's dope as hell suit and wearing his sunfire mask because why wouldn't you if your mask was that sweet, to synch's techincolor suit it's awesome.

So a breakdown of this roster for those less familiar with the x-men. Besides Cyclops, Jean and Rogue, who shoudlnt' need an intro, we have Wolverine, Laura Kinney, also known as X-23, wolverin'es female clone and certified badass, Sunfire, an arrogant frenemy of the x-men's with fire powers and a proud japanese heritage, the aformentioned polaris and Synch, a member of generation x, the 90's class of teenage x-men, recently ressurected after spending a thousand years in a vault. Long story. It's a stellar roster and while Duggan's first year on the book was rocky, it can't be denied this was a great choice for his first for the most part. My only gripe is a lack of diversity, with only two members of the team who aren't white. Otherwise it's a good selection.

So after this we get two pages of Sinsiter being a gossipy bitch before we get to the ending of this issue, a truly amazing scene with a bit of meta flare. A tad cheesy.. but the kind of cheese I like.

So after another cameo by Patton Oswalt, as seen by RTJ the gala had a lot of real life celbreity cameos thrown in, all approved by the people themselves, Kevin Fiege, head of marvel asks Scott a simple question

Is it a tad cheesy to have the head of marvel literally ask a character whose key to their next big franchise his story? Yes.. but I can't help but love it. It's just a fun way to have Cyclops give his story and given marvel comics actually exists in universe, it's not a stretch to say some form of the mcu does either, simply running on the same "offical authorized story" deal they have with most heroes, changing it up for ones whose id's aren't public.

Due to image limits and not wanting to overdue it, the speech stretches over two full pages, i'll have to due with quoting it. But it's one of my faviorite moments of this era so far, and it gets to the heart of who scott summers is NOW.. and just who he is.

"I was blind. Blind to how the world worked...and then I met a man who taught me to see—see how things really were. I loved him for it. And because I loved him—because I believed in him...and, in a way, worshipped him—I claimed things that he had faith in as my own. He called it his dream. It was a good one. But the world, you see—the waking world—were we all live...it is a killer of dreams. A destroyer of things you believe in. So when I grew older, I realized it was foolish to...deify him. Honestly, it's unfair to expect that kind of perfection from anyone. After all, we're all flawed and imperfect... There is no real difference between any of us. No matter how much we believe the lie that there is. You see, he wasn't a savior. He was just a man—a mutant—like me. And his dreams—which still make me smile to this day—are no more valid than anyone else's. Including mine. So what's my story? I'm a dreamer. I'm an X-Man."

Scott is the guy who belviies in Xavier's dream more than the man himself, and while he sidestepped it for a while, as the world wore him down.. he never truly gave up on it.. and he'll never stop fighting for it. So as Scott walks off Emma cues the fireworks.

Planet Size X-Men

So before I get into this one , some context: When this issue happened.. what the fireworks were.. was a suprise. It was kept deathly secret and the reactions seen in marauders were a tease the x-men had done something MASSIVE. While for our purposes here you know the twist I just wanted the context for readers that the x-men colonizing a whole damn planet.. was a massive well done suprise. IT's something this era does well: it hides spoilers VERY well and even when some info has to come out via solicits, it does a great job not telling us everything.

So we open the issue with the reveal of what their doing: The narration is a flashback to someone talking to Forge, the x-men's resident inventor, about IF what their about to do before our eyes is possible. And to start they need a ton of iron, and to plunge it into the planet, then get it nice and hot.

The first part.. is easy given the master of magnet is around and we get a lovely shot of Magneto hauling a giant meteor. This issue's done by Duggan with art by Pepe Laraz, who also did art for House of X and is a phenominal artist, so he not suprisingly knocks it out of the park here. Using the metal they open the planet and as forge puts it "perform open heart surgery" using a team of Hope and Vulcan, Scott Summer's youngest brother who has energy powers> They get it bubbly, Max stirs the sauce with his powers.. and next up is Iceman, who proudly announces himself to the party, whose all viewing this telepathically thanks to Emma Frost

We then flash back to a few days ago. Magneto TRIES to talk some sense into Iscaa the unbeaten, annoyed at the Arakkil shenanigans I mentioned before, but she's unmoved. As long as their of this planet, they'll act as they have and conquer. This likely gave Max the idea.

And his timing for it isn't bad as the Hellfire Trading Company have another problem: their suplies for the lifesaving drugs are running out. The X-Men were doing most of their production in the savage land, a land where dinosaurs never died out, but the super science golden girls stole most of it, so they REALLY need a new place for production. Mags asks to borrow Emma's spaceship.. and prepares his pitch.

The next day Cap and Cyclops talk at westchester, with Cyclops assuring Cap there's a solution to the arakko problem, which gets him to come to the gala. Max pitches his plan to the quiet council and it's a rare unanmous "YES".

Cut to the morning of the gala and while Mags has a lot of the pieces he needs.. he needs more. So he first goes to Jamie Braddock, brother of Bestsy (Formerly Psylocke now Captain Britan) and Brian (also Captain Britan), and half mad reality warper, who Mags convinces to help out. He also goes to Arakko and their own council happens to have three Omega Level Mutants (Mutants with no upper limit to their powers, something firmly defined in this era after being vauge for years on end), who fit the bill: Lacuta the Knower, Sobunar of the Depths, and Xilo the first defender of this broken land.

Back in present day Sobunar goes first: Sobunar contains an ENTIRE ocean within them, so they simply donate a little water and have jamie expand it into an ocean. Storm captalizes on this, using her powers to the strongest they've ever been to give the planet weather, giving the dead red planet wind for the first time.

Next up is Xilo, who.. tears off his head and combines with the land.. he's also a caterpillar. Because why not. With Elixer's help he restores life leaving the next step for the final member of our trio, Lacuta. Her power.. is knowing the precise location of everything. So using her , Jean Grey and exodus, a centuries old telepath bar NONE, shove the ENTIRETY of arakko through the external gate, a magical super krakoan gate, to mars.

WIth that Arakko is on here.. and Arakko itself, which like krakoa is alive, sighs happily at it's first bloodless victory in a long while. A diplomatic area is set up as is a memorial to honor those who could not make it

The downside of the review format is I really can't show you just how awe inspiring all this is. I do have images an dcan show you some of it but the compression here and how much this issue makes use of the full page makes it impossible to translate. It's why while my reviews are good on their own merit, they'll never be a subsitute for the media in question.

So after this Arakko needs it's own SWORD station. SWORD was once the space verison of SHIELD, but with SHIELD ending and Earth's own space branch, alpha flight, being laughably ineffective, former SWORD head Abigail brand went to mutantkind fo ra space program, resulting in their revivail. And since they need a base here, Jean and Quinten Quire, professional loveable scamp, implant the idea of one in his mind. Jean says she's making him pregnant with it.. and soon regrets her word choice

I... didn't doctor any of this. All of this actually happened. Jean Grey made a man pregnant with a space station. That's canon. That's part of this landmark in x-history. God bless you X-Slack, one and all.

Elixer has one last idea.. and this time it's just transmitted to prevent more of .. that... so Jamie gladly obliges, creating port promethus, a massive hub for all the space ships a comin. With that all of Krakoa is welcomed to..

With that we get some data pages, a bold announcment proclaming this the captial of our solar system, a person in the goverment reporting, and nasa being disapointed by mutantkind just anexing the planet but hoping they can visit.

And before we move on to the direct ramifications in story.. let's talk about those fireworks shall we? The Terraforming of Mars into Planet Arakko.. is one of the biggest, genius and insane swings i've seen in a comic. It's all perfectly built up too: from the beginning of this era i'ts been built up how much power omega mutants have, how much stronger krakoa can be it's ties to space via the shiar and brood. And over in SWORD, which had recently launched and will close out today's look at the gala, they subtly laid the seeds: SWORD had been further pushing the idea of a "mutant circuit", i.e. using a group of mutants in concert to do a task, the first being of course the five and SWORD having a circuit in it's first issue bring a super metal from beyond time and space. The idea of seeing just what mutants could do with their powers and a whole nation had been seeded... it's here it sprouts. In what's implied to be an hour at most, with the world watching, mutantkind terraformed a dead planet. While both terriotires had different goverments the fact remained mutantkind now had a PLANET.

It's also nice in that even if Krakoa as a nation tumbles into history... this is something that really CAN'T be easily undone: Mutantkind created a new planet stuffed with mutants, where alien dignitaries have visited, and that humankind will NEVER forget happened. Even if it all collapsed the sheer scope of it is something that can't help but have impact. It's the kind of status quo shift you could ONLY pull off in this era, with these characters, at this time, a perfect allinging of the planets... to let another be reborn.

It also has a lot of nice fallout that's still being felt: A whole book would end up dedicated to this new concept, X-Men Red, which is one of the best of this era and one of the best x-books period, and it's not even over yet. We'll likely look at that next year, or at least part of it, but the idea of this warbased society grappling with peace is fascinating as is humanity grappling with loosing one of it's biggest pieces of the sky. There's so much that's been done with this concept, so much more to do and it's one of my faviorite in the x-men's long history of awesome ideas and was brought about stunningly, with the issue being one long showstopper. They hyped the hell out of this one moment.. and man oh man did they deliver. All that's left.. is the afterparty.

S.W.O.R.D. #7

SWORD opens with Captain america, standing alone reflecting his thoughts. This opening is one of th emain reasons I wanted sword as part of this: this scene helpfully frames what happened from a human perspective, by showing how the best of us grapples with what just happened. And also DOOM, who'd tell you he was but you know DOOM. Cap decides to humor him this once and share his thoughts.. mostly because Victor points out they are both faces of their nations and the weird irony of that tickles our hero a bit. The speech that follows.. is gorgeous, showing that SWORD, and future x-men red, writer Al Ewing, one of my personal faviorite writers, REALLY gets cap. I mean he really gets pretty much any character he rights but still.

Cap relates the story of his waking up from the ice. How soon after.. he felt hopless, a shocking thing to hear from Captain I Can Do This All Day, but understandable: Everything he knew and loved was gone and he'd missed decades. Tony gave him hope by showing the moon landing, showing how much humanity achieved.. but got quiet when Steve asked where the colonies were... what had come NEXT. It's a sad statment on the fact we just kinda.. gave up on space after realizing it was too expensive to exploit.

I belivie in a better tommorow is a cap line up there with classics like "I'm loyal to nothing except the dream" and "No you move", and this scene is expertly done: it shows the two sided coin: Steve is well aware humanity kind of gave up on mars and other planets aside from mapping them, but still wishes they'd worked together.. instead of their next iteration swooping in and taking it all. It's the lovely double edged sword of this all: The Mutants had every right to do this: they had the power, the technology and the need. But it still means they took it for themselves and only themselves.

So while Cap muses about this and Doom heads off to do Doom stuff, we cut to SWORD"s station the Peak where director Abigail Brand, who nick fury wishes he could be, is explaning the situation to a council of galactic ambassadors from very marvel races and factions. Notable faces include Orbis Stellaris, who'd become VERY important soon enough, a guy named Riitho representing the interglactic empire of wakanda, a real thing that exists, long story I don't quite know to be honest, Smasher, former avenger, wife of x-man and former avenger Cannonball, and representive for longtime x-men space buddies the shiar, paibok the power skrull representing the kree skrull alliance and three of the guardians of the galaxy: Star Lord represnting his in comics half home of spartax, Noh Varr aka marvel boy represtning the Utopian Kree and Richard Rider , the man called nova representing earth. Ewing adopted Richie who'd come back from the dead but hadn't got a lot to do, making him a focal point of his run on Guardians and then bringing him over to X-Men Red after that.

Richie in paticular is nettled they didn't tell anyone, and while Frenzy, part of SWORD's security, points out he was kinda busy with guardains stuff.. he still has a point: While Krakoa coudln't afford to tell EVERYONE or someone would've tried to stop them, and they DID need this space... they didn't tell ANYONE they were doing this.

The rest of the delegates are ambivalent: For humanity , mutantkind terraforming a whole planet is a big whoop. And while the SPEED is impressive, terraforming a planet is pretty standard procedure for the empires present.

Thankfully Mutankind brought Abigail brand to the negotating table: she's lived in space her whole life, knows it better than earth, and her whole reason for restarting sword is that she's sick of earth being so ambiviliant and reactionary: they've been invaded COUNTLESS times.. yet the heroes wait. In the previously reviewed epilogue to empire/gay wedding of the century, she quit Alpha Flight entirley because head at the time Carol Danvers.. didn't think to consult her or anyone abotu the crisis and instead cried avengers assemble.

So she decides to take a page from the krakoan book with some space flair: like Krakoa, Arakko won't be recognized without something to give and since the healing plants aren't really a huge get, she has something more: Mysterium,. the metal they plucked from the white hot center of the omniverse.

It's a COOL as hell call back: why did they plunder time and space.. not because they could. .but to get the sol system a foot in the galactic door. See at the time of this run, something running out of Ewing's guardians run as Al ewing tends to use every book he writes to follow up on others, Ewing had the clever idea of the galactic community being in a pretty crappy place: after so many wars, sieges, and attempted conquests, they were battered and the economy suffered. Mysterium... is the answer. Expensive, as seen here super useful for space travel and recovery after all the nonsense the unvierse has been put through.. and a perfect Bribe. Abigail is upfront about it too: as I said this is the same as Krakoa using the drugs and Abby says that outright: a new currency to help the unvierse recover.. in exchange for recognition. Abby's logic is also flawless here: Earth.. has a ton of nations, their all squabbling and generally can't agree on how to treat their own people much less aliens. Arakko is one goverment and thus allows them to simply negotiate with them instead.

Naturally though for a confrence like this.. someone has to ask...

I said he had doom stuff to do.... I didn't say said stuff wasn't in this issue did I? Doom demands to know: who speaks for sol. Given how Victor is, tyranicall and very personality based, he demands an audience with it's rule: who is it's king. Who is it's monarch. And naturally for this story... the answer is badass as hell. It's also the answer every X-Men fan predicted, but it's no less awesome

It's a perfect choice: Storm really hadn't done much in this era up to this point... but in interviews HIckman and others constantly said they had more plans for her and "great stuff coming up". This is the payoff: Storm is once again a queen... and a perfect fit. She's peaceful enough to lead the arakkil in a new direction.. but she's still storm. It's part of what makes Orroro such a great character: she can be gentle, kind and fair.. but god help you if you think you can win a fight with her. And given Roro now has to deal with both a planet of warmongers AND various galactic empires ready to try to exploit this, not to mention eventually Abigail herself trying to exploit this for her own ends, a LOT of people are going to need god's help.

This conversation continues into the next issue, but for our story, the end is not on the grand new red planet.. but back on Krakoa. Magneto is quitely having a drink to himself.. and has a guest.

So one last bit of backstory for this run, for the non comic guys in the audience, hi kevin and such: In the comics Wanda, during a mental breakdown after being manpulated by her own brother, depowered all but 200 of mutantkind. Give or take obviously because comics, but still most were left powerless thanks to her. Wanda DID do her best to atone once she returned much later, helping restore mutantkind.. but instead of undrestanding she wasn't in her right headspace, no one thought "hey let's get her a threapist instead of try to kill her".. no really that was the storyline. Bendis I swear.

Anyway, instead Mutantkind turned her into the boogeyman

Yes a bogeyman, "The PRetender" as it was later revealed she wasn't a mutant because marvel didn't have rights to them at the time. And while I do wish this era had turned her back into one.. the directoin they went was clever.. and this scene is part of it. Wanda comes to her once thought to be bio dad: she skipped the party because well.. she knows what they say and the pretender can't sit at the throne.

Magneto's response? one of the best moment's in the characters history and clear proof of why Ewing was given the character for X-Men Red not long after

It's a heartbreaking well done speech.. and honestly an angle for helping undo the hasty unparenting of Magneto I never considered: Keeping Wanda not a mutant.. but having Magnus still consider her his child. Have him realize after buildling paradise.. that he'd been a pretty crappy father to her, even if he turned out not to be his dad, how he wasn't much better to his biological daughter Lorna. and That even if she's seen as the pretender.. that Wanda is his kid and deserves better. It's also a nice aseop: that you don't NEED to be biologically related ot be family. She's his daughter. End of dicussion. And he will fix this

The how ended up being convoluted, but did result in Wanda going from the pretender, to the redeemer by setting up the waiting room, a way to bring back mutants who didn't have an imprint in cerebro. It's a touching end to this story.. I mean granted the story ACTUALLY ends with magneto suspected of her murder, but it'ts not where we're ending

The Hellfire Gala is one of my faviorite comics events. IT's a unique take on one: instead of a big fight or a big crisis.. it's just a party. It still has all the gravitas and after effects: Wanda's very temporary death leading to her excellent new era under Steve Orlando, the start of Magneto's character arc for X-Men red, a whole new setting with vast ramifications, a new team, and lots of other smaller setups. It's no suprise they did it again the next two years. It's a story packed with both the fun breezy character moment's you'd expect like Emma discovering steve's mommy kink or RTJ getting ready to watch doom fight steve all day, or gambling time, and the big stuff needed to justify it being an event, all organically threaded from here.

We'll no doubt return to krakoa and I already have plans to return to the x-men next year. For now though... we've reached the end of x-men month. As we enter spooky season.. thank you for reading, my x-men.

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PT1

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TW: internalized homophobia, manipulation, panic attacks and mileven making out (sorry y'all, it's for the plot and this the last chapter they'll do it. I pinky promise 😔 we'll get onto the Henderhop the next chapter 😀).

Also the whole diary thing in this chapter I've ripped off of the actual HP lore. 🥲 I also ripped off the whole byler fight from the s3 fight. 😞😞😞

Will was not especially happy to board on the Hogwarts Express unlike his future sister, El, who was bouncing up and down with excitement. Will had gotten to know her over the summer and despite his initial jealousy, he liked her a lot. She was sweet and caring with shoulder-length brown hair and big eyes.

Will really couldn't blame her for being so joyful, she was dating Mike after all, the most loving and perfect human-being ever and as her brother, he was happy for her. Yet, whenever he saw them together or heard them talk over the phone, his guts burnt with jealousy. El was a constant reminder of how Mike would never be his to love.

Normally sitting in a compartment with his friends would make Will happy but lately being with them made him feel alone.

