#you overplayed your hand dude

[anartificialsatellite]

WHOOPS

Hope the 20yo used cassette player I ordered from eBay was fucking worth it

[quarterlifekitty]

Clingy/Obsessive König makes me sooo stupid like a giant violent dog of a man who knows he’s not good enough for you, and never will be, but also won’t let you slip away, cannot let go of you, who begs for scraps of affection but also takes you like a wild creature. 👌 its just so good

So this is like way overplayed but being a medic who happens to pull a bullet or two out of him during combat— and suddenly he has a complex over you. You’re the angel that saved his life. He’s in love with you. Dude has had so little to cling to in his life, it’s easy for him to latch when he’s shown the barest hint of conscience and sympathy.

Not so much that he’ll tell you what you mean to him, but he is following you around like a stray. Glaring over your shoulder. Doing things on the field that are almost foolish to protect you. His presence alone is enough to ward off any romantic attention from others.

He seems almost like a hypochondriac. Comes in to get checked more than necessary for things he used to just ignore, or tend himself. Anything for feel your hands on his skin.

So when your hands start to linger when you’re checking over him, what is he supposed to think? When you tell him you like him coming to visit you, even if he doesn’t really need medical attention. How is supposed to keep his hands to himself? When you don’t pull away when he cups your cheek with a trembling paw, how is he meant to stop?

[cloveroctobers]

LOVE FOR A MINUTE — ARMANDO ARETAS [Summer Randoms]

A/N: I did say I was going to take a break with my summer collection soon but uh…THIS IS ACTUALLY SHORT WORK SO IT DOESNT COUNT! Anyways what if I bring you a dash of some mess that I randomly started writing on my lunch break based off one of my current overplayed songs?🏃🏽‍♀️

WARNINGS: language, toxicity, arranged marriages, mentions of gun violence, use of y/n & infidelity!

SYNOPSIS: in which Armando is trying to figure out a lot of things in his life but…it’s always something.

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All it took was some passionfruit soda to figure out that you were cheating on him. Not only cheating but with someone he unfortunately worked alongside of.

Rafe.

And Armando already couldn’t stand his obnoxious ass. It didn’t take him long to figure it out either, the dots being connected unbeknownst to you and it was no secret that Armando was a man of few words but he was also very observant. Rafe had no issue being the loudest in the room, the type of co-worker that loved playing videos on his phone on the highest of volumes that one of his speakers was actually on its way out.

Rafe was all protein shakes, açaí bowls, and early morning workout routines but the moment he showed up with a plastic filled cup with a colorful beverage, burping up a storm from the other side of Kelly, who kept giving him warnings while she cleaned her favorite weapon of choice at her spot of the desk, that was the final blow for Armando.

Armando looked away from his own desk which was off to the side away from the original AMMO members—he had his own personal sticker thanks to the amusement of the team which read: does not play well with others right on the side of the table, he fully turned to face Rafe who laughed it up.

“C’moooooon, That was the best one!” Rafe held his hands up in defense.

Dorn rolled his eyes with a shake of his head, “not only are you annoyingly distracting, you also reek, dude. What the hell are you drinking?”

The ADHD must be kicking in as Rafe now had one hand on his phone, texting away with his thumb, giving Armando enough time to sneak up and catch a glimpse of a bikini photo that looked awfully familiar before Rafe quickly locked his phone. He clears his throat, lifting his head to meet Armando standing over him.

“Can I help you? Ever heard of personal space?”

Armando lifts his chin, his voice naturally low as he states, “Let me see your phone.”

“Uhhhh? No?”

“I’m not asking.”

“Which is exactly why I’m not handing it over.” Rafe smirked.

Armando crossed his arms, “You got something to hide?”

“No.” Rafe scoffed, “I just don’t appreciate you standing over me like you’re fucking Michael myers or something, making demands. We’re not even friends and I know you got your own phone, whether it’s from your deadbeat dad or from some dirty money you probably have stashed away.”

Hands were placed right on Rafe, making Dorn widen his eyes from his spot at the sound of impact while he sat at the end of the desk. Armando had his hands right at Rafe’s shirt, but not without slapping his hands flat against Rafe’s chest, almost knocking the wind out of him as Armando bunched up his shirt while he got right in Rafe’s face. “…Seems like you had a lot to say about me behind my back, so why don’t you say it all to my face this time?”

“Yeah okay…” Rafe starts as he sizes Armando up, “Maybe you should go on your lunch break because you’re doing a lot right now. More than usual.”

Armando doesn’t miss a beat, “Maybe I should ask your girl to join me instead. You know the one? The one you keep stringing along and is also the mother of your baby girl?”

Rafe tightens his square jaw, “what the fuck are you getting at, bro?”

Armando darkens his stare, “I see right through you, bro.”

“Oh yeah?”

“So I’m actually going to ask you a question that I already know the answer to: are you fucking my wife?”

Kelly and Dorn both flick their gazes to each other’s.

Rafe licks his full lips, breaking eye contact for a moment, but he knew he had an audience so he keeps his usual persona up, “…I’ll give her back if you want?”

And that was enough for Armando to swing. He didn’t need to know the details from Rafe but he needed to make the message clear, it was always fuck Rafe around these parts, and he stood on that. However Rafe wasn’t one to back down from a fight and sure he maybe taller than Armando, the well known muscle of the team but none of that means anything to Armando. He’s had plenty of bodies left to rot all over—so in short—none of these men were punks.

“As much as I love a good fight, I’m exhausted dealing with you assholes everyday! So cut the shit.” Kelly yells, one arm pressed up against Rafe’s throat on the other side of the room while Dorn is also holding Armando back.

Dorn nods, “We’re supposed to be a team, here!”

“He sucker punched me in the face!” Rafe points, “and we were forced to work with his bitch ass anyways!”

Armando pants, “The only backstabbing bitch I see here is you, motherfucker.”

“Oh whatever! I don’t owe you anything. You’re in your feelings over a chick that just wasn’t that into you and you knew that so you want to take it out on me.” Rafe yells, “face it, you got played by someone that was forced to be with you because of mommy dearest.”

Armando laughs humorlessly, ducking underneath Dorn’s arms but he jogs right after him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them back while yanking Armando, “I’m surprised it took this long for someone to knock you on your ass.”

“Oh it’s been awhile.” Kelly chimes in over her shoulder.

Rafe rolls his eyes, recalling just what Kelly was talking about, “I’d split your eyebrow open if it wasn’t for Mr. And Mrs. Smith here. And you got me while I was sitting, which is weak by the way.”

Armando shrugs, “what difference would it make? you’d still be garbage.”

“All that anger should go to someone who cares and newsflash, it’s not me.” Rafe mockingly grins at the ex-crime boss.

Dorn interupts, “wait…all this is over y/n? Rafe…the one you were sexting and talking about is y/n?”

Kelly throws her head back with a shake of her head, just wondering why her boyfriend would add more salt to the wound. Dorn sometimes ended up speaking his thoughts out loud before thinking them over, truly.

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Someone gets an B-!”

However that didn’t stop Kelly from shoving her forearm tighter up the dark haired man’s throat, making him wheeze. Rafe raises his hand in surrender as a sign that he was just joking.

“That’s fucked up, dude.” Dorn slowly loosen’s his grip on Armando who side eyes him for holding him back, then fixes his shirt, “on so many levels.”

The four in the room couldn’t erase the tension but two familiar forms definitely could.

“What is going on in here?!” Captain Secada demanded, as she viewed the damage to the tech, Rafe’s busted lip, who tried to hide the evidence by pulling his lips into his mouth, spilled fruit soda dripping off the counter and onto the desk chair, Kelly let’s go of the Asian man, placing her hands on her hips as she looked back and forth between the men in further irritation, Dorn awkwardly scratches the back of his head, and Armando appeared as if he was ready to leap again.

Detective Lowrey steps into Armando’s view, who still appeared as if he was looking right through his biological father, right at Rafe.

“Mando, talk to us.”

He says nothing, making Mike rub his jaw in frustration at the common wall his son liked to put up. “My guess is: Rafe got what was comin’ to him.”

Kelly snorts while Dorn nods his head, quickly looking away once Rafe throws his hands up is confusion on why Dorn didn’t have his back. Rita sends Mike a warning look but he just shrugs as he turns to stand side ways, so that he can get a good look at everyone again.

“Regardless of what happened before we arrived—which I will find out—Do I need to remind you all that this is a place of business, where professionalism and team work is supposed to be the number one priority?”

Rafe huffs, “try telling that to the cartel Tasmanian devil over there. I know what oath I took to be here…some people were just handed shit.”

All eyes snapped to Rafe at that.

He just didn’t know when to quit.

Armando snickered as he scratches at the side of his nose by his beauty mark. Although his heart was drumming in his chest over the truth, he kept his cool—now.

