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gun-roswell · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Imperial Medical Personnel (Star Wars), Clone X-03 (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Inspired by Fanart, Inspired by TBB S3 Trailer, S3 Speculation, Ficlet, Angst, Medical Experimentation, Clone X project (Star Wars), Series, POV Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Amnesia, Mind Control, Mount Tantiss (Star Wars), Tech Lives Series: Part 14 of Pre TBB S3 Jitters Shorts, Part 3 of Project X, Part 66 of Fandom Shorts Summary:

The mission, most important. Hunt down insurgents and deal with them. But at what cost? Orders were orders though!

This is part three of Tech’s story for the series (Project X)

Part of the Bad Batch S3 jitters / Project X series

#fanfic #Star Wars #the bad batch #clone x #inspired by tbb s3 trailer #speculation #part of series #tech lives #tech centric #angst #mind control

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theseshipsshallsail · 1 year

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Most mornings, it’s something ethereal that lures him from the seductive call of Morpheus. A persistent back-of-the-neck prickle that says he’s being watched. Eyes familiar as his own tracing the curve of his shoulder. The narrow ridge of his spine. The swell of his ass barely covered by a sheet kicked loose in the night.

Others, he wakes to sleep-dry lips worshipping his skin. A teasing graze of teeth at the jut of his Adam’s apple. The rasp of a tongue as it ghosts the sensitive lobe of his right ear. Steady suction at the nape of his neck: a secret mark of possession hidden by his curls, but grounding nonetheless when a mountain of coursework has him stroking the bruise for comfort.

And then there are the mornings after a drunken night before. When the rich aroma of espresso from the coffee shop on the corner - the one his unreasonably smug boyfriend still passes on his weekend runs - breaks through the muzzy clouds fogging his brain. Gets his taste buds watering for something other than the glistening salt-tang of Oliver’s collarbone.

Strong. A light sprinkle of sugar. Just the way he likes it.

He’ll wake him by setting the freshly brewed coffee upon the bedside table; steaming, now, in the chipped Columbia mug Elio claimed for his own when he first moved to the States.

Morning, my little dissolute, he’ll murmur, brushing the messy hair back from Elio’s temple with one hand. Waving a brown paper bagel bag under his nose with the other.

Sometimes, it’s the skilled attention of roaming palms that has him arching on a gasp. Ink-stained fingers drawing exquisite circles around his peaked nipples. Pinching. Pressing. Guiding. Walking a quick two-step to his groin until he’s fisting his cock with determination. Cupping his drawn-tight balls. Making him buck and groan when slick digits inch inside him, seeking the spot that has Elio chanting both their names like a tefillah.

There are times, though - ones he hates with a vengeance - where Oliver wakes him up by thrashing in his sleep. Low pleas and half-formed words sobbed into his pillow.

Words like disgrace.

Like facility.

Like do you mind?

And he does. Mind, that is. Whatever unseen horrors haunt the man he loves. So in those moments he’ll hold him close. Whisper reassurances. Tell him that he’s here. That he’s not leaving. That he’ll never be alone. Be his anchor in the storm that rocks him.

Because the truth of the matter is this. Heavy-lidded and yawning? Rock-hard and needy? All the permutations in-between? Elio’s not bothered how Oliver wakes him up, just so long as he keeps on doing it.

Side by side.

United.

Together.

#cmbyn fanfic #elio x oliver #Call Me By Your Name #support armie hammer #part of series

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hellcheerficdatabase · 6 months

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down, boy

Author: @chrissy-n-eddie

Rating/Warning: Explicit

Chapter Count: 1/1 (Part 1 of porny oneshots series)

Description: The problem is that Chrissy Cunningham has a hard time telling people no. The problem is that Eddie loves being denied things by a pretty girl in a short skirt.

Tags: alternate universe, established relationship, plot? we don't know her, the smut is the plot, smut, fluff, sorta, cute aftercare, alternating POV, one-shot, part of series, status: completed

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mileapokp1677 · 2 years

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Truce

Title: Truce

Rating: T

Pairing: Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, Three Steps to Win You Universe, Spin-Off

Summary: For the good of their football team, BSFC, Vegas and Pete must strike a truce and put aside their dislike for one another.