Thus, the train ride had been, in Will's humble opinion, absolutely miserable. With Mike and El, in the seat next to him, not being able to stop kissing for 5 fucking minutes and Mike constantly shoving Will against the window to make room for their gross make-out session. To make matters worse, in the seat in front of him, Max and Lucas were loudly arguing but every 7 insults, they'd began to make-out sloppily.

It was as if both couples were in an intense competition of who could gross Will out more. Mike and El were clearly winning because at least Lucas and Max kiss lovingly while Mike and El just, ew.

Will was growing bored and he he'd brought his wizards chess set on board since it was one of his favorite games. Mike loved it too, and so maybe he wanted to play. Will remembered fondly how the both of them used to play it in Mike's basement. Secretly, Mike's basement felt more like home to Will than the house in which he lived. Since in Mike's basement he felt safe and mostly, loved.

So Will tapped Mike's shoulder in a poor attempt to draw his attention away from El. He was met with Mike huffing annoyed.

"Mike, do you wanna play wizards chess?" Will offered with a small smile.

"But now's not the time" complained Mike, throwing his head back.

"Is it? Is it not the time, Michael?" interrupted Will.

"Well, can I at least kiss El one last time?" giggled Mike.

"Oh, God." Max facepalmed.

Mike kissed El and reluctantly began to play. He constantly rolled his eyes, huffed and complained. Will tried to not feel hurt by his best friend's behavior but when Mike began to mock the game, something inside Will snapped.

"Fine! You win! Congratulations!" Will sneered as he got up from his seat, to leave.

"Will, I was just messing around!" Mike tried to stop Will from leaving but the other boy wasn't taking it. "Let's finish for real!"

"Just forget it Mike" sighed Will packing up the wizards chess.

"But I want to keep playing, ok?"

"I said forget it Mike, okay?" Will exclaimed "I'm going outside"

Mike put himself in between Will and the door.

"Move!" growled Will, pushing Mike and brushing passed him.

"Will, come on! You can't leave!" floundered Mike.

Bet, thought Will with bitterness.

"Listen, I said I was sorry, all right? It's a really cool game! I'm just busy with other stuff right now." Mike was clearly trying to excuse his actions but Will wasn't having it.

"Yeah, Mike, that's the problem: you guys are always busy and you're ruining The Party."

Will was finally getting to say all those things he'd felt over the the last month but hadn't told anyone out of fear. Out of fear of hurting Mike, but now Will couldn't give a fuck about Mike and his stupid feelings.

"That's just not true!" Mike shot defensively.

"Really? Where's Dustin now?" Will asked crossing his arms over his chest.

Mike remained silent as he pursed his lips.

Will asked this fully conscious Mike wouldn't know. Dustin was hanging out with Steve, someone who Dustin had bonded with over the summer. Will knew this because his brother Jonathan was Steve's boyfriend, and had told Will, Dustin tagged along on many of the couple's dates.

"See? You don't even know and you don't even care." Will spat "And obviously he doesn't either and I don't blame him. You're ruining everything and for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"

Will shouldn't have called El stupid, he knows but in the heat of the moment and with all the bubbling anger he felt, he couldn't care less.

"El's not stupid! It's not my fault you don't like girls!" Mike yelled.

That felt like a blow in the gut, leaving Will breathless and trembling. This meant he was weak and men shouldn't be weak (or so his father had taught him and Jonathan). Still, as much as it hurt, he wouldn't cry. At least not in front of Mike.

Mike must have known he fucked up because his voice became softer and quieter.

"Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk, ok?" Mike whispered but Will scoffed. "But we're not kids anymore, I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were gonna sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?''

Something in the way Mike said it sounded almost desperate and pleading.

"Yeah, I guess I did." hissed Will with venom and ironically Mike seemed more heartbroken than the brunet.

Will turned around on his heel and ran away towards the bathroom, trying to swallow the lump of rage he felt in his throat.

He truly was alone, he has no one to go to. He really didn't feel like going to his brother or mother and Robin was probably annoying (read: flirting with) Nancy.

When he opened the door and entered the bathroom, he sat under the sink and curled on himself. His breathing grew heavy as he repeated "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid" over and over like some sick mantra, until someone gently tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and saw Professor Creel looking at him concerned.

"Will? Are you ok?" the teacher asked sitting down next to Will.

"No, not really, Professor." he answered. He felt comfortable with Professor Creel, he was the head of Will's house, after all.

"Call me Henry." smiled the blond "Not feeling too good, huh? Well, I can't have Slytherin's best Beater not feel good, now can I?"

Will chuckled feeling proud. At least someone seemed to appreciate his Quidditch skills.

"You know when I feel sad I like to write about it in my diary. Here, I'm gonna give you this notebook so that you can use it as a diary, ok?"

Henry handed him a black notebook.

"Um, yeah, ok. Cool" Will took the notebook and held it gingerly.

"Well, I best be off. I was having quite the discussion with Professor Argyle about a muggle herb called cannabis." smiled Henry.

Will didn't care about Mike saying Henry was untrustworthy, Henry was a great person who cared about Will unlike Mike, his former best friend.

Henry got up and left the bathroom leaving Will alone, once again.

Since Will had nothing else to do he decided to go inside the nearest stall, sit down and write something in the diary. So he took out the spare quill and ink he always had on himself. After all, he was an artist.

"Hello, my name is Will Byers." he wrote.

His writing disappeared and instead another message appeared.

Hello Will, I'm 001.

Will stared at the notebook in shock.

"Are you alive?" Will wrote, quickly.

You could say that, yes. I'm a trapped consciousness inside of this diary, more precisely. Still, I once was a Hogwarts student, which I’m guessing you are, right?

“Yes, I’m from the Slytherin house and starting my third year!” he corresponded.

I was a Slytherin too, the best house. If I do say so myself.

Will chuckled, was Slytherin truly the best house? Everyone seemed to despise them. Yeah, there were a couple of assholes in the house, like Billy and Troy, but weren’t there assholes in every house?

Will could name a few ones out of the top of his head: Steve, a Gryffindor, used to be an asshole until Jonathan and him got into a fistfight; Fred Benson, a Ravenclaw, had apparently done some pretty fucked up stuff too; Jason Carver, another Gryffindor, was notorious for being extremely stuck up and throwing wild parties in the boy’s dorm (there were also rumors of him cheating on his girlfriend, poor Chrissy Cunningham, with several girls).

"Well, do you mind if I tell you something? You can’t tell anyone, though.” Will scribbled in his cursive writing.

Sure. Who would I tell anyways?

“Ok, well the thing is that….” Will recounted what happened with Mike and the further in the story, the tighter he gripped his quill. When he finished, he waited to see 001’s response:

That kid sounds like such an ass, not gonna lie. You should really stop considering him your best friend. Best friends don’t treat you like absolute garbage.

Will pondered this, and really, 001 was right.

This “conversation” kept on going for the rest of the train ride and school year. Will avoided The Party, except Max, at all costs and constantly run away to “talk” with 001 (much to Mike’s disgust and jealousy).

The year went by swiftly until the very last week of June, during which, Billy had begun a fire in the Forbidden Forest in a desperate attempt to break up Max and Lucas. Fortunately, neither Lucas or Max had been harmed but Billy died. The fire was known as The Great Fire of ‘85 and it left Max completely devastated. Mostly, because her step-brother had tried to murder her and Lucas for being an interracial couple. This left her with a huge emotional burden she’d only told Will.

Thanks to 001 he’d realized that he didn’t need to be friends that weren’t from his own house. 001 had taught Will new and more powerful spells, he’d also taught Will about how being a Slytherin mean being the best.

Now, Will was determined for Max to meet 001, his other best friend, and for him to teach Max all the things he’d taught Will. So he asked a delighted Professor Creel for another notebook for Max, who reluctantly accepted it. After a day of using it, she admitted to having loved the present.

Max and Will liked to gush about 001’s appearance and while Will imagined him as a handsome man, Max imagine him as a sickly old man. They loved their new friend and thought that 001 was the only friend they needed.

In their innocence, they both believed to have met an angel or even god, when they’d actually made a deal with the devil.

#Yeah I wrote malooban make out session thru Will’s pov just to slander them #Sue me #also pray for madwise cuz my babies be making a big mistake ngl #Madwise moments >>>#I had to include the rain fight ok?#Mike is just a confused teenager ok?#I’m a Mike apologist #he gonna suffer the next chapter m’kay?#I’m warning y’all now #BILLY SLANDER MY BELOVES #IT PHYSICALLY PAINED ME TO NOT WRITE BILLYS DEATH SO INCLUDED IT AND USED IT AS A CONVENIENT PLOT DEVICE #every time I mention Billy’s racism I get +20 years of life back #Also fun fact #i wanted to include a part in which Will mentions that Chrissy cheated on Jason with Robin but then secretly began to date Vickie #In the end it didn’t fit and I cut it out but i wanted y’all to know #byler #will byers #byler brainrot #mike wheeler #byler au #byler fanfic #byler ficlet #byler angst #byler fic #madwise #el hopper #lucas sinclair #STONATHAN AND RONANCE ARE MY BABIES AND I WILL GO DOWN WITH THEM 🔥🔥🔥🔥#harry potter byler au

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corwen · 5 months ago

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Games I Finished In 2024 -- Dragon Age: Inquisition

God, I'm really pumping out these posts lately, huh. It's the unemployment.

I'm constantly in awe of worlds filled with detail. Information. Locations. Stuff. Thedas (literally the dragon age setting are you fucking kidding me) feels like a real location, largely in part to the millions and millions of little codex entries peppered throughout the world. It's impressive, and extremely big.

Maybe the fact that this is my first Dragon Age is a contributing factor to the borderline-overwhelming amount of information. I do think it's comprehensible for a newcomer, though you do need to pay attention.

To keep things short (hopefully), I'm just gonna put some takeaways and impressions and stuff in bullet point format.

After a quick look at general feelings towards the various party members, I think I can say I agree with the majority with who I can't stand. Vivienne can fuck off. Sera can stay but she's on thin fucking ice.

I really really enjoyed playing a Mage (as it's my go-to pick for any game that allows magic use). It didn't feel as strong as the other classes, but making things explode was very satisfying.

They warned me not to stay in the Hinterlands and I absolutely did not listen due to my compulsion to do everything.

That being said, I didn't do everything. There were several maps that simply went unfinished or unvisited entirely. There are so many places.

My FFXIV brain can't help but make comparisons between Solas and Emet-Selch. Venat, too, if you wanna get more specific about things. Do I like Solas as a character? I really don't know. I think it's something that has to stew in my head for a while.

I was a little surprised at how many voice actors I recognized. Gareth David-Lloyd. Robyn Addison. Freddie Prinze Jr???

On the topic of romances: I really will look at the largest man in the room, ask "is anyone gonna fuck that guy" and not wait for an answer

This game has been out for ten years and it is a miracle that I've gone completely unspoiled on it this whole time. The base game ending leading into Trespasser was really enjoyable.

Definitely looking forward to Veilguard.

#games24 #Dragon Age

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lu-kario · 1 year ago

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today my dear followers who did not ask for this,

A Very Honest Slenderman(2018) Review!!!

by a creepypasta fanatic and someone who needs to think about smth else to not k- moving onto the "review". (it's not a real review i'm just gonna shit on it obviously)

It's just gonna be a list of things I noticed that bothered me throughout the whole film and made it physically difficult to watch. That was the second movie that took me two days to watch not because I was scared, but because it hurt my brain to finish it. ((((also yes. i am very . VERY . late to the party. i know. don't worry)))

Starting off, the characters are not likeable at all. None of them. They don't behave like actual teenagers. Someone from that directing team was observing high school students for a week with a notepad and was done after thinking they did a good job. I may or may not be autistic and not behave like that either but I've been in high school and have seen stuff. Obviously.

Second of all who just watches adult vids and calls it a night with friends wtf-

Not important . Maybe someone does?? Also these teenagers are created to be so edgy for absolutely no reason ((pointing out that line from ginger girlie saying that the cat should've exploded at the end i'm so fkn glad she was gone first)).

Another thing. Let's get to the star of the mfing show,,, Slenderman .

What they made of him was some kind of a,,, dryad?? Like there's legit some Slenderman Tree in the woods that he walks out of to collect kids and bear them with his big ol' self. Don't get me wrong that concept would be cool on it's own if not the thing that. It doesn't suit him at all. And the Slenderman Summoning Video as well- wth was that . You're telling me some bells (something added for the sake of the movie I suppose bcuz i never heard of that) with added five stock images of what'd you get if you typed 'illuminati' giving you a high speed seizure attack are gonna summon this big boy? The reactions are so hilarious to me as well WHY WERE THESE GIRLS PANTING AS IF THE DAMN SLENDERMAN WAS THERE WITH THEM give me a break. That would hint at least Slendy is some kind of . illuminati-ish experiment left off in the local woods grabbing kids to expand the tree for decades? i suppose.

Mostly what they did with him is giving marble hornets series but make it a on-budget parody that relies for it's damn life on shock value- flashing images constantly, having those ominous shots to make you feel something and lemme tell you i did feel something(nauseous). Also having the original contest images in the film was fucking hilarious so uh +1 for that but that's the only thing i actually liked.

Yet another thing! Nothing in this movie felt genuinely connected to each other,, if it was an artistic interpretation or smth idk i think i wouldn't mind as much but don't be calling this a damn full fleshed out movie.

The Slendy in this movie felt like a totally different being than the original it was sad to watch.

the effects were ,,,alright? like nothing to hate but nothing specific about it to like . it was just alright at best.

very last thing unless i've decided i remembered smth else-

THE LIGHT WORK IN THIS MOVIE WAS SO FUCKING TERRIBLE I HAD MY SCREEN LIGHT SET ON MAX AND STILL COULDN'T SEE A DAMN THING AND GUESS WHAT? THAT WAS THRU OUT LIKE 80% OF THE DAMN MOVIE

enough of that no matter if you enjoyed the ranting have a great day dont watch this movie unless you wanna suffer uhhhh have this cool cat pic of my cat idk what to put here anymore

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oh yeah i remember now

WHY DID SLENDY WALKED SO SEDUCTIVELY.............WHAT,

bro was swinging his hips seducing the victims i am done goodbye

#slenderman #shitpost #bcuz its shit #rant #long post

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theoscout · 6 months ago

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I finished watching The Further Adventures of Walt's Frozen Head

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It was kind of mid, though that doesn't mean it wasn't enjoyable. I've got some things to say about it.

This is a review of it, as well as a plot summary, so eyes out if you hate spoilers.

The story starts with Peter, an employee who doesn't really like his job and experiences harassment from another employee, looking for a doll to gift to his 15 year old daughter Molly for her birthday. He accidentally gets really lost and wanders directly into the facility being used to house Walt Disney's frozen head, which leads to him mistaking Walt for an animatronic, which leads to this gif.

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Walt's about as happy being unexpectedly booped as you would probably expect him to be, and after Peter gets over his shock Walt asks him to go kidnap him and take him on adventures. Walt offers a better job, but Peter declines and goes on his way.

Later on, we learn that even though Walt's been given security cameras to watch over the park, they're all in black and white, which he finds unsatisfying. Earlier scenes include him talking to the staff of the place, who say he isn't allowed to leave. Once the staff are gone, Peter reappears, having rethought Walt's offer after his coworker was mean to him again. They talk, and Walt tells him how to take the box off its stand. Peter nearly drops him but they manage to get home.

Once home, Peter accidentally lets his parents know Walt Disney is now their houseguest, and they both fangirl over him. They invite Walt to Molly's birthday party, and Peter's opposed to it but relents and dresses Walt as a present

The next day, on the day of the party, we finally know why Molly and Peter have beef with each other because they get into a big fight on her birthday over Molly going to Prague. Peter isn't happy that she's getting independent and leaving, and he has 0 self control apparantly because he yells at her in front of all the other guests and then goes to a corner to sulk and drink beer. Meanwhile, Walt, disguised as a present, overhears some kids talking about trains, answers some questions and accidentally turns himself into the undead version of Alexa as more kids gather round him and ask him questions. They run in terror when his box starts beeping due to a low battery though.

Peter gets distracted from his self imposed misery by the beeping, and leaves the party to take his "present" off to a mechanic friend to fix it. There's some science phlebotonium that's glossed over by Walt saying he didn't pay much attention to the scientists, but we learn that he can only go so long without charging up and freezing, or else he'll die for real. Peter's friend builds Walt a charger so he can stay charged for longer, and then they go home. Peter has a brief vent about family issues, Walt relates to him, then watches documentaries the whole night or something.

The next day, Molly who saw Peter running away with Walt Disney, comes to her dad and begs them both into bringing her to Disneyland with them because visiting a park with the undead severed head of its creator changes everything, apparantly. peter is like 'wtf no' repeatedly until she threatens blackmail.

Then there's a weird plan to sneak into Disneyland, which involves????? Peter getting his fingerprint cut up to be unrecognisable???? for some reason????????? WITH HOMEMADE SURGERY FROM HIS PARENTS?????????????????? I don't get why he would consent to it considering how spineless he was about almost everything, but it sets up a gag where Molly simply puts a bandaid on her finger and gets the problem solved anyway.

Then there's a lot of disneyland footage and they go on some rides and visit an aquarium. The fish are highly enthusiastic about swimming in front of the glass, which is revealed in the commentary to be because David Lancaster tried to catch as many fish swimming in front of the glass as possible. One wonders why he didn't just do a flat recording of them without doing anything about the fish, and edit in the fish from different takes later.

Later Walt and Peter are sitting on a bench after he had another fight with Molly. Walt tells him that he shouldn't stagnate her growth like that, she still needs him as a father, just in a different way than when she was little. The sound design of this scene is pretty good too, I like how the score went with this emotional part.

Then THE ALARM FOR WALT'S BATTERY goes off and Peter realises that Walt mightn't be able to be refrozen and not-so-internally freaks out. Walt's calm and says he likes the fireworks, but Peter goes running to the lab

They fight again because Walt doesn't really care about being refrozen again, Molly accuses Peter of babying Walt (which leads to this confusing line "Walt is an adult!" yeah like NO SHIT he's literally over a century old and even when he died he's still older than the two of you combined!!) and Peter has a freakout and completely loses his shit. Like... completely. Ben in the commentary says he wants to imply Peter's never lost his shit like that before.

They go home, presumably to recharge the box, and get secretly tailed by some employee with an ipad, who follows them home.