“…That’s fine, next time I’ll just put the gun in your mouth instead.”

“WHOA! WHOA! ALRIGHT!” Mike scolded, although he didn’t blame Armando, he didn’t need him locked up again.

While Rita interjected, “that’s enough you two!”

“I think that’s my cue to go home for the day.” Armando stated, not looking for permission from either of the higher ranks, as he turns to start grabbing a few of his items: phone, keys, and his backpack.

“Tell y/n I said wassup.” Rafe raises his chin while Armando sends him one last look with a mocking laugh, motioning a gun at him on his way out.

Mike runs his hands over his goatee as Rita sends him a glance, making him quickly dip his head to follow his son out of the trailer part of the building.

“Mando, hey!” Mike calls out to the shorter man who’s making his way over to his car.

Armando keeps moving, unlocking the door to the car, throwing his things into the passenger side. When Mike slams his hands down on the hood of the car, Armando turns from the ajar door to meet Mike’s eyes.

“Don’t do nothing stupid. Not when you’ve come this far.” Mike tells Armando, whose eyes are as dark as black coffee.

Armando blinks, “Sure, I’m a murderer turned agent but I’m not down for being disrespected.”

“Okay,” Mike nods, “I feel that. And I’m proud that you lasted this long not popping that asswipe in the mouth.”

Armando snorts, already being aware that Rafe had his share of words with Mike as well.

“Tell me now, are you plotting something against y/n too?”

“No.” Armando shrugged his shoulders, “I been knew—

“But you loved her so that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt, right? You can be real with me.” Mike suggests.

Armando deeply inhales, “…I don’t think I know much about love after all, Mike.”

And with that, he climbs into the car, starting the engine, leaving the man on the outside to step out of the way and watch Armando go.

The stories you tried to spin when you got Armando to finally talk to you, made him blow up on you. It’s not the first fight you’ve ever had, the relationships always been toxic. Your mothers were in jail together, you and Armando were practically raised in that facility together in Mexico City until a certain age and then you were both uprooted away from your moms and away from each other.

Somehow you found your way back together, whereas Armando went into training underneath Benito Aretas, you didn’t exactly grow up in a loving home either. Finding yourselves into crooked crime and wealth, you both did well for yourselves and it was written in stone that you two would be in an arranged marriage. Your mother ended up dying in prison but that was her dying wish, believing that Isabel would do right by you.

Depends on how you define that.

You became Mrs. Aretas at twenty-one but once you came to the states and got a taste of a different life, you changed. Armando was always on a mission and ultimately you were on a different one.

You two were no longer a team so it seemed, carrying on tasks on your own where at times your home in Florida started to feel colder at times.

“I’m out here forced to pay off my debts with people I don’t even care for like that, knowing that my wife is doing me dirty. How do you expect me to continue living your famous lie of: everything’s fine when it’s far from it?” Armando asks after you slapped the laptop that he was working on, right off the dining table.

You’re folding your arms, “nothing about our relationship has been a lie, i love you and wouldn’t have married you if I didn’t regardless of what our mother’s wanted. I just—

“ Last I heard you don’t cheat on people you claim to love—guess that’s something you have in common with my mother.” Armando leans back in the chair, fingers folded together.

Raising your brows you deeply exhale, “Look…I know you’re pissed off with me and you have every right to be but i dont appreciate you comparing me to Isabel. I’m not anything like her.”

Armando shrugs his shoulders, “manipulative, selfish, calculated, narcissistic—

“Wow! Say it with your whole chest then.”

“You fucked up, so I’m done.”

“W-what?”

“All those years gone just like that.” Armando feels his jaw about to shake, “and with Rafe of all people? He’s somebody’s whole father and you know he treat’s Kennicott like shit so what was it? The crimson chin?”

You clench your eyes shut, “this is no excuse but the first time we were all drunk and at the club, Mike was there—

“Don’t bring him into this,” Armando snaps, knowing where you were going, “we been had that conversation months ago. You know what? I don’t even need the whole rundown because I’ve already got the gist. I just want to know when I should expect you out by.”

He’s back on his phone, app open to make a schedule and reminders already.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You argue.

Armando keeps a straight face although his brow wants to raise in annoyance, “cool then I’ll leave and have some people stop by to get my things within a week.”

“Armando.” You start, waterworks rising as you begin to follow him, “we can work this out.”

Armando stops in his tracks, almost making you bump into the back of him. He says over his shoulder, “there’s nothing else to work out, this hasn’t been working and I’ve constantly been turning the other cheek since we got here together. Since I got locked up but I guess you forgot about what a commitment entails. Maybe we’re better off without each other for good this time.”

Angrily wiping your tears you grit at his retreating form down the hallway that led to one of the five bedrooms, laundry room, and the side door that led to the car port outside, “don’t tell me you’re just gonna go off and fuck off with Kennicott and her kid? how cliche!”

He puts his shades on in the driver’s side as you rest your hands on the rolled down window, “take care of yourself the best way you know how, y/n and good luck with Rafe. Who knows how much longer he’s got left?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly, what that means.” Armando’s stare is heated even behind his expensive shades, “please, watch your feet. I’m outta here.”

You’re left a gapping fish, jumping back as Armando reversed out of the car port and out of your life for good, if he can help it.

“Hi sweetie,” you smile down at the five year old by the swings as you briefly peek back at Kennicott standing in front of Armando who’s sitting on the bench, shielding the sun from his eyes but his faint dimples are showing as he peers up at her like she created the damn sun.

You start to wonder when’s the last time he’s looked at you like that.

It’s been some time since he emptied his things out the shared home you had together. You still tried to keep up conversations and hookups with Rafe, mostly to keep tabs on Armando but Rafe caught on quick to your game. That’s when the ghosting started and you running up on every other girl Rafe tried to bring back to his place.

Deeming you as crazy but it wouldn’t be the first time.

This wasn’t healthy, you knew this but you couldn’t help yourself. Why did Rafe think he could just get rid of you? And why did Armando think he can just move on and do exactly what you knew he would do.

That’s where you got it wrong.

He wasn’t dating Kennicott but she did manage to get some smiles out of him. Of course he already knew her since she came around to headquarters doing sweet things for Rafe and the team that he never appreciated. It was like Kennicott was a bother to Rafe yet she was also the mother of his child? She deserved better much like Armando did and if you wanted to look at it in a petty way…it was nice to get underneath Rafe’s skin in the process by being her friend.

You still didn’t sign the divorce papers but when you received them, you thought about doing a drive by to be honest. That was more Armando’s style but it wouldn’t be so different than what you normally got into. Before getting to that you started off small, by keeping tabs on those Armando affiliated with and placing a tracker on Kennicott’s emerald green 4Runner. Which led to the park Kennicott always brought her daughter to on Saturdays.

Wednesdays were swimming lessons, Thursdays were Kennicott’s late nights at the office so baby girl was usually with Rafe’s mom. You had their schedule down pat and it was the perfect time to execute.

“Y/n?!” Armando screamed your name as you handed the five year old off to your accomplice in the backseat.

It was like slow motion as you spotted a worried Kennicott gripping Armando’s forearm, once your eyes switched from their comfortability and back up to their faces, you sent a wicked smile before tossing the door back and hoping into the tinted car.

Armando knows he could have taken the shot but you were still his wife, there were plenty of witnesses and children, and he always had the risk of being thrown back in jail hanging over his head. He knew your game, actually fell in love with it, so all he could do for right now was embrace a distraught Kennicott underneath his arm and call it in.

If that’s how you wanted to play, he was guaranteed to win.

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Continue reading my summer anthology writings & prompts here.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #291

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Experiment in progress. Refer to case logs.

What. What? What was happening to me?

I ran to the boys’ bathroom and slammed the stall door behind me. I gripped my head in my hands and began hyperventilating. I remembered the future better than I could remember the recent past. I knew Serenity would fall before the puddle she slipped in even existed, yet I couldn’t remember a history lecture. It made no sense. Something was really off today, and I was positive it was because of that phone call.

“Hey!” I yelled out. “What the hell just happened?!?”

Celeste’s voice tuned into my head. “You seem to be having side effects, Trevor. Let me take a look at it.”

“Who are you, Celeste?”

There was a sound of typing on the other end. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Then I’m not going to do what you tell me anymore.”

Celeste was silent for a moment, followed by some rustling and flipping of paper. She sighed. “Fine. It doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Wait…” I realized I may have overplayed my hand. “What do I do next?”

“Just do what comes naturally, Trevor. Don’t worry about it. I’ll leave you alone from here.”

“What if I start remembering the future again?”

She didn’t respond. I tried to think of what was going to happen next, but nothing came to me. Good. This was what I wanted. Normal.

I went to join my friends for nutrition break. They sat around a table like always, talking about random things they saw on the internet.

