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yuri-is-online · 14 days

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Sorry for making you explain all the yutus but can you do Jades? Bros gotta be so overprotective 😬

Jokes on you I am always down to talk about Jade Leech (my beloved)

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. I think I typed up way more for this than anyone else up to this point, I'd apologize but it has been a second since I brain rotted about Jade, so excuse me for feeding myself (づ_ど)

Put yourself in Jade's shoes for a second. He is a merfolk from the coral sea, only able to appear human through the use of a potion but still retaining his inhuman features. He tries hard to appear human, he goes to a boot camp where so many things have to be explained that he is able to mimic but doesn't fully understand. There's no reason for you to like him, he knows that better than anyone; he doesn't fully understand why he's attracted to you himself but he is. And he longed after you for so long, he was drowning in his desire that had such a little chance of being reciprocated but by some miracle it was. You stay in Twisted Wonderland, you let him take you under the sea and agree to be kept there. You're going to give him a family, he's beyond excited and filled with feelings of love he didn't think he'd ever get to have.

And then it's gone. There's no evidence as to why, no one to tell him where you went. Azul starts off confident, excited at the prospect of revenge and encouraging Jade. They'll find them, between him, Jade, and Floyd they'll find Yuu and someone will have a very bad day. But there's nothing, they're being lied to and stonewalled at every turn and when finally (it's been 10 months 3 weeks and two days, he could count down to the hours and seconds but who would listen?) Riddle of all people contacts them with a lead, he's dead almost immediately. Turned into a phantom, all of those friends of yours he was so jealous of too… no one is telling him but he knows. You're not coming back, he's never going to meet your child, he failed at a moray's one job of protecting his cleaner shrimp. When he's alone he talks to you both sometimes, nights when you can see the stars are becoming increasingly rare as the sky flares up with ink but he likes to think you found your way up to the sky.

When he loses Floyd and Azul he sort of loses his will to live. The only thing that keeps him going is the promise of one day being able to lay them both to rest eventually, but until then he bar tends at NRC and listens to all the little things people talk about when the world is ending. If he was in a better place he'd probably find it funny how lose people's lips are getting, Azul’s business would be doing so well if he were here now…

That's what he's doing one day in September when one of the mage students runs up to him out of breath, Sherish he thinks her name is?

“The headmage needs you in the hospital wing!” She sounds scared, out of breath like she's run the whole way and Jade is just curious enough to go. Something spurs him on to run himself, through the mirror and into the wing and-

He doesn't even hesitate, his body acts before his brain does launching him towards you and grasping desperately at your hands. They're cold, you're going cold and he doesn't have the warmth in his body to give you. Something has mercy on him and let's your eyes open just the bit as you reach just as desperate to be close to him as he is to you and he feels your strength pass into him.

“Don't apologize.” He manages to whisper.

“But I'm sorry.” You cry. “I love you so much and I couldn't forget even though they wanted me to.”

“Who did this. Who took you just name them and I promise you my pearl-” he gets to kiss you one more time before your gone. Jade doesn't move, he thinks Crewel is yelling for his attention but he can't move, he wants to stay here forever he has to protect you, why wasn't he able to protect you?!

“Oh holy fuck that tastes bad.” There's a dazed voice Jade has never heard before, heavy with sorrow, and though he doesn't quite have it yet, Jade feels purpose begin to return to his heart.

Jade! Yutu is a menace. I like the idea of him being some form of punk or goth, with piercings and a few tattoos that Yuu doesn't know anything about. He grew up with a small group of close knit alt friends who would come over to Yuu's house and shoot the shit. Yuu was really popular with Yutu's friends actually, he had mixed feelings about that. (No, his parent isn't accepting step-father applications, Joshua, keep running your mouth and see what happens)

Has a mixed ranged of emotions about his parent's amnesia. When he was younger not knowing who his dad was made him really sad, he'd listen to other kids talk about doing things with their fathers and he'd dream about doing them with his dad, but the picture was always blurry and felt just... wrong somehow. As he gets older and starts forming his world view he starts to think his dad might have left Yuu for any number of reasons. Did it happen before or after their amnesia, that's what he wants to know.

He has a pretty big problem with authority, residual trauma from the trip across worlds he thinks now… but back in your world he just didn't see the point of respecting someone just because they have more money and power than him. Almost everyone does, that doesn't make them special! But he's so sneaky about it, if it weren't for his clothes or his friends Yuu would hardly know what he gets up to in his spare time. It put a bit of strain on their relationship, Yutu sees his lies as something he does to protect his parent, while Yuu sees themselves as well. A parent. Who is the one who should be protecting their child not the other way around.

When he tries to pull similar stunts with Original Timeline! Jade he gets a rude awakening. He tries sneaking out to meet up with some friends only to find his dad sitting with them, polite smile on his face clearly reveling in how awkward he is making this. Oya, did Yutu think he was being slick? He's hurt, no really this is the first time Jade has had to fake cry in years, he'd almost forgot how. Didn't Yutu ever wonder where he got this from? Because he had to know it wasn't Yuu.

Jade! Yutu also played in a band in middle school and also played bass, it just wasn't a jazz trio or an upright bass. He would have liked continued to play in bands, but he shares his dad's issues with stage fright which makes it sort of difficult. He has tried his hand at writing his own music from time to time, but he's waaaaay too shy to ever play it for anyone other than the woods.

He really likes horror stories and cryptids, so he wasn't super afraid of the monsters when he first arrived in Twisted Wonderland. One round with Phantom Riddle changed that nonchalant attitude quick, and while he still is very attached to the stuff he read about back in your world he hates blot monsters and Twisted Wonderland fiends in general.

Speaking of those monsters, Jade hates Yutu fighting them. Father and son are an absolute nightmare for Crewel to deal with, one is threatening to drown him if Yutu is allowed to fight, the other is screaming curse words and saying it doesn't matter what Crewel does, he's going anyway. He needs a drink (but not from Jade's bar he's going to get poisoned)

I don't think Yutu actually told Jade he was planning on going back in time because he was angry and just assumed that he would try and stop him. He's really proud of himself for the first few weeks he spends in the past thinking he got one over on his old man finally (he didn't, but he did hurt him quite a bit), but the more he interacts with the younger version of his parents the more he starts to regret that decision.

Past Jade is so… fun. He thinks his dad is fun?! His weird obsession with mushrooms was never something they talked about beyond a few compliments his dad gave to a mushroom patch he had on his jacket; watching his old man prattle on now he never would have guessed any of this. Yutu never doubted that Jade loved you, but he didn't really think about what that looked like, or what you might have meant to Jade. They just didn't talk about it, now that he's forced to think about it Jade was probably trying to focus on having him back and how lucky he was to even have that. And instead of being honest about how angry he was to have lost you he lied and said he was fine. With how good his dad was at knowing when he was lying Jade had to know that's how he felt, but respected his boundaries and didn't push. All those comments about being there when he's ready to talk, all the times Jade said he loved him, and those long nights he watched from afar as Jade sat with tea next to your grave, just talking to you as if you were still there are put into context. Yutu isn't able to sleep for a few nights after that.

Jade finds Yutu interesting. He's a potential source of information about Yuu, a lot of his quirks remind him of himself and he finds the new kids blatant disrespect for authority to be hilarious! And hilariously good blackmail material, now now don't be afraid he really is just here to help...

"Nice try old man you won't pull shit out of me." Yutu sounds smug, but Jade knows when his spell has worked and when it hasn't; how delightful he doesn't seem to remember someone ever being so cocky about it before.

"That's a shame." He makes sure to make his face fall to keep the new kid off his guard as he continues his questioning. "It's just I am curious where did you come from? I thought Yuu's world doesn't have magic."

"I mean it doesn't, probably never would have been able to come back in time if I was still stuck there." Yutu blinks, clarity starting to come into view as Jade pushes through the surprise to ask a final question.

"Oya? And just why did you come back in time, were you worried about Yuu?"

"Of course I'm worried about my parent what sort of stupid question is-" Yutu returns to himself and treats Jade to a look of shock so rare and downright delightful he can't help but smile himself. "Hey just what did you do?"

Old man? What a disrespectful thing to call his father, no wonder his future self never told his son about his unique magic. Jade doesn't have time to doubt his affections for Yuu, once Yutu realizes he's fucked and can't get out of admitting that was the truth he tells Jade who he is and a bit about what the future is like. Jade can tell he's keeping a few details back, but he knows himself well enough to know that everything Yutu is describing would have changed him to a degree that he might not have been in the best mental space to help his son through the loss of Yuu.

Speaking of Yuu, Jade asks Yutu to keep his existence to himself for a bit. He wants to win over your affections without the help of the future looming in your thoughts, he only gets to have this part of his life with you once and he intends to savor it. But the confidence boost he gets from knowing you do end up as his mate does have him acting a bit goofy for a bit. Floyd and Azul are legitimately scared.

They are brought up to speed as Jade insists on introducing Yutu to them "properly" and he is every inch the proud father showing off their new baby to the relatives even though Yutu is practically his height and has a bunch of piercings. Floyd takes a liking to him immediately while Azul is a bit more awkward, not that he doesn't like Yutu he's just a lot different from anyone Azul has ever met before so he's unsure how to sell himself. Luckily he doesn't have to because Yutu appreciates his genuine self just like Floyd, Jade, and Yuu do.

Jade gladly invites Yutu to join the Mountain Lover's Club and is very excited when he says yes. Yutu finds a lot of enjoyment in helping his dad work mushrooms into Azul and Floyd's food by pretending to agree with their complaints. Floyd is so mad he calls Yuu and tells them to come get their kid.

The over protectiveness doesn't end exactly, but Yutu is more willing to understand and Jade is more able to explain himself. They're both extremely protective of Yuu and in sound agreement that nothing like Yutu's future can ever be allowed to come to pass. Jade wanted a family, so to learn that he got that and someone took it away from him? Future him was overwhelmed with grief but current him is overwhelmed with rage. Remember book four? He described what he would do to someone who betrayed him, and it wasn't pretty. His plans for whoever did this to his precious mate and child is going to get so much worse.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech x yuu

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lyramundana · 9 months

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Hii, fellow poly Minsung whore activist here🥰 I’m nervous about using my account so I went anon, I hope you don’t mind. I have a little scenario here that I’m probably so wrong for but I’m delulu ash.

Maybe reader (whose a fan or a friend is dragging her along with them) meets Minsung (who’re already in a relationship ofc) in a city they’re having a concert in. Minsung are like “hey ykw she kinda fine, let’s spice things up and bring her back to the hotel.” During their night together, the boys use degradation, praise, grips hard enough to bruise, and soft touches just to make her head spin.

Now I love me some a sprinkle of angst. She has a moment of overthinking after Minsung fall asleep and escapes?? Sort of lol. Minsung do not like this, no no no😔.

That night, she ends up at their concert with some good ass ground floor tickets. While she doubted they would see her and if they did, they probably wouldn’t recognize her (girl like they weren’t giving you the best dicking down of your life the night before), they do in fact see her and you just made this easier for them bbg. They told the other members and security guards to bring her backstage after the show.

Oh babe they mad as hellll. They don’t even wait to get back to the hotel as they drag her to an empty room and destroy her. We’re talking hand prints on her ass, more prominent fingerprint shapes on her hips, arms and neck, tears streaming down her face, the whole 9 yards.

Idk where to go from there tbh. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my delulu thoughts <3

Okay now, honey. First of all, there's no such thing as a "wrong" scenario. Everything that it's discussed in this blog is acceptable and very much not-delulu, so don't brush off your scenarios. Specially when is so FUCKING GOOD AND DELICIOUS like this one. Like, excuse me🥵🥵🥵?? You came up with this masterpiece and brought it to me for free?? Sweetie, you should post it in your own blog and let the world see this jewel of yours. Don't feel nervous of using your account. I always make my horny, unhinged requests displaying my username. This is Tumblr. No one here can judge you for your thoughts

You bet I enjoyed every line of this delulu side of yours.

Reader doesn't really follow the group, but her friend is a Stay and this concert is the lifelong opportunity they've been dreaming off, but they don't want to go alone, so they drag Reader to accompany them. While the friend is resting in the hotel/house, Reader decides to take a stroll around the city and comes across MinSung at some point. Maybe they meet in a shop, where they struck a converstation about common interests, and seeing they get along well MinSung agree and say "fuck it, can we join you?" and that's how they get to know each other better.

Reader doesn't know who they are, but their faces are familiar, and they're just happy to chat with someone like normal people. They've wanted to explore the city a bit before the concert, as the weather looked great for some alone time together, but they encountered the language barrier issue and the lack of knowledge about the place. When Reader appears and helps them out, being so friendly and nice about it, their first instinct is glue themselves to her for the rest of journey. Also, they find her really attractive and can't help but admire her discreetly and exchange appreciative comments that she can't understand. And that's how they spent their day hanging out, just the three of them, while Reader acts like a guide and they start to be bolder with her.

At some point they're sitting in a bar together, drinking a bit, and they have privacy to talk about anything. It's also then whey they begin to make their attraction clear. They've been so fucking stressed with this tour, sex recently hasn't been enough for them, and she's just so gorgeous. So cute. The way she speaks, moves, even the way she dress is driving them mad slowly. It doesn't help that she returns every bold gesture from them. She's not blind. She finds them hot too and it's been a while since she had some "fun".

So, after a while of wandering hands, spicy "jokes" and suggestive comments, the tension feels too thick and they throw the question in.

"We should get going back to our hotel room. Want to come with us and see it?"

She's not drunk enough to miss the intentions behind that question, but she's tipsy enough to accept.

The flirting doesn't stop and when they set a foot in the elevator, the tension snaps. They jump at her like hungry wolves, biting and grabbing every piece of skin they can get their hands on, and Reader welcomes all of it like a submissive lamb, ready to be devoured.

They struggle to open the door, being so occupied feeling her up under her clothes and leaving marks already. Once they're inside, one of them closes the door with a kick without taking his attention from her. They leave a path of clothes behind them that ends up in their bedroom and then she's thrown to the bed. She doesn't have time to recover before they're on her again, exploring every inch of her know naked body with their mouths and hands. Her brain is all mushy from the intense pleasure and adrenaline she's feeling. MinSung unleash all the pent up frustrations and desire they've been dealing with on her.

The entire night was filled with her moans and whimpers while they took her roughly, leaving their hands printed on her hips and inner thighs, as they groaned and cried out of sheer pleasure and relief. Sometimes they went at her at the same time, others they took turns while one watched.

"Such a good girl for us, isn't she, jagi?"

"Damn right she is, so eager to please us, to let us play with her body."

"Look at her, so obedient and cute for us. What a good whore, letting herself be fucked by some men she doesn't even know"

"Go on, use your mouth like the little slut you are. Nice job, kitten"

"We'll fill you up so much it'll be leaking out of you for days"

Her mind turns blank, the world spins, and her body starts to shake uncontrollably and tremble with the amount of orgasm she had. They grab her legs and torso with such force it feels they're trying to press the imprint themselves in it, moving her body as they please to find the right angle. When she cums again, she's half-unconscious and the boys are tired too, finally spent. They clean her up, massage the bruises the left and watch her fall asleep while caressing her face and kissing her skin. They chat for a while before the tiredness consumes them too, Reader safely kept in their arms.

The morning after, she's the first to wake up and doesn't take long to realize what happened. She remembers enough of it and feels her face get warm at the memory, but also gets giddy at it. She stretches a bit, careful to not wake them up, and supress a hiss of pain when she feels the marks they left. She reaches for her phone, reading the messages and calls from her friend, who's worried sick, at which Reader calms them down by giving them a "censored" version of the events. Then the friends reminds her of the concert and sends a photo of one of the promotional posters, featuring all members.

Reader feels her blood freeze inside her body.

She turns around to look at the boys in bed, then at the picture on the phone, then at the bed again, and she feels faint.