The employee turns out to be CEO Bob, who thanks them for entertaining Walt Disney, and then he talks to Walt who decided that he's had enough of being immortal and instead just wants to enjoy life as a head in a jar. Peter's parents offer to leave a room for him but Walt says he can go and stay with his grandchildren, but they take him to a room with mini trains to stay the night. The commentary says that the room was handpicked from the house of a guy who bragged about his highly expensive train set, and I find it kind of hilarious that they just *happened* to have this ridiculously elaborate train set in their house when irl this kind of set would be so hard to assemble and maintrain maintain.

Peter gets a gift from Denise the mean employee, which is the Mickey mouse doll he wanted to give to Molly in the beginning. Molly recieves ........a new iphone as a present along with an extremely long printed letter with text too small to read, though the commentary reveals it's the signed permission form for the trip that Peter initially didn't want her to go on, as a sign of his character development. Walt and Peter discuss plans for the future.

And then roll credits.

Mid credits we get a scene of the cryogenicists welcoming Steve Jobs frozen head to the Disney company.

Roll patreon credits.

There were some really quotable lines and funny moments, and the moment when Walt sees Madame Leota flying and compares himself to a ghost is genuinely sad, especially when he's talking about his treatment at the hands of the other workers.

The guy playing Walt was definitely the best actor of them all with his impression and expressions, and I can say this because I've watched videos of real Walt. I just wish that they didn't hire an antivaxxer activist to play him. The other acting seemed a bit flat compared to him. And I didn't really enjoy the subplot with Peter being an overly clingy parent. I'm here to see Disney history, not petty family drama.

It's not explained why Peter doesn't want Molly to come with Disneyland with him when he's showing Walt around- he just says no repeatedly. She has to blackmail him with telling the Disney staff that he kidnapped their founder for him to let her join in. And this goes against what was established earlier about his character as an overly clingy parent- wouldn't he want Molly to go, if it meant he could spend more time with her.

Walt giving him a higher position in the company is lowkey dumb as well, because wouldn't that give away that Peter helped him with something? It gets worse after you learn that this isn't the first time Walt persuaded someone to kidnap him, and that person ended up getting a higher position.

They could have explored many more things. How exactly is Walt alive?? Why are decades of frostbite, unconsciousness and decapitation easier to treat than lung cancer? How does he feel about having outlived his children and grandchildren? His wife and brother? The way how Disney is treating his stuff right now? The movie could have explored Walt getting to update himself on how his company and creations are seen, and trying to run things himself. He might have wanted to be carried around so he could micromanage people like he did when he wasn't decapitated.

Maybe the reason why he decided against being immortal at the end is because he doesn't want to watch his loved ones keep dying from old age around him, and wants to hold on to what he has left.

Also, I feel like Walt acted a bit out of character sometimes. Peter's an asshole, I don't feel like he's the kind of person you could trust with your entire life in his hands. Also, why would Walt prioritize seeing a bunch of fireworks over- I don't know- literally fucking dying??? It's framed as a moment where Peter has to let go of being a clingy parent- but let's think about how illogical that is. The movie makes it very clear that Walt cannot go too long being unfrozen, because otherwise he'll thaw out and die for real, and there's plenty more opportunities to see fireworks after the rendezvous. They're literally the easiest fucking thing to see in secret- there's so many places where you can watch in secrecy because they take place in the sky- they're way easier to see than any other attraction and Walt's prepared to risk fucking dying just to see them. This isn't Walt saying he doesn't want to be immortal, this is Walt risking getting defrosted, which is another thing entirely btw.

Also, Walt didn't really seem to care much for Epcot. Which is odd, considering he was planning that damn thing right up on his deathbed. But I'll leave that one slide, seeing as Defunctland's video on Epcot didn't come out until years after the script was written, and shot the theory that Walt Disney froze his head to pieces due to it being clear that he seemingly didn't know he would die in the first place.

And then...

of ALL the people they could have chosen to make an expy of, they chose Bob Iger?? One of the most hated CEOs in modern Disney?? I could make a list of shit that man has done but I don't really want to because it'll give me a headache.

The postcards at the end with Peter and Walt going globehopping are cute though.

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question…? | ls18

"did you wish you'd put up more of a fight when she said it was too much?"

summary: she was just planning a fun night out with her best friends, but an unexpected reunion changes everything

warning: angst, cheating, toxic relationship, swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of a one-night stand, mentions of anxiety, suggestive language

pairing: lance stroll x reader

word count: 3.4k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past.

and with that, I hope you enjoy my first-ever story here! had to start with the song that started this whole idea! as an angst lover myself, expect a lot more to come in the next stories! haha

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I remember

Nervous was an understatement. Y/N wasn't the type of girl to go out clubbing often, at least not anymore. However, she had exhausted all excuses to deny her older sister and her best friend's invitations, leaving her only with the option to finally say yes. One night won't hurt, she thought, probably in an attempt to convince herself.

As she finished getting ready, she stopped to see her reflection in the large mirror leaning against the wall of her bedroom. The chosen dress stood out so easily, not only for the way it fitted perfectly along the curves of her body but also for its stunning dark green colour. She liked what she saw. She felt confident and beautiful for the first time in a long time.

Unconsciously, her hand searched for the silver chain around her neck and touched it gently. A nervous tic that became ordinary in her daily life, seeking some comfort in the delicate piece of jewellery that meant so much to her.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her bedroom door opening, her two companions for that night appearing. Clearly too excited to be sober, they were laughing like this was the best night of their lives, which was partially true. Just the fact that they were finally able to persuade Y/N to go out with them, an idea that had seemed impossible a few days before, was reason enough to celebrate. So why not start partying now and have a few shots while they waited for her?

"Oh. My. God. Who are you?!" "Damn, looking hot, sis!" Maddie and Noa said excitedly, their eyes admiring the look. The three girls laughed, as Y/N took a little spin, showing off jokingly.

"Thank you, thank you!" She said, giggling a little nervously. "Are you guys ready to leave?" She asked, grabbing her small black purse.

"Let's go, bitches! The club awaits us." Maddie announced and grabbed the two sisters by their arms, pulling them along the stairs towards the exit.

They called an Uber and set off toward their destination, knowing full well that none of them had plans to make it to the end of the night with the ability to drive back to the house. It was their night to enjoy and have fun after all.

About twenty minutes later, Y/N's eyes couldn't help but appreciate the glamorous and luminous entrance with some nostalgia, as they waited patiently in line to get in. The contrast between the pink and green neon lights adorned the name of the place. Y/N hadn't been there for months. Too long perhaps, she thought.

As they walked inside through the dark, long hallways to the bar, her heart skipped a beat. What are the odds? What are the chances that it's playing the exact same song from that fateful night? She looked at the other two beside her and saw them start to sing and dance, carefree. They don't even know, snap out of it, Y/N. The young woman gave them a fake smile, trying to look equally unbothered.

But that was a lie.

She still remembered. She still remembered that night when she met him, in that very own bar.

Good girl, sad boy

Big city, wrong choices

We had one thing goin' on

I swear that it was somethin'

'Cause I don't remember who I was

Before you painted all my nights

A color I've searched for since

Her sister quickly managed to get drinks for everyone and pulled them with her onto the dance floor, ensuring the party would go on. The three friends started moving to the music together, laughing and hugging each other. It meant so much to them all to be there with each other. It had been too long since the last time.

However, Y/N couldn't escape the feeling that something was going to happen. Maybe it was just anxiety talking, maybe some kind of premonition. Who knows? Regardless, her right hand escaped again towards her necklace. As soon as she felt the cold from the silver against her skin, she felt a shiver down her spine. You're being ridiculous, Y/N. Forget it.

She tried to let go of all those nervous thoughts. However, she realized it was going to be mission impossible as soon as his face popped into her head. And with that, all the associated feelings. The pain. The heartbreak. Brought by something so unexpected and unplanned... But it was special, it was intense, it was... unique.

"Hey! I know what you're doing, so stop it right now!" Maddie said loudly in her ear, trying to be heard over the music. "C'mon! We're here to have fun. Don't think about him. Forget it, it's been a year." Y/N felt some discomfort in her best friend's voice, maybe even a bit of annoyance. But who was she to judge? Her friend was the one that had to pick up the pieces of her heart after that one-night adventure.

"I know, I know! I promise I'm here to be with you guys, not to be in a bad mood!" Y/N nodded.

"Enjoy yourself! Go dance with that hottie over there! He won't stop looking at you." Noa smirked, joining the conversation.

So you did exactly that. Time passed, her mates nowhere to be seen, as she continued to dance with the young man, whose name she didn't even bother to ask. It's just an innocent flirt, she thought. The front of him against her back, his body heat warming her up. He did try to make some advances, but so far without success.

And then, like a meteor strike, she saw it.

She saw him.

And the whole world stopped just like it did one year before.

But one thing after another

Fuckin' situations, circumstances

Miscommunications and I

Have to say, by the way

I just may like some explanations

And he saw her too, almost like magnets attracted to one another.

He remembered everything. Absolutely everything.

Her soft eyes. Her amazing body. The way it moved. Her contagious laugh. Her sweet voice. Her passionate moans.

The world changed for both of them on that fatidic night, so they just stood there. Staring in shock. They never thought they would see each other again... Especially with the abrupt way that night ended, ruining that once-in-a-lifetime magical and blissful experience.

His eyes strayed from hers, filling with jealousy as he looked at the body behind her. The audacity of this man, the girl thought. And with that, she grabbed the plastic cup in the mystery man's hand beside her, drank it in one go, in search of liquid courage, and started her way towards the man before her.

"Y/N." He whispered, frozen to the ground as she approached him.

"Lance. I just would like some explanations."

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you

But fifteen seconds later, thеy were clappin' too?

Then what did you do?

Wearing a much more conservative dress, clearly stolen from her older sister's closet, Y/N ended up sitting alone in that bar, abandoned by Noa who was somewhere on the dance floor with a random guy. This was not her typical vibe at all and it was her first time in that club. So, she was bored out of her mind, having fun just people-watching.

Her eyes eventually gravitated to a drop-dead gorgeous boy as he took the seat beside her, but she wasn't going to approach him. I could never, she thought. Maybe Noa would, but I could never.

Y/N couldn't help but glance in his direction from time to time, curious. But since she wasn't going to act, fate got to work and the girl ended up losing her balance against him, accidentally pushed by a boy who was too drunk to walk straight.

"I'm so sorry. Someone bumped into me." She looked at him, apologetic. The tanned man, not a word. Just a quick nod and completely ignored her, not even looking at her.

Oh, okay.

She couldn't forget that awkward interaction and, without thinking, spoke in the direction of the brunette.

"Can I ask you a question?"

As their eyes met for the first time, butterflies invaded her stomach.

Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night? Oh

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch her?

It's just a question

"Are you okay? You look sad." She asked, shocked at her own behaviour.

He can't explain it, but for some inexplicable reason, he found himself venting to a complete stranger in a bar about all the stress he felt due to his work. Not mentioning what he actually did, of course. The season was going bad. The worst of his career possibly. But talking to someone who didn't have a clue who he was was refreshing.

And the way she constantly nodded, and said small words, to assure him that she was hearing what he was saying.

She was beautiful. Her flushed cheeks revealed her shyness, but that made her even more charming to him.

Eventually, tired of talking about himself, Lance took a risk and pulled her gently by the hand towards the center of the floor. His arm went around the girl's waist, and her arm followed, circling his neck.

The tension that had been building since the moment Y/N questioned him continued to evolve. Their eyes met, under the club lights, for a few seconds. Until her eyes strayed to the young driver's soft lips and noticing this, Lance kissed her in the middle of the crowded room.

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise

Did you realize out of time?

She was on your mind with some dickhead guy

That you saw that night

But you were on somethin'

"You left." She said, consumed with rage. "You left me. Alone, without explanation. Without a word, a note, a phone number. You just disappeared and now, on this night of all nights, you decide to show up here?"

Her eyes began to sting slightly, tears forming and threatening to fall. His eyes were filled with guilt and regret. Seeing her like this is punishment enough for what I did, he thought.

"It may have been just a one-night stand for you, but not for me. For me, it was so much fucking more." And with that, the young woman stormed out of the club, heading for the exit, leaving Lance speechless, motionless, not knowing what to do.

Don't lose her again, his brain screamed. So he ran after her like his life depended on it. When he finally reached her, he gripped her wrist, harder than he'd anticipated, driven by desperation.

Feeling the man's strength around her hand, she jerked her arm to free herself, pushing his chest for Lance to move away from her. However, her body moved towards his, contradicting herself. Her pain controlled her now, as she began to try to hit him in the chest, tears now flowing freely.

Lance couldn't take it. Not the pain, that I deserve, he thought. But being away from her. So as his hands managed to make her stop, his arms pulled her in, leaning his cheek against her head as she sobbed against his heart.

He could only understand one sentence.

"It may sound impossible, but I swear I fell in love with you that night."

It was one drink after another

Fuckin' politics and gender roles

And you're not sure and I don't know

Got swept away in the gray

I just may like to have a conversation

"And I fell for you too!" His voice rose. He cupped her face gently by her chin, allowing eye contact between the ex-lovers.

"I was in a difficult position, and you know it! It was an impulsive decision that I should never have made, but believe me when I say I regretted it the second I walked out that door!" His unexpected feelings exploded on his face and he was taken completely by surprise, eventually making an irrational choice that had plagued him for months. "I wanted to go back, but I didn't know how to reach you. I felt the same way, I swear on everything sacred in my life. I fell in love that night... and now, looking at you... I know these feelings never went away."

Time has stopped for them. Mirroring the past, they found themselves in the same place, in the same position, hearts beating fast. Almost as if they had never been separated by circumstances and miscommunications.

He smoothed her hair, trying to calm her down, feeling her grip on his shirt. Lance's first tear fell.

For the first time, she heard the words she had been searching for all this time.

"I'm sorry for what I did."

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you

But fifteen seconds later, they were clappin' too?

Then what did you do?

After the kiss, they pulled away, staring at each other for a few seconds. Consumed by the atmosphere between them, it was as if no one else was in the room.

Until Y/N hears a random guy yelling a name. Looking over her shoulder, she saw two boys: one tall, skinny and the other blonde, handsome. "Go, Lance! Get it, my guy!" His friends made fun of him, clapping happily.

She laughed. "I think they are your friends?" The man chuckled nervously, hand behind his neck, and pulled her toward the exit, fingers intertwining.

As soon as she felt the cold outside, she turned to the brunette. "I was so fascinated by you that I totally forgot to ask your name." Embarrassed, and nervous, she continued. "I never do this kind of thing and now I'm kissing someone I don't even know."

He held her face and said softly. "I'm Lance, and you are...?"

"Y/N." She relaxed against his strong hands.

"Well, Y/N, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen."

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch her?

It's just a question

Fuck it, she thought to herself.

"Do you want to get out of here?" She asked, carried away by spontaneity.

Quickly, they ended up at her apartment door, lips pressed together, his hands exploring the curves of her body as Y/N searched for her house keys.

When they entered, she pulled him by his chain to her room. The tension continued to rise, hands and lips exploring their skin as if they were afraid to wake up from what felt like a dream.

Bodies aligned, as well as their souls. It was the two of them, just the two of them in the world during those hours.

However, as they descended from their highs, one of them remained on top of the world, while the other was overcome with guilt. What have I done, Lance thought, as reality hit him.

Working up the courage to look at her, his chest ached as he saw her with the biggest smile on her face, and half-moon eyes. He swallowed nervously.

"I have something to tell you."

Does it feel like everything's just like

Second best after that meteor strike?

And what's that that I heard? That you're still with her?

That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable

And right, but tonight

"You're sorry?" She couldn't help but ask. "That night, you made me feel things I never felt again. You took me to the top of the world… only to throw me down."

She changed. After the heartbreak, she spent months clubbing, hoping to see him again. She looked for him in other bodies. She cried. She screamed. She was never the same.

But worse than that… She never found what he gave her. It had been an experience of a lifetime she knew she would never get over. How many people can say they experienced love at first sight?

They stayed silent for a while until Lance's hands reached her face and he let his forehead touch hers. He sighed, eyes closed, at the comfort of his skin touching hers again.

He noticed the silver detail around her throat. Her necklace. His necklace.

As he was leaning in slowly, afraid to kiss her again after all this time, she interrupted. "Are you still with her?"

Can I ask you a question?

Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room

And every single one of your friends was makin' fun of you

But fifteen seconds later, they were clappin' too?

Then what did you do?

"What the fuck do you mean you are with somebody?" She screamed, jumping out of bed.

"I- I have a girlfriend. I know it sounds bad, but I can explain-" Lance tried to justify his actions, desperate and scared.

With her sheets wrapped around her body, she started to cry. She felt used, and played.

He tried to grab her wrist, preventing her escape, but with no success. "This is too much." She said as she got in her bathroom, locking herself. She just sat there, on the tile floor, as her tears fell freely.

"Please." He pleaded. "Listen to me." Lance tried.

She just stood there, alone with her feelings. After some time, her crying stopped and she was just mad. She stormed out, asking him. "Why?" But she was left shocked.

He was nowhere to be seen. He had left.

With only his necklace left forgotten on her bedside table.

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Oh

Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight, oh (More of a fight)

When she said it was too much?

Do you wish you could still touch her?

It's just a question

"No. I broke up with her shortly after that." Lance admitted. "I couldn't keep you out of my mind. The guilt was eating me alive."

"I tried to talk to you." She told. "I came out of the bathroom, ready to hear you out, but you weren't there anymore."

Lost in their revelations, they both travelled through a thousand "what ifs", wondering how things could have been different.

"I never thought I would see you again." The driver confessed, interrupting.

"Do you wish you'd put up more of a fight?" She asked.

"Every day." He looked deeply into her eyes. "You made me feel complete for the first time in a long time. Only for me to be the one who screwed it up. It was a mistake."

"Do you think I was a mistake?" He can't, her head was spinning, afraid of suffering again.

"Not you. But my actions: the way I acted with you, with her. It was unfair." He admitted.

For the hundredth time that night, she unconsciously touched her necklace, noticing that his hand had found a place there as well.

"I'm sorry, and I hope you'll give me a chance to make up for my mistakes. Even if it takes every day of my life." He whispered, hopeful.

And just like that, she kissed him, putting together the pieces that had been left apart on that magical night.

"This might be the worst idea ever, but I'd love to start over." She spoke honestly, but now with a large smile and only love in her eyes.

He pulled away from her, leaving her confused.

"I'm Lance, and you are…?"

She laughed, holding out a hand for him to shake, playfully. "Y/N."