“Here come dat boi!” Gordon called out.

“Oh shit waddup,” I replied as I sat down and pulled a granola bar from my backpack.

“Dude,” J.C. nudged my shoulder. “You’re missing out on cheese sticks.”

“That’s fine, my stomach’s bothering me anyway.”

“Did you hear?” Gordon asked. “Serenity sprained her ankle. She’s not gonna play tonight.”

“Yeah…” I gulped. “I may have heard.”

“My sister is taking her place. She’s really good.” He sipped his carton of chocolate milk. “We’re gonna plow through the visiting team.”

I suddenly had a devious thought. I knew we were going to lose the volleyball game. I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I knew. This could be a great opportunity to get some pocket cash.

“Not to diss your sis, Gordon, but I think we’re gonna get smoked.” I pulled out my wallet and thumbed through the bills. “Forty-three bucks says your sister gets plowed. Uh… so to speak.”

He glared at me and slammed his money on the table. “You’re on, jackass. J.C. holds the money until tomorrow.”

“Hey!” Celeste scolded me from wherever she was. “That didn’t come naturally!”

I smirked. She knew well enough I wasn’t going to change my mind.

“Oh, whatever!” She said, a hint of gruffness in her throat. “It’s not like it’ll make a difference anyway. Do what you want.”

What did she mean by that?

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

[helloloveyes]

Derek is obviously worried about Stiles freaking out that he overplayed being a chill boyfriend and now he finds the weirdest shit around their house.

At first Stiles thought it was an accident, a strange ring forgotten between the sheets, spill wine on the carpet, too much garlic on the food. Until he found a wooden crucifix in the laundry room. And then it hit him. The ring was made of iron, the red wine had been blood and the garlic... Yeah...

So now Derek was worried Stiles was not human. It shouldn't be as fun as it was. Once Stiles figured it out he waited for his boyfriend to come back home, romantic dinner set, candles lightening the room and a real bottle of wine ready to be opened.

"Derek when I met you I knew I would never find someone as perfect for me as you. In a way I always thought you couldn't be real, less alone human. You endure all my shit and make me feel loved despite them." He knelt down, taking the small box from his pocket he placed it on Derek's strong hand. "You could be an alien and I wouldn't mind because you are good, kindhearted and I-" he couldn't hold his tears anymore, his voice wavering by the force of his feelings. Derek was looking at him from his chair, hazel eyes wide, mouth open in surprise. "I love, I love, I love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would yo have me? Would you love me? Would you marry me?"

Derek stood up, pulling Stiles into a tight embrace. "Yes, Stiles. Yes. I love you. So much."

Tears of joy, clumsy kisses and more hugs were shared between them. In the end the only thing that matter was, that they both loved and accepted each other with all their flaws.

"Dude, we have so much to plan." Stiles beamed at his fiancée.

"Don't call me dude." Derek kissed Stiles one more time before lifting his human and carrying him bridal style all the way to the bedroom making him laugh.

"I can get used to this, my werewolf boyfriend."

"Your werewolf future husband."

Your SO confesses to you that they are a werewolf. You, a human, respond with a simple okay and proceed to go on. They, in huge shock, can’t grasp your easy acceptance. From that day, in various ways, they began testing if you are a mystical creature yourself.

[1d1195]

hi !!! its me again i was just listening to 'black and white' by niall and omggg i got hit with MAJOR dolcezza vibes dude. (also a lil 'made to be' but mostly dolce) this part:

"See you standin' in your dress Swear in front of all our friends There'll never be another I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life"

ABSOLUTELY BUT THE OTHER PART THAT REALLY GOT ME WAS THIS ONE

"And there's a vision I've been holdin' in my mind We're 65 and you ask When did I first know, I always knew"

AHAJHAJAJSH if you hear sirens 🚨 theyre for me cause i cant handle all this. BUT OMG THEY BOTH BEEN OBSESSED WITH EACH OTHER FROM THE START (especially him) AND THEY'RE SOOOO ADORABLE i cant even.

and theres ANOTHER song (im sorryyyy) thats just adorable in every single way im obsessed with it. timeless by taylor swift !!! its so them with the

"I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless"

oh my heart they really are timeless😭😭 also the part where she says "and id die for you in the same way," which sound kind of dramatic but come on !! we know he die for her (or at least get seriously injured) after that whole stalker incident. and mc would legit do ANYTHING for him

forgive me for ranting i just love your stories and characters soooo much theyre literally always on my mind HOPE YOUR HAVING THE BEST DAY EVER SAM ILY 🫶

~🎶

OMG WOW WOW WOW

So I LOVE Black and White! Its one of my favorites by Niall! I think him being down so bad for his gf/fiancee/wife (what ever she is lol, I can't keep up with the rumors) is the sweetest cutest thing 😭 You're so right it's very Dolcezza coded, the little obsessed cuties!

I actually don't think I know Timeless! I'm not a huge Swiftie. Neither for nor against. When I like one of her songs I def overplay it but I think the radio ruined a lot of her music for me hahahaha (but you'd have to pry Anti-Hero from my hands when I die) But I will give that a listen because the lyrics certainly sound like Dolcezza!!! :)

You know, you make a really good point that Harry's done a lot of the heavy lifting in their relationship as far as being there for her when she needs him 👀👀 might be "fun" to see her freak out a bit about Harry in the future 🤭

So happy to hear from you! I hope you're well! 💕 Love you!!!!

xoxo

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Thinking thoughts about the TokRev boys (from all different corners of the show but this got out of hand when I started writing for Hanma playing the trumpet. Sorry {not sorry?}). How strong their lips and lungs would be while they're going down on you. Fuck me, dude.

A/N ::: I was watching something today and there was a band. A couple of neurons misfired. Hanma popped into my mind. Here we are, guys. Hanma, again.

C/W ::: Hanma x F.reader, implied drinking, oral M->F, unprotected P->V, and a whole bunch 'o' lies about Hanma being nice ; ).

WC ::: 1,219

TrumpetPlayer!Hanma ::: Stands up on stage, staring at you the whole time he's blowing into the instrument. Don't think he doesn't notice how you're rubbing your thighs together. Such a cute girl, trying to play off her arousal as dancing. Silly, cute, girl.

He sees it. And it's all he can do to keep the tent from popping up in his pants. After the (kick ass!) show he's helping the rest of his band mates take their equipment down and load it up into the van.

You walk up to him and tell him how great they played tonight - and every night, really. You've been going to their gigs for a while now. He smiles, thanking you for supporting them wherever they play, and he puts the speaker on the ground, sitting on it.

Hanma asks you what you're doing right now because the band is having a small after party and it happens to be at his place tonight. "You wanna come?" He brushes his hair from his sweaty forehead and you're sure you're going to squeal if you open your mouth, so you just nod sweetly as he takes your phone and puts in his address and number just in case you get lost.

10 minutes later you're on the road to meet up with him everyone and kick back. His apartment isn't that big, but it's perfect for an intimate gathering. The guys are all there and they all seem to know each other well.

You're standing by the wall with a red cup in your hand when Hanma comes up to you and tells you how glad he is you could make it. You smile and tell him you're happy to be here too. Hanma suggests you go somewhere quieter so you can talk and you both end up in his room.

He shuts the door behind you and you stand next to his bed. You ask him what else he likes to do besides play the trumpet and he tells you to have a seat next to him. He tells you that he doesn't bite - hard - unless you want him to. You laugh too much, you think, at that overplayed joke and hope he doesn't notice.

Hanma turns to look at you, his eyes serious. He says he wants to kiss you and it's like he's sucked all the oxygen from your lungs with just his words. You say yes. And then his lips are on yours. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you open your mouth to him. He tastes like cigarettes and beer and it's so fucking intoxicating to you that you have some sort of out of body head rush.

Hanma pulls away, breathing heavily for someone who has such an already impressive lung capacity. He looks at you, a question in his eyes. You nod and he kisses you again, this time harder and more desperate. Your hands find his hair and you tug at it, making him moan into your mouth.

Hanma moves his lips down your neck, biting and sucking at the skin there. He unzips your jeans and slips a hand into your panties. You buck into his fingers and he tells you to keep going. "Oh? You like that? Want me to fuck you with my fingers? How about my cock, huh? Orrr ..." he says between kissing your neck and lips, "maybe my mouth. You ever have a trumpet player go down on you? It'll change your life."

You cry out when he pushes two fingers inside of you and starts moving them in and out. You can feel the pressure building up inside of you and when he rubs your clit with his thumb, you lose it. You cum all over his fingers and he laughs, licking them clean. Hanma leans down and kisses you one more time before getting up and walking over to the door.