Maybe it's the remnants of the alcohol, maybe it's the weight of the revelation, maybe it's the lack of sleep she got, but Reader has to fight off a panic attack and the only thing she can think of at this moment is running away from this situation. So she gets dressed, grabs her stuff, and leaves hurriedly without waking them up and full intention of not looking back. When the boys wake up, they expected to see her in their arms still and maybe get another round, but imagine their shock when they see she's not there. Ohh honey, they're seriously mad. Why the fuck did she run? How could she after they night they had? They try to brush off the anger because they know chances of seeing her again are slim and there's no point.

Meanwhile, Reader's friend notices she's not quite the same since she came back and she's even more reluctant than before in attending the concert. To get her friend off her back, she admits she saw MinSung during her walk and chatted with them "a bit" and now she's embarrased to see them. Her friend, obviously, has a fangirl moment at first and chastises Reader for not telling her first, bombing her with questions, but she avoids the spicy parts of the story. Her friend finally tells her to not worry, that although their seats give a good view of the stage, it'll be very hard for the boys to spot her in the crowd anyway. Reader relents and goes to the concert, having dressed prettily at her friends' insistence because "they have to look their best for the occasion!". When they arrive, Reader feels more at ease with the amount of people surrounding her and thinks her friend said the true.

However, when the group comes to the stage, she feels her heart stop at recognizing the men she had that glorious night of sex with and becomes shifty. They don't make signs of having spoted her, even when Jisung came near their zone, he didn't seemed to notice her, and she allowed herself to enjoy the performance, convinced that they was safe. But she didn't know Jisung had indeed spoted her, hence he aproached their location to confirm. He didn't hesitate in telling Minho, and when they overcame the shock, they former anger came back again and they agreed to a plan. Stays could feel a shift in the boys' performance, they seemed more brutal, harsher.

When the concert ended, Reader was about to leave with her friend until a security guard stopped her and told her she was demanded backstage. Both of them were shocked and confused, and Reader's friend even acted worried, refusing to ler her go in fear she got in trouble for something. Reader calmed her down and asked her to wait in the hotel, since the man told them it wasn't anything bad. While she was leaving, the friend winked at her and exclaimed "tell me all the details when you sign the NDA".

A staff members takes her to an empty dressing room and tells her to wait, leaving her alone there. She's fidgeting, not knowing what to expect but having a small suspicion. Suddenly, the door opens with a slam and she jumps in the place. When she sees the two boys enter and locking the door behind them, she knows she's fucked.

They let her know exactly how pissed off they are, interrogating her and even accusing her of being a fan pretending to not know them just to get her wet dream come true. She argues back and denies it all, returning all their yells, until a hand grabs her painfully by the jaw.

"You don't fucking get to talk back to us, whore. We should've put you in your place from the beginning"

"I think she's a little too high up there, jagiya. Let's remind her exactyl what her place is"

All the gentleness they showed the first night is gone. Her clothes are ripped in shreds and thrown carelessly around the room, as she's pushed forcefully on the ground.

They don't hide their satisfaction and pride at seeing the faint marks they left previously, pressing them enough to make her whine in pain.

"Don't whine, slut. We're about to give you even more of them."

They go at her at the same time, no turns now. They edge her until she's sobbing and screaming, first with their fingers and then with their tongues. She gets spanked by one of their belts, feeling the bruises starting to form in her ass cheeks and thighs. She's then gagged with the same belt because "way too fucking loud, kitten. you're not allowed to make a sound".

When she's spasming, eyes rolling back and begging through the belt for some release, anything, the boys exchange a knowing glance and untie the gag, letting her breathe through her mouth in relief. But her relief doesn't last when they position her in the middle, with both of their dicks inching to her cunt. She knows they're up to something, but her brain is too fucked to guess what. When she feels both of their cocks entering her at once, she's about to scream again but a hand quickly covers her mouth, and they both start moving agressively inside her, leaving their dicks printed in her walls. The feelinf their cocks rubbing against each other and her clenching almost makes them cum again, but they control themselves.

They fucked her back and forth across the room, moving from the ground to the couch to the chairs to the make up tables, etc.

"That's what you fucking deserve for leaving us, baby. What the fuck were you thinking with that dead brain of yours, hm?"

"Look at her, so cockdumb already, acting like a desesperate bitch in heat. Aren't two cocks enough for you?"

"Is this what you wanted? Being fucked by two celebrities to share the experience with your friends? Of course you did. You're nothing but an attention seeking slut, only thinking about having a dick inside you"

"We'll make sure you can't even walk after this. You're not going anywhere this time, darling. Let's see how can you run away then."

She can no longer tell if what she's feeling is pain or pleasure, but when they cum inside her and she feels both of their cocks twitching inside her, it triggers her own orgams and her vision turns white. She faints in their arms, muttering and having spasms. They pause to recover their breaths too, checking on her worriedly and chuckling softly when she replies gibberish. One of them lifts her up bridal style and lay her down in the couch, both caging her with their bodies.

"You were ours from the moment you entered our your bedroom"

Tagging @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha because they gave me ideas for this. Feel free to add something or give your own version of it. The more the merrier.

#poly minsung #minsung x reader #lee know/han jisung x reader #lee know x reader x han jisung #skz smut #lee know smut #han jisung smut #requested #skz drabble

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paradoxcase · 1 month

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Chapter 25 of Nona the Ninth

So this chapter has a broken Gideon skull, which in this book seems to mean people being deceitful, and something is definitely up because Gideon is like 2-3 times as much Gideon as she normally is in this chapter, and I don't think that's an impression I only have because I've recently been through 3/4 of book full of Nona POV

Throughout this chapter, Gideon is referred to as "the corpse" or "the corpse prince" frequently, and I just feel like I should point out that we've gotten to the point where there are actually two different walking and talking corpses in this scene and both of them could plausibly be referred to as a prince. Even though Naberius's body is not currently being controlled by Ianthe, Naberius himself was a prince before he died

Hmm

That's all the definitions, I think Gideon just made this one up. Also, it's not a good day when you learn a new ethnic slur from the dictionary

Pyrrha acts like Gideon said "yes" here, but she didn't. That's like, a combination of "yes" and "nope"

It's hilarious, and I think actually accurate, that she's still terrified of the needle even though she is literally immune to needles now

"Judith Deuteros for some reason" really just sums up Judith's whole role in this story, doesn't it? It also would make a great blog title for a Judith fanblog, someone should get on that

Poor Judith! It's been a hot minute since Judith actually said something in a language that someone other than Nona can understand, so I really do hope it still is Judith in her body, and not someone or something else in there now

Right, so this could potentially mean:

The whole time since she impaled herself on the fence (unlikely since Gideon was stealth-narrating the entirety of Harrow the Ninth)

The whole time since Pyrrha and Nona met up with BOE at the end of Harrow the Ninth (since BOE had Gideon's body at that point, I think it's entirely possible that Gideon's soul transferred back into it from Harrow's body when she came into its proximity)

The whole time since John reacquired Gideon's body and made his modifications to it, and possibly also brought Gideon's soul back to it at that point

She could also just mean "the whole time I've been in New Rho" or "the whole time you've been in the barracks" but obviously she's been awake for longer than that since she was around to receive medals and stuff from John

Wiktionary says a "rusk" is a "weaning food for children" but doesn't give any kind of information on what specific food it is, or if it's just a general word for that kind of food

So Ianthe can "shut her off" somehow. I'm not sure if I buy that it was Gideon's idea to come here. I don't think she likes Ianthe, I don't think she would have thought New Rho would be a fun place to be, and even if she actually wanted to go to Ninth House like she says later I don't think she could have predicted that she'd be in a position for that to happen here and there are much easier and more straightforward ways for her to get to the Ninth House if she'd stayed with John

An interesting question is whether or not she would have won a fight with Ianthe's entropy field. I tend to think not, because a literal bar of metal didn't survive the entropy field, and even though she has some, like, I guess artificial preservation from being John's daughter she wasn't immune to direct physical damage because of that and even John himself wasn't immune to being taken apart into bits by Mercy, and since Mercy made the OG entropy field I'm sure it probably works using the same principle as whatever she did to John. Gideon may still survive the entropy field somehow, but if the entropy field was still functional it would actually be a great way for Palamedes to get a blood sample from her for Tomb-opening purposes, and so I think John would be extremely against having any such thing anywhere near Gideon's body. So I'm sticking with my theory that this was Ianthe's idea. She intentionally showed Gideon's body during the broadcast, she did that on purpose, although I guess if Gideon was "turned off" during that time she might not know that

Man, thanks for nothing, Gideon

Significant things that happened in the River at the end of the last book:

G1deon and a bunch of ghosts scared Number Seven off and it went to New Rho

Augustine was eaten by the Stoma

Harrow's and Palamedes' River bubbles ceased to exist

The Mithraeum was submerged in the River and sank very far down, unknown currently if John and Ianthe managed to save it

I can't think of why any of these things would make it safe for non-Lyctors to travel safely through the River. The ghosts all make themselves scarce around resurrection beasts, but I'm sure Ianthe and Gideon's journey didn't start out in the presence of a resurrection beast and I don't think the ghosts are the reason why River travel is dangerous for non-Lyctors

Blatant lies, lmao

She's so bad at lying, she starts off with "I don't want anything anymore" and finishes with "I want to go to the Ninth House because I have unfinished business there", and I suspect both of those things are at least partly lies. But I think she's right that John would probably give her a medal for killing this collection of people at this point, including Corona I think

But I suspect that she is the one who wants to go back to the Ninth House, for some undisclosed reason, and she's not acting on John or Ianthe's wishes here. If John wanted her to go back to the Ninth House she would already be there yesterday. If Ianthe wanted her to go there, I don't think she would have put up that entropy field, and she might even have tried to do some deal with BOE where she exchanged Gideon for the Sixth House. Also, I don't think Ianthe actually gives a shit about the Ninth House or anything that happened there. And there's no one else left in John's circuit at this point

Man, when Pyrrha said she was heavy, I just thought it was because she was tall and full of muscle. How damn strong is Pyrrha, exactly?

No, hold on, let me math this

A normal adult human has 11 kg of bones. Cortical bone makes up 80% of bone mass and has an average density of 1908 kg/m3, and cancellus bone makes up 20% and has an average density of 1178 kg/m3, so that is an average density of 1762 kg/m3 over all. There are 1,000,000 cm3 in 1 m3, so 11 kg / 1762 kg/m3 * 1,000,000 cm3/m3 is 6,242.9 cm3 of bone. Titanium has a density of 4.506 g/cm3. 6,242.9 cm3 * 4.506 g/cm3 is 28,130.5 g or a little over 28 kg. Since bones usually weigh 11 kg, that's only 17 extra kg of bone, so she only actually weighs about 37 and a half more pounds than usual. She says "titanium plex", which is not a real thing, but I can't imagine that titanium plex would actually be more dense than titanium, so I think it checks out that she would just be somewhat heavier than expected and not ridiculously heavy or something like that

That's a great question that I'd love to see answered. Is the fence also going to turn out to be some kind of holy object infused with a power even higher than John?

Speaking of holes, I remember back a long time ago I reblogged that one poll that mentioned stigmata sex, and people assured me that while the stigmata were actually in the book, the stigmata sex was not. Are Gideon's holes the stigmata? Does that count as stigmata? I think it's in the wrong place, isn't it?

So, thanergy is cell death, but it seems like dead bodies radiate thanergy even if no cell death is occurring, because John's cryo bodies were generating thanergy for him even after he'd completely stopped them from rotting. So Gideon's body is somehow preserved due to being related to John, but in a way that doesn't involve being infused with thalergy as she suggests for the blood sample, because as we know from the last chapter, body + soul + thalergy = living person, and Gideon isn't a living person, so she must be missing one of those, and it's not her body or her soul. The preservation only applies to the bounds of her body, and her body is still radiating thanergy, apparently enough that it would kill the blood sample?

She got her whole childhood fantasy of a famous and powerful parent who gave her everything she wanted, but that person turned out to be John, and now she's stuck with him and Ianthe and being used as figurehead for John's military, and he spent just enough effort on her to make sure that her body can't be used against him but didn't fix the gaping holes in her chest, and the person she sacrificed herself for is missing and possibly dead, and someone else is in her body instead

I mean, Ianthe was keeping her locked up behind the entropy field. I wonder if she's had a lot of that from John, too

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth

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This Week in BL - All the endings

March 2023 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Bed Friend (Sat YT, GaGa & iQIYI uncut) ep 3 of 8 - Only one of them is in a fuck buddy relationship, and it’s not King Moon-eyes Husband-material. This show is so damn good. I love it when high heat is used to serve the characters and the narrative, as well as us fans. (In other words, take away the sexualized part of this relationship and the whole story would fall apart.) I suppose we should pay attention to Uea’s rules since they will all be broken. Uea has a bit of a demanding spoiled prince thing going and I’m not mad about it. This may be the most neck-kissy couple ever, I’m so happy for them! Yet another installment in “Thailand, please get that boy to a therapist.” This ep likely has lots of extras so I might watch IQ as well. Child abuse trigger btw.

Moonlight Chicken (Weds YT) eps 7-8fin - It was a good last 2 eps, and I ended up actually liking the complexity of the messiness more than I thought I would - disaster queer authenticity isn’t usually my thing. (Japan taught me that lesson the hard way). All in all, a stellar a little offering from GMMTV, in the Not Me or ITSAY vein of “I question whether it’s actually BL but like it anyway.” Full review and rating below.

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) ep 12fin - The climax was rather predictably climatic (as it were). I love that Chopper shot his dad. Better aim next time, sweetheart? The cousins making up was sappy. Chopper & Ben were fine. Frankly, I’m not sure about PerthChimon’s chemistry, a bit nervous for their series now. And then Kdrama separation nation strikes again. Yawn. Question: Did the cute girl at Palm’s bar ever get her coconut juice? Full review and rating below.

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 1 of 10 - ForceBook in an office set boss/employee highly camp rom-com. Babe is a bit too slapstick for me, boss is a bit too creepy, and Book is def over egging the pudding. Well meaning chatterbox idiot is not my fav archetype. Bathroom meet cute? Huh. I don’t know. I don’t hate it, I guess?

The Promise (Thai WeTV & YT) ep 1 of 10 - Popped into my YT feed so I gave it a try. Unexpectedly good! Phu & Nan are childhood bffs from middle school through college (almost lovers). Phu disappears just after graduation. After looking/waiting for him for ages, Nan gives up and self isolates, and the actual story takes place 10 years later. The arbitrary slapstick elements are unnecessary, disjoined, and rough. The show should have had the strength of its convictions just to be a serious drama. But it’s way better than expected (it’s about coffee, I love coffee) and no need to have watched the prequel miniseries Phupha | Nanfah. Phu’s granny and cohorts are THE BEST. Also elder queer rep. There better be a GREAT reason why Phu didn’t reach out to Nan or I will be seriously displeased.

Chains of Heart (Sat iQIYI) 3 of 10 - I kind of love Ken’s slightly idiot gay couple friends. (I do love all of the queer family we are getting these days.) They better not betray him! Still, this is one of those shows where, despite his competency, we haven’t really been given a reason to like Ken all that much. I’m not super invested in his grief or his new romance. The captions are BONKERS but the sex scenes are good. I hope LueKen deliver as well as DinKen. Gotta say, despite my grumbling, I did enjoy it more this week.

Tin Tam Jai (Tues Gaga & iQIYI) ep 1 of 10 - I am not a huge fan of the tsundere seme, especially if they are the older character. But this is a really good cast and for a pulp it’s actually okay acted and captioned. It’s cute. Campy. Old school Thai. I do like a flirty uke who knows what he wants. Lots of very prototypical tropes. Is it good? Well, no, but I’m still gonna watch it.

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - Terrible subs again. They a hot couple but Itt is a revolting character, asshole rather than brat. Day is VERY sexy tho. This one is messy and rough and will likely involve cheating AND the amnesia trope. I might put it onto the binge pile.