AN This one shot is a spin-off of the main story "Three Steps to Win You" which I decided to turn into a series because I love playing with all the characters in KPTS. In order to understand the background of this one shot, you have to read the main story, at least until chapter 3, because the moment told in this one-shot happened after the events in said chapter.

Truce

"Pete?"

Pete, who at that time, was crouching and bending on the floor to tie his shoelaces, raised his head in response to Chan, the team skipper, "Cap."

"You know we have to talk about this, right?" said Chan sternly to Pete. "The first match of the season is in three days, and today's incident in the midfield, which is your and Vegas's responsibility, absolutely can not happen on opening day."

"Understood, Cap," Pete replied as he stood up. "What happened earlier was shameful. I let my emotions cloud my better judgment and I let it control me."

At that moment, Pete didn't even dare to look at Cap's face and could only look down. His behavior earlier on the pitch, did not reflect the behavior of a good co-captain, at all. No matter how much Vegas contributed to the fiasco on the field, still, he was the co-captain, while Vegas was the new player who still had to adapt to the BSFC ways. Either way, Pete's mistake was bigger. What a shame!

Cap will retire after this season ended and left big shoes that he had to fill in. The thought of it, frankly, still made Pete break out a cold sweat, but it was a reality he had to face whether he was ready or not. Cap was already 36 years old, the fact that he could still play at this level at that age was a small miracle, it was time for him to hang up his boots. After all, how much longer did he have to babysit Pete? Pete had been a co-captain for five years, ever since he was 21. Cap had to take over captaincy when he was only 23 years old, because the previous BSFC Captain had to retire early due to injury, while Pete was already 26. No excuse, really. He even knew the exact date when he assumed the captaincy, while Cap, at that time, received no warning at all.

"You know why I chose you as a co-captain and at the same time my successor, right?" Cap asked, holding his right shoulder.

"Because I'm the oldest?"

"Pete, please..."

"Because I'm the least insane among the boys?"

Cap chuckled and then answered his own question, "One of the main reasons is because you have the sight, which only a handful of footballers have. You stand on the pitch level like the rest of us, but your eyes have capability to see the pitch as if you are standing on a higher ground, hence, at a glance, you can see everyone's position, teammates and opposing team players."

Pete just nodded in response.

"You are aware of your own strengths, right?"

"I am," said Pete. "I may not be as fast as Tay, or have nearly perfect passing accuracy like Tem, but because of the sight, I almost always move faster than my opponent because I've read their moves beforehand."

"I'm glad you are aware of your own strengths, but you are also aware that in order to fully utilize the sight, you must focus," added Cap.

"Cap, you don't have to tell me. I know I lost focus today," Pete stated, he was sure his face must be a bit red from embarrassment. "I let his taunting get under my skin."

"Your own teammate, not even an opponent."

"I know," Pete said, his face getting redder.

"Pete, you are the most level headed person in this team, you are kind, but can be firm when needed. Bottom line is, you are captain material," continued Cap. "But then Vegas came and in two weeks, I barely knew my co-captain."

Silence. Pete didn't respond to his skipper because everything he said was true. No objection at all from him.

"I realize, since Vegas debuted three years ago, and the fact that he played as attacking midfielder for our arch-enemy, the fierce rivalry in midfield between the two of you, every time BSFC and United met, is well known throughout the league. No one expected United to transfer Vegas, or surprisingly, got transferred to our team."

"I still can't believe it, Cap," said Pete, finally speaking out. "I still can't believe I have to work with the player I hate the most in the league."

"As captain you don't get to choose, you know that, right? You have to look after all the players, regardless of how you feel about each one," Cap said.

"Understood, Cap, believe me, I do."

"And I believe you," affirmed Cap. "I don't ask you two to be besties, but at least you can reach an understanding with Vegas, so you can tolerate each other presence, and most importantly support each other on the pitch for the good of the team."

"I'm working on it."

"Time is ticking and we need a quick solution. How about the three of us talk about this over lunch, hm? I'm there as a buffer between you two, just to avoid unwanted things," offered Cap, who was looking so worried.

"Cap, please, we're not kids anymore. I will handle it, okay?" asked Pete. "I need to do this on my own. You can't keep babysitting me, right? Please, have faith in me."