He opens it and calls out to his band mates, telling them to get the fuck out of his house. They groan in disappointment but leave anyway. Hanma shuts the front door and locks it. He takes off his clothes and you can see his hard cock bouncing between his legs. "Now ... I'm gonna do this properly."

You smile, taking off your shirt and pants. He walks over to you and kneels on the floor, spreading your legs open before diving right in. Hanma tongues your clit before licking up and down your slit. He dips his tongue inside and you gasp. He works his magic for a few minutes until you're begging him to fuck you. Hanma doesn't do what you ask, of course. He wants you to have the full experience. He eats your pussy like it's the last day the earth will rotate. He's so thorough.

You cum again on his mouth and he slurps up every last drop of it. You're ready for him to stop at any second, but he doesn't. No. He lets you ride out one of the best orgasms you have ever had on his lips and tongue until you're shaking and coming all over his face again. And when you're done, he stands up and gets on the bed, hovering above you.

He brushed his cock up against your twitchy hole until he had you begging for him to be inside of you. Your fingers grip his back, digging your nails in occasionally as he thrusts in and out of your soaking cunt. He moans and grunts as he thrusts into you harder and faster. Hanma's mouth is on yours again and then he's panting into your ear. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He groans. "Where do you want it ... where do you want me to cum, huh?"

The question threw you for a loop because you've never really been with anyone who has asked you before. "Ins-inside! Cum inside of me, Hanma!"

He laughed, "Call me Shuji, doll."

You pulled your lips from his and said, "Ok, cum inside of me, Shuji!"

His hips slapped against yours a few more times and he was spilling inside of your warmth.

"Fuck," he said. He collapsed on top of you and you ran your fingers through his hair. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and it made you shiver. Hanma moved and slid out of you, cum dripping onto the sheets. He got up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a towel for you to clean up.

You both lay there in a comfortable silence until he started playing with your hair. "So, did I change your life?" he asked. You turned to him, a smile on your face. "I, um, it was definitely the best pussy eating I've ever experienced. Did it change my life?" Your lips twisted to the side and you said, "I think I'll need you to run me through that a few more times before I can make a sound judgment call." He laughed and pulled the sheet over your head. "Oh, look. You're dead!" You giggled and let him kiss your cheek. It was the beginning of a beautiful, horny relationship.

(*Just kidding. Hanma is probably a real prick who doesn't love anyone but Kisaki. But a girl can dream!)

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Committing to Being a Swiftie Part 4: Red (TV)

Song: State of Grace Best Lyrics: "Now all we know is don't let go" Would Save: No Thoughts: Her voice sounds so whiny in this, but it's a fairly upbeat opener for the album

Song: Red Best Lyrics: "Missing him was dark gray, all alone" Would Save: Earlier this year Thoughts: I liked it back when it came out, but not enough to save it. But upon (TV) I still knew the words to the chorus

Song: Treacherous Best Lyrics: "And I'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands" Would Save: no Thoughts: Why did no one check in on this relationship 11 years ago....this song is so obviously a cry for help, low key

Song: I knew you were trouble Best Lyrics: Lying on the cold, hard ground (But she got rid of the goat noises!) Would Save: No, but I had it saved back in the day - 2012. I think it's just been hella overplayed since then

Song: All Too Well Best Lyrics: "I forget about you long enough to forget why i needed to" Would Save: No -- I have the 10 minute version saved Thoughts: Didn't know this one until I already memorized the longer version, and now I think it's rude she didn't include all the dirt back in the day. I also never realized how her voice and the guitar sounds a little different in this version. Also, I've never related to this song but still belt it with all my heart as if I too have a scarf at Maggie Gyllenhaal's house

Song: 22 Would save: It's been saved since probably '22 Best Lyrics: "It feels like a perfect night for breakfast at midnight" Thoughts: So I really didn't like this song when it first came out because it was the lead single and the first line says "it feels like the perfect night to make fun of our exes" & without the context of the rest of the album that seems too.... annoying? on brand? for her reputation at the time. Especially after speak now, where the whole premise was "every song is about a different person" It felt too subtweet-y at the time. I appreciated it a lot more after listening to The Moment I knew & ATW(10 Mins)

Song: I Almost Do Would Save: Almost ;) but no Best Lyrics: I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can't say hello and risk another goodbye Thoughts: Seriously, how have we not cancelled Jake Gyllenhaal yet

Song: We Are never ever getting back together Would save: no - overplayed Best Lyrics: "Like...ever." Thoughts: I used to make so much fun of this song when it first came out with my friend in the dorms because it was so annoying and repetitive. Also, I kinda wanna know what indie records Jake listens to...

Song: Stay Stay Stay Would save: no Lyrics: "You took the time to memorize me - my fears, my hopes and dreams" Thoughts: so....repetitive, and is her voice childish on purpose? It's giving nursery rhyme, and I bet he's probably called her immature so is this a parody? Am I overthinking it?

Song: The Last Time Would Save: no Lyrics: "And all the times I let you in, just for you to disappear again"

Song: Holy Ground Would save: no Lyrics: "And the story's got dust on every page"

Song: Sad Tragic Beautiful Would save: no Lyrics: "And you've got your demons and they all look like me" Thoughts: Dude I get that she was in love but 30 songs? really? idk at this point it's just beating a dead Jak--horse.

Song: The lucky one Lyrics: "Everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool" Would save: no

Song: Everything Has Changed Saved: Since 2012 Lyrics: "All I know is we said hello,and your eyes look like coming home" Thoughts: I've always thought this has been one of her most romantic songs, and encapsulates having a crush perfectly

Song: Starlight Would Save: Cute, but nah -- too basic Best Lyrics: "He said look at you worrying about things you can't control"

Song: Begin Again Would Save: no Best Lyrics: "You think I'm funny cause he never did" Thoughts: This song should have been called "I do"

Song: The moment I knew Would save: Saved as of a few months ago Best lyrics: What do you do when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? Thoughts: I think this is the first time we hear defeat in her voice and the finality is so powerful

Song: Come back, be here Would save: no Best lyrics: "This is when the feeling sinks in -- I don't wanna miss you like this"

Song: Girl at home Would save: no Best lyric: Delete my number and consider this lesson learned Thoughts: I think this the first time we actually see her being a girls girl, I also like how she's like I can't do this, because I've been in her position

Song: State of grace (acoustic) Best lyrics: Twin flame signs, 4 blue eyes Would save: no Thoughts: definitely don't like it slower

Song: Ronan Best lyrics: You were my best 4 years // What if I kept the hand me downs you grow into Would save: no Thoughts: It's so amazing she did this song, being unable to relate but so sad

Song: Better man Would save: upon TV Best lyric: & I just miss you and I wish you were a better man Thoughts: I wish this song came out on the original red, I would have liked it as a teenager

Song: Nothing new Would save: no Best lyrics: "they say go out and have your fun and then slay the ones that actually do it"

Song: Babe Would save: no Best lyrics: I can't unsee it

Song: Message in a bottle Would save: no Thoughts: “Most of my lyrics are ‘Fountain Pen’ lyrics,” Swift said in a statement with Apple. “They’re modern personal stories, written like poetry, about those moments you remember all too well where you can see, hear, and feel everything in screaming detail. Glitter Gel Pen songs (like this) have lyrics that make you want to dance, sing and toss glitter around the room, They remind you not to take yourself too seriously, which is something we all need to hear these days. Quill Pen songs are songs with lyrics that make you feel all old fashioned, like you’re a 19th century poet crafting your next sonnet by candlelight.”

Song: I bet you think about me Best lyrics: Is it sad that the love you're looking for is the love you had? Would save: no Thoughts: "You grew up in a silver spoon gated community" ... but so did you, taylor.

Song: Forever winter Best lyric: Too young to know better Would save: no

Song: Run Would Save: no Lyrics: "Pale Blue eyes reflected in the sky"

Song: The very first night Would save: It's cute and catchy but nah Lyrics: "I drive on different roads, but they all lead back to you" Thoughts: This is such an upbeat song for being so sad

Song: All Too Well (10 minutes) Best lyrics: "fuck the patriarchy", "you kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath", "and you call up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of honest", *literally all of the 4th verse*, "I'll get older but your lovers stay my age" Thoughts: Could have ended around 7:40, tbh

Overall thoughts: This is where I officially stopped being a swiftie and now, 11 years after the original release..... I still the album too repetitive for my taste. 9/30 - not my era, too many vault songs when the 10 minute one reigns superior

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Sunday Funnies, If You're Not Offended...