He ignored her hand. Instead, he pulled her face up to his and let his nose fondly caress hers.

"Well, Y/N, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen."

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 2 years ago

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I always ask this when I get obsessed with one of your OCs but I can't help it because it's so cute and I always love your answers: When did Lucy realize she had a crush on Eddie and vice versa?

I've admittedly have Eddie's realization a bit more planned out

Bit of background, Lucy joins Hellfire her junior year (around season 2). She's heard them having what sounds like a lot of fun, and have been interested in DnD, but Dustin can get a bit defensive of his interests, so she hasn't really played.

Fast forward, she and Eddie have become friends, she's gotten actually pretty good and they're coming towards the end of a campaign

One of the players is down and telling everybody to go so they can finish without him

Lucy, then stands up improvising a whole impassioned speech about not leaving anybody behind and rallying the whole party to go back to save their friend before turning around and defeating the big bad

Eddie has to do everything in his power to keep himself from grinning like an idiot as the Dungeon Master

After Eddie walks her to her car and she kind of nervously is like, "that was a bit much wasn't it?" Thinking that while in the moment it was fun, but she feels like a complete dork.

Eddie assures her that it was not only great, but literally the coolest thing he's ever heard in his entire life

She's quick to dismiss him and he's like, "are you kidding? You're a regular knight in shining pink sweater."

She seems to believe him and it's seeing her smiling and buzzing with excitement that it hits him like a punch to the gut

She gets in her car and drives off and Eddie is left in the parking lot wondering, "what the hell?"

For Lucy, it takes a bit longer

I keep going back and forth on whether it's towards the end of her junior year she puts it together or the summer before her senior year

I think it happens when they get on the subject of what they’re going to do once they graduate

Eddie knows 85 isn’t his year, but he’s betting on 86

He starts talking about gettin in his van the second the ceremony is over and driving straight to LA

He’ll set up his amp right in front of Capitol Record if he has to and force someone to pay attention

Lucy laughs and tells him she’d like to see that

Eddie is like, might have to wait until we play The Garden, you’re going to go off to New York, land a starring role in your first audition of there is any justice in the world, just make sure to save me some tickets

Lucy smiles along, but something feels different, maybe because that date is getting closer, but realizing there’s the very real possibility of never seeing Eddie again hits her right in the chest

She gets home and spends the whole night dissecting why she feels this way; Eddie is her friend, obviously she’d miss him but the longer she lays their staring at the ceiling the clearer the picture becomes

She doesn’t just like Eddie, she likes him

It’s then she grabs her pillow and screams out muffled curses, this can’t be happening

#stranger things #stranger things oc #lucy henderson #eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x henderson!oc #eddie munson x reader

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years ago

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A ball| Tup

Note: they did not need to make him that Pretty

Warnings: no not really, just Tup and Y/n fallin in love and steamy scene at the very end but kinda not really, also this is really long

Reader: female

Part 1 | 2 (in the works)

"Checkmate," Satine spoke.

"Damn it..." Y/n muttered, hand on her chin as Satine had one yet again another game.

Satine smiled at her, as Y/n tried reading the board seeing how it had exactly happened.

"Duchess, excuse me." A guard interrupted their leisurely game outside in the guards of the castle.

"It's no problem, what seems to be the problem?" Satine questioned.

"The preparations for the ball are underway, the royal seamstress says your outfits are done and asks if you both can approve of them."

"Yes of course," Satine spoke, two more guards walking up with boxes.

"Oh. no, I'm quite okay," Y/n responded, resetting the black and clear glass pieces.

"Y/n, you are turning 19, my dear, you'll need to look presentable," Satine spoke.

"Dutchess I believe I look presentable, I'm quite comfortable like this as well," Y/n told.

"I know my sweet child, you've always been comfortable with the bare minimum, but please, let me spoil you for one day," Satine responded.

Y/n was quiet as she set the final piece down, "very well..."

Satine smiled as she stood up to look inside the box and approve the dress, Y/n sat in thought, Satine wasn't her mother, no they looked drastically different after all, Y/n had been left in a bush in the palace gardens, Satine finding the child alone and in silence, busying herself with one of the flowers. Satine had gladly kept the child inside the palace walls until a parent came along, but no one ever came and Satine was suddenly a mother.

"Mistress." The guard spoke snapping her out of thought.

"Oh uh, yes." Y/n spoke standing up from her seat, and looking at the creme outfit with barely a glance, "Yes, it's beautiful, tell the Seamstress 100 thanks."

The guard nodded covering the box as they all bowed and left, Satine frowned, "Come walk. Let's talk my daughter."

"General Skywalker, do, do we really have to go as well?" Tup questioned, droids handing them all dark blue suits almost black in color, and matte.

"Yes, Obi-Wan was double security at this event for the Dutchess, and I agree with him," Anakin spoke, "Separatist parties will be there, Duchess Satine has a knack for being able to convince people, and with Padame they're practically an unstoppable team."

"But," Tup spoke, "Sir a, a party?"

"Diplomatic party, you'll be fine Tup."

Anakin then walked away to let his boys get ready and go get himself ready.

"I look good," Fives spoke checking himself out in the mirror.

"It's nice to wear something besides armor." Hardcase commented, "Makes me feel like a civie."

"A civie that just has thousands of replicas." Dogma argued.

"Oh get the stick out your ass," Jesse argued, "We can have fun for the one time in our life on the job,"

"Hey," Kix placed a hand on Tup's shoulder, "You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah," Tup spoke, "Crowds, uh aren't my thing."

"I'll make sure Rex posts you on the patio outside, you won't be around too many people then," Kix told.

"No, It's fine, I'm on the job- I'll, uh...just focus on that," Tup responded.

"Are you sure?"

Tup nodded as Kix returned the nod in understanding, going back to dressing himself, Tup went over to his bunk to dress, he'd admit, even though he was the same as everyone else in that room, he still felt shy, being a bit leaner than the others he started pulling his armor off to dress in the new outfit, simply putting the outfit over his blacks.

"What- No! Hey I want a titty window!" Fives argued.

"No," Echo demand, buttoning up his brother's shirt fixing Fives vest as well.

Tup stayed silent as he buttoned up the shirt, tucking it into the slacks and putting on the matching vest.

"OH Ho HO!" Fives whistled, "Look at Tup!"

"Yeah, thanks," Tup spoke, fixing the collar of his shirt, and pushing up the sleeves.

"Come on! Let your hair down! We're going somewhere fancy!"

"I'm good." Tup spoke

"He's way to excited for this." Dogma protested causing Tup to chuckle.

"You look nice." Tup commented.

"Uh. Yeah I guess." Dogma spoke.

The two had gotten close due to one another due to being not only regular troopers with no rank, but due to there quietness.

"OH HO HO! LOOK WHO JUST CAME IN! GENERAL TANO!"

The boys turned there head whistling playfully.

"Bad bitch is the house."

She wore a pinstrip pant suit, the lines orange on white fabric and a pair of heels. She laughed.

"We're almost there." She spoke, "Skyguy wants us on the transports now."

Tup followed suit of everyone else. Everyone doing as asked, it was odd, seeing everyone dressed up all fancy and nice.

Y/n sighed.

"Look up madame. They'll be plenty fine gentlemen there." A maid tried to pursuade, "or a woman if you'd prefer."

"Yes. I know." Y/n responded mindlessly, nose stuck in the book about game tactics, her goal to be her mother, "mhm. I've never tried that before."

The maid sighed finishing y/n's hair in the crowned braid.

"Look look beautiful."

"Mhm."

The maid frowned, and there was a knock on the door. It opened as Satine came in, the maid bowing and leaving quickly.

"You're nose still stuck in a book. You remind me much of Obi-wan."

"Is the party over yet?" Y/n questioned flipping the page.

"It hasnt even began my dear." Satine spoke, expecting a comment back Y/n kept silent sitting infront of her simple vanity it black in color and matched the bench she sat on.

Satine walked over, taking the open spot next to Y/n.

"What is wrong me dear?" Satine inquired, "You don't avidly read strategic books unless something is wrong."

Y/n sighed, marking the book with a string and setting it down.

"I. I just don't wish to go." Y/n responded.

"It is much bigger than that isn't it?" Satine refered, catching Y/n in her lie.

"I." Y/n sighed, "I am nervous."

"For what my darling?"

"People." Y/n responded, "I. This. People...it's...I dont have the skills."

"Well of course you do,"

"I've never been out the palace walls, I've never fallen in love, I've never been taken advantage of- I just- Don't know anything about people," y/n defended "I've never even seen another sential species besides the holograms and images in my books that use words. I know every launage out there but have never met there people- I-"

"Calm down, take a deep breathe." Satine soothed, "everything will be fine. I will be at your side. The whole time, and you know me. Don't you?"

Y/n nodded as Satine smiled, "You're turning 19 my dear, becoming a young woman. You can do this, and I will guide you through whatever you ask."

Y/n only nodded once more, "now. Lets put our. Pain killing heels on and make haste shall we? Guest are arriving and I'd like to introduce you to your very first group of friends, but first."

Y/n watched as Satine pulled out a box, "I had something much. Much more elaborate my birthday, but you I know. Like to keep things as simple as possible."

Y/n took the small box in hand. Opening the golden box there was a small golden crown, it reminded her of a laurel wreath, yet without as many leaves, a few littered around the gold band with a stone that was ment to set on her forehead.

"For you're love of nature a green stone." Satine spoke.

"Its beatiful, thank you." Y/n spoke softly pulling it out of its box.

"Allow me." Satine spoke, y/n handing it over and bowing her head, Satine with a smile set the item on her head.

Y/n raised her head back up, "quiet beatiful you have become."

Y/n smiled smallly, "now. Shall we make haste? To make new friends?"

Y/n nodded smally as Satine smiled.

With that they were off, y/n following Satine dressed up nice, and thanked maker for the soleless sandles given to her instead of heels.

Y/n wouldn't lie, when General Kenobi arrived as they walked out onto the royal landing pad she found no interest in him, bowing her head respectfully, she did the same with Anakin. A bit more intrigued with Ashoka, but nothing pictures hadn't depicted. A man stood next to Anakin, who was soon introduced as Captain Rex. Y/n welcomed and thanked him for coming, but besides that, she was silent during the conversation.

"Sir, apologies for interrupting."

"It's fine, Jesse go ahead," Anakin spoke, Y/n watching the man with a large tattoo on his face gave a brief report to his general as the two joined the tight group of talkers.

Y/n was intrigued with the man next to him, hair tied back in a bun as his brother in arms talked. He too seemed the silent type, staying behind Jesse's shoulder rather than next to him, it was a slight difference Y/n realized.

"Lady Y/n, these are two are some of my finest men, Jesse and Tup."

"Lady Y/n" Jesse spoke bowing his head.

"Nice to meet you," Tup spoke nervously, his hand outreached for a handshake, Jesse quickly pulling his brother's hand down who was already a nervous wreck.

"Apologies for my brother! He doesn't know how to act!" Jesse scolded elbowing Tup slightly who was already shaming himself mentally and Y/n could sense it, but Jesse was already dragging him away with an insane amount of apologies as he left.

Y/n watched as they got far enough away to where Jesse had started to drag Tup by the collar of his shirt.

"Lively bunch aren't they?" Satine questioned Y/n who nodded.

"My apologies Duchess, Lady Y/n. The 501st is not very big on tradition, and neither is there general." Obi-Wan scolded as Anakin shrugged.

"It's okay." Y/n finally spoke up, causing heads to turn, "I, um, apologizes. Duchess if I may."

"Yes, you can go ahead," Satine spoke worried for the girl as she rushed off quickly.

"Will she be okay?" Ashoka questioned.

"She has no social skills, and on top that, no friends her age," Satine spoke solemnly, "I wish to help her but she's a closed book."

"Have I got the perfect trooper for her to make friends with," Anakin responded

"You're not sending Fives or Hardcase over to her, if anyone to watch her it'll be Cody, at least he can stay on task," Obi-wan argued.

"I think me and my master have the same idea," Ashoka smirked.

"I- I'm sorry general- Me?" Tup questioned.

"Yes I need a clone with Lady Y/n at all times, and since she seems to like you after a slip up that could have cost us a whole war," Anakin spoke, "You're watching her,"

"General! I. I can't watch her! I. I. I. I have patrol!" Tup tried to argue.

"Kix is on patrol now, she's supposedly back in her room," Anakin spoke.

"Her- what!?" Tup argued.

"one of the guards will escort you thanks again."

"Wait! General!" Tup argued but he was walking away and waving to Tup happily.

"Are you the clone trooper known as Tup?" A guard asked walking up to him.

"yes, but wait a minute!-"

"This way."

Tup had no option but to follow a guard at his back and his front as they escorted him to the room. Anxiety racked his body, his hands clammy and squeezing each other as he gulped, the guards stopping and knocking.

"Mistress your escort is here."

"Oh, yes," Y/n spoke quietly, "He may come in alone."

The guards posted outside her room as Tup pushed one of the doors opened, he walked in silently and closed the door behind him carefully.

Looking straight on the large french doors were opened to a patio. Walking towards the open doors he found Y/n sitting on the floor a stack of books beside her with a chessboard by her side, her knees raised to her chest as her dress was laid out around her.

"I'm uh, your guard for the dance," Tup spoke, his thumb pressing into his palm.

"You can go back, I'm not going," Y/n told him, her mouth and jaw covered by her arms propped on her knees.

"oh, uh..." Tup spoke, not knowing what to do.

Y/n looked beside her, "You can sit, maybe you'll get in less trouble that way?"

He nodded in agreement, taking a seat on one side of the chess board. They sat in silence against the wall. Tup looking down at the pieces of the board set up on their respective sides, his clammy hands couldn't help but move a piece. Y/n looked overhearing the crystal click on the board. Looking down she picked up a piece and moved it, Tup moving his next piece without a word. Y/n looked down at the board, her legs falling from her chest and onto the ground flat as she looked over in thought. Picking up her next piece she took his pawn, setting it down on the side. As they played they could hear the talk of guests starting to come to the palace. Due to where Y/n's room was it wasn't much to hear, just the occasional burst of loud laughter.

"Ah yes! Yes!" One laughed spoke loudly, "I love the stars!"

Y/n suddenly came with an outburst the came with the man's hearty laugh, "I have loved the stars to foundly-"

"-to be fearful of the night." Tup finished moving his next piece.

Y/n's moved her gaze up softly then chuckled, "Mythology lover?"

"When I have the time, I mostly learn through tell and hear," Tup responded watching Y/n capture another piece.

It was silent again as Tup captured yet another piece, his eyes drifting over to her stack of books. Eyes glancing over the titles.

"H.P Lovecraft?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding.

"I find his stories interesting, I enjoy the horror genere as a whole." Y/n smiled moving her next peice, "do you like horror?"

Tup nodded, "I do occasionally, again hear and tell mostly."

Y/n nodded, "come with me."

Y/n stood up, walking into her room, Tup watching her.

"Come on." Y/n gestured holding out a hand for him.

He took it gently and was pulled up from his spot on the floor. Y/n led him by the hand into her room and towards a wall pushing on a certain spot a small door opened. Y/n leaned down walking through the door as Tup followed, Y/n closed the door behind them.

"Woah."

Y/n smiled, "the palace library."

"I am the only one who's ever in here." Y/n contuined.

The two walked side by side, out from the side of the room and into the center of the room. Tup turned around to speak, but he watched her pass a dusty window, the sun set passing in through cobwebs and dusty, shining on her think crown, her dress flowly and made up of multiple thin layers of fabric.

He gulped as she turned her head, stopping in her spot.

"What's wrong?"

"I," he started but stopped for a momment, "My name, its. It's Tup. I don't know if you-"

"Remember you?" Y/n questioned, "I do."

She walked up to him a hand extended, "Y/n."

He smiled as they shook hands.

"Tup." He introduced himself once again as they chuckled lightly.

They pulled away, Y/n's hands clasped infront of her.

"Well Tup its very nice to meet you again."

"Its nice to meet you too Lady Y/n."

"Lady Y/n!"

She took a quick step back from her closeness with Tup, clearing her throat.

"Oh thank maker..." the gaurd spoke under his breathe, "the duchess wishes for you to greet your guest."

Y/n nodded softly, "Well. Let's go?"

Tup nodded, the two leaving side by side in silence. They two making there way down to the main set of doors which led to the throne room.

"Lady Y/n." Obi-wan spoke, "The Duchess ask I escort you in while introduced."

"Oh." Y/n spoke looking at Tup he gave her an akwards thumb up, she chuckled and smiled at him with a nod.

Y/n smiled Obi wan extending an arm, Y/n linking arms with the Jedi General. The doors opened as they walked forward.

"Introducing Lady Y/n! Daughter of Dutchess Satine! Next in line for the throne!"

Y/n and Obi-wan walked forward people clearing a straight shot to her mother. Her and Obi-wan walked forward, feeling the stares on her she kept silent. It soon because uncomfortable, feeling the gaze more than just simple admiration or awe. She tensed as they walked making her to the steps to Satines throne. She pulled away from Obi-wan, bowing her head to her mother as she walked up, a smaller throne simplistic like how Y/n liked it and took a simple seat, she watched Tup sneak into the room carefully standing next to a man who had a medical band on his arm with his suit, before everyone started to fill the room again.

Satine stood up, she was making a speech Y/n zoned out, it was a greeting, thanking everyone personally for coming to celebrate Y/n's transition into womenhood.

"That's why I am glad to speak, Y/n's hand is extended for potential marraige candidates!"

Y/n sat up shocked, and Satine thanked everyone once again and took a seat. Everyone going back to chatting.

"Excuse me!? Marraige?" Y/n argued.

"It is a formality you do not have to marry anyone."

"Im not taking anyone into consideration," Y/n defended, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat.

"Lady Y/n-"

"No." Y/n spoke, she was beyond annoyed.

"Thank you for your time..." he spoke bowing his head and walking away heart broken.

Y/n rejected any man that came up to try and give there hand to her.

Tup watched from afar, Kix and Dogma by his side. Men contuined to go up to her and as more and more did she seemed more and more irratated. He quickly walked away from his brothers would watched him out of confusion.

Watching him walk up to the thrown he started walking up the steps.

"Y/n," Tup spoke, holding a hand out for her, "I'd like to spend time with you, perhaps a dance?"

"Hey! Buddy wait in line!" A man argued but Y/n looked at Tup thanks in her eyes.