Our Winter (Thai & Korea YT & TikTok under ThaiMiniSeries) eps 8-9 of 14 - TutorYim are cute. And nice to have decent music with Thai actors for a change.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

All the Liquors (Korea Thurs Gaga & Viki) ep 1-2 of 8 - Oh my God, breaking up with a man because he picked the wrong restaurant for a holiday meal is v relatable, but the reaction ”how can you break up with me before we’ve eaten?” is the best thing ever. I may identify with our baby party boy hedonist more than any other BL lead ever presented. I adore how Korea is leaning into “out gay boys” these days. Love love love the gay bestie. This is on the New Employee end of the KBL spectrum, no bad thing. Not sure about the alcoholism angle tho. Still, this is a fun show! I don’t even mind the crash into me trope when combined with baby is a floppy drunk trope.

HIStory 5: Love in the Future (Taiwan Weds Viki) ep 10fin (or 19&20) - Not at all surprised that Vincent (Sam? How many names does this man need?) was pulling a double cross, because from the credits we knew the pairs get along. Couple’s necklaces and a sweet make up sequence for the sides. Nice sex scene and manufactured drama for the mains. Ultra cheese fest ending for all including random H4 couple. Full review and rating below.

Jack o’Frost (Japan GaGa) ep 3 of 6 - The first time sex scene from the past was sweet and well done. That said, a traditional BL romance is not what this story is doing. It’s about 2 people at different points in a romantic journey, one of whom has memories of a failed relationship (and associated baggage) and the other who does not (so is starting at fresh). It’s using high concept to explore this, but that means (this beaning Japan) HEA is on shakey ground. Also, still running a bit low energy for me.

It’s Airing But ...

Blue Sky Complex (Japan ???) 5 eps for VR - Kei Ichikawa's manga is getting a JBL adaptation. Weird distribution though, it started Feb 27 sequentially on 360 Channel (SHOCHIKUch) a VR video distribution service. Will inter-fans ever get to see this, and if it’s filmed for VR will it adapt without being overly dark and fuzzy? I have questions. But as usual, you do you Japan and we will wait (im)patiently to see if you remember the rest of the world exists. This is my preferred kind of live action yaoi, so fingers crossed:

Boyband (Thai) ep 2 of 10 - Stopped airing on YouTube, and only available in Thailand & Japan. Not sure if they’re working a distribution deal or just fucking with us.

Cafe In Love (Thai ???) 10 eps on Ch3+ - Thai pulp, about trying to save a coffee shop. FairyGodBLer came through for me, but I’m collecting to binge just in case. It’s my new policy with the grey stuff.

Destiny Seeker (Tues WeTV Thailand) 10 eps - it’s not on any WeTV I can get ahold of. Bad Buddy the pulp rebirth meets Japanese handsome host club action. Same as above.

Heesu In Class 2 (Korea Thurs unknown, I check Viki Gaga iQIYI) - A gay(er) version of Sex Education. I’m still not sure this one is actually happening.

Finished This Week

My Beautiful Man 2 AKA Utsukushii Kare Season 2

These two have such a great DS dynamic. Only Hira would apologize for fucking and wanting to fuck his own boyfriend, but doing it anyway. Talk about a service top with a humiliation fetish. Sheesh. The masochism is strong with this one. (Since I do not deal with humiliation fetishists well, the cringe factor got to me a little.) Still, pouty jealous Kiyoi is the cutest. [One flaw: The photographer dude should have been played by Kenta. Just a little joke.]

SUMMATION

All in all, this 2nd season didn’t blow me away the way the 1st did. It was quieter and more uniform in its narrative and messaging - thus more predictable. The basic relationship misunderstanding remained the same - all about value and self worth and how that’s assessed. The result is a dialogue between imposter syndrome and a parasocial relationship. If these 2 only had the language and framework of BDSM to understand each other, than they would, but they don’t so the story is us watching them suffer for it. But that’s part of the fun. Part of their fun too, I think, as if the fighting and misunderstanding is just another one of their many kinks. An engaging and solid second installment that was so consistent, I’m going to keep the rating consistent too. 9/10

HIStory 5: Love in the Future

High concept of a man from the past traveling to Covid times and getting involved with a spoiled rich kid soon to be CEO that ultimately made for a dull story. Sides were stellar but intentional miscommunication as a narrative driver never works for me. Good chemistry, nice sex scenes, and a cheesy ending (90% of the time) is Taiwan’s BL brand. I expected nothing less. But there is a little part of me that hoped for something more. 7/10

Never Let Me Go

Bodyguard romance where poor boy must watch over rich boy for family obligation reasons. Simple premise well executed with a few bumps that made it feel like it was trying to tackle too much (when it wasn’t). Still, an enjoyable show that benefited from being handed to PondPhuwin who did a stellar job with their roles and chemistry. Is it going into permanent rewatch rotation? No, but a solid GMMTV offering. 8/10

Moonlight Chicken

I enjoyed this complicated little show, even though it’s spectacularly messy gay with lots of shrapnel and authentic pain. I thought EarthMix turned in their most compelling performance to date. But it was GeminiFourth who stole my heart. That said, the most interesting central relationship was that of Jim & Li Ming, their father-son angst mixed with evident affection made me tear up. This was more slice of life than it was BL, but it ended happily so I’m not mad at it. 8/10

Gossip

Apparently Pavel (my love) has been added to the cast of Pit Babe, a Thai BL series I thought was defunked (it was supposed to be out in Jan). So I’m happy. I also put it back on the 2023 tracking sheet.

Tia51 announced upcoming sampler pack Thai BL My Universe. Normally I don’t report on Thai announcements, as they are pure speculation, but this one is reported to feature 22 actors, 11 couples, 12 stories, and 24 episodes in August 2023. STOP OR YOU’LL GO BLIND. (FB page BLUpdate2020 has a full rundown of the 12 stories.) No MDL listing that I can find. Giving the War or Y peeps a run for their money? Or just epic Thai BL lever pulp-tastic insanity?

New Pinoy BL Stay announced, 6 eps featuring boys who unexpectedly meet in Los Angeles. More here.

In case you missed it

Jeff Satur is leaving BeOnCloud. Honestly, who tf didn’t see this coming? He just dropped a MV with SHAUN (Steal The Show). Jeff is one of the biggest Thai indies and Shaun is legacy Kpop indie. Jeff was and is always more focused on singing and that’s busted a pair before. Frankly speaking, he's ambitious and doesn’t need BeOnCloud. I’m a big believer in breaking from an agency if you have the platform to go it alone. And just because he’d not repped by them doesn’t me he can’t still work with them, sheesh calm down KP fandom. (Honestly this seems to be my mantra since that damn show aired.)

Next Week Looks Like This:

03/08 - Pastsenger (Thai Gaga) 12 eps- Stars Marc (My Gear & Your Gown) and Cooper (My Engineer) both formerly paired with others, in a time travel paranormal that smacks of HIStory 5. Sunshine 90s kid travels to 2022, goes to university, encounters grumpy nerd.

03/09 - Our Dating Sim (Korea unknown) - What happens when two men, friends since schoo, meet again at work to create a dating simulation game together.

03/12 Future (Thai YouTube & Gaga?) 5 eps - Based on a y-novel by Faddest (En of Love - yeah I didn’t know that was based on a novel, either). About, you guessed it, an engineering student and a dentist. Maybe this will be the FOTS we were all hoping for? Fuse (the engineering student) is played by Boom from the En of Love and is kinda the same character (Field). I think we can expect this one to be soft, it’s from the 21 Day Theory people. (maybe March 19 international)

Full list of upcoming in March 2023 is here.

2023 forthcoming BL master post. (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

This Week in Subs of Qua?

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I liked this scene in Moonlight Chicken so much I did a whole post about it.

Chains of Heart the past relationship. can’t wait to see if they do as well with the present one.

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? Peacemaker by P1Harmony (I’m considering stanning this group because their rap line is insane, everyone can dance, Theo is beautiful, and Keeho is an adorable nut job with a great voice. Talk about a boy who should do BL, and probably would without a care in the world. Stop him though, these boys are gonna be the next Monsta X.)

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Completing the Path to the Yellow Dragon: A Report on RTX Austin 2023

What's got the voice cast of Team RWBY acting up in a tizzy? Find out the answer and more under the cut!

Preface:

So anyone who knows me, knows that I'm heavily into RWBY by Rooster Teeth. And as such I have an emotional attachment to the show and its' characters, especially Yang Xiao Long. So much so that Volume 3 definitely affected my emotional and mental health when Yang lost her arm to the bull bastard. If you can recall how I tried to cope with that.

But with that particular chapter long behind us all, there came a point where I made it a personal goal to meet the main cast of RWBY, whether individually or one at a time. An opportunity arose when Tampa Bay Comic-Con announced Barbara Dunkelman was going to be in town that year for it. All things considered, she's the one I wanted to meet the most. UNFORTUNATELY that year happened to be 2020. And you know when happened then. So it didn't happen for all the obvious reasons.

The following year, I made another attempt to meet all four of them when Florida Supercon announced them as guests in Miami. Which worked out on certain fronts since both my dad and my uncle live there. But once I had already purchased my ticket, they all ended up pulling out. And there was no refunds. So I basically wasted money and begrudgingly attended the con, knowing all I could do was basically just bumblescrewing around. Especially considering they didn't announce any GOOD replacements for them. At this rate, all I could settle for were video chats with Barb, (And at one point Barb AND Arryn) so that they would at least know my name and my face.

Another year passed to 2022, and to my utter disappointment, neither TBCC nor Florida Supercon ever bothered to make good and attempt to bring any of them back. So with my trust gone from local cons, it was then that I decided what needed to be done. After taking care of other business with Wrestlecon in Dallas, I would instead go directly to them at RTX the next year knowing they're consummate guests who can't pull out from there since they all practically LIVE and work there with Rooster Teeth. Because it became more important to me than ever to meet them all, especially Barbara, to make myself feel spiritually whole.

And so began my Path to the Yellow Dragon.

Day 1: Discounts at Diner Bar and The Grey Market? HAHA, BET.

Waking up to the sound of "Dangerous Dreams" by LeBrock, I made the early morning flight to Austin with more baggage than I had ever packed before and a new backpack to carry lots of necessities with me.

Arriving at the Fairmont hotel, I unpacked and settled in as quickly as possible. I was surprised to find I had my own bathrobe! So I decided to get my Damien Sandow on:

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After taking time to relax, I made my way to the Austin Convention Center for what was dubbed "First Night." Which was essentially their "Welcome to RTX" panel, which included the RTX 2023 theme song! (Said song ended up being "Higher" by Creed except with more Rooster Teeth centered lyrics, lol.)

After that, it was the various talent of Rooster Teeth, including Geoff Ramsey and Gus Sorola giving us the lowdown on the weekend events, not to mention making announcements for stuff like new episodes of Camp Camp and A Simple Walk 2. We were also treated to Face Jam recommending several local eateries for those of us not familiar with the area, as well as constantly reminding us of getting discounts from Diner Bar and The Grey Market with our RTX badges. While I didn't partake in those place, I DID scope out Via 313 pizza as a means of securing a dinner for the weekend, so good on them for telling us about THAT place.

Not much else after that, so I packed it in, grabbed some room service for dinner, played a bit of Tears of the Kingdom before calling it a night.

Day 2: A Perfect 10 out of 9

With the OFFICIAL first day upon me, I made it a personal mission to make sure my attire was repping Team RWBY throughout the weekend. So combined with my camos, it came out something like this:

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There was definitely more of certain colors than the others, but let's be honest, with how many people were out there wearing similar colors after Volume 9, would it matter? XD

Regardless, since I had a Platinum badge, I was allowed one-hour early access to their main hall! And they had PLENTY to do inside of it! Including...

Achievement Hunter Golf and other games of skill!

The F*ck Face Exhibit!

The Face Jam Rat & Grackle Pub! (My finger slipped in the shot there, whoops.)

And then there was the 20 Years of Rooster Teeth Museum!

T'was full of different props and signed stuff. Some that were off limits, and others you could interact with. Like sitting on the Always Open Couch, or even pose with a replica of the Crescent Rose! Since that was the case:

I took the opportunity to practice Kozuki Oden Two-Sword style! Although Crescent Rose is definitely a LOT heavier than it looks.

Then there was the All Good No Worries Park!

Just a simple place to sit back, relax, play a few yard games, and even scribble messages on the completely free spaced walls that was in the center. Having THAT kinda freedom, I decided to Gol D. Roger it up:

Suffice to say, there was PLENTY of fun to be had. But aside from awaiting for the Shop to open up, (which I couldn't immediately get because access wasn't allowed until Noon for those who didn't have the Ultra Badge) there was a VERY unique activity to do at the RT Animation Fan Zone...

The chance to speak with Ruby Rose herself! In VTuber form, Ruby appeared before us all for a "fireside chat" following her latest adventures. These happened in short sessions throughout the day, so I managed to attend two of them during the weekend. Here's some tidbits that happened while I was there.

-Despite how she acted towards them in Volume 9, Ruby IS very happy that Blake and Yang got together and very excitedly approves of their new relationship. She noted that it was very unlike Yang to dance around her feelings, so she was glad it all paid off in the end for them both. Good thing I asked THAT question!

-When asked what kind of Pokémon trainer she would be, she stated she'd have a mix of Grass and Flying-type Pokemon. And throw in a Pikachu.

-SOMEONE had the gall to ask if she had any loves in her life, (which got quite the reaction from the crowd, including myself who pointed my bat at that person and said "YOU WATCH YOUR BOUNDARIES, MISTER!") and her answer was she has only ONE love: Crescent Rose. XD

-On the subject of favorite food besides cookies, she said that she's always wanted to try pizza. Apparently it DOESN'T exist in Remnant which is a damn crying shame. Hopefully someone gets around to inventing it once Salem's permanently out of the picture...

-If she could swap her semblance with anyone else, she would switch with Yang, due to her being a little clumsy and running into things. So she would like to get a little stronger when THAT happens.

-While she's more familiar with DC Superheroes, someone asked who she likes from the Marvel side of things. To the delight of many of us, she said she'd like to meet Miles Morales since he wears red and black like her.

-Another person asked about if Zwei has any family, and she said he did come from a large litter. When things settle down for Remnant at large, she would like to find his family. (They'd probably have to go to space to find his big brother, lol.)

-Since I'm such a huge One Piece dork, I asked what kind of Devil Fruit she would like to eat. Apparently there's a similar story in Remnant called "Single Bit," and she ultimately chose the Gum-Gum Fruit. (Wonder if she knows about the truth behind THAT one...)

And in what was a surprise to us all, Neath Oum himself made an appearance! He asked a simple question how she felt coming back to Remnant. I took the opportunity to shake his hand, just as a sign of goodwill to him and his family.

Soon after that, it was time for the official RWBY panel!

We basically got news about merch, the V9 Soundtrack and home video release dates, thoughts and reactions about the recent season, and even got treated to a sneak peek at Volume 10! (Won't spoil it here, but someone did record and paste to YouTube, so have it that if you really wanna see it.)

Nicest part about this panel was all the free stuff they literally tossed out to the crowd before it started! I managed to snag some new swag in the process:

Having done all that, I packed it all in to eat, sleep, and get ready for the most important day of my life so far...

Day 3: The Good, The Elite, and The Bumbleby

After grabbing breakfast at a nearby iHop, I ventured once more to the convention center. After more random things, I first showed up for the life RWBY Grimm Campaign session, with Lindsay Jones guest playing as "Taco Cat!"

The mission was to find a hitman known as "The Bengal" in a nightclub. In true to life fashion, there were great rolls, and more then several mistakes and jokes being made. XD I clearly missed out on a lot with their previous experiences.

After that came the Death Battle panel!

This had it's share of crazy AI-generated Death Battle mad libs, a big Q&A session, and a preview of the oncoming fight between Darth Vader and Obito Uchiha. I took the opportunity to give a shout-out for having my friend @akumath on their team, and AGAIN reassuring them that they were right about Yang vs. Tifa, before asking if they'd do a Death Battle based off their DBX episodes. Since some of the results of those left me a little more than disappointed. But because I got chosen to ask a question, I was given a free Death Battle shirt!