Welcome back to this week’s edition of the Sunday Funnies, where last week the bizarro world index * was red lining with a vengeance. (* Note: Bizarro World Index is a leading indicator of how bizarre our world has become) Starting with Dr. (not a real Doctor) Jill Biden awarding the International Women’s Day award for courage to a dude – AT THE WHITE HOUSE – to the Dems and RINOs crying over Tucker Carlson revealing footage of the January 6th demonstrations showing police giving a guided tour of the Capitol.   And these are only two of the many examples of how screwed up the values have become from the perverts in the District of Caligula. And now that we have an International Women’s AND International Men’s Day (November 19, 2023) it won’t be long until we end up with an International They/Them Day.       If even a few years ago someone said we would be experiencing this bizarro world behavior, you would’ve said they’re crazy. Or that we’ve been invaded by aliens. But…       Meanwhile, a totally complicit media somehow manages to deny that they are instrumental in passing off blatant lies to the public…like the Jan 6th demonstrations.       Visible Proof…       Ironically (or NOT) actual footage released about the Jan 6th demonstrations has stirred a predictable reaction from the liberals in the District of Caligula.       In the long run, history won’t be kind to this current administration. Understandably so. And as long as they continue to flaunt their perversions, we’ll continue to expose their bizarro world behavior that the media tries to hide from the public…and poke fun at them as well.       But that’s precisely why we publish the Sunday Funnies. You see, we use our funnies/memes/cartoons to counter the madness and frustration that accompanies Turbulent Times. Because when it is all said and done, we all need to laugh every now and then. Why? Laughter is good for your soul. And it’s healthy to be a bit silly…especially in the face of fear mongering, medical tyranny, and especially the threat of WWIII. It’s all the more reason why we won’t apologize…especially if our Funnies just happen to hurt some Progressive/Socialist/Communist/Globalist’s feeeellwwings. And please remember: The Sunday Funnies are not just about our nations bizarre state of politics/finance/beliefs. It’s about awareness of what’s happening in the world that we choose to poke fun at. And, if our funnies/memes/cartoons/etc. provide you with a laugh or two – and/or open your eyes to some stark realities – then we consider that a victory. So, when things tend to get a bit overwhelming, we believe it’s best to remember that Humor is Waaaayyyyy better than Hatred…which is contrary to what the world wants you to believe. And we hope you see the Sunday Funnies as a refreshing oasis in the middle of a parched, dry, and increasingly dark world that we’re living in. As always, we remind you:  As difficult as things might appear, Evil Always Overplays its Hand…And Righteousness Prevails. Thanks again for joining us on this crazy journey we’re on and remember America Was Built by the Brave, Not by the Fearful… ******************************** To Celebrate International Women’s Day, We’d Like to Point Out How “White Women” Were Conveniently Left Out And/Or Unrecognized by Borrowing a Scene from Mel Brook’s Classic Movie BLAZING SADDLES       ************************************** And Here’s a Friendly FYI About the Jan 6th Demonstrations…       ************************************* Well Said, Elon…Well Said.       ************************************ When Libs Find the Truth is Hard to Swallow       ************************************* How True Americans Respond to the Ukrainian Pimp/Comedian President’s Charge About Our Children Having to Die for Their Country’s Corruption       *************************************** Meanwhile, In Russia…       ******************************* How Driving a Car Reveals Personalities…       ************************************** Ahhh, Yes! Nothing Like a Reminder of How Growing Up In the ‘Good Old Days’ Made Us Tougher Than Today’s Wimps         *************************************** A Question That No One Really Wants An Answer to…         ************************************* As Part of ‘Deconstruction’ Could This Also be Why Blacks Are Being Told They’re Entitled to Reparations?  Just Askin’       *********************************** Public Reaction As the ½ White Former Quarterback (Raised by White Parents) Tries to Rekindle His White Oppression Saga…       *********************************** Ironically (or NOT) Similar to Winning the Lottery…       ************************************* Hidden Wisdom Passed On from Some of Our Very Cool Parents       ************************************* The Same Fraud Continues…and the Sheeple Somehow Still Fall For It       ********************************** When You Try to See the “Other Viewpoint”       ******************************* Remember When All of the Pro-Vaxxers Out There Dominated Social Media?       *************************************** For Those Awkward Moments When We Realize…       ******************************** Gamers and Collectors, Get Your Limited Edition Before Supply Runs Out…       *********************************** A Look Behind the Scenes at How They Plan On Poisoning Us Who Refuse to Take the ClotShot…           ************************************ And Another Look ‘Behind the Scenes’ Reveals How the Boyz Profit From the Tragic Events in Ohio       **************************************** Show This to Everyone…Especially if They Don’t Like Bacon And/Or Are a Muslim         ******************************* When Your Mom is On the Phone And Starts Waving at You to Come Closer       *********************************** Passing On Some of Your Fatherly Wisdom While Your Underage Son Drinks Your Beer       *************************************** When Fans of Marvel Comics and Movies Figure Out…       ************************************* As the Truth Unfolds, the Conspiracy Theorists Collectively Reflect…       ******************************* And, Oddly Enough, Even Time Magazine Confirms What We’ve Known All Along             ************************************ ************************************ That’s all for this week’s edition of the Sunday Funnies. Unless, of course, you want to see more risqué and/or NSFW memes… you can find them (HERE). And throughout the Political Chaos of 2023, you can rest assured we’ll poke fun at many of the headline grabbers every weekend, as usual. As always, we hope you enjoy our memes/cartoons/rants etc. and that they bring a smile to your face. We love to hear your comments so keep ‘em coming. And although the world seems pretty dark these days, we encourage you to see why you have a lot to hope for in 2023 and beyond (HERE). In the meantime, be sure to share these funnies with friends and family members. Caution: They may get offended. But remind them…It’s important to laugh together and laugh often. And be sure to tell them… We’re Not Just About Finance…but we use finance to give you hope. See You Next Sunday… Invest with confidence. Sincerely, James Vincent The Reverend of Finance Copyright © 2023 It's Not Just About Finance, LLC, All rights reserved. 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May You Refrain?

Summary: Y/N has been working hard all day and is exhausted from it. What better to add to the stress than a creep who doesn’t like to hear “no”? Thankfully, Rex and his brothers are more than willing to help.

Pairing: Rex x Reader

Tags: gn!reader but I wrote with fem!reader in mind/creepy dude/a bit of cussing/headache/Rex being protective

again, if there are more tags I need to add, please let me know!

Word count: 2.2k

   Your shoulders stooped as the DJ announced yet another overplayed pop song for the drunk wedding reception attendees to flail around to. This crowd was swimming with wild people, and your headache was rising steadily with each beat of the music. You'd already been working for several painful hours, and by the looks of this group, you'd be working clear to the god-forsaken sunrise.

Instead of being honest with your expressions to earn horrible tips and possibly a bad review on the holonet, you plastered on a faux smile as you refilled a Rhodian woman's glass of water. A man asked how much longer the food line would be open. Another woman thanked you profusely, practically clinging to your arm as you took her dirty plate. It all began to blur together. 

Then the music slowed and a beat drop hit. Several "ooh"'s echoed as young couples got up to dance. You somehow managed to hide the grimace as you glided into the kitchen, setting your pitcher on the wait table. 

"Headache?" Your coworker asked. You met her tired eyes and sighed.

"I forgot how much I hate working these events,"

Ashe said a sarcastic quip: "These guys really know how to party."

"Something like that," you rubbed your temple. “And yes, I‘m feeling pain in my brain.”

“Need painkillers?"

You shook your head, "I'll manage. Thanks, though. How long has it been since anyone checked on the food out there?"

"You could probably check on it."

You turned and slid through the swinging door and onto the dark side of the dance floor. Forcing a better posture as you skirted past a few richly-dressed people who ignored your presence, you peered into the pans along the long table. You noted the ones that needed refilled and you cleaned up messes here and there. You felt eyes on you and paused, subtly looking over your shoulder. Nobody caught your attention, so you continued. 

You cursed as you tried to bring up the mental list foods that had run low. The distraction made you forget it. You strode down the length of the table, maintaining a better list this time, and headed back to the kitchen. You glanced over your shoulder again before passing through the door.

You rattled off the list and Ashe and another of the staff set items on the wait table. 

"Y/N, you know a blue Twi'Lek man? He's wearing black and silver. Said he wants to talk to you, but I don't know who the hell he is." Reece, your manager, wiped her hands on a rag and raised a brow at you. 

"I know a few Twi'Leks, but none of the guys are blue." 

"I'll tell him to kriff off then,"

"Hopefully you don't tell him like that,"

Reece chuckled on her way back through the other door, "I might. He’s giving me the creeps."

"You want me to come with you?" Ashe gestured out at the dance floor. Her change of topics sent you whirling. When you frowned at her for an explanation, she obliged, "to re-stock foods,"

"Ohhh," You nodded in understanding, "Might as well."

You both carried on to the buffet table, hovering trays carrying the supplies. It only took a few moments to refill things, but it would've taken less time if not for your watching your back constantly. Not once did you spot a Twi'Lek man fitting Reece's description in the swaying crowd. The pounding in your head made your gaze falter. 