The lighting on him seemed perfect, he back lit perfectly, his eyes holding a smile along with his lips. Y/n grabbed his hand lightly as Tup helped her up, the two walking down the stairs hand in hand.

"Thank you." Y/n spoke they now in the crowd of people.

"Seems you needed it," Tup answered as Y/n chuckled.

"To the libary?"

"Actually," Tup spoke quietly, "I'd...like to have a dance with you."

Y/n flushed, "t-that sounds good. Yeah."

It was almost on cue did everyone backed up circling people who wanted to dance, Y/n and Tup in the center of it.

"Um. Tup." Y/n spoke.

"Hm?"

"Do you know how to dance?"

"Oh. Uh." Tup spoke, "no actually, do. Do you?"

Y/n shook her head no. The two laughing together as the music started.

"Suppose we should act like we're doing and maybe we'll fall in?" Y/n laughed.

Tup smiled in return, "I suppose."

The music started as they watched other, a simple waltz. Y/n and Tup luckily able to copy others, hands which once were placed in hand on on him, soon became more intimate, fingers intertwining. Tup's hand moving from her hip to the small of her back, she leaning into his touch just a bit more.

"Not bad." Y/n spoke softly, "we're doing decent."

Tup chuckled softly in return, "I suppose us clones learn quick."

"Clone?" Y/n questioned, "you're a clone?"

Tup looked at her confused, "You. You don't know that?" He questioned confused.

"I." Y/n spoke, "I don't mean to sound, uh, Rude."

Tup frowned, maybe she was an avid clone hater?

"I um. Havent payed much attention, to your face, my apologies." Y/n spoke, a flush coming to her cheeks.

"Am I offensive?" Tup questioned.

"No. No. Not at all." Y/n spoke, "On the contrary actually. I. Find you most appealing, your. Voice and presence is quiet soothing. You're a good man."

It was Tup's turn to flush, spinning her around softly as everyone else did. Her dress picking up just the slightest at the ends. Pulling her back into his grasp, it was sudden for both of them, there chest pressed up against one another, faces close, Tup's hand now across the small of her back grabbing her other hip as he lowered her into a dip, Y/n's arm around his neck as he did.

The claps of everyone was muffled in there ears.

Tup's nose brushing against hers as he tilted his head softly, Y/n stopping him with a hand on hie jaw , and she was raised up again in a flash.

"I. Im sorry" Tup apologized, everyone still clapping as Y/n bowed to him red faced.

"I...must go." Y/n spoke quickly rushing away and into the crowd.

"Wait!" Tup called rushing after her, she rushing out the throne room.

"My lady-"

"Im quiet fine a game of tag is all." Y/n defended rushing off, the urge of wanting Tup so bad fueling her feet as she ran from him.

Tup rushed looking both ways, "Which way did she go?"

"Left sir-"

Tup rushed after her, his shoes clicking against the marble floors of the palace as he ran. Seeing her take a turn up ahead he called her name once more, following her quick steps, she rushed into her ungaurded room and closing the door behind her.

Making it to the doors he panted for a moment, soon calming his breath he knocked on the door.

"Please! Y/n I did not mean to upset you!" He begged, "I. I should have asked asked you! I should have never just jumped into it!"

Y/n quiet as she leaned against the door, her body pressed up against it to keep it closed, he seemed genuinely angered with himself, and worried for her.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Tup spoke softly, "I...just..."

Y/n stayed silent listening.

"I. Seen you for the first time walking up with my brother to report to General Skywalker..." he informed, "I had no idea someone could look so beautiful until I seen you, then. Well then we started that chess game."

Y/n's cheeks grew red as she listened, her heart starting to drop its quickly put up walls.

"You just spoke and It was beautiful. I. I'm not good with words either. I." He sighed, "I didn't realize someone like me could have so much in common with you... half the time my brothers don't like any same things as me. And we're all copies of each other."

The knot in her stomach grew as she gulped, "I. Tup. Its not that I'm mad at you."

Tup was surprised to hear an answer, "I. I think you're quiet beatiful, I. I just...I've never..."

"Y/n you do not need to explain yourself to me." Tup told her.

"Just. Let me finish." Y/n spoke calmly, "I've, well. Tup. I. I. I've never kissed anyone."

Y/n stopped waiting for a laugh, or even a 'yeah right', but she got a sincere chuckle trying to break the ice, "neither have I."

It was a surpise to Tup when the door opened softly, Y/n's flushed face being seen due to the light of the hall.

"Are you okay?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding her gaze to the floor.

"We're you being..serious?" Y/n questioned softly.

Tup nodded, growing nervous himself.

"Would you..umm. like too?" Y/n questioned, "kiss me?"

"I..um." tup spoke his face full red, "yes.."

Y/n opened up the door a bit more so he could come in, taking the hint he walked in the room dark. His eyes not having to adjust as the French doors which were uncovered let in moonlight.

Y/n closed the door quietly, locking it behind her so they'd be uninterrupted. He turned his head watching her walk towards him.

Oh maker.

They stood infront of each other nervously, refusing to make eye contact. Y/n with a shaking hand reached out her hand, her fingers dancing along his shoulder as he looked down.

"Tup. I." Y/n spoke, her other arm following her first one on the other side of his head his hands slipping onto her hips.

Nerves in a bundle they tensed in one anothers arms, faces leaning in slowly, noses brushed up against one another. A few of Tup's fingers tapped and tilted her face to the side as he tilted his own face the other way.

"Tup...Im nervous." Y/n whispered against his lips, "what happens if...if i like it too much?"

"I'll do anything you ask me..." he mummbled her hot breathe hitting his lips.

It was silent for another momment, Y/n's eyes slolwy closing as Tup's followed. They leaning in the small space as there lips pressrd against each others. The bundle of nerves melting away and falling into ribbions that slowly started to knot.

The kiss was, cute, nothing more than pressing there lips against one another and then pulled away little space between there lips, a new found hunger filled the both of them, Tup pressing forward in a much more passionate kiss, y/n kissed back, lips dancing against one another. Y/n pushed into Tup. Breathe heavy through the armature kisses. Tup mindlessly picked Y/m up, her legs wrapping around his waist as they contuined to kiss. Walking over to her bed he placed her down carefully, climbing over her body.

Kiss only breaking for air, "Do. Do you want this?" Tup questioned, things had moved awfully fast and turned into a one night stand, love filled relationship neither could explain.

Y/n nodded, "Only from you"

"Are you sure? I don't want you unsatisfied." Tup spoke honestly.

"If its you I'll never be unsatisfied." Y/n told him, the two kissing again, Tup holding his like a peice of glass under him.

"I love you." Tup whispered against her lips.

"I love you too Tup." She spoke back. Tup kissing her once more.

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chrisevansgoodgirl · 4 years ago

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i've heard allegations 'bout your reputation, i'll show you my shadows if you show yours

summary: requested (like a year ago, sorry!) Reader and Andy getting in a legitimate fight or maybe flirting in front of him with one of his colleagues to get under his skin because he hasn’t touched her in weeks from being so busy jealous Andy would be so dominant I’m weak i took some liberties and set it at the christmas eve party at andy’s office.

warnings: andrew barber being r o u g h 😩 😩 😩 and jealous 😩 and mean bc i just so deeply want this man to yell at me and pull my hair bc he’s an angry daddy, however, he is not called daddy in this story bc i don’t do it unless you guys ask me to. so smut, and he’s in charge and i’m dead about it. more videos being made bc apparently that’s on my mind.

word count: around 7,500

pairing: andy barber x reader

a/n: i hate that it took me so long to post this but here i am, almost a month late with a christmas eve party story. i have very little shame tbh.

You were not unreasonable, no matter what Andy claimed. You could always admit what was your fault—which was about 80% of all disagreements—but Andy had his faults, too. Tonight? Well, you weren’t innocent…but you were not the only one to blame.

This was the third Christmas party he had taken you to. The first year had not completely been his doing. Lynn had been bothering him about it and he would have gotten away with pretending it just wasn’t possible had Lynn not run into you at the coffee shop near Andy’s house.

You had been accustomed to Andy by then. He didn’t put distance between you two because he wanted to, he just simply wasn’t the best at getting close. You practically forced him into sometimes, and it had never gone wrong, so he trusted you. A lot.

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to say that much longer. You had your moments, those situations where you pushed him just a little too far. Not so far that he was angry about it, but far enough that you ended up with a sore ass and maybe a few finger-shaped bruises on your skin.

As if that was an incentive to stop?

Lately, things had been…off. Andy was working on a big case, one that he had just finished the day before. You expected that he was going to come home and make up for not having touched you in 17 days. Yet, that didn’t happen.

You weren’t trying to complain too much. The “honeymoon phase” was something that could not be applied to your relationship because you were as happy as any other day, you loved him more and more as time went on, and you guys always had sex. Always.

But there were the cases that sometimes threw a slight pause in that. That was fine, you understood and it wasn’t like you were with Andy for sex. You loved that man so fucking much, you could deal with some neglect for a little bit. Emphasis on a little bit.

17 days with no immediate plans to remedy it was crossing a line. So, on the 18th night, the night of his office Christmas party, after he merely kissed your head, told you that you looked beautiful, and didn’t fuck you in your tiny, sparkly dress, you also wanted to cross a line. A specific line because it was hard to get a reaction out of him any other way.

Andrew Barber was a jealous man. It was something you never played with because he was jealous. He wasn’t some immature idiot who was going to cause a scene, but he would interrogate you about people he felt were “suspicious”.

On your way to the party, he had wanted to catch up. He felt like this was the first time he was able to breathe since he was put on the case, and he had noticed some distance between you two. You told him about the very basic parts of your day—work, friends, family.

When he placed his hand on your thigh, you had to wonder if this was a game. Why hadn’t he fucked you? Was he trying to make you beg? That was something Andy thoroughly enjoyed, and you trusted him so much that you rarely ever knew when he was doing it. If you stopped to think about it, you would probably find a few times he’d managed to get away with it.

He let you hold his hand and to avoid having to pull away from you, he told you when to move the gear shift. It was cute, too cute for how long you two had been together, but Andy seemed willing to indulge you. He always did when he could.

But as soon as he got to the party, there was more work talk and he had basically pawned you off on Lynn. She was thrilled, of course, she rarely had time for friendships, but she valued Andy, and because of that, she loved you almost as much as he did.

It had been two hours by the time you were completely fed up. Lynn had decided she was about to head out, so she was making her rounds, and that meant that you were stuck with the other partners. Men, women, they were all talking about how great their lawyers had been lately.

Yet, reminder, you hadn’t been fucked in nearly 18 days. You weren’t going to sit around and listen to that for the whole night, you innocently decided to wander a bit. Andy was talking about his case and seemed almost oblivious to your presence. Why did he even bring you? He was the one that reminded you about it, you probably wouldn’t have realized it had gone by until well into next year since work was so hectic.

Regardless, without an answer, you were left to entertain yourself. What else were you supposed to do? Just sit around all night and not speak to anyone? Andy was a complicated man and he had only a handful of people at the job that he liked, but fewer people that he disliked. Most people, he felt indifferent about, and those were the pawns for your current game.

You flit all around the party, laughing, talking to everyone, and though you saw him seeking out your whereabouts every now and then, there was no reaction at all. He didn’t care that some of these sleazy men were staring at your cleavage or your legs—two things he should have done earlier but did not.

By the time you’d nearly spoken to everyone, you felt…possessed, there was no better way to describe it. You were mad and confused and tired, and till the day you died, you would swear on everything you held sacred, the following was not part of your plan. You simply had no other choice than to go along with it when it practically fell in your lap.

Andy hadn’t noticed your best attempts but as soon as Neal was standing in front of you, he was watching. You had not and would not have gone to Neal, it was the other way around. He was possibly picking up on all your sadness and desperation, he was probably able to spot attention-seeking from a mile away since he pulled those kinds of stunts regularly.

Andy was finally paying attention to you and that was why you didn’t walk away. Your boyfriend could deny it all he wanted, but you saw something in his eyes. There was that anger, of course, but there was also that dark gleam. The one that he had when he liked to lay you out under him and remind you who you belong to.

That was all you wanted, that was the only reasoning behind your actions. You didn’t think you’d done anything wrong, not until you laughed at something Neal said and he laughed back, and then he touched your shoulder.

And that was when you knew things had gone too far. You crossed a line, and you should have known better than even trying to use Neal. Because he envied Andy to no end, understandably. Why wouldn’t he try to flirt with you? No one got Andy as angry as Neal, and you should have just put your ego aside and spoken to your boyfriend.

But that window had closed and your time for being a mature, communicating adult was over. You quickly broke away from Neal after that and Andy took only seconds before he was dragging your ass out of that party and to the car.

You weren’t sure what to do. Pretend you didn’t know what the big deal was? Maybe just start blurting out apologies. He opened the car door for you, ushered you in, and then got into the driver’s seat in complete silence.

Andy had been mad at you before, but he had never been so angry he wouldn’t look at you or speak to you. He was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. His jaw set, brow furrowed, shoulders tense—he stayed that way the entire drive.

Andy wasn’t like this, he usually always had his temper in control. You were worried because you were one of the few people Andy sincerely trusted. It would devastate you if this gave him pause.

When he stopped the car, it became uncomfortably silent. It had taken you almost a minute to decide where you wanted to take this. “Andy, I’m—”

“Don’t apologize.”

“But I am s—”

“Get upstairs, take your dress off, and wait for me on the bed.”

Shit. You fumbled with the handle for a moment, scurrying inside and up the stairs. This was everything that you had wanted, wasn’t it? Then why the fuck were you nervous? Why were you shaking? Why did the idea of a black hole appearing and swallowing you sound so appealing?

You took off your dress and hung it back in your closet. You’d only been in it for a few hours, that didn’t warrant an actual wash. Shakily, you made your way back to the bed and sat there. What about your bra and panties? He hadn’t said. Your shoes? Fuck, what were you supposed to do?

Andy walked in and flipped on the light.

Idiot, why hadn’t you done that?

He made his way to the dresser off to the side of the bedroom, he removed his jacket first, then his cuff links and his tie. He started rolling up his sleeves and you had to look away.

You turned down to your lap. “You didn’t tell me if you wanted me to keep anything else on.”

“I also didn’t tell you that you could speak,” he asserted.

Your stomach dropped, the mere thought of not following his directions was unsettling. When Andy got like this, you wanted to do what he told you to. You wanted him to think you were his good girl. Any time you failed at absolute perfection, you didn’t take it well.

You didn’t know if you should apologize or remain silent. You were wringing your hands, something you became aware of only when he made his way in front of you and placed his hands over yours. You startled slightly, looking up at him.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, keeping your head tilted back. “Are you nervous?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. You didn’t want him to feel bad because you were feeling some type of way. You also didn’t want to think this had anything to do with him. He’d never given you reason to be nervous.

“Are you scared?”

“Kind of.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He leaned down, face directly in front of yours. “Before we start, I need you to understand that you’ve never disappointed me. Okay?”

You nodded. “Okay.” That didn’t really help as much as he probably thought it would. Even if you hadn’t disappointed him, there was always the chance that you would. And you weren’t sure he was being completely honest anyway. Neal? What the fuck was wrong with you?

“You don’t need to be nervous or scared, just be completely honest with me.”

“Of course.” You would never lie to him.

“Who do you belong to?”

Your answer was immediate, you didn’t even need to think about it. Recalling life before you met Andy was a bit blurry. Who had you been? Where? What had you wanted? “You.”

“So,” he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, “this mouth…”

“Is yours,” you confirmed.

He hummed, fingers trailing from your face all the way down, between your breasts, over your stomach, stopping at the band of your panties. He paused, noting the shakiness in your breath, the goosebumps on your skin, your hands that were gripping the sheets.

Abruptly, his hand dropped to where you had been expecting it to. Your breath hitched and your hips jumped off the bed, desperate for his touch.

He made a small noise of disapproval and you hurriedly settled back down on the bed. “This pussy? Is that mine, too?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pulled your panties off to the side and his fingers ran up your wet skin at an agonizing pace. He brought them up to his lips and his tongue slipped out to taste you. He smiled because you had managed to stay almost completely still, apart from a bit of squirming. “You’re such a good girl, baby. You know that’s one of my favorite things about you, how good you are for me.”

That gave you these awful butterflies and you felt hot everywhere. That was all you ever needed to hear. His hand returned to your center and his first finger slid into you. You looked down to see but he grabbed your jaw again and turned you back up.

“Keep watching me, baby.”

He liked to test you, you knew that. He would give you an order and try to make you disobey him. This time, when his hand fell away from your face, you forced yourself to keep your head tilted. You ignored that burning part of you that wanted to see his fingers pushing in and pulling out, covered in what was dripping from your pussy.

You focused on just feeling. One thick finger was slowly working you open for him, he always stretched you out as much as he could meaning you had to be prepared for some teasing. He prioritized this because he was big and he knew it—and you had been smitten enough before he fucked you, but after, there wasn’t a second of the day your body didn’t crave Andy’s.

Despite how rough Andy could be with you, and how generally tough he was, he liked to baby you. Sometimes, he liked treating you as delicately as one would a bouquet of flowers. He could see a lot of comparisons if he really thought about it. You were beautiful, soft, and smelled so sweet. And if he didn’t pay attention to you, well, he’d been reminded of those consequences at the party.

You kept your eyes on his the entire time. You didn’t falter when he added his second finger, nor when he curled his fingers against that spot inside you, nor when his thumb pressed down firmly on your clit.

He pressed one hand down on your shoulder, a cue to lie back. After you had obliged, he pulled his fingers out of you and told you to open your mouth. You instantly did so, closing around his fingers as soon as they were in your reach.

He pressed his fingers down and kept going until your body jerked and the noise of you gagging echoed in the room. “I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my cock, baby girl.”

You eagerly sat up, still sucking on his fingers as you pulled his belt apart, yanked the button of his pants open, and tore down the zipper. Glancing up at him to look for any signs that you didn’t have his permission to proceed, you pushed his pants and boxers down cautiously until his cock was out.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth and nodded. “Go ahead, baby.”

You moved back on the bed and situated yourself onto your stomach, propping up on your elbows. One hand wrapped around his hard length and you let the tip of your tongue come out to catch the precum dripping from his tip.

He released a shaky breath, hands at his sides because he wanted you running the show. For a while, a least. He didn’t want to guide you, he wanted to see how exactly you were going to make up for your slight misstep at the party.