Having done all that, the time finally came to achieve my ultimate goal for the weekend and personally meet the cast of RWBY. Definitely took a bit of patience on my part, as the line was understandably long, not to mention we were allowed only ONE item to have signed because they had to stick to a schedule. But eventually the time came for my turn to step before Lindsay, Kara, Arryn, and Barb. So I first gave them a proper greeting:

With whatever time I had to speak to all of them at once, I made sure to tell them all how much the show and their characters have meant to me over the years and are still special to me today. It wasn't easy, I got a little emotional doing so, making sure not to completely lose my composure in the process.

Having said as much as I could while they signed my poster, I made sure to inform them all about some gifts I had for them. Unfortunately I couldn't pass them off personally, but I made sure they all knew they were getting art prints of RWBY pics I commissioned previously. However, I had something SPECIAL in mind for Arryn specifically...

YOU CAN STOP SCROLLING NOW IF YOU SKIPPED EVERYTHING ELSE. XD

To explain, as someone who had been crushing on Yang ever since the day the Yellow trailer debuted, I wanted to symbolically and spiritually concede defeat in that Blake was always meant for Yang and not me. (Or my RWBY OC, rather.) And while technically I could hire people to write fics and draw pics of me getting down and dirty with them both, realistically I had to do the right thing for myself so I could wake up with a clear conscience going forward so that they know I fully support Bumbleby being canon.

That being said, I gifted Arryn with a special item that I dubbed "The Beekeper." And clearly it made quite an impression from the looks on their faces there. XD

What exactly IS "The Beekeeper," you ask? Well, I'm going to keep it as a surprise. Want to make it a "you had to be there" thing between me, them, and whatever witnesses happened to catch my special gift. I will however, reveal "The Beekeeper" if Arryn herself happens to show it off on her socials. Maybe it will help if the same pic gets more likes on IG? Until then...IT IS A MYSTERY.

After that, I got my prize shot!

Having done all that, I made sure before departing to have some personal words with Barbara. And left with my complete reward:

Having cleared another dream in my life, I retired for the night before flying back home.

Epilogue:

So here we are. Me having achieved another personal dream of mine, despite how many times I had to deal with the brick walls that were put up in front of me. And thanks to the shirt I ordered from the RT Store ahead of time combined with some purchases I made at the con, I even have a nice little Bumbleby collection going on:

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I don't want to sound TOO stereotypical for how I want to put a bow on this whole thing...but I might as well wing it as best I can:

If you want something bad, as 3 Live Kru once said: Do the damn thang. No matter how long it takes and what you gotta spend to get it, the payoff will ALWAYS be worth it in the end. And once you've done that, move onto the next goal with all the time you have in the world. You never know when it'll be your last.

This is Gregory Prytyka Jr. saying: Goodnight from the sunshine state.

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Her man at the restaurant

Part three of ‘the lady at the bar’

(Tangerine x f! Reader )

Warnings: Alcohol, flirting, SMUT (in future chapters), kissing, mentions of insecurity.

Summary: Tangerine was always sharp and dapper, intimidatingly classic man. He never found the time to experience romance of any sorts. Lemon begged him to get out there and if he found the right one and he empathizes the RIGHT one she would love him despite his work field. He found that to be absolute nonsense he believed there’d never be anyone for him till he found you.

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You woke up to the small patter of rain on the windows. You’ve been smiling since that night reminiscing on how good his lips had held yours and how you craved more.

Conversation between the two of you had been casual this past week nothing boring but nothing too crazy.

You were laying in bed for once basking in the duvet thinking of texting tangerine a meek ‘good morning’. And it was as if he had the same idea but the thing about him was he always followed through with his.

Your phone buzzed vibrating in your hands he was calling you not texting calling.

“hello?” You answered just a small bit confused sleep still lacing your voice.

He shivered at the sound of it how feminine it had been is that how your always sound in the morning.

“Good morning gorgeous, have I woken you?” You turned in bed sitting up. The realization hitting that he was really on the phone right now.

“No, no I woke up like twenty-ish minutes ago.” You heard the small laugh on the opposite side of the phone.

“Oh so you’ve been up a while, I was calling to offer you dinner tonight if you’d like that.” You thought you could sense hesitance in his statement how can a man who looks like that be hesitant.

“Yeah I would love that.” He had a very pleased grin painted on his face you’d love that he thought to himself. Lemon in the other hand was on last fucking nerve.

“I’ll be at yours by 7:30 sound good?” You got out of bed doing an excited little wiggle before remembering to answer.

“Okay sounds great I’ll send you my address.” He made a noise on the other side like a shooing maybe of some sort.

He knew your address he had remembered it from the night you’d spoken it to the cab driver but he’d never admit that.

“Sounds lovely.” He was smiling on his side of the phone at your humming of focus as you typed it out to send.

“okay then.” You smiled with a soft laugh.

“All right love well I’ll talk to you in a bit, yeah.” Tangerine hate to cut this call short he truly could listen to you for ages.

“Okay bye tangerine.” His name sounded pleasing on your tongue like how violence usually sounded but innocent.

The phone call ended with a small beep you set it down prancing around your flat humming a little tune happily. In tangerines case he was ready to punch lemon in the fucking throat.

“Why must you be up my fucking arse all the time!” Lemon was smirking from the other side of the counter he had been bugging tangerine the whole phone call.

“What mate im happy for you you’ve got a banging lady to go on a date with you.” Tangerine had to admit he definitely did have a beautiful lady to accompany him tonight.

“Doesn’t matter I was on the phone and your here yapping in my ear as I’m trying to speak to her.” He cooled down a bit from his initial frustration.

“Whatever where are you taking her?” He hadn’t quite thought that part through but he’d never admit that and risk being called stupid.

“None of your business don’t want you showing up and fucking it!” His brother knew he had no clue where he was taking you giving tangerine a glare.

“Well in case you don’t know there’s the new Italian spot downtown very nice and upscale, you know just in case though.” Tangerine rolled his eyes acting like he didn’t need that information.

“Well good thing I have it all planned.” He was going to call that place right when he had the chance to be alone.

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He got the reservations with a lot of talking and maybe even more money. Was he insecure? No but was he desperately wanting to Make the right impression yes.

He not only wanted to be good for you he wanted to look good for you he needed to be just right.

You on the other hand were on the brim of tears, frustration flooding your senses not so casually you couldn’t for thee life of you find something to wear without judging yourself critically on every basis tearing you self esteem apart for things that simply made you human.

If only you seen yourself as he sees you, so perfect its mind fucking, so invigorating making tangerine feel so full of life like he was suddenly reborn.

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“Mate really your going out with a lady what’s the need for a gun?” Lemon questioned watching his brother get ready, he could admit he cleaned up nicely. Must run in the genes he thought.

“Anything can happen remember diesels exist everywhere.” He spoke nonchalantly even though he cringed at the analogy, subtly locking the gun in its holster behind his back.

He was ready, double checking he had everything he needed. He physically had a check-list written out to make sure. Running over it once more keys yes, wallet yes, gun absoul-.

“So where you taking her?” Lemon jumped in his train of thought like he’d always done but he was somewhat the tiniest bit grateful to be snapped out of his anxiousness.

“None of your fucking business goodbye.” Gratefulness short lived he’d never give lemon the spoken satisfaction of admitting he did indeed need the recommendation and he was very thankful.

Lemon chuckled when the door slammed he knew him well.

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He drove swiftly to your flat well on time he thought when really the guy was indeed standing on your doorstep at exactly 7:30 a sturdy 3 knocks landed on your front door as you were sliding on your purse. You ran an anxious hand on your dress and again in your hair before saying a quick ‘coming’.

When you opened the door he could’ve fell to his knees right there and to you preferably you could’ve gotten on your own.

You looked delicate and so fucking incredibly sexy, class laced through your demeanor. His hand ran to yours bringing it swiftly to his lips pressing a limited and modest kiss to your hand.

“Evening beautiful, shall we leave?” He finally let out, he seemed so smooth to you, so effortless but really his heart was racing just as yours.

“Hmm yes we should.” He was so unbelievably proud of the blush that laid on your cheek bones, waiting patiently as you locked your door he intertwined your arm walking slowly down your few temps giving you every ounce of his patience to ensure your comfort.

He opened your door to his midnight black coupe. So telling. He swiftly shut your door making his way to the drivers seat fitting perfectly there; once his car door shut everything was so real, the way his cologne was in every molecule of air made your chest rise and fall a bit faster his expert eyes would never miss something as such.

“Where are we going?” He was so utterly relieved to hear you speak you brought something to his senses that have never been there and he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“This new Italian spot in downtown, is that good with you darling?” He sent a quick but firm glance your way his question had genuine concern, What if you hated Italian.

His terms of endearment never failed to make you smirk in adoration.

“It’s really hard to get reservation there especially with how new it is.” You had hints of astonishment in your sentence,

Cockiness was the only feeling to explain how he felt in this moment he smiled at his accomplishment he just knew you were impressed.he wanted to tell you how much more he could do, how much more he wanted to do.

Your hands fidgeted with themselves a normal thing you did when anxious, you glanced over to him he looked so focused his jaw clenched and sharp as ever. Your eyes found themselves settled at his hand that rested on the steering wheel with the firm grip he held it with the few rings on his fingers, god everything about him was entrancing.

He cleared his voice snapping you out of it you smiled a bit and he gave you a wink. On the inside tangerine was dying to touch, the way every time you bounced your leg the slit in your black dress rose just a bit drove him mad and the attention you were settling on him very obviously checking him out was doing something to his ego.

He pulled up swiftly to the curb right in front of the restaurant, something he made sure would happen. Once again he was swiftly at your door offering you a hand out which you cheekily accepted wrapping his hand around your rather smaller one.

You double glanced back at his parking how much sexier can this man get that shit couldn’t be more parallel.

He released your hand begrudgingly to slide it to the small of your back like he did not too long ago sending a very clear message to other men, you were very much his.

Your eyelashes batted up to him as you spoke a small ‘thank you’ when he opened the door for you. The restaurant was stunning, it held high ceiling with earthy looking chandeliers and hard wood floors extremely charming.

“Hello reservations for tangerine.” He spoke to the girl behind the stand who was so fucking clearly checking him out and you couldn’t lie the blue suit he wore made your mouth water but none-the less this was very much clearly a date.

“Right this way sir.” It was so seductive it made you feel hot with anger inside, something must’ve been telling of the way you felt cause before he began to follow her he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“I’m not sure if I told you but you look so fucking beautiful.” He dragged out the last two words he was so close his breath fanned against your neck sending goose bumps all over.

He walked you both to your table pulling out your chair before his settling down your guys’ waiter arrived in no time giving his spiel on tonights special, wine choices and everything fancy. Tangerine ordered a bottle of wine for starters and he left to retrieve it.

“How’s work going you told me you were having trouble with some students last you spoke of it?” You smiled at his memory of something you said randomly.

“Yeah their not going to pass my class I mean I tried so hard to give them extra percentage but it wouldn’t workout and it’d be even more unfair for the students who work so hard.” You looked troubled but passionate when speaking of it he smiled at your care for your class.

“What’s got you so passionate about art?” He was trying his best to subtly rack your brain of everything it’d give him.

You thought a moment before speaking; bitting down softly on your plush color stained lip.

“The expression and emotion you can portray simply by a color palette or design is really intriguing or even the way everyone can portray the same thing but in completely different styles.” Your eyes lit at the topic you loved what you did and for that you were grateful.

“I’d love to see some of your work someday?” He offered in response leaning into the table a bit as your wine glasses were filled. You both ordered meals and your waiter was gone once again.

“Since the work field is on need-to-know tell me something else you do.” You offered taking a sip of your glass humming in satisfaction from the taste, oh how he loved that.

“My work requires a lot of my time but when I don’t have it I’m a free man with financial freedom, and for what I like to do is well work.” He was a bit sad at the admission he hadn’t really ever done anything that he could consider a hobby.

“Well if you can put up with me ill soon fill your free time.” He wanted nothing more.

He was all small smiles and laughs at the things you talked of once you were out of the awkward questions. The food arrived and still conversation flowed between bites and sips. He was so engaged in everything you said; offering questions and hums at your stories of life and childhood. You were so oddly comfortable in his company.

“Sorry if I’m talking to much.” Finally slowing on talking the realization that most of conversation was about yourself which made you feel bad.

“Not enough I’m afraid.” He was quick with his reply, instantly picking up on your posture how you so badly wanted to fold in on yourself.

He reassured his statement by asking you more about your previous story you two sat for awhile longer. He sat back in the chair that looked small compared to him, taking up space on his side of the table. The check was brought to you before you could even ask or offer his Amex card was slid into it and sent back.

“On me gorgeous Thank you for accompanying me.” How was he thanking you, sighing you smiled at him once again you were lost in him the way his gold chain only slightly peeked from the rim of his collar the way his hair was perfectly styled perfect for tugging. Too much wine.

“Keep looking at me like that and I wont be able to contain myself.” He wanted to smash your lips to his passionately show you how much he loved your mouth and all the things his could do without words but he wouldn’t burden you with his disgraceful thoughts just yet.

“From?” You knew from what but you wanted to hear it, you wanted to spur him on.

Just as he was about to deliver you a dirty thought the check with his card arrived leaving him a pen to sign on the receipt he did so but not before sending you a wink. You both left the restaurant and went to the car, you settled in and then were on your way dinner took much longer than he anticipated but he was happy about that cause it never felt like it.

He drove safely though the city back to your home he was all too familiar with these streets usually he’d speed far too fast but not today, not with you.

You arrived to your home but the tension in the car was killing you it was an act now or act never sort of ordeal but what if he didn’t like you anymore what if he hated the way you ate or the dress maybe you talked too much.

“Thank you for dinner-“ he leaned across his seat turning your face towards his own and swiping his lips against yours before pressing them there with so much intention. You leaned into it as much as you could tasting the remnants of wine, his hand fell behind your neck sliding his tounge into your mouth with no effort. Your thighs rubbed together at the notion you dreamed of things like this, watched them on tv but this was so real.

He pulled away before he became animalistic and opened your door then unbuckling your seatbelt on his way back to his own seat.

“That’s what I would’ve done sweetheart, you have a goodnight I hope to see you soon.” He’d make sure he would, you smiled breathless laughing a bit you leaned over your seat for once and pressing a soft kiss to his scruff a small sign of appreciation.

“Goodnight tangerine.” You left the car more than happy, he watched you walk up to your door and slide into your flat usually he would’ve walked with you but he was concerned that if he did he’d leave the impression he wanted more from you, which he did but not just yet he needed to be patient with you.

He adjusted his pants and sped off the sidewalk and back into he busy city to his own flat nestled in the nicest street in London and of course as soon as he opened the fucking door lemon was there just cheekily waiting for him.

“How was it brother?”

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Opinions on the novel and novella categories excluding Elder Race?

Okay so, uh, 3 months late finally answering this (sorry - but I DID read Elder Race in the meantime!)

So, novels-

A Desolation Called Peace by Arkady Martine The central metaphor of how an empire can only understand something by consuming/assimilating it into itself was imo well-done, one of the better uses of a hive mind alien I've seen in a while. Mahit and (especially) Three Seagrass continue to be delightful. The whole palace drama plot in the City leaned a biiiiiit too close to 'the Empress is just and good! Sadly scheming ministers and self-interested officials have attempted to mislead her for their own ends' for my tastes, which absolutely made me start rooting for scheming vizer guy out of spite. Still kind of confused what happened to the Judiciary Minister who vanished 2/3 of the way into the first book without comment. Excellent read, would recommend

The Galaxy, and the Ground Within by Becky Chambers Absolutely my favorite thing Chambers has written, but that is a very low bar. There were a few pages of actual interpersonal conflict that wasn't just a silly misunderstanding! (Even if they had apologized and agreed to disagree by the end of the next chapter). In principle I approve of any sci fi with no human characters in major roles. Aeleon demography continues to give me a headache (how do you spend so much time on worldbuilding and just mess up the basic math?) - though honestly Pei's whole conflict over the societal expectation to have a kid would have had a bit more tension/drama to it in a setting where her species was legitimately endangered and at risk of extinction (the sheer angst potential!) Anyway, yeah, well-executed but Not For Me.