After some time, you were back out refilling drinks. The bride and groom were congregating with the rest of the people—meaning the night was halfway through. Most of the chairs were empty, and the remaining people were in groups drinking and conversing. As you navigated the maze of tables and chairs, you neared the DJ stand. The speakers blasted deafening music and you winced, closing your eyes for a split second. 

That second was long enough for you to run straight into a large man holding a very cold drink. You both gasped, apologizing immediately, even though most of the drink spilled onto the front of your white shirt. He said something and you squinted your eyes at him, realizing that maker, he was really hot. 

"I can't hear you," you shouted, pointing at the speakers.

He nodded slowly, just realizing the situation. You both moved away from the speakers and you urged him to repeat his earlier statement. While you did, you got a better look at this well-dressed man. His face seemed very familiar to you, and in his eyes was a surreal concern that you rarely saw.

"I'm so sorry about that, I should've paid attention to where I was walking. Can I help you clean up?"

"Oh, no! You're fine, really! This happens more often than you might think." You smiled almost genuinely, "If anyone should've been watching where they were going, it's me. You can go to the bar and get a free refill on that drink. I'll tell the bartender."

He frowned, sober, hazel eyes looking into your soul. "You sure?"

"Yeah, it's not a problem. It didn't stain your shirt, did it?" You gestured to the pressed white shirt that was mostly hidden by a blazer with how he stood.

He opened the suit jacket, revealing a small pink splotch and chuckled, "At least it wasn't a rental,"

Stars, his laugh was beautiful. "If there's anything I can help you with, let me know. If you can't find me, you can ask one of the staff for Y/N."

He nodded, "and I'm Rex,"

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"It was nice to meet you as well,"

You smiled again, "Well, enjoy your evening,"

"You too!"

You muttered a slightly begrudged, "I'll try," as you made your way back to the kitchen, empty pitcher in hand. Your face flushed at the thought of the stain that ran down the length of your torso. It made the material of your shirt translucent and you appeared completely unprofessional.  With the small apron you wore, you dabbed at the drink, trying to subtly soak it up. You were so caught up in the mess of your appearance that you missed a very large figure blocking your path.

"Hey, babe, you need help with your shirt?"

You looked up, eyes wide. Your feet stopped just short of the blue Twi'Lek.

"I could take care of it for you,"

Adrenaline spiked in your veins and your face grew hot. "No, thank you, sir. I'll manage."

He raised an eyebrow, standing firm between you and the door to the kitchen. For once, you cursed the fact that the kitchen doors were in the darker areas of the event center. In any other setting, you'd be harsh with a creep, but you needed to represent this company well. You needed this job. You smiled softly, nodding fairwell, and turned to the other door to the kitchen. 

You hadn't taken a step before fingers slipped subtly around your wrist. "Don't be like that," His voice rumbled way too close for your comfort. You tried to twist out of his grasp, but it didn't work. "Please don't cause a scene, sweetheart."

You turned to face him and he smiled down at you, teeth sharp. He reached for your other hand and you jerked it away, growling, "Let me go."

"Y/N!" Both of you looked up to see Rex marching in your direction. "The bartender wants to talk to you about my free drink,"

His grip loosened upon seeing the hulk that was Rex's form. Against your will, your voice shook as you replied, "I'll gladly talk to her about that!"

You didn't miss the glares that both the Twi'Lek and Rex sent each other. Rex's was much more intimidating though, and you were glad he was on your side. As soon as you reached him, he took to your side, glancing behind you as you made your way to the bar.

"I'm a clone," he said suddenly.

You looked up at him, both pausing a few paces from the bar, "I couldn't tell," then you changed your sarcastic tone into a more polite one, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I have four brothers here who can be just as intimidating as I am. I'll have them take care of that sleemo."

"You can't kill him!" 

He looked back at you, eyes wide, "No, I didn't mean that! I mean they can help keep him away from you."

You searched the unnaturally attractive face of this savior, "You'd do that for me? You're all here for the wedding reception."

"We're not that invested—trust me." He glanced up, probably looking for his brothers. "Well... maybe Fives is."

You followed his gaze to a dark haired clone dancing very intimately with someone. Not far away stood a similar looking man who watched on, amused. It only took you a moment to locate the other two of Rex's brothers. One had intricately shaved hair with a tattoo across his scalp and the other had luscious wavy hair that you found yourself immediately in love with.

Rex was right about one thing: they were just as strong and intense-looking as him.  Of course they are, you realized. They're all soldiers. 

"Oh, that reminds me," You started, "Did the bartender really have a question for me?"

He shook his head, "It was the only thing I could come up with that wouldn't end in a fight."

You couldn't help but laugh. This reminded you of the very real headache that plagued you, but you played it off. You watched the room, eyes catching Ashe's for a second as she sent the message, 'What's up?'

You shook your head subtly as if to say, 'not now.'

"I should get back to work," you huffed.

"I'll be around if you need anything," Rex nodded, "Here, Y/N, I'll walk you back to the kitchen."

A chill rolled down your spine and you scanned the room, quickly locating the piercing stare of the man from earlier. He sat at a table near the middle of the room, ignoring the other three people there. Rex quickly stood between you and him and escorted you to the kitchen. You thanked him and went in. The door closing behind you made you flinch.

"Where have you been?" Reece frowned, looking you up and down. 

You breathed, setting the pitcher down, "Twi'Lek said hi."

"Did he do that to your shirt?"

"No, a clone trooper did," you chuckled reaching for a longer apron to replace the small one you had tied around your waist. "He actually saved my ass from bluey."

Reece's jaw set and she nodded. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

You shook your head, "Nope. And he won't. I've got myself a security team of five troopers now," you grinned, "and by the maker, they're all hot as hell."

"That not fair," she pouted. "I'll have to meet them at least once by the end of the night."

"Reece," You laughed, "You have a fiancé,"

"He ain't a clone trooper though," 

"You have a point."

As it happened, the rest of your night went really well. After he realized what was going on, the Twi'Lek man quit watching you. That simply gave you more time to get to know the five clones, and Rex was the one who stuck by your side most of the night. You eventually explained the situation to Ashe. As people slowly started to leave the party, you found the clones helping clean up, even after you insisted they didn't. 

Almost everyone had left by the time you finished cleaning up the tables. Rex pulled you aside while his brothers were being taught how to carry four glasses at a time by Ashe.

"Y/N," he said, toying with his sleeve, "I was wondering, would you like to go out sometime?"

You smirked despite your entire body aching and your vision being slightly out of focus. "Yeah." Then you caught yourself, "I'd love to. Here's my comm chain. You can comm me anytime."

His cheeks flushed a little as he grinned, "Thank you,"

As he and his brothers said their goodbyes and made their way to the door, you thanked them again. A very drunk Fives winked and finger-gunned at you, earning a slap to the back of his head from Echo. The more sober clone said something about, "The captain's already called dibs, idiot."

You chuckled lightly as they left. Ashe looked up at you and smirked, "Someone should feel lucky,"

"Careful what you say, bud. You should've seen how Tup was looking at you."

She huffed, picking up the four glasses before turning back to the kitchen, you in tow. "I don't need a man in my life. I have my books and a cat—if you ever see me with more, that's how you'll know I've lost it."

After the room was cleaned and dishes were washed, the remaining three of you clocked out and said your goodbyes. You hopped onto your speeder to go home, hoping to receive a call from a certain clone before the weekend was over.

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I've heard a few horror stories of how staff have been treated at restaurants and figured Rex wouldn't put up with that at an event he attended.  I hope you enjoyed!

At the end of each one shot, I like to add a little Q&A to interact with readers. Feel free to comment a response! Q. Do you think Tup would look good with his hair down?