You ran your tongue up his shaft lightly, feigning that whole soft act that you knew he loved. It wasn’t so much an act, but you had been bent over his desk, hair pulled, ass spanked, both holes thoroughly used. But you liked soft, too. You liked slow and gentle mornings, whispered words, careful touching. You liked whatever he wanted to give you.

You closed your lips around just the head of his cock and sucked. Unlike all other men you had been with, Andy was as patient as a saint. He loved when you teased him. Once, he had you edge him with your mouth for nearly an hour and thinking about how he fucked you after still made your toes curl.

His eyes closed and he sighed. “Fuck, baby.” His hand lightly settled on the back of your head. “So good, I could fuck your mouth for the rest of my life.” He didn’t push you down, he just ran his hand through your hair over and over because he knew how much you liked him to play with your hair.

But then his hold tightened and he pulled you off, much to your dismay. He noted your pout and pleading eyes but was kind enough not to taunt you about them. “Get on your back, sweetheart.”

You knew what he wanted as soon as he stepped away. You quickly climbed up toward the edge of the bed and rolled over, bending your neck over the mattress. You automatically opened your mouth for him, but he placed his hands on your shoulders first.

“Relax.” He leaned over and ran his hands along your arms, setting them on the mattress. He pressed your thighs down, waiting until you had lost all the tension in your body. He curled his hand around his length and stroked several times with a loose hand and a slow pace.

You watched in utter fascination. It never failed to get you wet when Andy showed so much control, over himself, over you. He was in charge of every little thing and you could tell that he got off on that. Every time he reached the head of his cock, he would press down so slightly, so close to your lips but just not enough.

“Andy,” you whispered. “Please.”

He smirked again. “Open your mouth for me.” And as soon as you did, he was slowly sliding in. He was slow at first, keeping his hips still as he slipped the straps of your bralette past your shoulders. He rolled the remaining material down until your breasts were exposed and squeezed them in his hands.

You pressed your thighs together, arching up into his hands more. You tried to relax your throat for him, knowing he was only stopping to give you a moment to prepare.

He pinched your nipples painfully and didn’t stop until you whined. He loved feeling you make that sound when his cock was down your throat, and the deep breaths as the pain faded away. Again, he tortured your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, yanked a little, until you were squirming all around the bed, making these noises around him that he rarely ever heard, your eyes filled with tears.

He leaned over quickly, releasing your breasts so he could give them both a brief kiss. You closed your eyes, humming in satisfaction. He took his time sinking his teeth into your sore, erect nipples and you squealed both times, back arching again. His tongue rolled over your stinging skin and you tilted your head eagerly, attempting to take more of him.

Sometimes, it was enough to get him naturally high, how much power he had over you, your body. He could hurt you and you would thank him; he could turn around and give you just a second of gentleness and you looked at him like you’d never loved anyone as much as you loved him. You claimed that, quite often. Andy wasn’t sure if he believed that, not because he didn’t trust you but because he wasn’t wired to think of himself as special in any way. Why you treated him like he was, was confusing to him at times.

But you were special, so fucking special. You were smart and funny, and so kind to every single person you encountered. It was a nice change from the environment he regularly found himself in. That was what you were supposed to be—a breath of fresh air from his hard life. You were not supposed to become his only source of oxygen, yet there he was. It didn’t seem he was reliant on you because Andy wasn’t comfortable expressing reliance on anyone, but he knew he was.

He stood and watched your body move with those deep, sharp breaths you were taking. Abruptly, his hand whipped across one breast, then the other. You cried out, a nice vibration around him, and now you were quivering. It was so easy for him to play your body like this because you were just needy enough that anything would have given you pleasure. Another thing he knew, another thing that made him so damn cocky.

“Open your legs,” he told you and you parted your thighs. Again, he pulled aside your lace panties and pushed two of his fingers inside you. Your cunt was dripping, your arousal gushing out as his fingers thrust in, curled, searched for that spot that made your eyes roll back. The noise of it made his cock twitch.

Your pussy was throbbing, yearning for the release that only this man could give you. You didn’t care how he did it, you just needed Andy. Hands, mouth, cock, you would take anything he wanted you to have.

“Listen to that greedy pussy,” he directed, voice low and quiet. “So desperate to be filled and fucked. But by who, baby?”

Your stomach twisted at not being able to answer him. That was why he asked when you had your mouth full of him, because if you could speak, you would blurt out reassurances that it was only him.

“Me?” he pressed.

You spoke, despite knowing it was going to sound like nonsense.

“And no one else?”

You were quick with your denial. And maybe, by now, since his cock was always in your mouth, he was a professional at understanding what you were saying. Or possibly, it was just the look in your eyes.

“You sure, baby?”

Once more, your voice came out muffled but hurried, almost panicked. He had to know that you didn’t even think about anyone else. He had to know that you thought he was the most beautiful man in the world.

He dragged his free hand up your body and it settled over your neck. Finally, he pulled out from your mouth only to thrust back in harshly. You choked, your throat contracting around him while he massaged his thumb and finger over your pulse points. He let you breathe through it before he started rocking his hips ever so slightly. You could feel him moving along your tongue and your cheeks, but they were small motions.

You always loved this position; it was easier to take all of him. It was easier to breathe on your back with your chest open, and, unlike being on your knees, it left you open for him.

He leaned forward slightly, pressing one hand off to the side of the bed while the other reached between your legs. His fingers danced along your skin without any real intent, but occasionally, he would touch your clit.

You were reaching for any part of him you could touch. Your hands mindlessly grasped at his back and kept slipping off because of his shirt. You couldn’t ask but you wanted it off. He felt your hands working open his buttons and decided to let you have something. He was going to take and take tonight, he could give you a little.

He stood up and loosened his tie enough to pull it off, then shrugged his shirt off. Once again, his palm settled to your neck. “You should see yourself right now. Shaking, wet, such a good girl.”

You reached up, gripping one hand in his pants, the other around the buckle of his belt and you pulled him in more until your throat was struggling.

“Easy, baby.” He took your hands off him, keeping a hold of one and placing the next back down on the bed. He pulled out carefully, dragging his hand up, and inch by inch, pushed back in. “You should see how deep I’m getting. I can see it right here.” The palm of his hand hovered over your skin, just enough that you could feel him, and he followed his cock again, letting you know how much of him you were taking.

It was a lot of him, not enough. And he was deep, but you needed more. You whined, a plea for him to move this along. He couldn’t want to drag this out, not after almost 18 days.

Again, he leaned over until he could touch you. His hips moved steadily, a controlled move that matched how strategically he was working your cunt, everywhere but the most sensitive part of you.

You hated that you couldn’t beg, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t know. It wasn’t as if you weren’t shaking or if your cunt wasn’t clenching desperately, you knew if he couldn’t feel it, he could at least see it. This went on for several moments, he was proud of how well you were taking him, and wanted to give you some type of award.

You were more than just caught off guard when you felt his lips against one of your thighs. Fuck. He couldn’t, you wouldn’t last long. But he went on, scattering kisses over your thighs, fucking your mouth just a fraction harder as he grew closer to your pussy.

As he licked down from your clit to your entrance, your eyes rolled back. Your hips jumped off the bed and one of his hands held you down in response. You were trembling, whining utter nonsense.

Several times, his tongue ran through you and you’d been so worked up, so wet and frustrated since he’d pulled you out of the party, since he hadn’t fucked you in a while, and this was just happening too fast. You wanted to focus on him, you wanted to apologize in the best way you knew how.

You tried to push him back with your hands on his thighs, but you were nowhere near strong enough.

He turned his head to kiss your thigh again. His hips stilled, most of his cock out of your mouth just in case. “Do you need a moment, baby?”

You debated. If you actually made him stop, made him pull out even if just for a second solely so you could ask him not to make you come...he would be outraged. He might even turn you over and spank you. But he also might not let you come at all. You would die, you knew you would.

You let your hands fall away.

“You okay?”

You hummed slowly, comfortably.

Still, one hand settled on your hip bone to keep you from moving, the other you felt on the back of your thigh close to your ass. He kissed your pussy slowly, sucking at your skin just a little, but not your clit, not yet.

He was careful as he began fucking your mouth again, worried he had pushed you too far. He waited until he was sure you were okay before he sucked your clit between his lips and slipped two fingers into you.

You whined around him as your body shuddered.

He kissed you again, several times to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, baby girl. Be a good girl for me.”

So, you understood, he realized that you wanted to object to this, but Andy was the greediest man you had ever had in bed. You weren’t surprised that he just didn’t care. You found it hard to mind as he began fucking his fingers in and out of you, sloppy, wet noises echoing around the room.

He was sucking again and you were desperately clutching at any part of him you could, his sides, his legs. You weren’t pushing him away now, you were pulling him in.

You were so close, your body arching up as much as it could. You felt tension building in every part of your body. Your own hands came up to your breasts mostly because you knew he would feel your hands moving underneath him.

“Fuck,” he cursed. He left your cunt neglected of his mouth for several moments, only using his fingers, as his cock drove down your throat hard.

You were choking loudly, your body again moving wildly as you gagged. It couldn’t have been more than a few times but they were determined thrusts, you were sure he was going to come in your mouth.

Instead, he pulled out completely and you whined shortly. You didn’t want him to go, but you couldn’t say that. All you could do was try to catch your breath. He didn’t even give you a moment to protest before his face was buried in your cunt.

In seconds, you were a mewling, moaning mess for him. Your body was so tight, so full of unbearable tension. You were shaking, sweating, your pussy was loud and soaking wet and you knew you were dripping everywhere, on him, on the bed.

He didn’t tease, he wanted to let you come because he wanted you coming all night. His favorite form of punishment was too much of a good thing, not withholding how much he enjoyed touching you.

You finished with a scream loud enough that the neighbors probably heard. Again.

Andy touched you through it until you stopped moving, save for the shaking aftershocks when he got a tad too close to your clit. When you were loose and sated on the bed, he started to sit you up.

You quickly turned to him, grasping his face. “I love you, only you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

“I would never look at anyone else.”

“I believe you.” Even if he didn’t, this was not the place to voice that. This...state he got you in when he was this dominant, this demanding, was not completely unlike you. It was just a very obedient, sensitive version of you that he knew he had to be careful with. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt your feelings.

He touched your face and that was when you realized you were crying, he was wiping away your tears. It was either from your finish or from choking on him, you weren’t completely sure. “You’re okay?”

You nodded quickly. “I’m okay.”

He kissed your forehead and you felt hot. As if what you two were just doing wasn’t filthy, this was what made your heart beat faster and gave you those butterflies in your stomach.

He pulled back and kept hold of your face. “What does my baby girl want?”

“I want to feel you inside me.”

As his lips met yours, he began removing all the remaining clothing on either of your bodies. He moved you up the bed until he could lay your head on a pillow and then positioned himself over you.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he promised. “Keep saying it.”

As he carefully pushed into you, you continued to tell him you love him. You stared at him the whole time, willing your body to relax for him. He didn’t like it when you got so worked up, especially over the games he played in the bedroom. The thing with Neal was bad but it was over and you knew he wasn’t mad at you. He wouldn’t fuck you like this if he was.

You clutched onto his shoulders, trying to hold him as close to you as you possibly could. He was the one that grabbed your legs and cued you to wrap them around his body. His cock sliding into your pussy was a feeling you couldn’t understand why he’d left you deprived of.

Once his hips were settled against your thighs and he was completely buried inside you, you reached up to his face. You loved his cheekbones, you could trace them with your touch for days if he let you. And his beard, you loved feeling his beard under your fingertips.

He let you do this, explore him as if you could possibly forget anything after all the other times you did it. You remembered the first time he fucked you, you couldn’t stop staring, you couldn’t stop touching—he was so painfully beautiful. He was so patient with you, always had been, and now, despite how badly you felt his need to move, to fuck you, he was going to wait for you to be ready.

“You did this on purpose,” you muttered.

“Did what?”

“You didn’t fuck me. For 17 days. You…wanted me to make a scene—”

“That’s a pretty serious accusation.”

“I could take it to court and win,” you countered.

He smirked. “Could you? What’s my motive?”

“You like being possessive. You like dragging me out of places, you like bringing me home, you like reminding me who I belong to.”

“And were you reminded?”

“No one really belongs to anyone or anything at the end of the day—”

“No,” he interjected, tone sharp. You always liked that tone. “You belong to me.”

“Maybe…”

“You are mine,” he repeated. “And you’re going to say it or we’re going to have a long night.”

“I will say it if you admit this was your plan all along.”

“You think I wanted you to flirt with Neal?”

Your stomach flipped. “I wasn’t—”

He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I know, I didn’t mean to word it like that. I know you weren’t—”

You felt slightly like you were about to panic. Flirting with Neal? No. “Never, I would never—”

He shushed you. “I know, baby. I know you wouldn’t because you are a good girl. I promise I know that.”

You settled somewhat but that lingering feeling in the pit of your stomach was hard to ignore. Flirting with Neal? You couldn’t bear him thinking you would ever do that to him. Flirting in general with people Andy felt indifferent to was off the table unless you wanted to placate his desires. Certainly, he had to know that.

“I wanted to hear you beg,” he insisted. “That was what I wanted. I wanted honest begging because you are so fucking beautiful begging for my cock.”

You huffed. “Well, you should have asked.”

“I didn’t want to have to ask.”

“You could have given me a hint. I was going around your party trying to get your attention—”

“You had it, you always do. Now, tell me who you belong to.”

“I think we all belong to the stars.”

“No,” he sighed.

“Or the moon, people who experience menstruation especially. The moon controls us, it’s been studied by scientists. There are articles.”

“Scientific articles do not support that,” he asserted and you couldn’t help but laugh. Andy was exact. He didn’t believe in anything he couldn’t see or that couldn’t be proven. Even now, inside you, he couldn’t turn that part of his brain off.

“Baby,” he sighed as his hand came up to curl around your neck. It just rested there, a heavy reminder of all the times in the past he had held you like that, or those other times when he applied just the right amount of pressure. “I want to fuck you, I want to make you cry, I want you to be shaking after I’m done with you, I want to fill you up with my cum. Don’t you want that?”

You nodded, once again turned on beyond comprehension.

“Then be good and say what I want you to say. Don’t make me make you say it.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

“You don’t.”

Andy’s punishments were always so elaborate and such a blur. He knew how to reduce you to nothing but need, and you needed him so badly sometimes. He loved seeing you like that, but he didn’t always like taking you there. He knew how careful he needed to be during and after, so he reserved it for major misbehavior.

You brought one hand up and set it on his forearm. You could feel his skin and his muscles. “I belong to you.”

Just barely, as he stared at your face, his hold tightened. Your breath stuttered but you made sure not to get too worked up too soon. You didn’t want him to have to stop before he finished inside you.

“That can never happen again, baby.”

“I know. It never will. I’m so—”

He tightened his hand again. “Don’t say sorry.”

You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you say the one word you so badly needed to say.

“I don’t blame you, sweetheart, I’m just saying…it can’t happen again.”

You caught the lead of his tone. “But what if it does?”

“I might have to make sure he knows that you’re mine.”

You wanted him to let the whole world know. You knew he saw your eyes light up because he smirked. “How would you do that?”

“I might have to let him see how I fuck you. I might have to show him how I can make you beg for me, or how willingly you bend over when I’m going to spank you. I might have to show him how wet you get after I mark up your ass, maybe how whiny you get when my hand is around your throat. But maybe I’ll just have to send him the video I’ve been recording tonight, how well you can suck my cock, how badly you want to.”

You were stunned for a moment—recording? Where was the camera? The idea of Andy recording you was such a turn on. You loved making videos for him, but you’d always wanted to see one where he was with you. “You’ve been recording?”

“Would you be okay with that if I was?”

“Yes. I want to watch you fuck me.”

“You’re such a good girl.” He pulled his hips back once and then snapped up noisily, pulling a moan from your throat. “You know how much I love that sound? When you can hardly breathe but you still make all those noises you know I want to hear.”

He leaned in to kiss you, hips stilled, hand still wrapped around your neck. It was brief, a reward, a reminder. You were being good and he loved you, but he was going to fuck you.

You broke away, nodding to let him know you were ready, that you wanted this. “Please.”

He rolled over so you were on top of him. He kept his hold on your neck to keep you sitting up and used his opposite hand to grab your ass. After he kneaded your skin hard enough he knew it would bruise, he spanked you loudly, harshly. Your body jerk forward, taking him in deeper than you knew was possible.

You whined, trying to pull back a little. He gripped your ass again and held you there. It was painful but exciting, you wanted him to push your limits tonight. He so rarely did, concerned with pleasing you second and treating you delicate first.

He let you go only to spank your other ass cheek. Again, you moved forward and you felt fuller than you ever had. You ached between your legs, almost uncomfortably but the idea of having him this deep in your body was making you wetter by the second. You were dripping, you could see how wet his skin was, how much of a mess he was making of your pussy.

“Ride me, sweetheart.”

You found a comfortable position, your hands on either side of his waist in the mattress. He settled his arm between your breasts so he could still see them moving as you began jerking your hips back and forth. They were sharp, abrupt movements because you wanted to come so bad, you could hardly think of anything else. Save for your disbelief over the fact that he was making you do this yourself. But you didn’t argue because the last thing you wanted was punishment for talking back.

He closed his hand more, every sound you made was short and strangled. You moved faster, knowing he was closer when he choked you harder. His free hand took one of your breasts. He was so delicate at first, a gentle, slow touch before he was pinching your nipple so hard you were whining. He smacked your breast and you shuddered, nearly falling forward onto him, but he kept you up. Mostly because he wanted to do it again to your other breast.

Every slap against your breasts—loud and stinging, always surprising because he didn’t want you to have the comfort of a pattern—was pushing you closer to your orgasm. You were mindlessly bouncing on his cock, uncaring of the pain you felt every time you came down just a little too hard for how big he was. You felt like an animal, like you were simply a victim to your body’s depraved, primal desires.

You finished first, screaming things you would be impressed if he actually understood. You could cry, the tension built over days was finally all gone.

He rolled over once more, taking his spot on top again.

You clung to him, legs and arms, pulling him in like you would die if he wasn’t close enough. You needed to feel his whole body against yours.

“Hear that, baby?”

Oh, you heard. You’d been trying to ignore it, but of course, not if Andy had any say in it.

“Hear how wet your pussy is?”

So wet. Every time he pulled out and pushed in, the noise would fill the room. You only nodded.