Cap walked over and then hugged him. "I have faith in you, always. From the first day you served as my co-captain, I knew I had chosen wisely."

"Are you sure your opinion hasn't changed when you saw my behavior on the pitch during the practice match this morning?"

"Even Superman has weakness, Vegas is your kryptonite."

"Kryptonite is better than him."

"Pete," warned Cap.

"I will take care of this matter, Cap. I'll give you my word."

"Good. When I leave this team in your hands at the end of the season, I won't be worried in the slightest. I have so much faith in you."

"I won't let you down, Cap. I promise," Pete swore solemnly.

"Good."

******

Pete decided to meet with Vegas at the Salad Bar not far from the training ground. This place also provides variants of roast chicken and other variants of lean meats. New season was starting soon, so they had to be strict with their diet. Most importantly, this Salad Bar had a private area at the back, so they were safe from BSFC's fanatic fans.

When Pete asked Vegas to meet here, in the locker room earlier, Vegas agreed without any protest, he just nodded his head in affirmation and continued to put on his clothes. Pete decided to head to the Salad Bar first, to secure their table in the private area. To save time, Pete ordered two servings of plain roasted chicken with extra large salad on the side for their lunch. As soon as Vegas arrived, they could immediately talk about the matter.

Speaking of the devil, Vegas, who wore all black, arrived and immediately sat down in the chair opposite Pete silently.

"I already ordered for us," informed Pete.

"Cool," answered Vegas curtly.

Pete felt small talk was of no use to either of them, so he decided to just get on with it.

"I don't think I need to tell you the purpose of this meeting. Everything is already clear from the start. I don't like you, you don't like me. But, we have a responsibility to this team, and we have to find a way to work together, because like Coach said earlier, midfield is our responsibility."

"Agreed. So from now on, I'd really appreciate it, if you just stopped coming into my area and snatching my balls," Vegas said coldly.

What a jerk!

If he had followed his temper, Pete's fists would have hit Vegas's annoying face by now, but what's the point, it won't solve the problem. At the moment, it was only his sense of responsibility as a co-captain and his promise to Cap, less than an hour ago, that made Pete want to hold himself back as hard as he could.

"And where exactly is your area? Coach has made it very clear that both attacking and defending in midfield is our responsibility," said Pete, as calmly as possible. "That means, you have to be willing to read my movements and vice versa, so we can move accordingly."

"Coach asking the impossible," muttered Vegas before he leaned his body slightly forward. "You know what? I think this is actually a simple matter, if only you accept your duty as a defensive midfielder."

Ugh, this little shit!

"From the time I entered the BSFC Academy until I became the pro footballer that I am today, my position has always been attacking midfielder. Why don't you just give in and take the defensive role? Besides, you came in this team late, BSFC already had an attacking midfielder."

Oh, fuck!

As soon as he uttered the last words, Pete knew he had made a misstep. He needed another approach, and he had to think fast, otherwise this matter will only get worse.

"Ever since I found out that I was transferred to BSFC, I knew this was going to happen," Vegas hissed at Pete with an accusing look. "The resentment is too deep between United and BSFC. I knew I would get nothing here but hostility."

"Watch your mouth! That's not fair at all!" yelled Pete.

"OH?" jeered Vegas.

"Fine, maybe I've never-"

"Maybe? Please..." jeered Vegas again, cutting off Pete's words.

"I KNOW I've never been nice to you, but don't you ever say that the boys are hostile to you. They never treat you less than decent," Pete hissed back at Vegas, defending the honor of his teammates.

"Only because they don't feel threatened by my presence. But that's not the case with you, is it, Mr. Attacking Midfielder?" Vegas mocked and provoked Pete's anger at the same time.

Fuck this guy!

Gods have mercy, but Pete wanted so badly to smack the smug face in front of him to pulp.

"Did you just insinuate that I felt threatened by your presence?"

"Just be honest, co-captain, you'll feel much better."

Oh, he wants honesty? I'll give him honesty.

"You know what I think?" retorted Pete. "I think you're scared. Behind that cold facade, you're actually shaking in fear that no team wants you, am I right?

"Shut up!" hissed Vegas, looking very menacing.

"O~h, did I hit a nerve?" asked Pete in a mocking voice. "United took the position of attacking midfielder from you and then replaced you with another player..."