Light From Uncommon Stars by Ryka Aoki I did, uh, not much like this book. In a 'spent a couple hours cathartically ranting about it on discord after finishing it' sort of way. The central romance didn't work, every character arc was perfectly predictable, the whole incessantly hammered home bit about the magic and wonder of home-cooked food just makes me want to gag, I can kind of see what Aoki was going for with the sci fi half of the worldbuilding but it just didn't work at all, and so on. Still not entirely sure what to make of the fact that if you did the 0.5 degree shift necessary to turn the finale into a Christian morality play the quirky alien family plays an identical structural role to where the angels would be. The cursed/demonic-violin repair lady was fun, though.

A Master of Djinn by P. Djèlí Clark This was fun! Nothing hugely ground-breaking and extremely trope-ey, but in a good way? Like the process was clearly 'buddy cop story in into steampunk urban fantasy Cairo' more than anything that evolved naturally out of the characters or setting. But like, eh? The finale involved a giant robot controlled by enslaved ifrit and a mad sorceress trying to restore the British empire attacking the city, nuance and subtlety clearly weren't the goals here. The central mystery was barely a mystery, though. You could pick out the villain by the end of the first act like three or four different ways. Still, yeah, great time. Very pulpy.

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir If you don't know that this is by the The Martian guy going in, it will be extremely clear by the time you're 50 pages in. It's a writing style with a real personality bleeding through - if you don't like it, the book will I'm sure be torture. But anyway, I'm a sucker for first contact stories and properly weird but still sympathetic and agentic aliens, and that's the beating heart of the story so I mean, of course I enjoyed it. The science also all seemed plausible/not-obvious-bullshit to me, and Weir did a really good job of getting tension and drama without ever making anyone a villain, with all the threats being faced being natural/environmental. Fun read, assuming very high tolerance for technobabble and also magic amnesia that you don't apply anywhere near the standards of the rest of the books' science to.

She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan I mean the whole premise of 'mythic/low-fantasy retelling of the founding of the Ming dynasty but with lesbians' feels like what you'd get if you simmered down my reading consumption of the last year or two and poured out the reduction. So like, yeah, of course I liked it! Probably would have been my vote for winner, though not at all sad that Desolation got it instead. As a character type, I really, really love the whole 'arranges everything to work out perfectly through desperate, furious scheming, then absolutely never breaks character and insists it must be providence and they're but a simple monk/scholar/whatever" so Zhu's whole bit there was just catnip to me. The whole melodrama in the mongol court was great, too. And how can you not love a book that ends with the heroine murdering the messiah in cold blood?

novellas-

Across the Green Grass Fields by Seanan McGuire The only other thing I'd read by McGuire before this was Middlegame, which may have given me unrealistic expectations but, like, this was fine? Or, like, I get the sense that this is very much a YA/Middle-grade book, insofar as it really feels like the literary equivalent of a tv special you'd watch with your kid niece and nephew because hey, it's not painful for you or anything? Really funny that this exists entirely independently of the apparently-a-real-thing cartoon Centaurworld, though.

Elder Race by Adrian Tchaikovsky This was fun classic sci fi. Like, really classic - I kind of thought 'fantasy setting that's secretly a post-apocalyptic sci fi setting where all the 'magic' and 'monsters' are just poorly understood hypertech' went of fashion with the millennium. Anyway I adore things that play with POV and have different people see the same events and process/interpret them radically differently, so the whole book was catnip that way, and it managed to authentically feel like just a small slice of a vaster, weirder universe, and both deuteragonists really work for me. Don't have a solid pick for my preferred winner but this is one of the two I'm torn between.

Fireheart Tiger by Aliette de Bodard First and so far only thing by de Bodard I've read, which I should probably fix given how big a name she is. Anyway, this was fun! Nothing too groundbreaking, but that is 100% down to my reading habits rather than, like, 'lesbian court drama in a fantasy analogue of an asian country under threat of colonization' is an over-filled niche, or anything (really the only surprising thing was that I hadn't read this already).

The Past Is Red by Catherynne M. Valente The other one I might have voted for. On the level of stories she's a bit hit and miss but on the sentence-to-sentence and paragraph-to-paragraph levels Valente is seriously one of my favorite writers working, and this was no exception. Just an absolute delight to read. Also, 'post-apocalyptic magical realism on the city-sized garbage heap floating in the ocean populated by a culture of survivors after the world drowned' is just a great premise. And my shriveled husk of a soul appreciates just committing to the character study and the ruin and the elegy without giving into the urge to make a grand redemptive quest of it all.

A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers I, uh, liked this significantly less than Galaxy and the Ground Within. Utopias are basically necessarily didactic but, like, you really don't have to lean all the way into literally having the heart of the story be conversations between the protagonist and a sacred and innocent alien whose always correct about everything. Also the whole 'we 100% could be immortal but we chose not to because, like, nature or something. Aren't we so amazing?' thing with the robots is bullshit. Which, combined with the entire aesthetic of the world just left be feeling peevish and asking questions which really weren't the point (Where are the mines? The foundries? You can't make solar panels or modern antibiotics in a basement workshop! And you sure as hell can't cobble together and repair fully mobile and sapient robots in a cave with a box of scraps.)

A Spindle Splintered by Alix E. Harrow So it's not that this was bad, exactly. But, like, I feel like it should have come out sometime in the '90s? (Okay without the explicitly gay bits but that's a matter of a few sentences tbh). Like, the deadline for metafictional feminist retellings of classic fairtails being genuinely novel or subversive was sometime before Disney got in on the game, sorry. Also, like, I'm sure it's just down to me being a weird morbid kid, but the whole shocking revelation about how fucked up the original Sleeping Beauty myth is was, like, something I knew before I hit puberty? Only other thing of Harrow's I've read was the Ten Thousand Door's of January and I'm really, really disappointed comparing them, honestly. (Also, as a general rule I dislike anything where it's very clear whether you're supposed to like or trust a character from the scene they're introduced and this is never wrong)

In other categories L’Esprit de L’Escalier should obviously have one novelette, "Where Oaken Hearts Do Gather" short story, Terra Ignota series, and Monstress comic, based off the foolproof criteria of 'those are the ones I've read'

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Thank God we didn't peak in High School - Part 4

Prompt: Hurt/comfort / Here Come the Tears by Judas Priest

(mostly hurt and 'here come the tears' but I promise comfort in the next part!!)

Mild smut

The thing about this…thing with Steve is, they don’t talk about it. At all. Their days are the same as they’ve always been. To Eddie’s shock, there’s no awkwardness when he sees Steve at work. They still chat like friends in between customers and sometimes hang out in the breakroom if they have lunch at the same time. Neither of them brings up the subject of their, almost nightly, extra curricular activities.

One thing that is different, is that they both start going to after work drinks at the bar a lot more often. Eddie knows why he goes, it’s just another excuse to be around Steve. He’s not sure why Steve goes so often. The guy has been drinking a lot more than he used to so maybe he thinks it’s healthier to do it out with friends as opposed to alone at home. Eddie is afraid to admit, even to himself, that maybe Steve goes for the same reason a lot of people go to a bar. To hook up. To find someone for a night, or more if you like them enough.

They’ve been at this routine for quite a few weeks now though and that hasn’t happened yet. Thank god. Eddie isn’t sure he’d be able to act with any level of decorum if Steve took someone else home.

Not that he takes Eddie home from the bar necessarily. They always arrive and leave in separate cars. They have an unspoken agreement that no one should find out that they’ve been fooling around, so it’s a necessary step.

Eddie doesn’t exactly love the secrecy of it all but he can’t deny the fact that sneaking around is one hell of an aphrodisiac. The whole thing adds another level of fun to their nights. There they’ll be, sitting around a table drinking beer and shooting the shit with a group of their coworkers, all while texting the filthiest things to each other under the table and no one’s the wiser.

One night they’d managed to get each other so worked up with only words and stolen glances that they didn’t even make it to the end of the night, when they’d normally meet up back at Steve’s house. He wound up blowing Steve right there in one of the Hideout’s bathroom stalls. It might have been a bit risky but neither of them were complaining about it at the time.

Eddie was doing alright with things emotionally, really he was. Was he falling fully head-over-heels in love with Steve? Absolutely. But that was okay, he could manage it. Honestly most of the time it felt like they were dating for real. Steve was so sweet and attentive with him when they were alone and the sex was mind blowing. The only difference between what they were doing and a real relationship was the fact that no one else knew. It was easy for Eddie to convince himself that Steve was falling for him too and when he was ready, when he finally got over Nancy, they would make things official. He just had to hang in there.

He was busy doing inventory when robin suddenly came running up to him like a bat out of hell.

“You’re taking a break. Clock out and meet me at the van.” She said between panting breaths.

“My van you mean and wait…I’m not due to go to lunch for another 40 minutes, Buckley. Can’t this wait?”

“It absolutely cannot.”

“Fine, give me a second.”

Eddie quickly clocked out, rushing to the parking lot where Robin was waiting for him. He hit the button to unlock the doors so they could get out of the sun while they talked.

“So, don’t panic but I know about you and Steve.”

Eddie sighed in relief. He’d been itching to tell her about this thing all along but he didn’t say anything for fear of outing Steve. It’d been hell not being able to confide in his best friend about such a big change in his life. However, relief turned to panic in an instant when he realized this was in fact NOT good news. He hadn’t told Robin, so how did she know?

“Did Steve tell you? How did you find out?”

Robin bit at her bottom lip, hesitating. Clearly the news wasn’t good. “Apparently, Tommy heard you two going at it in the bathroom at the Hideout the other night. I’m so sorry Eddie. He’s telling anyone that will listen aaaand it gets worse…”

“Well, out with it then. I don’t know how this could get any worse but let’s hear it, I guess”

“Him and his little posse of assholes were in the break room laughing it up about the whole thing. The general consensus seems to be that no one cares that Steve is bi, they’re fine with him hooking up with a dude…”

“But they don’t like that it’s me.”

“Bingo. Tommy said and I quote ‘If steve wants to slum it with the freak he’d better wrap it up twice when they fuck’ “

“Jesus christ. I knew it. I knew they were all just faking nice to my face.”

“They’re such assholes. Eddie i’m so sorry”

“What am I gonna do, Robin? I can’t go back in there.”

“I checked the system and you’ve got at least a week of PTO coming to you. I’ll take care of it. Go home, take the week off and see how you feel after that.”

Eddie slumped in his seat. Nothing would be different in a week but at least he had some time to think about what to do. “You’re a lifesaver. Sorry I didn’t tell you about Steve.”

“Don’t worry about it, I get why you didn’t. Are you gonna talk to him about what Tommy said?”

He shrugged “If it happened in the break room then Steve probably knows already. I don’t know, we don’t really talk about - it.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s…we’re not dating, Robin! We just sleep together. It’s just…meaningless sex between friends.”

“Is it meaningless to you?”

“Well, no.”

“And have you told him that?”

“I just said we don’t talk about it. What part of that would lead you to believe I could, in any way, tell him how I feel?”

“What was your plan then? Just wait around and hope you accidentally fell into a relationship together?”

“Kinda”

“You’re both idiots.”

“I mean, I am for sure.”

That makes them both laugh a little harder than it should. It’s good though, better than crying about it, though he knew his friend would be there for him if and when the time for tears came.

“You gonna be okay?” Robin asked.

“Yea i’m just gonna go home and relax for a while. Thanks again for letting me know, and for getting me out of this place for a while.”

7:42 Steve: Hey I saw that you left early.

7:45 Steve: I’m sorry they said that about you.

8:01 Eddie: It’s fine. I should be used to that kind of thing by now. They’re just assholes.

8:05 Steve: yea

8:14 Eddie: you upset that people found out?

8:20 Steve: It was bound to happen I guess

That doesn’t exactly answer Eddie’s question. He was so caught up with being pissed off at Tommy that he hadn’t really considered what this might mean for their arrangement. If this was gonna blow up in his face than eddie thinks he’d rather that happen in person

8:21 Eddie: Can I come over?

8:25 Steve: I’m actually getting ready to go out. I didn’t think you’d want to come after what happened today.

8:26 Eddie: are you really still gonna go drinking with those pricks after what they did?

8:30 Steve: are you mad at me?

Yes!!!

8:31 Eddie: Not at all. Have fun.

8:31 Steve: I can text you when I get home, if you want?

8:35 Eddie: I think I'm gonna go to bed early, I'm pretty tired.

8:37 Steve: Ok

Eddie spends the night and most of the next day sulking in his room. Wayne tried to coax him out with promises of bacon and pancakes but he wasn’t hungry. He also knew he couldn’t fake it well enough in front of his uncle. He’d know something was wrong and Eddie really didn’t want to talk about it. Wayne might very well go down to the store with a shotgun if he ever found out what had happened.

When Steve texts to invite him over that night he finds he doesn’t have the strength to turn him down again. As soon as he gets there Eddie knows something is seriously wrong. Steve hasn’t had a drink yet which is not entirely a bad thing on its own but it’s a change from their usual pattern. He also looks nervous and Eddie is sort of terrified of why that might be.

“I have to tell you something. I mean, I guess I don’t have to. It's not like we’re dating or anything but I feel like I should... Of course, you knew what this was so you probably won’t even care but…I met someone at the bar last night. A girl, and I went home with her.”

The pain is immediate and visceral. Steve might as well have reached in and ripped his heart out of his chest with his bare hands. It might have felt better than this. For a moment he thinks he might faint, sort of wishes he would to be honest. Anything would be better than looking into this boy's eyes and knowing for an absolute fact that he does not care about Eddie and never would.

Eddie quickly schools his face into a pleasantly neutral expression. There's no reason to show Steve just how thoroughly his heart has been broken. He pretends to be fine. Tells Steve it’s no problem, he gets it. Not knowing how to remove himself from the situation, Eddie stays. They watch and move and he continues to pretend like everything is fine.

For the first time ever they are both completely sober when they fall into bed. Eddie promised himself, as they took each other's clothes off, that he wouldn't stay the whole night. He knew it was a bad idea to fool around with Steve again at all but, he had to have one last night with him. As much as he would love one last morning of waking up in his arms too, he didn’t think he could handle that part without crying so he compromised.

They’d been getting each other off for weeks with hands, mouth, and tongues. If this was it for them then it was Eddie’s last chance. He begs steve to fuck him. Has to know what it’s like to have someone you love push their way inside you, getting as close as two people can get to one another. Even though Steve didn’t love him back, he needed to have this memory to hold to.

It was perfect, everything Eddie could have hoped for and more. Steve was gentle when he needed to be. He took his time opening Eddie up, slowly adding one finger at a time until he could pump into him with almost no resistance. Steve whispered to him sweetly the entire time and peppered his face with kisses.

Once they got down to it though, gentle was the last thing Eddie wanted and Steve was happy to comply. When Eddie demanded harder, Steve pounded into him with abandon. When he whimpered and asked Steve to pull his hair, he did it just the way Eddie likes best.

Later on, after they had shared a shower and settled back into bed. Eddie turned on his side, back facing Steve in a silent request to be the little spoon. Steve didn’t hesitate to wind his arms around Eddie before quickly falling asleep.

Eddie laid there crying silently until he was sure his movement wouldn’t wake up the other boy. He got dressed in the dark and tip-toed all the way downstairs and out the front door.

He doesn’t answer any of the texts he gets from Steve the next morning but when his phone rings for the third time in the middle of the afternoon he figures it’s time to rip the bandaid off.

“Hello?”

“Are you mad at me or something?”

Getting right down to business for once. Good.

“No, I'm not mad at you Steve but whatever this is, between you and me? I’m done with it.”

“Wait, what? But why, is it because of the girl I told you about?”

“I think you know it is.”

“Eddie, don’t do this, please? Just let me come over and we can talk.”

“No Steve, I said I'm done. Besides, I'm heading out of town for a couple of days anyway. Gonna meet up with some old friends from before I moved back so…”

“Are you going to come back to work?