A. My oh my he would look incredible.  I wish TCW had done him justice by letting his hair out of that right bun every once and a while

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Dating Bam Margera Would Include...

babe

im jealous of you

seriously

so meeting bam probably at a party or something

you both aren’t really sure how you both started talking but you did and once you started you really couldn’t stop

after meeting each other bam would find himself constantly thinking about you which to him was sort of weird

like the dudes famous

he meets hundreds or thousands of girls

but for some reason he just couldn’t stop thinking about you

because of that he knew he had to see you again

he did

and when he did bam wasted no time asking you out on a date

it was something simple like taking you to the skate park so he could show off and then taking you somewhere he thought you would like or have fun at like a mall or getting coffee or something

and again after that date bam wasted no time asking you to be his girlfriend

he just really like the connection you guys have 

and he hasn’t been with someone who complimented him so well before

you were just really fun and quickly became his best friend along with his girlfriend

the pet names

babe, baby, baby girl, dude

he likes to spend money on you

mall trips happen often and everytime you go shopping bam pays

you dont ask him to and he doesnt ask you if he can 

he just hands the cashier his card before you can even get yours out

as great as it is bam is also a asshole 

he loves to prank you

pick on you

tease you

he does anything to annoy you

but only him though

like if someone else picks on you bam will pick on them

if someone else pranks you and bam isn’t involved in it then bam will prank them back

clingy.

he always wants you around

and when you are he always touches you

it can something as simple as brushing your arm or gently bumping into you when you guys are walking next to each other

or he will just grab your face and full on make out with you

or anything in between

you being best friends with april

like seriously the woman loves you

i feel like she would try to have a genuine relationship with you and not just be like she’s the one dating my son

like she’ll spend time with you or just calls you to check up on you

bam tries his hardest to show off to you

whether its a skate trick or a just a skit he’s doing he makes sure you’re watching him and is kinda like “babe did you see that?” he sometimes overplays it to make it seem like it was cooler than what is actually was

he especially does this if you didn’t see that super cool thing that he did

whiny.

whiny.

whiny.

not in a annoying way

well not always in a annoying way

most of the time he just whines to get your attention

spends your guys days off laying around, listening to music, and skating

speaking of that if you don’t know how to skate prepare yourself for a shit ton of lessons

bam will devote full days to teach you 

they become dates 

he tries to teach you and when you need a break he has food prepared for you two

even if you aren’t progressing or you’re just a all-round shitty skateboarder it’s still a excuse for him to spend time with you one on one 

idk what else to say i havent written in months dont judge me i forgot how to end it 

umm he loves you.

[blorbocedes]

a 4th anon, but okay, charles managing to convince himself that max is manipulating him is absolutely hilarious. max isn't doing anything wrong and just hanging around with his friend/fuck buddy/whatever they are, but charles being so desperately in love he thinks max's nonchalance isn't disinterest but him playing hard to get?? the concept that max was so painfully honest that charles started thinking he's lying/being manipulative is now dear to my heart

😭😭😭 Charles is like my cat chasing its tail that's always out of reach. baby it's all you!!!!! it's in your head!!!

max being 🧍🏼‍♂️is my favourite, the Some Guyism of max verstappen..... Charles being a hopeless romantic and every relationship he's had has been so defining and intense like that, like the childhood friend with Pierre or the mentorship hero worship with Seb...... so he projects The Narrative on being rivals with max that this is Destined... he's predestined after all... and then getting with Max after winning Austria... he thinks this all means So Much more than it does, and he'd been keeping distant of max and always letting him approach so this confirmed it for him, this is the real deal

meanwhile max was like finally he does some of the work instead of being a pillow princess about it . and that's the extent of his Charles feelings -- some dude he likes racing against, like fucking.

max cancels hooking up so he can play fifa at home and charles is wow . he wants me so bad he cancelled so he doesn't overplay his hand in how interested he is . I get it tho .

[madeofchaos]

TR 274

One chapter down, four left to go in the series. Wakui will probably give us nothing...

So on his death day Shin was out there looking for the old man he killed in his timeline? Did this dude think that just because the dude was homeless he would stick to one place forever? Come on Shinichiro! It solves the mystery though on why he was at S.S. Motor late at night though and it wasn't fixing up Mikey’s bike like fanon claimed. It would have been better imo.

I forget some times that this version of Shinichiro is still the same one from the og time line. So what feels like forever to us is just a few minutes to him. How come Baji fail to realize that Shin owned this bike shop though? Mikey would have been bragging about it. 

Even though I know its coming I still can’t get over this scene.

So Kazutora got dark impulses too by killing Shin? Wait, this solves nothing at fucking all. This is just keep piling up even more questions, Wakui!

Holy shit! I mean on one hand, Kazutora proved that he’s a prophet since he’s telling no lies. Out of context, this looks like a gang initiation.

So Shin had the ability for like less than a week and he died. That’s rough buddy. Did Wakasa sat Mikey down and told him all this during a private KMG meeting? I would pay to see the chapter.

Look at my girl Senju! SHE’S OKAY! Sue me, I have a soft spot for the younger Akashi siblings. Except you Takeomi you can choke. The tumblr who keeps track of the Haitaini’s appearance must be extremely happy finally looking at these two. Every single one of the Tenjiku looks surprised - Mochi, Shion, Ran, Rin - at this development. I bet Taiju choosing to see Takemichy fight Mikey he would see more blood and less talk. I agree completely.

Kazutora was the only one who lived with the dark impulses and still came out okay....somewhat in the Bonten timeline. Ain’t that a bitch. There IS a way to live with the dark impulses or tame them. I don’t know what to say about South since his character was pretty much spat on with everything Wakui is trying to cram down out throats.

I feel bad for Mikey in here. Instead of asking for help at the beginning, he thought he could handle it all by himself. It’s times like these that Mikey isn’t so invincible and he’s just a dumb, lost kid.

Uh did you forget that your ass got hospitalized last time you got a dose of dark impulses? Do you really think this is a good idea? I can’t help you dude if you want to live the comatose life.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

You could see the future then and it still didn’t save you! I still think this is a horrible idea that will lead to your death, bruh. The cynical part of me is hoping you get your shit wrecked because all this power of friendship is overplayed in manga and I want to see evil win.

These kids are dumb ass hell and they are in high school during this time right. Well, those in Toman at least since those in Kantou are old as shit. They can’t go to a temp agency or something. Why they gotta rely on Mikey to build his criminal empire? Tokyo Revengers could have ended sooner if Mikey did something like this. (Piper grieving Prue still gets to me til this day no matter how long ago it was.) All this time travel drama is annoying and confusing to me and probably the other spectators in the fight. Random gangster: Wait, so Mikey is possessed? Other random gangster: No, you dumbass! He’s cursed! Didn’t you pay attention?!?!

[sciderman]

It’s International Women’s Day, and I realised that I preemptively wrote just the thing to celebrate. 

(I don’t know how strict Tumblr’s unsexy policy is now when it comes to writing, but there’s no real sexy, it’s just dialogue, as usual.) 

Yes, it’s the @ask-spiderpool boys... (and yes, everything I write for them is canon to the blog, by definition.) So, Happy International Women’s Day! 

----------------------------------------------------

“Have I ever told you your ass is super fine?” 

Peter was caught off-guard by the abrupt direction shift in the conversation. But, ever able to land on his feet, he delivered a sarcastic “No. Never. I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned it.” 

“It truly is,” Wade paused for something Peter could only interpret as dramatic effect, “the greatest ass in the Marvel Universe. I know. I keep an extensive ranking list.” 

“Who’s second?”

“Daredevil, actually.” 

Peter gave it some consideration, pursing his lips. He conceded with a small nod. 

“The pyjama boys get an unfair advantage. And there might be some color psychology at play,” Wade said, clearly having given this topic a significant amount of thought. “Red makes you hungry, you know. It’s science.” 

“I love science,” said Peter, dumbly. 

“Have I really not told you how much I love your ass? Because that seems like an incredible misdeed on my part.” 

“You used to never shut up about it on patrol”, Peter replied. He hooked one of his fingers around one of Wade’s belt-loops, fiddling. “I don’t know if you knew I could hear you. I had half a mind to start up a harassment case. You’re lucky I’ve got such a good sense of humour.” 

“I’ve got enough outstanding court cases against me as it is so, much appreciated.” 

“...You’ve kind of shut up about it recently, though - present moment in exception.” Peter admitted after a small pause. “My ass just not do it for you anymore?” 

“Oh, I have an extensive list of things I’d like to do to dat ass.” Wade emphasised, giving one of Peter’s cheeks a firm squeeze.  

Peter groaned. Mostly to do with Wade’s appalling use of words, but also partly his body’s reaction to this new kind of attention. 

“I’ll bite”, said Peter, “Why haven’t you started working your way down that list?” 

Peter was mildly disappointed when Wade’s hand ceased it’s exploration.

“Well, you’re a newly christened bisexual, and,” Wade said, “I didn’t… want to rush you into anything that might, y’know. Weird you out. I know all about your fragile masculinity.” 

“That’s not –“ Peter sounded insulted, “That’s not. Entirely true.” 

Wade raised an eyebrow at Peter. Or he would’ve, if he had eyebrows. 

“Besides, I’m not entirely new to this either.” 

Both of Wade’s eyebrows raised. 

“…You mean butt-stuff?” 

Peter sighed.

“Your eloquence never ceases to amaze,” he said dryly. “Yes. I mean butt-stuff.” 

“But Peter, I’m the first dude on your ever-rotating roster of fuck-buddies! Which means…” 

Wade’s facial expression was wide-eyed and adorable before he started piecing things together. Then his face twisted into something so smug and so knowing, that Peter felt embarrassed before Wade had even opened his mouth. 

“Black cat?” Wade said, cloyingly, “…It was Black Cat, wasn’t it?” 