Since you were wrapped around him so tightly, it wasn’t difficult for him to grab your hip and move you up the bed with him. He set you against the headboard, the pillows under the small of your back, propping you up for him.

He was on his knees now for more leverage. You knew he was going to fuck you hard. “Look at this, baby.” He slowly pulled out and you turned down to watch. “See how messy you’re getting my cock?”

“Yes,” you whined.

He grabbed his cock, used it to drag up and down your cunt several times.

“Andy, please.”

He shushed you, a slow, calm action that contrasted when he smacked the head of his cock against your clit.

You gasped and your hips jerked forward.

“Stay still,” he warned.

He did it over and over, and enjoyed watching you fail at trying to stay seated on the bed. He thrust in completely, quick and hard, only to pull out and smack your clit again. This was his routine for what felt like an agonizing hour, but you knew it was nowhere near that long. You knew even he didn’t have that kind of patience.

You cried out when he finally buried himself inside you again. As he pushed forward, he pulled you down. His fingers found your clit and you were soon tumbling over that edge once more.

As he finished, he pulled you on top of him, lying back on the bed. One arm wrapped tight around your back to pin you against his chest, his opposite hand tangled in your hair tightly. He hid his face in the bend of your neck, grunting as his hips continued to rock just slightly.

He kept you there for several long moments until he had completely satisfied himself. You were intoxicated being this close to him. You angled your head as much as you could and kissed the side of his face.

He turned over, setting you on the bed as he pulled out. You watched him curiously, moving to sit up with him. He made a disapproving noise and you laid back again. Once again, he made his way to the dresser and grabbed his phone.

“You were seriously recording?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Do I usually bluff?”

Nope, never.

“Now I have a reference if you ever forget how a good girl is supposed to act.”

You suppressed an eye roll.

“Open your legs.” He came closer, directing the camera at your pussy. He touched you, spreading his cum all over your skin, rubbing circles around your clit, just barely dipping his fingers into you.

You watched his face the whole time. You loved how much Andy loved you and when he stared at you after fucking you, it was hard to miss. He was obsessed with you and he never minded showing it.

For almost a month, you watched that video every day. You were fascinated by him, the way he moved, the way he touched you. After that, you started wanting to record more and Andy never minded.

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dyllpiccle · 3 years ago

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Dyllpiccle’s OCs Masterlist!

Hello, its occurred to me that I'm bad at actually sharing information about my OCs and their little universes, and I've been asked a few times for this, so this is a list of all my OCs.. ever. mostly.

I totally forgot I was doing this but I finally finished like 3 weeks later so enjoy.

Side note. I did not proof read ANY of this. If something is garbage that’s why.

They will each be organized by universe, have basic background info on them and an image! ill also include a playlist link if they have one :)

This is gonna be a Loooong post. Thanks!

I’d like to apologize in advance for the names of some of these universes. My friend and I accidentally got in the habit of naming our rps the stupidest least comprehensible and lengthy titles ever and they all kinda stuck so now I have plots with stupid names. Anyways.

BADABING BADAZAP

alrighty so this one is a world of my own creation, a rp thats currently happening with my friends an i. basically its a cyberpunk city setting set about 400 years in the future, but fused with a 1920s great depression kinda love for partying jazz and crime! It centers around two prominent crime families, the tawdry family (mine) and the capazellos, (my friends). There is a whole bunch of other important characters but for the sake of being brief thats the basic premise.

Atlas

TW abuse and evil guy problems, animal death

im obsessed with him. im obsessed with him. im OBSESSED With him i cannot stop thinking about him ever he is so full of issues he need a therapist so bad. hes the son of the Big Man, Enzo Tawdry, long time ruler over the lights district in the undercity. The family specializes in reselling (and gathering) bionic parts, and loaning them out to those who cant afford them for a .. steep price. anyways it should be no surprise from that job description that enzo tawdry is a DICK, and aaa very abusive and manipulative father. Atlas is his eldest son and his whole life, has been molded and shaped in his fathers image to take over the tawdry name and business. I wont get into it too bad but definitely took a long term toll on Atlas’s entire psyche. bla bla one time when he was a kid his dad made him shoot the sick stray dog he found and said ‘thats what happens to things you love atlas! they get worse and you have to put em out of their misery’ so you can imagine what thatd do to a guy. when he was 13, him and his brother mars, who you will soon learn was the rebel of the family, went out to a warehouse to goof off. mars had convinced him to go, and atlas didnt want to for fear of their father finding out. But atlas decided to go, he wanted to feel like a normal kid just for a moment, and do something stupid with his brother. so they went to a warehouse, which happened to be a rivals guarded warehouse. mars dared atlas to sneak in and touch a crate, and atlas giddily tried. when he got in and reached it, a guard saw him and fired a warning shot, which hit an explosive crate and blew up the entire warehouse, and half of atlas’s face. Mars in terror dragged atlas out of the rubble and brought him home through tears. He didnt know what else to do, so he brought them to their father and begged him to help. Their father yelled at mars to get out, called him a curse, and so he did. Once Atlas was conscious enough, Enzo lectured him too on how foolish he was to think he could do that. After that the brothers avoided eachother, Atlas fell further under his fathers wing and became a close replica to him. A couple years later, Atlas seperated slightly, as he fell in love with an opera performer in Paris. It was hopeless, but hed go and watch all her shows and spend his time there, as he loved the music. His father didnt like that atlas had a distraction, and something he cared about, so he literally DROPPED A STAGE ON HER (which this man has a tendency to do). Her vocal chords were severed (perhaps due to some very targeted ‘dropping’. Atlas doesnt really have anyone else to turn to, so he begged his father to do something as he was a bit in denial that it was his doing in the first place. His father agreed, but didn’t elaborate how, and the performer was brought home to work under atlas at his club as a performer, with a brand new cybernetic voice box. They are both very bad for eachother it’s a mess in there. A lot has happened since then but that’s the backstory.

Atlas playlist !

Mars

Mars is the second oldest, and bastard son of Enzo Tawdry. His mother was a performer, and when his father cheated and got her pregnant, y know how I said Enzo tawdry likes dropping stages on women who inconvenience him? Yeah he did that again but they both survived. Figuring out that Mars had lived, Enzo stole him from his mother, then raised him completely ostracized within the family. A lot of his story is shared with atlas above ^. He makes a lot of gadgets and will do work for just about whoever will pay him, definitely not strong on the family loyalty front but he’s always felt guilty about atlas, and feels a responsibility over him.

Mars playlist

Jaime

Jaime is the youngest tawdry brother and he is a little freak! I love him. Basically in this world higher education for anyone living in the undercity has been eradicated due to the severe economic depression everyone is in so apprenticeships are back and so is child labor. So this isn’t all that weird of a thing but Enzo tawdry needed someone to dissect bionic parts from stolen bodies and he was like hey my 16 year old son knows science, give that kid a knife ! So Jaime works in the morgue under atlas’s club and does his little dissection work. He’s great.

Jaime playlist

TTRPG CHARACTERS

ill go into universes individually for these ones cause theyre mostly all different but i still wanted to group em.

Harysin Faedra

TW for implied suicidal attitude, death, infant death

you know him. you love him. Mr Harysin Lawry Faedra. Ive gone over his dealio a whole bunch of times now, you can find it under my #DND tag, but ill go over it briefly (though it really deserves a deep dive). Harysin was born in a small village on the outskirts of a town called Neverwinter, a town run by different monasteries, and is thought of as the religious capitol. He was raised very simply, and like many of his peers was expected to become an apprentice to some religion and lead an honorable life. His parents always knew harysinw as a little different, but wanted him to lead an easy life so they steered him toward priesthood and becoming a family man. As his friends started to split off and get married, Harysin pulled a compulsive heterosexuality move and proposed to his best friend since childhood, Lillian. He was only 18 when he got married and became a priest of Helios, and soon after the two had a small child. When he was 19, Harysin and Lillian welcomed a beautiful baby girl, Roslyn, or Rose. The year after she was born, Harysin fell deathly ill with a mysterious lung infection. He was bedridden and no matter who they brought in, no one seemed to be able to help him. One night as he was dying, he prayed out for help, but someone else answered. He was desperate and delerious, so he made a deal without knowing the cost. When he woke up, they found their infant daughter had died in the night from a bad cough. Harysin told Lillian what hed done and she kicked him out, along with the rest of the village. With nothing but the clothes on his back harysin left, now with a new godlike companion in his head; Obara. He soon discovered that his deal was a bit of a compound interest situation, and very temporary. He could feel himself start to decay again the farther past his intended expiration date he got, and he felt he deserved it, so he just sort of walked around and traveled hoping hed fall over n die sometime. However one day when he was walking he found a fvillage that had been entirely decimated, and the only survivor was a little girl who was hardly breathing, a stake through her chest. He cradled her in his arms and, for the first time since the incident, harysin spoke back to the god hed made a deal with. He begged her to save the child. Having already made peace with his own death, he promised Obara anything shed like as long as she saved the child. and so she did. But harysin now had another purpose, though he thought itd be temporary, which was to watch over this child. Unfortunately, obaras magic required upkeep, and to keep them both alive harysin started to do weekly blood rituals. He took her to a nearby town, where he used his priestly status to build them a temple to stay in. However, since he was telling everyone he was a preist, people started to come to him for healing, and my boy harysin has a problem where he just wants to do whats good, and that is his downfall every time. Technically, he could help, with obaras magic. So he brought them into the temple. However, using obaras power required blood. an eye for an eye. He used his own for a while, but as demand grew this became unsustainable. This is when he got the idea. For one bad person, he could save 10 innocents. People who were ill not of any fault of their own. But the criteria would have to be strict, what constitutes a bad person? So harysin started to play god. He had his rules, he found his methods of how to screen people and get it done quickly. He built a blood well for obara in the temple of the basement. This is where he was when the campaign started, and theres plenty more that has happened since, but ill stop it here since this would be way too long if i kept going. Harysins Playlist!

Arkin This is for a different DM’s Campaign. Arkin (Jamison Arkin Lera Adler-Hausen) was born a twin, princes to the king of a small rainy province. The two were typical brothers, but unfortunately for Arkin his twin was born a few minutes before him, making him the natural heir, despite the difference being small. This caused Arkin a lot of jealousy growing up, and he often found himself second best to his brother. It only got worse when they got older, and closer to a reality of ruling, as they competed academically and in all other areas. One day, after losing a duel infront of his parents, Arkin ran out to the witch infested woods that surrounded the castle. there he found a coven who offered him power, and wanting that more than anything, he accepted. They brought him to a cavern that was lined with sharp glowing crystals, and lowered him into a pool. He felt the water fill his lungs and the rocks permeate his skin, and he lost conciousness. He woke up at the edge of the forest, in the mud and rain, and he walked home. He went in the front door, only to find his brother there standing in the hall. He saw how Arkin looked, and the black that filled th veins on his wrists, and he ran to tell his parents, knowing what hed done. Arkin panicked and grabbed his brothers wrist, but he broke free, and when he did, arkin reached out his hand toward his brother, and when he lowered it he saw he had turned his brother to crystal. Soon after, he heard his parents coming down the hall to check out the yelling theyd heard. Arkin took a horse and ran away, never to return. Now, nearly ten years later, he is still wanted, and battling the powers he got that day. They cause him visions, past and future, and pains in his body from what id loosely define as a mineral based symbiote. His powers are complicated so im not gonna elabroate too much but this boy microdoses on fantasy drugs to get em to shut up. if u wanna know more i will gladly share. Arkin Playlist!

Ferrer

This is actually the same universe as Harysin, different campaign. Ferrer (Ferrer Jakoby Laufley) was born in a little swampy village to two lovely parents. He grew up normal and happy till his mother fell ill around age 11, and when she passed away his father fell into a deep depression. He would hang around bars all day and ferrer would have to go collect him and watch after him and feed him. He met an old fisherman who lived at the docks, and soon would become a sort of apprentice under him, going out on the water every day and learning how to sail. After working with him for years, the fisherman passed away from old age, and ferrer felt that there wasnt much tying him down here. In an impulse decision, Ferrer gathered a few things and hopped on a cart that was heading out of town. He never said goodbye to his father, and he feels immense guilt for it since he was his fathers only caretaker and he loved him, but he knew it wasnt good to stay there. He soon joined a band of rogues, where he met his first boyfriend, who was ringleader and a massive dick to him. He was disrespectful and rude, and would make a fool out of ferrer infront of their peers. Ferrer grew tired of this and cursed him out one night, then left the group, and the stability he had there. Soon after this he met up with the party he now travels with.

Ferrer’s playlist

Nigel MYYY BAAAABYYYYYY MYYYY BAAABYYYYY YOURE M-

So this was for a monsterhearts campaign!!! This is my rude little silly mischevious and strange and disturbing little boy Nigel O’gara, who is a ghost!!! his origin story is gross tw for death and me explaining gross stuff. Basically nigel pre death was a very normal sweet little nerdy boy with weird interests. very regular kid wore little sweaters. Anyways some bullies thought it would be funny to lock him in a locker, a classic. However there was a problem with this. which was that they did this right before a week long spring break and uhh staff was all gone so there wasnt anyone to come let him out like there usually was. Everyone was gone for a week and nigel had uhh. as you can imagine. a very slow and agonizing death locked in there. They found his body after spring break when there were complaints of a smell. so now hes a ghost and hes freaky on purpose as a defnense thing (it happens). I adore him. He is so funny.

Nigels playlist Michael Mr michael Dara is my mean little punk boy from a little campaign that was a DIY of my friends, basically they are teenagers they are superheros cue persona music. Teenagers invade ur dream world and they have magic powers based off their soul or whatever in there. Michael was orphaned by a house fire, grew up in foster care (this is all too familiar of a character shape for me), got in trouble with the law a lot cause of his anger issues and as ‘punishment’ was sent to a school where he has to behave himself and stay with a guy who watches him. He has fire powers and a cool phoenix bird that i think i named Apollo Michaels playlist

Markle

So I made this guy for a campaign that didn’t ever actually happen but I like him so bad that he’s sticking around. This is Markle, he was made for a sci-fi campaign, and he’s the son of a legendary thief. He grew up on a big city scape planet that was mostly used as a port location for shipping and storage and warehouse work, but had a very lively underbelly of crime. Those who live there are basically expected to die there, but Markle grew up with a father who was a legendary thief, an underdog for the masses that every aspiring criminal would tell tall tales about. There are countless stories about his quick escapes and badass moves across the galaxy. Growing up he was hardly home, and his mother was constantly worried about whether he’d come back or not. He was in truth an unfaithful, careless man, but Markle only saw the legend, and wanted to be just like him. However one fateful day, in a fiery explosion, his father didn’t make it home from a heist.

Pretty soon, despite his lovely mother’s wishes, Markle started on his path to become the galaxies greatest thief. He got his first body mod at 16, which scared the shit out of his mom. It was a large piece of metal down his spine that tapped into his nervous system, worked as an enhancement. From there he got a lot more to help his work, and he left planet soon after, and got quite the career as a thief under his belt. His biggest talent? his unbridled optimism that hell survive whatever. And so far, he has.

Markles playlist

DUSTY LAZER KIDS (DLK)

Its. Sci-fi western. Cowboys out in a fictional desert where aliens and technology are scattered about. We follow the plot of 2 rival bounty hunters chasing a third rival bounty hunter. They are all disasters.

Billy Cassidy

This is my pretty lady bounty hunter. Shes the sharpest sharpshooter in the land and known for it too, but the general public is also under the assumption that she is a man. She hasnt exactly pushed this image on purpose, but people kinda just assumed and she kinda just let them. She prefers it that way cause if she wears literally anything else people assume shes a normal person and she can go about her daily life undisturbed without some idiot trying to shoot her. She likes her work and she takes it seriously, and shes good at it.

Jodie

My little sand cat!! Another orphan im afraid. One day another bounty hunter, Mr Jonah, came along and found him in a sandy little shack with no parents. He scooped him up, (as well discuss he has a tendency to do this) and took him in as an apprentice. He gets very sleepy in the heat cause of his little desert cat genes and he likes a good glass of milk and a good fight. Meow.

Duncan Diora

This is actually Mr Jonah’s first passion project, a DIFFERENT kid he took under his wing quite a few years ago who is now an adult. Now i cant say that Jonah is the ideal father figure, but he sure is A Father Figure. Anyways Duncan's doing well, he is a sad drunk whos missing 2 limbs, has a dead fiancé and a passionate vendetta against the man who killed him. That man happens to be the man theyre hunting down now.

HALLUCINOGENIC BREAD (HLED)

I haven't drawn any of these guys in 200 years so have fun with the old art.

So this universe was a massive fantasy politics RP I made like 200 years ago. Its standard high fantasy stuff, basically everyone controlled different rulers of different kingdoms etc.. Mostly we had an elven kingdom, and a viking kingdom. Elwin

This boy was my main man! He’s a prince of the Elven kingdom, younger brother of the now King. Their father died when they were young in battle and their mother isn’t mentally stable enough to run a kingdom, so being the eldest his brother, Daran, took rein. However, he is the least competent king imaginable, Elwin definitely deserves the crown and basically runs everything from behind the scenes. Daran causes problems on purpose that Elwin has to clean up and gets no credit for, and for that Elwin is a gay little ball of stress. He is in love with his royal guard Rory too, who happens to be his best friend. They are very funny together. But uhhh basically Elwin and Daran end up getting in an argument when Daran proposes to declare war, Elwin is fed up and barges into the throne room to voice his opposition, Daran is rude and dismissive and says that if he doesn't agree, he’ll simply fire him from the position. Elwin is a trained soldier and, when Adrien grabs him to turn him around, Elwin takes out his sword and drives it through his brothers abdomen. On accident (?). Rory finds Elwin over the body, in shock, and quickly rushes him away and hides him in his personal quarters in the attic. Elwin is left freaking out, because technically, he is the only heir to the throne, and he just killed his brother, the king. That's about where we left off with him but I did have quite a bit of things planned. His playlist has 3 songs but here you go

Iona

So Iona is my little wild baby, shes a wild orphan of the village who likes to tame the local strays, for this shes earned the title “Iona the brave” and “iona the beast tamer” by other village children. Shes loud and unruly and LOVELY. She's been unofficially adopted by the kings son, Asger, which other members of the kingdoms ‘royalty’ generally despise. Theyre wonderful. Endre Luellason

Sooo This is Endre, whos the half brother of Asger and the bastard son of the king. you know how Vikings be. Anyways, he had a kid with a lady from a village that he later raided, and amongst the rubble found Endre. Feeling some kind of bad, he took him home, but his wife, the queen, was obviously uhh not happy about this. He grew up very much on the sidelines, a total runt amongst the other Vikings, he likes reading and poetry and... reason. However, his absolute golden retriever brother loves him, and the two get along well. Endre still has to sleep in the barn with the wolves though, which luckily is an easy feat for him since he gets along with the wolves swimmingly. due to uhh his lycanthropy condition. He’s a werewolf. Once a month during the full moon he takes a trip to go stay in an inn with his secret bounty hunter boyfriend miles away who keeps him from killing anybody. Literally nobody knows about this, Asger has no clue why he disappears every month but he’s happy whenever he comes back.