“I don’t know yet.”

“Ok. I guess that’s it then.”

“I guess it is.”

“Are we still friends?”

“I don’t know Steve. Maybe I'll call you when I get back, maybe I won't.”

Eddie manages to remain neutral, cold even throughout the conversation. He manages to hold it in until he hangs up. Then it’s as if the flood gates open and suddenly he’s on the ground, body shaking as he violently sobs and he feels like he’s dying.

That’s how Wayne finds him when he gets up for the day, a few hours before he’s due in for the night shift. His uncle doesn’t ask any questions, just gets down on the floor and holds him tight until the crying eases. He somehow manages to get Eddie on his feet and helps him back into the bed. Wayne leaves him for a moment and Eddie can hear that he’s on the phone in the other room calling out sick from work. He feels incredibly guilty that his mental breakdown is going to cost his uncle money and it causes a renewed bout of crying.

Wayne returns a moment later with a box of tissues and a cup of his favorite tea. Eddie manages a watery smile and hopes his uncle knows how much he appreciates him. He’ll have to make sure he tells him sometime, he doesn’t have the energy for words right now. Eventually Eddie passes out, lulled to sleep by the gentle circles of Wayne's hand on his back.

@steddie-week

#steddie week 2023 #steddie week #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve x eddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 link #steddie modern au #wayne munson #robin buckley

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bluiex · 1 year

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Thinking about a thing where Grian and Scar meet at a bar while they're both trying to drown their sorrows over their last break-ups.

Grian's ex broke up with him because Grian wasn't a 'uwu' soft twink like they thought he was and had an actual personality instead of just being there for some kink. Grian normally wouldn't be upset over losing such a person, but he has to deal with the flying monkeys that are his last partners family because he 'dared to break up with their precious child instead of trying to make it work' and 'their child wasted so much time and money being with him, the least he could do is give them enough money to find a new apartment' and all other kinds of entitled bs. He's gotten really tired of dealing with it, police are zero help because the family hasn't done him any physical harm yet, and he just wants to forget about the whole situation...even if that mean he ends up black out drunk and hating himself the next day.

Scar's ex broke up with him seemingly out of nowhere, as the relationship seemed to be doing fine until his partner sat him down for a 'talk' and blindsided him. Scar asked for a reason, and kinda regrets doing so, because he was told 'he didn't acted at all like they thought he would. He was much more soft than they were expected them, and that he couldn't satisfy them like the last person they were with' and this all happen the day after he had took them on a date to do something his ex wanted to do for a long time but never had the chance to do. He's been a bit of a wreck after it happened, with him drowning his sorrows with a lot cake and ice-cream. And that was working until when he went to change his relationship status and saw a post from his ex about 'Celebrating 2 months with the new boo <3' which really stung, because he and his ex had only been broken up for 2 weeks at that point. So now he's seeing if a night of intense drinking take him back to the comfort that cake is no longer giving him.

It was just by chance the two ended up in the same bar, seated on stools a few feat away from each other, not knowing of the others existence until one complained rather loudly to the bartender about the situation they're in and the other chimed in with their also bad situation. They both then start talking to each other about how bad their exes were (after moving to a table to not annoy the bartender and other patrons), lips just getting looser and looser as they both continue drinking.

It ends up with them in a motel room together, waking up the next morning, just hating their last night selves and then noticing the other in the room. Cue panicking because neither remembers anything after maybe their 10th or so drink. And because they're both think something along the lines of 'Goddamn it, they're so cute/hot and I don't know if I had drunk sex with them or not and they're not going to want anything to do with me!'

(Don't drink because things are really rough kids, it's rather unhealthy and can lead to even worse things happening)

They never did do anything that night, sure they shared some sloppy kisses and intimate touches but nothing past that. Once they hit the bed they cuddled up and passed out

Scar is the first to ask for Grian's number, asking if they'd like to meet properly the next time they're free- Grian happily accepts it and thus their friendship to lovers begins

(So true so true. Only drink to have fun and be safe about it- never drink to dull out the feelings. trust me I would know, it isn't fun)

#long post #scarian #bluie gets an ask poggers

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trendingdrama · 5 months

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I most recently saw ‘Destined With You’ and ‘Doom at Your Service’ and loved both. I want to watch something that is more serious than silly and I’ve discovered that I really like the whole theme of love that exists beyond time or just love happening despite tragic circumstances. ‘While You Were Sleeping’ is probably my most favorite kdrama. If there are some kdramas you can think of that have similar vibes to those, I’d love to hear about them.

at the outset with time travel or past lives / tragic love...I just know a few ...

Mystic popup bar :

this is more of mix of part comedy , drama , romance ( sub sub plot) and action. Weol Ju (played by hwang jung eum) is a pop up restraunt owner who sets her food tent at night where both the dead and the living can grab a drink and she helps people appease their grudges / problemswith a special drink...( i am sorry this synopsis seems weird but give it a go you might like this :) )

2.Hotel del luna

i think this a mix of romcom , fantasy and horror. The story revolves aroung jang man wol ( played gorgeously by IU ) who is the owner of the hotel del luna (she is bound by curse to look after the hotel for dead and make easy passage for them to the nether world). Things start to be different for manwol once she hires goo chan sung as the assistant manager ....While this synopsis sounds boring it is far from it ... It does explore on some thematic aspects of ' resentment ' letting go and found family themes . Also since you said you liked while you were sleeping it's from the same directors that's an added bonus. Also cinematography and OSTs are my absolute favs...

3. Youth of May

this one not a fantasy but rather a sad romance melodrama.. but the directing acting the story was amazing . It revolves around old school romance of two strangers who met at the time of gwangju uprising. (And this drama made me look into south korean history ) It just gives you that nostalgia of what it is to be in love. Also because it is in the backdrop of a major event in sk history it does depicts deaths and cruel reality of the olden time. Anyway this was one of the best dramas i have watched ( please be ready with lots of tissues when watching this )

4. My dearest

Was released as a two part series with total of 21 episodes with each episodes were a art in itself , set in historical times of Qing invasion Yu Gil Chae is a pretty, bubbly, and a bit spoiled young lady who's called the 99 tailed fox of Neunggun-ri. She is also a bit of an outcast because other young ladies are jealous of her. They seem to think she's too straightforward and her behavior is inappropriate for a young lady, while young noblemen think highly of her. Gil Chae knows how to get men to fall for her but fails to capture the heart of the person she likes. Lee Jang Hyun is a mysterious man who suddenly appears in the Neunggun-ri social scene. Nobody really knows anything about him. Young nobles don't like him, but the elderly are wrapped around his finger. He's been dating around a lot, but he becomes curious about a certain 99 tailed fox, and one day, the said fox quite literally crash lands into his arms.

Once war is brewing, the pair finds themselves separated before they could even start to make sense of their feelings.

But the drama isn't just about their love it is much more than that it captivates it's viewers to empathize with emotions of ongoing war and how wthe invasion affects each and every character ( not just the main ) and the beautiful storytelling and the cinematography with added acting brilliance of nam goong min and ahn eunjin you keep yearning for more and more...

this is definitely the most serious one out of this lot.

JUST another rec of a not romance in fantasy but just a thriller fantasy drama that i am currently watching seems absolutely good

5. TOMORROW

Choi Joon Woong seeks a job, but it's hard for him to get hired. One night, he witnesses a man trying to end his life and decides to stop him. He gets acquainted with grim reapers Koo Ryeon and Im Ryoong Gu, who belong to a crisis management team. Their purpose is to prevent people from committing suicide. After Joon Woong ends up in a coma and becomes half-human and half-spirit, he is employed by a company of grim reapers as the newest member of the crisis management team.

other dramas: that fit love in tragic circumstances maybe :

queen for seven days

it's okay to not be okay ( tragic past )

extraordinary you ( not tragic but how love transcends two webtoons / two stories in fantasy based story where characters are in webtoon and one of the side character relaises THAT FACT !!)

it's okay that's love

#kdrama #recs #tolkpopfan #hope this helps #only these four popped up at the outright when u said #whole theme of love that exists beyond time or just love happening despite tragic circumstances #while first one isn't exactly a love story

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oodlyenough · 2 years

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anyway here's some power of the doctor thoughts from someone who phased in and out of thirteen's era very casually and only saw like a cumulative 10 episodes of it, maybe

honestly i enjoyed it more-or-less/more than i expected, lol, maybe because i had no particular expectations riding on it i just wanted to see what would happen. i don't think it was the tightest or most coherent script but no showrunner's finale ever has been LMAO so... it is what it is.

the master's entire plan seemed overly convoluted and i don't entirely follow why we had half the plot elements we had, but i'm also always willing to accept the master doing fuckshit for reasons that don't really go beyond wanting to ruin the doctor's day and get their attention. so like. sure. i can roll w that lmfao. the daleks and cyberman stuff seemed totally superfluous too but... whatever idc

dhawan's master isn't my fave master but he's enjoyable to watch, imo. the most bonkers one of the 3 modern i think? which considering the competition is a high bar, lol.

i think a bigger crit, for me, of 13-era master is more on jodie's end, where i don't get as much conflict and whatnot from her, which in turn makes it a less interesting dynamic than the other modern master+doctor combos. the push-pull mutual obsession is what makes them fun! i don't believe 13 would cradle his body sobbing and begging him to regenerate after he tortured her for a year, so really, what's the point

it was nice seeing ace and tegan. i think i maybe once saw a serial with each but it was so long ago, so i won't pretend any kind of authority in terms of how they were written. but i liked having them around lol

i think it was a bit of an odd choice to have dhawan 'take over' the doctor's body or ...whatever... in jodie's very last episode. it would've been a better showcase for jodie whittaker, and accomplished the same basic plan, if somehow HE regenerated into HER, and jodie got to play both the doctor and the master. ah well, because...

i really liked the old doctor cameos! I was not spoiled for it at all and i thought it was very sweet, especially giving five+tegan and seven+ace their moments together.i'm sure the actors appreciated a chance to be together too. just nice :) and i love my man eight lmao... king

also the mishmash outfit of all the past doctor outfits was cute

i thought the "tag you're it" line was a cute ending line! (although it would've been better if she regenerated into ncuti ...lol. i'm sure it was written and acted long before they settled on the 60th plans so i guess it can't be helped.)

the big downside to me was: yaz and thasmin

thasmin isn't a ship i'm invested in personally but i did start watching again after they canonized yaz's feelings in EOTD because i was like oh, how far will the show go with this? and the answer is apparently "nowhere". LOTSD felt totally unresolved and then we just never brought it up again. i can live without a kiss or a happily ever after, but when you've spent nearly a year patting yourselves on the back for a queer doctor/companion relationship, only to not do the barest minimum to address it, that's fucked up. why canonize your accidental-by-admission subtext if you're not going to DO ANYTHING? sorry to the shippers who really got jerked around by this show for no reason.

and then, even setting aside that irritation, the most egregious thing of all...

yaz's exit. just absolutely flabbergasted they did yaz/mandip so dirty that they didn't even TRY to come up with and articulate a reason for her to leave. ludicrous!!! she spends her whole time swallowing her feelings for the doctor's comfort and that extends all the way to leaving because the doctor kicked her out with nary a hug? what the fuck? one of the longest running companions ever and this is the sendoff she gets, kicked out because the doctor decides, sans explanation, she "needs to be alone" to regenerate despite having regenerated with many companions prior? lmao... yaz sweetie i'm so sorry. she doesn't even get to give the speech to the companion support group. my god. martha jones you need to call her up immediately

#doctor who #dw spoilers

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annwayne · 2 months

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Delayed Fate - A Story from The Red Logs

Chapter 3/3

Last Chapter <-

Fem!OC X Crosshair

Word Count: 4056

Fic Summary:

Written for the Love & Lust Flash Fic Contest in The Erotica Abyss (chapter 2)

After splitting up a fight between two clones in her bar, Anya finds herself in the company of the most interesting clone she's ever come across-and she's known a *lot* of clones. (And if you squint-plot)

How Anya and Crosshair's fates first intertwined.

AO3 Link

Warnings for whole fic:

Violence, Injury, Blood, At Home Medical Treatment, Biting, Praise, Gloves, Dom/Sub undertones, PinV sex, Oral Sex (F & M Receiving), Fingering

Authors Note:

Well. This took longer than I meant it too lol. But boy is it worth it.

Bitter bacta numbed my lips as I pushed my tongue past Crosshair’s welcoming grin. He pulled me in, meeting me with his own hungry lapping. Our tongues danced while moans leaked out of me. Crosshair’s hands were quick to find my hips and faster to pull me onto his lap properly. My knees pushed into couch cushions as I sat on his plastoid clad thighs. Want pulsed from between my legs, but my thighs were spread too wide for me to find any relief from wiggling.

Though, that didn’t stop me.

Instinct drove my hips back and forth against the phantom of friction. Then a knee pushed up between my legs, giving me a thigh to grind on. A gasp left me at the sudden contact. I pulled back from Crosshair’s lips to see the self-satisfied grin he gave me.

I retaliated by grabbing a handful of silver hair and pulling Crosshair’s head back, gaining access to his neck. A dark chuckle vibrated from his throat as I planted sloppy kisses along the length–from his clavicle up to his ear lobe. While my hips moved with their own mind against the hard armor that covered Crosshair’s thigh, I caught his ear between my teeth. That earned me a growl mixed with pain and arousal from the clone.

Meanwhile, Crosshair bided his time beneath me. His gloved hands traversed my body. He started at my bare waist, slid down to my clothed hips where he released the clasps of my slacks, and ended at my thighs. He squeezed the flesh like it was a prize. Then he’d had enough.

Before I went for another bite, he caught my braid and pulled my head back. “Enough of that.” His voice rumbled against my jaw and sent shivers straight to my clit.

“Is that a complaint?” He pulled harder in response. I grunted.

He held me in place like that as his tongue dragged up the side of my neck. “No complaint.” Gravel kissed my ear. “But I have…a hunch.” Crosshair let his lips brush my neck as he talked. “There might be something else that we’ll both enjoy more.”

“Oh really? What’s th-” I gasped–and then moaned as Crosshair bit down on my neck, hard.

When he finally let go he lapped at the divots his teeth made in my skin, sending more shivers to my clit. By now I was panting and couldn’t stop squirming against his thigh. “Very good.” He released me with the praise.

Blush had already painted my face, but a new wave washed up my ears. “What are you talking about?” I asked before finding his gaze. Two parts of my brain were at war. Logic said I’d done nothing–what was the point of his praise? But a less intellectually driven part of my mind only focused on the pleasure that came from the words.

Crosshair’s eyes narrowed as a huff of a laugh left his lips. “I’m talking about how we’re going to fuck, Anya.”

My eyes blew wide at the sound of my name on his tongue.

He continued. “You put on a good act.” His nose rubbed against my ear. Crosshair must’ve caught on to the effect his voice had on me. “I’m sure most of the clones you bring up here expect you to take the lead, based on how you act in the bar.” His dark gaze drank me in, my flushed face, heavy lidded eyes and slightly part lips. “Except, that’s just an act, isn’t it?”

Sex was sex. Sure, I was used to leading most of the clones I slept with. Kamino didn’t exactly have any sex education–and neither did I. What did it matter who led and who followed? At least, that’s what I thought I’d say. Instead I found a twist in my gut at his question–like it was an accusation I’d tried to hide my guilt from. My jaw clenched as I sat with his words. I was more exposed than I should’ve felt, given how much clothing I still had on. When he didn’t take my silence as an answer–or didn’t accept it–I gave in. “What gives you that idea?”

Crosshair ran his hands up my sides, pulling me flush against his breast-plate. “You follow too easily.” Then, he grabbed my jaw and guided my mouth to meet his. Our lips crashed together. This time his tongue easily spread my mouth open to accept his exploration. “You’ve got a bed?” He asked, pulling back just so his lips were out of reach when I tried to meet them again.