Peter buried his face in Wade’s legs, and grunted. 

Wade’s hands resumed a gentle massage at Peter’s lower back. 

“You know, I kind of had her pegged as that kind of gal.” 

“Har har.” 

“Oh, this is going to give me so much fantasy fodder.” Wade closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He overplayed a delighted “Mmm-mmm”, like he’d been fed the most delicious fucking food he’d ever had. 

“I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“Oh, I really, truly am.” Wade savoured it just a minute more, before he turned down to look at Peter. “Did you have fun, though? How did you like it? Details, details!” 

“It was”, Peter considered his words, as though the fact that he was half-hard in his pyjama pants wasn’t giveaway enough, “It was… fine. It, uh, wasn’t something I wanted to do again, though.” 

Peter turned to lay on his back, head resting on Wade’s lap. Wade’s hands took the new position as an invitation to explore Peter’s stomach, running over washboard abs. 

“Why not?” Wade addressed Peter, quiet and sincere. 

Peter opened his mouth, but didn’t have an answer immediately. He flushed, feeling bare under Wade’s gaze. 

“Probably s’mthin’ t’do w’th mh fr’gile m’scul’nity…” Peter mumbled at last, completely embarrassed. 

“Peter Parker.” Wade spoke up, gravely. “I’ll have you know I have been pegged by every single girl I’ve dated. It’s a courtesy. All good boys deserve it.”

“Mm.” The information didn’t come as a surprise to Peter. He knew exactly how much Wade loved it. He’d participated in it. That didn’t stop the imagery from flooding Peter’s already flustered brain. “And is that what you are? A good boy?” Peter teased, a hand running up Wade’s thigh. 

“Peter Parker.” Wade repeated in earnest, “I think you can acknowledge that lately, I have been a very, very good boy.” 

“And a good boy deserves a reward?” 

“Are you gonna give a dog a bone?” 

Peter snorted. 

“If that’s what he wants,” Peter said, stretching out. “Otherwise, he wins this fine ass for the evening.” 

There was a beat of silence, and Peter could swear he could hear the fizzle and pop of Wade’s brain short-circuiting.   

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

I'm sorry I promise this is my last request for tonight but I am SOBBING laughing over the Etho Jester round, I don't even have a coherent story idea for this just more Etho Jester content please if you can spare it I can't BREATHE DHHFJDKS

god tht was the funniest round i've seen in such a long time, i hope i did that justice here lmfao

...

At the start of the round, Etho wanders around aimlessly outside the dropship for a while, before heading down to the left to see if he can find anyone. What he discovers is a body just inside the room underneath O2, but instead of reporting it, he just giggles and dances around the room, looking forward to having a little fun.

When Impulse shows up and gasps, Etho finally reports the body, still giggling like a child as the meeting starts and shows that Evil and Astro are both dead. “Okay, so I just saw Impulse kill Evil,” Etho says through his giggles.

“Oh, please!” laughs Impulse. “You know it wasn’t me. I just came up on the body and you were dancing around it like a madman.”

“I definitely saw Impulse kill Evil. He was like “Etho come over here so I can kill you” and I was like “no way, you’re the imposter!” and he was like “nobody will ever find your body” and I was like “you killed Evil, you monster!” and he was like-”

“Okay, so I think we’ve established that Etho is the jester,” Tango states, chuckling in confusion. “Right?”

“No no, I’m just a crewmate,” says Etho. “Don’t let Impulse get away with this or he’ll come kill me next!”

Impulse lets out a laugh. “Dude, I almost wish I COULD kill you. You’re being so weird.”

“If I’m being weird, it’s cuz I just watched you kill Endless- I mean Evil right in front of me.”

“Oh my god…”

“Okay, do NOT vote for Etho,” Tango says firmly, unable to stop grinning at his friend’s antics. “He’s 100% the jester and there’s no way I’m gonna hand him this win when he’s being like this.”

The meeting ends with nobody being voted off. Everyone leaves the room one by one, including Etho, who wordlessly follows Tango down to decontamination.

“What are you doing?” Tango asks warily.

“Just following my bestie cuz I know you’re innocent.”

Tango frowns. “Uh… okay…? Thanks…?”

Etho follows him all the way into the specimen room and hovers at an uncomfortable distance away from Tango, watching him silently as he does his task.

“Okay, Etho, you’re creeping me out, buddy,” Tango says slowly. “Can you back up a few steps and chill the hell out?”

“I can’t chill out; there’s no freezer on this map and I can’t get to the snow outside.”

“I…” Tango tries to find a reply to this but can’t. “Okay.”

Once he’s finished his two tasks in specimen, he heads back towards the office, followed again by Etho. The two go through decontamination and Tango heads down to the left, while Etho peels off into the meeting room and hits the button, bringing everyone to the meeting table. He finds himself looking at seven irritated faces.

“For the love of God, Etho, this better be good,” Tango says irritably.

Etho beams. “Hey, everybody! I missed you guys. Also, I saw Astro vent.”

A pause.

“Astro is dead, homie,” Skizz states. “Did you mean Joker, or…?”

“What?” Joker yelps. “Why me?”

“Cuz you’re both green. I dunno, I thought he might’ve just confused you two.”

“Nope, I definitely saw Astro vent,” says Etho happily. “And Tango definitely killed Evil last round.”

A pause.

“You- Didn’t you say it was Impulse who…?” Skizz blinks several times, his confused gaze darting from Etho to the others and back again. “I’m so confused!”

Tango bursts out laughing. “Etho, I have no idea what this is, but I both love it and hate it at the same time. I almost hope you’re NOT jester, cuz this is hilarious.”

“I’m a crewmate,” insists Etho.

“Uh huh, sure.”

At the end of the meeting, Skizz goes into the office to do the card swipe and finds Etho waiting for him. “You’re the jester, right?” Skizz asks warily. “Please tell me you’re the jester.”

Etho teasingly pokes Skizz in the arm. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Skizz stares at him. “Boy, I really hope you are the jester cuz otherwise, you’ve totally lost your mind. Either that or you’re overplaying jester and you’re actually imposter.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” says Etho mischievously.

“Okay, I’m actually really nervous right now, cuz you’re definitely big-brain enough to fake being jester,” Skizz says nervously. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna kill you right here in broad daylight. Too risky.” He takes a step to the side and beckons. “Come down here so nobody will find your body.”

“Noooooo!” Skizz takes off running.

Giggling, Etho chases Skizz out of the room and up towards the laboratory, the latter screaming the whole way. They bump into Impulse just inside the corridor.

“Whoa, what’s going on?!” yelps Impulse.

Skizz hides behind Impulse. “Etho is being weird!”

“Impuuuuulse, go away!” whines Etho. “I’m tryina kill Skizzle.”

Impulse blinks. “Wh-What?”

Etho gives an innocent smile. “Stabby stabby!”

At that exact moment, a body is reported, and the three appear at the meeting table with everyone else.

“I saw Impulse kill Skizz right in front of me,” says Etho solemnly, before the person who reported the body can talk. “Impulse just walked in the door to O2 and murdered Skizz right in front of me.”

“Bro, I’m alive,” Skizz responds. “I’m not dead.”

“And we weren’t in O2, we were in lab,” Impulse adds.

“Oh.” Etho pauses. “Then I killed Skizz. In lab. Sorry, I got confused.”

Skizz stares at him with wide eyes. “I’m ALIVE, dude!” “Everyone else shut up,” snaps Brody suddenly. “Tango, you reported?”

Tango nods. “Yes, I found Endless’s body down in weapons.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I killed Endless in weapons,” Etho says happily.

Tango scowls at him. “Etho, I swear to God-.”

“Can’t we just vote him off and be done with this weirdness?” Skizz demands.

“No, I refuse to give the world’s most obvious jester the win,” responds Tango. “Imposters, whoever you are, if you kill Etho in front of me, I genuinely will not report.”

Etho pouts at him. “That’s very mean, Tango. I’m gonna tell the teacher on you.”

“I-.” Tango breaks off, unable to think of a response to this.

“Okay, does anyone have any actual information?” asks Brody. “If not, we’re on seven so we should skip.”

Nobody has any information, so the meeting again ends with nobody being voted off.

This time, Etho follows Brody out of the building and up towards electrical. Spotting this, Brody sighs and beckons Etho into security. “Okay, you’re the jester, right?”

“I might be the imposter,” says Etho with a grin. “Or I might not be.”

“I KNOW you’re not the imposter. Sorry, buddy, but you won’t be getting this win. You never were.”

With that, Brody whips out a knife and stabs Etho in the chest.

Etho drops to the ground without a word, watching Brody leave the scene of the crime, before letting his eyes close. It doesn’t matter that he’s not going to get this win. He had fun letting loose and being a little silly for once.

And that’s all that matters to him.