SUPERHERO GUYS

Amar Bagheri / Kid Death

Alrighty! This is my revamped superhero oc from like 9th grade but he’s edgy and cool now. I gotta be so honest for both of these guys I literally just wrote a summary a few posts ago so I’m just gonna copy paste it. I don’t wanna write it twice.

Tw for drug use / addiction / death

SO BASICALLY amars story is he was raised in an orphanage, which was fine, but got sucked into a bad crowd in the punk scene and eventually got heavily dependent on like. Heavy substance use. Uh one night after a party he got himself a cab to go crash in his little ‘house’ (he’s homeless but he had a Spot so he was headed there), and the cab got absolutely t-boned BAD by a truck. Unbeknownst to him some superhuman chemicals got into his stuff earlier and he basically died in the crash except he Can’t Die so he’s in this weird dead not dead space. He didn’t realize this was the case until he was getting the shit kicked out of him in a dive bar bathroom. I love him he’s so funny and lovely. His only superpower is that he Can’t Die other than that he has normal guy abilities and hits bad guys with pipes. He’s doin a little better since then if ur worried he may be dead but he’s clean mostly and living in a group home type dealio.

Amars Playlist!

Julian Romero / Lab Rat

Ok so once upon a time my boy Julian was a scientist as a Science Place and he discovered a chemical that could give people superpowers. He told his gay boyfriend lab partners Jon, and Jon took credit for it and became super cool and famous and used it to make child soldiers for the government. Also his son got into it and became the face for the Superhero Science Company Place. College. Thing. Anyways Julian didn’t like that so he decided to become evil and insane and seek revenge and now he DIYs his superpowers bioshock style with his own little chemicals. I adore him.

Julians playlist!

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stay-tinystars · 3 years ago

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Unexpected

Ship: Sangyeon (The Boyz) x Fem reader.

Domestic au, husband Sangyeon

Word count: 718

Warnings: talks of pregnancy, feeling nauseous, getting sick (not explicit), food, slight anxious feelings, and hints of suggestiveness.

A/N: Another fic that I'm unsure of why I wrote it. But I do think that Sangyeon will be a wonderful dad someday. (Also look at the yummy food I had the other night. I figured it went with the story. But now I want more Chicken Bulgogi)

A deep groan left your mouth, as you leaned back in your chair. The warmth ran through you, as another moan grew in your throat. Your hands and jaw going slack as you savored the moment.

"Y/N, you okay over there?" Sangyeon asked, bringing you back to reality.

"Oh my God! This food is delicious!" You responded as you put another bite into your watering mouth. Another moan left you as your husband chuckled from his spot across from you.

"I'll make sure to tell my mom you like her food." Laughter clung to his words.

"I might like her food more than her son," you teased as you took another bite. He just shook his head.

"I'm not so sure. You did marry me" he smiled.

"I'd marry her food, but it seems to disappear" you furrowed your brows jokingly as you looked down at the plate.

"It seems to me you like just about anything she makes. Though I'll make sure to mention that you are really enjoying the bulgogi." He chuckled as he observed your euphoric state. "I'm glad you're finally eating though. I've been worried about you the past few days. You haven't seemed to eat much"

"It must be a stomach bug or something I've caught. I'm either nauseous or can't keep anything down. But I'm feeling much better today" you shrugged. "I'm just glad you didn't seem to get whatever it is."

He stood up, and walked over placing an arm around your sitting frame. "I think it might be something else. Or we'll my mom thinks it might be something else. She mentioned it when she brought over the meal." He looked down at you with caring eyes. "Babe, are you pregnant?"

The question took you back. You guys had been careful, yet when was the last time you had your period? You'd lost track. It'd been so hectic lately, then feeling so sick you hadn't noticed. Your eyes grew big. What if you were? The two of you had talked about starting a family of course, but it wasn't the right time. You weren't even trying to have a kid. The anxiety of the whole situation started to set in.

"Babe, babe. It's ok, I'm here." Sangyeon said, bringing you back to reality. He was now crouched beside you, rubbing your arm gently. "It's going to be alright."

"I'm not ready to be a mom" you stared at the table in front of you. "We've been careful, I don't understand how."

"I'm thinking it was that night a month ago, where we got a little carried away after that work party we had to go to." A breathy chuckle left him as he grabbed your hands. "You know, I think you'll be a great mom. Plus my mom has been asking when I'm giving her grandchildren since the moment I introduced you to my family."

You smiled softly as you looked at him, then shook your head. "She asked me right after the engagement party, when we would be blessing her with a grand baby."

"Maybe it's time then, and if you're not pregnant, then she can wait longer." He leaned his head against your arm for a moment, then stood up. He quickly glanced around the room, before his eyes landed on something.

"Sangyeon, what are you doing?" You asked as he walked towards a bag on the counter. He reached his hand in, shaking his head with a laugh as he pulled out a small box. You laughed slightly as you covered part of your face with one hand. "Don't tell me that's what I think it is"

"Then I won't tell you my mom dropped off some pregnancy tests." He laughed, as he walked towards you with the test. "There are three more boxes in there, with a note that says. "Please give me grandbabies."

"You're joking" you laughed, he just laughed harder and shook his head.

"Apparently she's tired of waiting." He smiled as he crouched down beside you again, placing the box on the table.

"Well let me finish -" You started then, held a hand to your mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, you sat on the floor of the bathroom with your husband looking at the clear result.

Pregnant.

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 34

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A little bit of plot, but mostly ironstrange x reader filthy porn. Bukkake stuff. Stephen finally opening up a lil bit, I mean... I've slept through a 1/3 of a hospital and lemme tell you, doctors are kinky bastards. On the same note, there's definitely going to be a chapter where all three men are involved after the plot shit is resolved.

There was something big brewing. I had a hunch... which was more like a strong sense of doom... hanging over me and the rest of the world. Peter also had noticed the sudden spike in anxiety, quoting the sudden disappearance of many low-tier mutants from the streets. Usually, Peter dealt with at least a few enhanced enemies during his patrols but the closer it got to Christmas, the less enhanced bothered with small-time crimes, the more intense the buzzing of his Spidey sense became.

Now that my immediate lack of income wasn't a problem anymore, I set business onto that damn mercenary. I was no spy, I was no SHIELD operative but... I could be very clever.

First things first, I had to make sure I would stay alive no matter what. A subdermal tracker was a good guarantee of security and I spent many hours making one - having to keep it a secret was incredibly hard, I hated lying to my loves and I hated avoiding Wanda even more - I was constantly on the edge around the telepath, hyperfocused on keeping up the pretense of normalcy.

I wouldn't be me if I couldn't successfully pull off a whole ass façade. Unfortunately, the continued failures of the people searching left and right for the mercenary only fueled my strength for the inevitable fuck-fest that I would have to create in order to make sure my people get the peace they fucking deserve. The web of lies grew in size every damn day.

Subdermal tracker, an implant that reports directly to Friday upon activation. It hurt like a bitch - I had cut myself open, an inch wide gash on the inside of my forearm - and put it in without any anesthesia in my own bathroom, not even thinking twice before making up a lie that I had been careless in the lab and hurt myself.

An antidote to common tranquilizers, creating it gave me a headache the size of Moscow but I'd been successful; Tony assembled the whole team when he found it out, offering me a ridiculous amount of money for the formula. It was weird. SHIELD was interested, too, and I had to witness Tony and Coulson argue. Apparently, the agency wanted to recruit me and Tony was adamantly against it, totally forgetting the promise Natasha had given me. In the end, the spy and Coulson shared a quiet conversation and the man left, respectfully complimenting my skills.

I sold the formula to Stark Industries, unable to get rid of the weirdness of the situation. I had to shake hands with my own boyfriend and his ex-girlfriend... In a business setting. What. Just what. Bucky and Stephen couldn't stop laughing at the face I made all throughout that day - and Clint even went as far as to bake me a gag cake, a cartooney handshake drawn in frosting on top of it. I hit him with a spatula, Loki smiled in his direction for the first time in, like, ever. It was a trip and Tony had way too much fun with the incident.

Perhaps, turning myself into a cyborg stew wasn't the best plan that was possible to think up in a few weeks' time but I've never claimed to be exceptionally intelligent; if anything, I've always considered myself to be a moderately educated idiot. It is common knowledge that there are two halves of a whole idiot: my second half was on his way from California, having had received my very detailed e-mail about the whole cursed box fiasco and the consequences that followed. I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of seeing uncle Eddie and his symbiote again.

Tony wasn't even half as excited; if anything, he bordered on outright hostile, bickering, and sassing everybody left and right. It could have been the situation at hand finally getting on his last nerves. It could have been his jealousy, the same that appeared every time I paid extra attention to someone that wasn't him, Bruce or Stephen. Either way, Bruce was sighing all the time now and Stephen's remarks began to fill with poison once again.

Just like the good old times, I guess. I was forced to pull a Me over and over, interrupting their petty arguments with increasingly absurd remarks. I felt like everybody was laughing at me these days, which ended in only one way it could have...

"Brat," Stephen's patience was paper-thin and, being forcefully distracted from yelling at Tony, he directed his angst at the nearest person - me. "I oughta put you over my knee. I swear to Cosmos..."

"Blah, blah, blah. Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk?" I raised my eyebrows, tone deceptively calm. "You're talking too much for someone who can't even..." I didn't get to finish my sentence, suddenly finding my mouth firmly glued shut. It was magic - the sensation was pulling, but not unpleasant. Reminded me of a ball gag Tony had used on me in the early days of our relationship.

"Now, Dumbledore, hold your horses..." Tony interjected looking none-too-happy. The engineer placed a warning arm on the sorcerer's bicep, their little spat seemingly forgotten.

"What, Tony? She's been nothing but a mouthy urchin the past few days, I can't stand it anymore," They shared a meaningful look; no matter how much Tony wanted to argue, he knew Stephen was right. What he didn't know was that there probably have been a magic versus science altercation... Or worse. Humiliation was a small price to pay for some (relative) peace.

I did what I do best. I annoyed them further, throwing up a juicy middle finger to the two men and turned around with a huff, mind set on finding Loki to undo the mute ban Stephen gave me. Needless to say, I didn't make it very far.

In mere seconds, I was sandwiched between the two men, Stephen's finger delicately holding my chin to force me to look into his eyes. Tony was holding onto my shoulders from behind me - I could feel the tension, my engineer was almost buzzing with it. I was pretty sure my eyes were laughing anyway because Stephen's frown slowly transformed into a coy smirk once his stormy blues focused on my face.

"Brat," He repeated once again. "She's doing this on purpose."

"I can't say I'm surprised," Tony's breath tickled the nape of my neck. "That does sound like our little Princess," Apparently, it took all of a 0.1 second for Tony to switch from annoyed to horny. Men, they were so easy to play. "Baby, if you wanted our attention you could have just said so," He chastised me, hands sliding down to my waist.

I hummed, and then aggressively hummed some more until Stephen removed the magical gag. "Not like you'd notice it, being occupied with tearing each other's hair out," I pouted.

The sorcerer briefly averted his eyes, leaning down to softly kiss my pout. It was very unlikely I'd get an actual apology but a kiss I won't be complaining about either. "So, your best tactic was to annoy us even more? How does that work out for you?"

I pulled on the tied fabric around his waist, bringing him closer to me. "Pretty good, if I'm being honest. You're exactly where I wanted you to be," Carelessly, I began untying the layers of silks and cotton I had become intimately familiar with over the course of the past few weeks. Most of the time Steph wore his wizard garbs and while figuring out how to undo them was a trip at first, I had gotten him desperate enough a few times, for him to show me a few tips and tricks for easier access.

Tony snorted somewhere behind me. "You just want us for our bodies," His hands wormed their way under my shirt, brushing the underside of my breasts. Bra? Hardly know her. "Our beautiful, sexy bodies." Yes Tony, very humble.

"When will you learn, people?" I asked rhetorically, simultaneously leaning into both Tony's and Stephen's touch. "Why fight each other when you could be fucking me into oblivion instead?"

Stephen snorted, still not completely used to the at times crude things that left my (and occasionally Tony's) mouth. I had a hunch the sorcerer was holding back somewhat - for whatever reason - and I was eagerly waiting for him to get comfortable enough to reveal that special part of himself. Whatever it was, I just knew it was delicious and sinful and-

"Do you really think I will be giving you what you want after your little... Stunt?" Steph went balls out; his voice dropped and the intensity of his stare left me breathless. The hand that was stroking my face wrapped around my throat as he had some sort of a silent conversation with Tony.

"Yeah," I emphasized the word with an inaudible 'duh' behind it but obediently trotted along as Stephen backed up towards the couch, leading me by the throat like a pet on a leash. I was steadily going into 'no thoughts, head empty' territory.

"I like it when you get all bossy," Tony remarked casually but he was close enough for me to hear the strain in his voice. Every time we fucked, Tony eagerly gave up the control to Stephen. I definitely saw the appeal. Stephen Strange demanded authority effortlessly, his stern but fair attitude simply demanded to kneel.

That's just what I did. As soon as Stephen made himself comfortable on the Italian leather couch, I dropped to my knees, looking up at the man with big round eyes. Just like Tony and Bruce, Stephen had his own weaknesses when it came to moi and I wasn't ashamed to exploit them. Steph's stroked my hair, carding careful fingers through it, slowly unbuttoning his pants with his other hand.

"If you insist on being mouthy, I have a better task for you," He husked, pulling me closer towards him. I called it his doctor voice. Honestly, I don't have a clue how his surgical team could be around him with their pants on back in the day... The man was a snack on a silver platter.

Steph's erection sprang free. I didn't hesitate to wrap my hand around it, stroking the underside of his glans just like he liked it, looking to the side where Tony landed on the couch next to Stephen, a curious look on his face. Yeah, Tony liked to watch. Me and Stephen or me and Bruce... Me and Stephen and Bruce? That's an idea for later.

"Don't mind little old me," Tony smirked his trademark Stark mischief, getting comfortable, ditching his oil-stained shirt and unbuttoning his pants to lazily palm himself through his boxers. "Carry on," The smirk only grew when Tony noticed both me and Steph eyeing him with amusement.

I hid my grin, nodding my head, before wrapping my lips around the tip of Stephen's cock, relaxing my throat to prepare for the intrusion. Sweet and salty, the slit on his cockhead was mercilessly teased by the tip of my tongue.

Stephen murmured encouragements under his breath as I began to bob up and down, him controlling the pace with a hand in my hair, just the right balance between cruel and gentle. The sorcerer was always too good to me, bringing me to the point of overstimulation and instantly soothing the ache afterward; "Fuck, darling, your mouth feels like heaven," He groaned as I snuck a look upwards to see his lips parted and a steady flush crawling up his neck.

"She knows how to work a man, doesn't she?" Tony's lust had him panting, hips moving into his own hand. He leaned closer to Stephen, brushing my hair behind my ear with a tender hand. "Merlin needs to share," Tony began pulling me in his direction. I reluctantly let go of Stephen's cock, keeping up the pace with my hand as I scooted closer to Tony to be able to mouth at his stiff erection.

Watching me suck cock always got Tony hard enough to pound nails with. I couldn't blame him, I knew what I could do and did well; by the time I made my way down his thick flesh, drool was dripping down my chin and the make-up around my eyes was surely smeared by tears. My engineer was much less gentle than Steph, pounding my face without reservations.

"I know you can take it, baby girl, fuck," My face was held in his strong grip, thumbs digging into my jaw. "Such a good girl," The two words went straight down to my pussy and I had to squirm and clench my thighs together, whining at the lack of friction.

The air was pierced by a low moan - Stephen was fisting his erection almost desperately now, almost as desperately as I was humping the air, whining like a bitch in heat at the taste of Tony's cock in my mouth. I knew neither of the men would last long, not with all that pent up tension running through their minds and bodies.

"Fuck, come here, baby girl," The engineer yanked me off his cock, gripping the base of it so forcefully his knuckles turned white. I was all but dragged into the space between them; still kneeling, barely seeing with snot and tears smeared all over my face, I couldn't hold in the broken moan as the realization set in.

"Keep your eyes open!" Steph instructed furiously, scooting to tower over me. Tony followed in his steps as I obediently lifted my eyes to their cocks and then their faces; nearly identical furrowed brow expressions stared back at me, lips moist and eyes wide. Both men stroked themselves with renewed vigor.

I hummed softly before sticking out my tongue; their reaction didn't let me wait long. Strings of pearly white cum landed in my hair, on my face; I felt the warmth on my skin and tasted their salt and musk on the tip of my tongue, reflexively swallowing each and every drop that landed in my mouth, savoring it just like I savored the sinful groans that left their mouths.

"Fuck, you're so good to us," Tony panted, gracelessly falling backward onto the couch.

Stephen, however, didn't hurry to catch his breath, giving me a thoughtful look. His fingers shook more than ever but he paid no mind to the discomfort, gathering the cum dripping down my face with two fingers and offering it to me, holding them up to my lips as I gently cleaned them off. And he did it again, and again, until Tony gave a weak moan of recognition, throwing an arm under his head.

"Be polite, Princess," Stephen's voice hadn't lost the lust in it just yet.

"Thank you, sir," I mumbled, utterly captivated by the way he was looking at me. Stormy blues radiated a strong sense of intensity, devotion perhaps, that I wasn't ready for.

Stephen smiled at me, almost coyly, before kneeling right next to me and bringing me over the edge with a few sharp, clever movements of his hand. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, barely noticing Tony's reaction - if there was one - my other lover seemed to be as surprised as I was, choosing to hang back and observe the unusual situation.

I had a feeling that whatever it was, it would make another appearance during our playtime. It wasn't just sex, it wasn't making love - it was... Something. I loved every second of it.

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