“Sly.” His breath tickled my lips as I talked. “Follow me.” I stood up and remembered he’d messed with my slacks too late. The fabric slid down till it caught on my hips. Crosshair smirked at his handiwork. I smiled back, turning the situation into a little show I hoped he’d use for later stress relief. He watched as I teased the slacks down and up again, revealing just a little more of my skin and panties each time. His gaze locked onto my moving hips, following side to side in trance, till finally, I let the garment pool around my ankles. I stepped out of the fabric and turned around without a word.

A few steps later, Crosshair caught on and rejoined me. He followed closely as I guided us past the kitchen and into the short hall that led to my bedroom. Once inside, I closed the door behind us. Immediately, Crosshair pinned me against the steel.

Plastoid pressed hard against my cunt thanks to the thigh Crosshair pushed between my legs. He nestled his nose in the crook of my neck as his tongue and teeth teased my shoulder. Gloved hands explored newly exposed skin. They lingered the most at my hips and regularly pulled me back against him when I’d slip too far.

“How do you feel about oral?” He asked in a gruff voice between littering my neck with love bites.

“It’s alright.”

“That,” Crosshair pulled back, leaving me yearning and questioning the distance between us. Dim blue washed over him as he stepped into range of the light that spilled through translucent window curtains. “Is changing tonight.” Answers came with the drop of his first gauntlet. One piece at a time, Crosshair peeled out of his plastoid armor. Vambraces and pauldrons caught the light as they joined his gloves on the floor, followed shortly after by his chest plate and cuisses. Finally, he removed his boots, leaving him only in his tight blacks. The backlight outlined his slim figure but obscured further detail from view. I watched intently as he returned to me. Then, Crosshair kneeled.

Light kisses feathered up my ankles. Crosshair was slow in his worship. He let every brush of his lips linger before moving forward, closer to his goal. By the time he reached my thighs I was shivering in anticipation despite my initial indifference to oral. No one had shown such dutiful dedication with me before, and the effect was clear. Excitement had left a damp stain on the cotton between my legs, and it was only growing.

At last, his lips met mine below. He lapped up the damp fabric, denying me true pleasure in favor of further teasing that had my hands tugging at his silver locks. Frustrated moans slipped out as he continued kissing and licking the barrier that kept his tongue from my skin.

“Crosshair!” I whined out his name, earning a reprieve from his teasing so he could look me in the eye.

“Yes?”

My jaw clenched and unclenched as I struggled to find words. “Don’t act cheeky.” Then I added, “You know.”

I watched as information processed behind Crosshair’s dark eyes while he kneeled between my legs, looking up at me with an expression I could only describe as conniving. His smirk turned audible when he asked me, “What do you want, doll?”

Damn this clone and damn his mind-melting voice! I hissed in a breath to avoid shaking at the nickname. Doll, doll, doll—the pet name repeated over and over in my head till it was all I heard. Maybe he was aware of what that did to me, beyond just the hitch in my breath. He had to know my walls were cracking by his hand (or rather words) and this was just another sledgehammer added to the mix. The integrity of my controlled persona was at risk, and I didn’t give a damn.

“Please, taste me,” My heart pounded as I answered his question–admitted to the want. “Directly.”

Suddenly I was pulled from the door and tossed by the wrist onto my bed. Before I had time to settle, Crosshair grabbed my legs and pulled me down so my hips were at the edge of the mattress. “Since you asked so nicely.” His breath tickled my thighs as he littered more kisses along the soft skin. Then he slid his fingers underneath the elastic of my waistband and pulled down. At the same time, I lifted my hips.

Crosshair’s tongue moved slow and languid. He took his time dragging the flat of his tongue along my pussy, leaving me restless for more friction. Moans dribbled out of me like the slick from my cunt. Soon my legs wrapped around his shoulders, forcing as much contact between his mouth and my pussy as possible. Crosshair wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. His reward came via a long moan I tried to muffle with the back of my hand. He went back to lapping up my juices, hitting my clit again and again, faster and faster, till my legs locked him in place and I gasped out more semi-muffled moans.

I was melting in his hands and I loved it.

But he wasn’t done with me yet. Even as the high of my first climax leveled off he held my thighs in place, lapping away with fervor only found in the devout. Once he was sure I wouldn’t try to move away, he brought one hand up to my folds and slipped a digit into me. Then another, added easily thanks to how wet his devotion had made me. Crosshair dragged his tongue up and down, over and over, stimulating my clit with each pass– all while curling his long fingers inside me.

My second orgasm came quickly. Moans turned into silent cries of pleasure as only air could escape my sky turned lips. At some point my hand dropped, leaving the few sounds of pleasure that slipped from me crisp and clear.

He did not stop.

My hips bounced with a mind of their own against the affections of his tongue. Stars blew out of my vision as a wave of pleasure turned into an unending surf, racking my body with uncontrollable twitches. “Pl-se” I gasped out the word. Overstimulation clouded my brain and locked my body away from me. All I could do was focus on the pleasure and experience the longest climax of my life, till finally, Crosshair pulled away.

Without his lips to warm me, a rush of air chilled my wetness. My limbs were weak but the urge to find comfort pushed me up the bed to my pillow. Yellow poured into the room as a speeder flew by. I burrowed my head into the pillow, hiding from the light and my own exhaustion. Beside me, the mattress dipped as Crosshair joined me.

“So,” He let the word hang as he settled into position. Our limbs touched and his breath tickled my right ear. “How do you feel about oral now?”

“Mmhd.”

“Didn’t catch that.”

I lifted my head from my pillow. “Fuck.” Crosshair laughed at my answer, which prompted me to turn over and face him fully. “Hey!” There was as much offense in my voice as there was play. “You’ve left me with a terrible situation, you know!”

“Oh?” He tilted his head at me. Blue light reflected on the missed slick coating his jaw. The sight rekindled the fire in my core.

My resolve to tease him wavered as I met his eyes. As much as I wanted to be snarky, more of me wanted to see how he’d react to an honest explanation. I took in a breath, and answered. “Nothing will ever feel as good as that did.”

Immediately, I regretted my unabashed honesty. Crosshair’s lips spread into a proud grin that would’ve annoyed me if it wasn’t so damn well earned. He leaned into me, so our foreheads touched and our bodies pressed against each other, and gave me a look that sat all too smugly on his face.

Before he could speak, I warned him. “I can still kick you out, you know.”

Crosshair closed the distance between our lips. My body melted against the affection. Our limbs tangled together as my hands searched for the seam that separated his blacks in two–that fire growing wild with need. By the time I realized he’d pushed me on my back, his hands were at either side of my head pinning me against the mattress. “I’d bet credits I can prove you wrong.” He purred against my ear.

“About kicking you out?” I smirked back up at him.

My punishment came via three fingers invading my mouth while the other two took hold of my chin. Instinct took over as I lapped at his fingers, sucking on them like I wished they were something else–something currently prodding my inner thighs through blacks. Drops of drool rolled down my jaw as Crosshair pushed his hand in and out of mouth as he pleased.

“Still trying to be in control?” Crosshair asked with a heavy gaze as my tongue wet his digits. “We both know that you aren’t.” An undercurrent of lust made his words breathy and his eyes grew hungry. Maybe he also wished my lips were wrapped around something else. “Let it go, Anya, and I'll take care of you.”

A partially muffled moan escaped between his fingers at the promise. Was it a promise? Pleasure fogged any answer as I fell further into lust. Sex was never this. Passion and intimacy were reserved for lovers. Yet, tonight Crosshair touched me like he knew my body, whispered honey in my ear like it was second nature, and treated me with care I’d forgotten existed.

Crosshair removed his fingers from my mouth, but kept hold of my chin. His gaze bore into mine as he asked, “Will you let me take care of you, Anya?”

Blush flooded my cheeks as the fire within me turned into an inferno. “Yes.” I answered.

“Good girl.” He released my chin and our lips crashed together again briefly before he pulled away from me. “Tell me what you want.”

Hesitation hitched my breath. But I found reassurance in Crosshair’s eyes, in that reticle tattoo I’d so easily overlooked. “I want to see you naked.”

Crosshair smiled. “Of course.”

I watched as Crosshair’s dimly lit figure stripped off his blacks; first the top half, then, with more ease than I expected, the bottom. Even in the poor light, I could make out several scars littering his body. Some small and evident of bacta applied soon after injury. But others were deep, jagged, and told stories of the war that felt so far away. As my gaze fell, so did my lips. Washed in blue darkness, the evidence of Crosshair’s arousal invited my exploration.

“Come here, doll.” Crosshair helped me up, then pulled me towards the edge of the bed where he stood up. Before I could ask his plan, he gestured to my chest. “Your turn.” I had forgotten about my bandeau. Deft fingers pulled apart the latches holding the garment in place, allowing it to fall freely to the floor.

Now it was his turn to take all of me in. Despite being nearly nude the majority of our time in my bedroom, Crosshair made sure to be slow in his study of my body.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen a woman naked before.” I teased, but a single glance from Crosshair told me he saw through my words.

“I’ve never seen you naked before.” He pulled me up and then took my place. “But if you’re so eager for something to do, I’ll give you something to do.” Then, he opened his legs. “Kneel.”

On his tongue the word sounded devilish–perhaps that’s why I felt so compelled to obey. In seconds I was between Crosshair’s legs and on my knees, holding his shins to support myself, my face a mere breath away from his cock. I swallowed, only to find the saliva would not stop coming. He rested a hand at the base of my head and grinned when I glanced up at him.

“Go ahead.” Crosshair nudged me. “There’s no need to act shy after you sucked my fingers so hungrily. I’ve already seen what that tongue can do.” Then, with his free hand, he grabbed the base of his dick. Hot velvety skin brushed against my face as he dragged his cock against my cheek. Arousal burned through me as the soft head of his cock prodded at my lips. With one last glance up, he pulled my head in and I opened my mouth.

Spit coated his cock quickly, allowing me to bob my head up and down his length with ease. Even still, I kept my pace slow thanks to his length. Just looking at him, I didn’t notice how much bigger he was compared to the other clones I’d slept with. But now that he was in my mouth, I found myself struggling to take all of him. My focus went from swallowing as much of him as I could to keeping a steady rhythm while using my tongue as I moved up and down his dick. Crosshair rewarded my efforts with a moan. I pulled off him just long enough to spit into my left hand. Then he was back between my lips with my hand pumping what I couldn’t swallow. As my pace increased more moans trickled out of Crosshair, urging me to work harder for the sweet sounds.

Suddenly my head snapped back and Crosshair slid out of my mouth. He twisted my braid around his fist tightly and kept me in place. Quick breaths made his chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Careful.” He hissed once his breathing calmed. “There’s no need to rush, doll.”

A devious smile painted my words. “Struggling to keep your cool?”

Crosshair pulled my hair tighter. “I think it’s time I show you what’ll feel better than my lips on your cunt.” He practically growled the threat–though it wasn’t meant to frighten me.

Instead a shiver of excitement ran down my spine directly to my cunt. “I like that idea.”

“Good.” In a whirlwind of motion I was back on the bed with Crosshair hovering over me, legs pushing mine open to make room for him. He kneeled over me like an altar, leaving behind hickeys and bite marks as prayers while his hands worshiped my breasts. Dutiful fingers teased my nipples till I was writhing in desperation. Need burned hotter than the three suns of Tantooine in my cunt. Attempts to find relief only met air, as Crosshair kept his cock tantalizingly out of reach. Whimpers spilled out of me at his denial. “Tell me what you want, Anya.” Then, he closed his lips around one of my nipples.

Moans filled the room as I struggled to think. Struggled to accept. Crosshair’s tongue swirled around my bud. My whole body writhed in want. Pleasure overwhelmed me–but it wasn’t enough. I needed more, no, I wanted more. “Crosshair!” I whined between pants. “Fuck me, please!”

A gasp ripped through me as Crosshair thrust his cock hilt deep into me in one movement. “You’re so wet.” He grunted as he started pumping into me at a quick pace. My hips matched his pace. I squeezed down involuntarily, in bliss at the feeling of being full with a hot cock. Crosshair bent over me, moans spilling from his lips and tickling my ear.

“Please.” I begged. “Harder, please.”

“So needy,” He teased. “Already asking me to fuck you senseless?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted.

Crosshair chuckled. “You’ll have to wait, doll.”

“No, please, I don’t-”

Crosshair cut me off with his tongue. Our kisses matched our fucking–messy and desperate. Or maybe that was just me.

A spike of pleasure came from Crosshair playing with my tits again, squeezing and rolling his thumb over my over-sensitive bud. Despite the tongue invading my mouth, I tried again to beg for more. The words came out muffled noises. Those noises turned into rolling moans, growing with the cusp of a climax on the horizon. Crosshair took note, pulling back enough to catch my breast in his mouth. His eyes found mine, burning and heavy, as he lapped at my nipple. That was the trigger.

I wrapped my legs around Crosshair’s waist, effectively pinning him in place, and pushed his head down onto my chest. His lapping turned into sucking that had me crying out in pleasure. Wave after wave crashed till finally, I could stand no more. With my hand tangled in his silver hair, I dragged Crosshair from my breast. He came with a wet pop, leaving behind phantoms of touch and a cold, hard, bud.

“Fuck.” I growled as my limbs fell to my side.

“Now I’ll fuck you senseless, doll.” Crosshair sat back on his knees and lifted my legs up. Then, he started thrusting.

The angle left me a moaning mess. Deep pleasure came with every thrust as his cock hit spots I’d never felt before. Crosshair was unyielding, unforgiving, pounding into my body so hard the impact rang through the room. Feeling so full, feeling him hit so hard and so deep, along with his moans mixing with mine pulled another climax near.

“Fuck, fuck,” I sputtered, coherent sentences too complex to spit out. All I could do was hope Crosshair could hear my mounting pleasure, feel the way my muscles clenched down.

“You like that?” He growled, pounding away as I could only moan in response. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” He kept talking. “Cum with me, doll. Cum on my cock.” Then, he folded me in half.

Pleasure blinded me as I writhed under Crosshair’s weight. With every thrust came another climax–or maybe it was just prolonging one. His cock hit deep and hard exactly like I wanted. There was little I could do under him other than accept all of his lust. His moans turned into grunts, fast and breathy in my ear. Rapid thrusts turned into long draws as he pumped his cum into me. With every hot rope of climax I shuddered, clenching down and milking him further.

Eventually, Crosshair stopped moving. He released my legs, pulling a grunt from me in the process. Crosshair supported himself by his forearms to keep his weight off me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. We kissed. Exhaustion and satisfaction rolled over me like a slow fog. When our lips parted, I pulled him down to rest on my chest. Not long after, Crosshair stirred under my hold. I let him go.

“You bet right.”

Crosshair sat up. “Yeah?” He smirked as he stood up.

I followed, triggering a headrush that spun the room. As I leaned against the bed frame with my eyes closed I heard fabric pulling on skin and plastoid clinking together. Once the dizzy spell passed I opened my eyes to see Crosshair nearly dressed. He gave me a soft look, pausing his redressing for a breath. With his eyes on me, I took the moment to gesture towards the attached refresher in my bedroom. “I’ll be right back.” He nodded.

But I knew he wouldn’t wait. Most of them wanted an easy getaway, so I started making this escape for the men I slept with. The best ones were always most eager to leave. Despite the habit, I couldn’t help myself from smiling sadly at my reflection once the door closed behind me. By the time I finished cleaning up, Crosshair would no longer be in my life.

Dividers by Djarrex

#The Red Logs - Related Stories #Delayed Fate - A Story From The Red Logs #star wars fanfic #star wars the clone wars fanfic #sw tcw fanfic #star wars prequels fanfic #the bad batch fanfic #tbb fanfic #crosshair/oc (anya tougt)#crosshair/anya tougt #crosshair/oc #first meeting fic #first kiss fic #first time fic #smut

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agartumsaathoe · 2 years

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Things I wish they had shown in Brooklyn 99

I love, love, love B99. It’s better than friends and no I don’t take constructive criticism. They don’t need sexism to show humor and there is so much character development what’s not to love?

Anyways, I am in the phase where I make lists for every thing so here goes my list of things I wish they had shown as a compulsive B99 binge watcher:

1. Holt and Rosa doing pride month things : Holt and Rosa are an amazing team and both of them are part of LGBTQ+ community. I loved when they showed Rosa coming out and them talking about it and the whole acceptance thing with her parents. But I wish there was more Holt and Rosa content where they act like they hate taking part in the pride and doing all those things but they secretly love it and like maybe Rosa catches Holt doing something pride related or he catches Rosa during pride month and they are like yeah okay lets do it together. And maybe they dress their dogs together for pride too. SO CUTE UGH

2. Showing us all seven brothers of Amy: SO we got Amy and Jake thanksgiving episode with their families at Peralta’s. It would have been awesome if we got thanksgivings part 2 at Santiago’s and got to see the photos of the Santiago children at the mantel, piano and stairs. And then all the seven brother and Amy being hella competitive. Like alll Boyle cousins wear tan that’s their weird family thing. I wanted to see Santiago siblings weird family thing.

3. Mlepnos” backstory: They brought back Mlepnos in the wedding episode of Peraltiago. I don't know about you all but that generated hell lot of curiosity about him for me. I wanted mlepnos backstory. Is he a criminal somehow? But like really small really ridiculous crime he had done but he's still afraid so he pretends he doesn't know Jake and Amy. Or he's not a legal citizen of the country and he's afraid They would turn him in. I JUST NEEDED MORE MLEPNOS, JAKE AND AMY CONTENT WITH SATISFYING ENDING.

4. More Nutriboom content: They did us so dirty with that man. They made a whole ass episode about nutriboom and the criminal CEO I definitely thought they would continue it. I mean at the very least they could have shown us that nutriboom guy following Jake with such intensity that Jake isn't able to capture some criminal or something. Basically nutriboom is coming in his way to be a good cop. They even show up at Shaw's bar and stuff too annoying Jake into finally making a plan to take them down or something.

5. Rosa content: I loved how they showed Jake’s arc after jail. Actually I really liked the whole jail plot. Showing him in jail and how he had had survive there and that the system is very cruel and not black and white as he thought it wasm and then when he comes back he isn't that chill cool guy anymore. He really thinks before taking a guy to jail. I really loved all that stuff. But excuse me guys there was this one poc character who also went jail with her or did you forget that? She was a women of color, queer and a cop. That has to be hard for her too. Just because she's portrayed as a badass doesn't mean jail was easy for her. I wanted to see that representation so bad.

6. Gina's pregnancy: okay so I know there's a lot of people who don't like Gina. I too have a love-hate relationship with her. But that aside, I definitely think there should have been a whole episode on Gina's pregnancy like something very chaotic happening. The way they did with Sergeant's kid and Amy's pregnancy. Gina deserved that. Also the Boyle she loved, he just disappeared? I mean the guy was shown to be in love with her and they were talking about names and then he's just gone? Give us some backstory atleast.

7. CHARLES DESERVED BETTER: He was so nice and genuine and sweet and fantastic person. I get that he was intense sometimes and also a bit annoying but he was a person who really had his heart on his sleeves. But because he was nice, they all underestimated him. I didn’t like that. I can write literally 10 essays about it. Like how Gina acted disgusted about their fwb situation every single time it came up like it was her own decision to continue that relationship. Or how everybody in the team thought Charles wasn't as smart as them. Or how Jake really didn't treat Charles good enough. He literally cared about every single one of them and held so much compassion. He deserved to be treated like a king man. HE DESERVED BETTER.

So for time being this is my hella arbitrary list on things I wish they would have shown in B99 which you all bet would keep on extending over time

#brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #b99 #jake #jake peralta #amy #amy santiago #peraltiago #holt #lgbtqia #b99 memes #b99 content

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notasapleasure · 7 months

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Brief considerations on finishing The Great:

The conspiracy theory hill I'm dying on that it was cancelled because execs mistakenly believed Nicholas Hoult was the star, when really he was just as excellent at scene-stealing as his character needed him to be.

I'll not forgive them for Orlo's arc. How did our ace king get sidelined into a relationship and then killed off without any attempt to give him the growth given to all the others? (I say growth, though really it's just as often regression that I mean. Anyway Archie, Grigor, Marial, even George to a degree! etc etc all change while still being themselves and still finding a place in the story. I don't know why that couldn't be done for Orlo). I'm not doing a headcount, but it does feel like the main cast and surrounding recurring characters were notably less diverse by the end of S3 - and now we don't even get to see whether Arkady gets a chance to grow from his brief flirtation with power.

NEVERTHELESS though that primed me to hate season 3 it was amazing. Holy SHIT the script on this baby. Utterly florid and absurd and vulgar and punching you in the solar plexus repeatedly about grief and love and loyalty and being human!!! Every time Elizabeth in particular opens her mouth I'm like 'this is bonkers but it's beautiful and it works so well!' Jenny-Slate-screaming-meme.png

Marial never did anything wrong ever. No this has nothing to do with Phoebe Fox's big brown eyes and sarcastic little smirk and stonking cleavage. (I am In Love).

ACTING. The whole cast is incredible, but Elle Fanning, babe, take it away! The range, darling! The emotion in an eye twitch, the scale of grief and depression measured in the angle of her pout, the mix of love and frustration that you wholly believe in, and her stompy, resolutely unladylike walk. And that dance to AC/DC right at the end. ;_;

Not to Marial stan on main again, but she was RIGHT, finally we were going to see an independent Catherine and those fuckers cancelled it!!

Everyone. I love everyone in this bar. They're all awful scheming fuckheads and I love them all.

Every time Grigor has an emotional breakdown it gives me life.

So many different women with sometimes complex, sometimes excruciatingly simple and/or dumb reasons for doing what they do, even the ones that hate each other find connection in surprising moments and then go back to hating each other, finding so many ways to be political and sexual and clever and so fucking stupid. Did I mention that I love them all especially Marial?

I still think it would be funny if I became a Bond villain billionaire and bought the rights to all of Georgia's TV channels and just constantly broadcast Archie's scenes without context. Hypocritical fucked up horny patriarch is here to help you re-evaluate your morals!

Small things like how Catherine doesn't really care about Paul <333 like yes ok she's wracked by grief for a bunch of the season, but even before, it's not like she's going round having a crisis about how to spend time with her child while ruling the country. The country is her priority.

I for one am glad Velementov isn't dying, and it's tragic that we won't get to see the arc where he sobers up and gives Agnes the ride of her life.

Watching this show is actually hugely frustrating a lot of the time and you might find yourself getting impatient with some of the characters when they're dithering about what to do. This is Good, Actually, because it gives room for that incredible script to breathe, and it reinforces the frustration and slow progress inherent to what the character of Catherine is trying to achieve.

I don't care about the 'occasionally true' bits of the story, as a vehicle for exploring what it's like to be a woman in power, as a way of looking at contemporary issues through a sumptuous, over-the-top pseudo-historical setting, it's an absolute banger.

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ETA: I was right to post this before tag-diving!! Absolutely screaming at the hate for my bb girl who did nothing wrong ever. Honestly so glad I have no desire to get into fandom for this show at all.

#i meant to do this when i finished some of the others shows i watched this year like mrs maisel #but made the mistake of tag-diving first and getting dismayed at what i found #so i'm just plonking this here #because i found this show a slog and i don't know that i would rewatch it #but i am SO glad i did watch it and fucking angrier than ever about the cancellation #idk what the fandom is like on here and i'm not really making this post for the fandom so not tagging #and not making rebloggable #but for posterity: i enjoyed this tv show and i am saying so on my blog. so there.#jo enthusiing about media #the great spoilers #the great season 3 spoilers

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silcosentropy · 2 years

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My entry into @aromansoul’s Boxer!Silco AU

TW: Blood, Injury, Graphic description of violence, angst, whump My entry, or an attempt on thereof, is set about a week or two after Arcane episode 3, so it features Act 1 Silco, Powder, and Sevika, as well as mentions of Vander and vague hints on Vanco.

I also focused on bare knuckle fighting instead of straight up boxing.

PART1 | PART2

This is part 3/5

Today without an illustration. I'm a bit too busy. I might make one later.

‘Til I’m laughing alone - ROUND 2

A tap of fists.

The first round was Kassal’s. Silco barely laid a punch. He knows he either raises the bar or goes down.

And he won’t go down, ohh no. Not voluntarily anyway. He always fought till the end and this won’t be any different.

Jaw clenched, fists high and square in a closed stance, eyes wide and focused, he takes a deep breathe and-

Bell

-springs out of place before the bell is done ringing. A different technique, one more suitable to his lithe form.

A long step forwards, no dancing. Tendons tighten, right and left jab to Kassal’s chest. The third jabs at his throat. The younger man gurgles.

A potentially illegal move, too fast for the referee to register. Kassal falters after an upward haymaker to his lowered chin.

Silco follows his backward stagger with a swift switch of his feet. Left front, right locks and turns as Silco forces the energy to spring up from the ball of his foot through the full left part of his body, higher, up, like a jolt up his arm, his fist shoots in a wide circle. A brutal hook onto Kassal’s right cheek sends the opponent tumbling to the side.

The two or three drunken steps Kassal performs feel more mechanical than conscious before he crushes to the floor.

Silco heaves, rolls his shoulder, turns to calm his heartbeat as the referee starts the first countdown of the match.

Silco’s left fist opens and closes, the knuckles are aching, his whole arm still vibrates with that vicious hit. The technique he chose is exhausting, always has been. Silco is not a tank type fighter, his strength lies in agility and stamina, but the fight is not well matched and he can’t risk getting hit more than absolutely necessary. He needs to bring his opponent down to his level. It’s worth it, not to mention this switch in approach finally got his blood flowing fast and proper; he can feel the adrenaline speeding his heart rate, pulsating in his throat and temples.

He’s feeling good. Excellent in fact.

The countdown only reaches five before Kassal climbs back to his feet. Their eyes meet, Silco’s are feverish with excitement, his opponent’s dark with fury.

The boy is mad because of that little dirty trick Silco pulled.

Good. Anger makes people do stupid things. Silco feels his busted lips twitching into a smirk.

A quick tap of the fists again, two steps away as both are now alert. Kassal is still dazed, his jab feels more like a testing move and Silco evades it by leaning back, retaliating with a straight of his own.

Kassal steps forward, fakes a jab, followed by a right hook into the ribs. Silco takes it, counter attacks with a right cross that separates them.

Now he has Kassal exactly where he wants him, until-

“Yeaah!! Give it to him, Silco!”

The high-pitched child’s voice somewhere close in the crowd breaks Silco’s focus.

Jinx?

Stupidly, he glances in her direction.

The next thing he sees is a fist, just for a second before it blacks out his vision. Pain explodes in his right eye.

He grunts, stumbling backwards and lifting his arms into guard.

Not good enough.

A sharp hit into the stomach sends him another two steps back and that damned cage rattles behind his back. The black fog is still not lifting, white speckles dance before his eyes as he hears a heavy voice somewhere close to his ear.

“I can fight dirty too, old man…”

His vision comes back blurred and spinning just in time to register Kassal’s teeth-baring grin. His opponent stomps the heel of his boot down on Silco’s left foot, pinning it underneath while his knee prevents the smaller man from freeing himself.

Silco grits his teeth and desperately raises his guard again. Not that it matters. The swarm of hits that follow are indiscriminate, swatting his arms away from the sides.

Ribs and sides, left and right in quick session, left cheek, right jaw, left temple, right cheek.

Silco groans as something snaps in the right cheekbone. His defense falters in a wave of nausea, hands lower.

A straight hit square in the center of his face, strong enough that the back of his head crashes into the bars with a loud, dull thump that resonates in the arena.

His eyes roll back and his vision is gone once again. Silco falls solid on his side with a weak gasp precisely as the bell rings.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, wake up!”

The voice means nothing in the numb fog, however the smelling salts beneath his nose are a whole different story.

Silco’s head snaps up, eyes frantic and wide as he draws a sharp breath.

“Are you with me?” Sevika slaps his cheek slightly to get his attention.

“Where?”

“Good enough. Close your eye, hold this.” Ever-practical, Sevika wastes no time, pressing ice wrapped in a wet towel to his right eye. Silco flinches, hissing between his bloodied teeth. His whole body clenches at the sensation. Pain radiates from every inch of his face and torso.

He grits his teeth and takes over the compress.

Sevika kneels and swiftly cleans the blood off of Silco’s mouth and chin, lifts his busted lip to see if his teeth are loose, then touches the sides of his nose, a bit more carefully, Silco winces away.

“Yeah, broken, huh?” Sevika utters with a hint of sarcasm, and leans closer, “Silco, pull out of the match. You’re a fucking mess and-”

“I’m so sorry, that’s my fault…” here’s that small voice again, riddled with tears and trembling. Silco takes off the ice to actually look at Jinx in surprise.

The little blue-haired girl stands off to the side, chin shaking and eyes filling with tears of either anxiety or fear. Her hands, pressed into small fists, are pressing to the sides of her head. She whimpers and one of those small fists pathetically hits her own temple.

“I jinxed it! I jinx everything!”

Before she hits herself again, Silco catches her wrists, letting go off the ice pack completely.

“Stop it, listen!” He draws her closer, “You didn’t jinx anything, that was my mistake.”

“But I called you and you turned and he hit you and-”

“Because I wasn’t paying attention.” Silco stops her firmly. Jinx’s eyes dart over his face, her chin still trembling, threatening with tears. Silco smiles.

“Jinx…You were the only one to cheer for me. Thank you. Will you do it again?” “Do you… want me to? I won’t distract you?”

“No. If I win, it will be because you’re here.”

She smiles and Silco feels something break inside him. Sevika cuts their moment, drawing him back into the chair and forcing the ice pack into his hand again.

“Alright, very sweet, but we have only about a minute left. You keep icing. Hey, kid, I need two hands, you know how to align a broken nose?”

She grabs Jinx by the shoulder and drags her in front of Silco while she stammers.

“Sevika, no.” Silco protests, but she only draws her one arm around his head and pins it to her side. She ignores him, looking at the child.

“I’ll guide you. Both hands on either side of his nose, high up on the bridge, do it.”

“But…” Jinx’s hands hover. Silco tries to pull back.

“Sevika, seriously, no.”

“Look, if you don’t get it reset now, the doc is gonna have to rebreak it. You want that? Jinx, do it, fingers on both-."

Jinx grimaces with determination, presses both hands on either side of Silco’s heavily unaligned nose, and before either of them says anything, she snaps it left and down with a sickening crunch. Silco lets out a sharp, short gasp, trapped blood pours down his mouth.

Jinx steps back to free the space for Sevika, who gives her a surprised glance.

“Nice. Good job, kiddo,” She wipes off the fresh blood and tilts Silco’s face up, taking off the ice pack and inspecting his eye.

“Listen, you have two rounds left. You got him pretty good the last time. Don’t let him corner you again. Keep your guard up, move, clinch him if you can. How are the ribs?”

“Still good.”

“Don’t let him hit you in that eye again. Offer him your torso if you have to.”

“Excellent advice, Sevika.” Silco scoffs quietly, he feels drained. Sevika waves her hand in front of his face.

“You’re laughing but one more shot on the right and you’re fighting blind, boss.”

The announcer calls for the next round. Silco frowns, thinking. The vision in his right eye is getting very bad, his sight is dominated by the left one now - everything is turning red and blurred as his bad eye supplements the ‘good’ one.

“Sevika, give me that smelling salt.”

“ You really shouldn’t have two-”

“No matter, give it to me, before the damn referee looks this way.”

Sevika glances at the arena, fishes out one of the capsules, and hands it to Silco. He crushes it between his fingers right below his nose. The strong scent makes his head snap back, eyes widen.

He discards the shattered glass into the crowd, feeling his heart rate spike with adrenaline again.

“Good luck!” He hears Jinx peep behind him as Sevika drags her out of the arena again.

#arcane #silco #fic #boxer #boxing #au #bare knuckle boxing #brawl #fight #whump

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