"I said shut up!" said Vegas in a much louder voice.

Pete refused to stop and continued talking.

"... then you come to a new team, but the position is already filled. No wonder you are so desperately trying to keep that position, right?"

"SHUT UP!" shouted Vegas, hit the table loudly.

Pete was grateful that they were currently sitting in a private area. He was also grateful that the loud sound of the table being hit earlier, had made him realize that he had gone too far. After all, he was the co-captain and Vegas was his responsibility. Pete once again let Vegas' taunting get to him.

You better than this, Pete!

"Vegas, I'm out of line, forgive me." Pete decided to be the bigger man.

"You're not sorry at all," Vegas responded fiercely, not believing Pete at all.

"You want to believe me or not, it's your personal business. But, BSFC is my business and yours too. Whether we like it or not, we have to work together, or Coach will have one of us bench for the whole season."

"It's definitely me. You're the co-captain, so it's impossible for you," accused Vegas, blatantly.

"I would say, Don isn't that kind of coach, but you wouldn't believe me either," said Pete. "But, Coach shouldn't have to choose between us. BSFC has two skillful midfielders, why not make the best of them?"

"So now you're admitting that I'm a good midfielder?" asked Vegas, sounding so much calmer now.

"When did I ever say you weren't?" Pete asked back. "I will never consider a bad player as my biggest rival."

This time Vegas kept his mouth shut and didn't answer. Hm, did he just see a hint of smile?

"Can we look at this matter from another point of view?"

"What do you mean?" asked Vegas.

"Let's just say we're both taking the position as attacking midfielders, it's just that we also have additional defensive duties..."

Vegas started to snort.

"Listen to me until the end," coaxed Pete.

"Go on..."

"There are 38 games, surely we can work out a schedule. You take the offensive role for nineteen matches, and I take the other nineteen, or..."

"Or you can take the offensive role in every first half, and I'm in the second half, for all the matches," continued Vegas, finishing Pete's sentence.

"Precisely," affirmed Pete. "So, can we do that?"

Vegas was quiet for a while, before he finally reached out his hand for a handshake. "Truce?"

"Truce."

FIN

#vegaspete #daddy chan #everybody is a footballer #kpts fanfic #kpts #one shot #spin off #Three Steps to Win You Universe #part of series

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tariah23 · 3 months

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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

#it’s just???#at the end of the day all these people want to do is draw and write their stories and share them with the world #why is death from stress the end game for so many of them #this should not be part of the package when finally deciding that this is what you want to do with your life #rambling #I still never got over miura’s passing man #and Togashi is still here but he’s been suffering from the consequences of overwork #it’s just… all so bleak #fans just need to learn to be patient if these changes are ever made and to be respectful #your fav series is not gonna die just because you can’t get it right now #I’m glad that gege does this now like he takes a break every 2-3 chapters and that’s good #this should be normalized

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counting-stars-gayly · 5 months

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I’m actually LOVING how Rick Riordan, and the other writers of the show, took his initial concept of a Percabeth rivalry fueled by that of their parents and kind of turned it on its head?

Now, instead of Annabeth being wary of Percy because he’s a son of Poseidon, he’s wary of her because she made a callous impression on him. They get off to a rocky start even before finding out who Percy’s father is, and when they finally do, Annabeth doesn’t care. Instead of them fighting because of who their parents are, they’re fighting over their own opposed worldviews.

Then, instead of them arguing over which of the gods is cooler and who was right in the story of Medusa, they realize that, just like Medusa, Annabeth is a victim of her mother and that, unlike Medusa, she is a far kinder and stronger person, unwilling to repeat the cycle of hurt. They realize that, like his father, Percy often acts without considering potential consequences and that, unlike his father, he is a far kinder and stronger person, willing to step up for someone he wronged and whom he cares about.

Instead of Percy and Annabeth’s rivalry being focused on that of their parents, it’s focused on who they are, themselves. But the path to friendship is still the same: a realization that they have each other’s backs, no matter what, because they’re not their parents after all.

#i kind of typed this in my essay voice because I knew it would be long so ignore that #also I don’t actually know which of the other writers are playing big parts in percabeth’s story so threats why I put a focus on Riordan #that’s*#aaaaanyhoo if I’m being honest I definitely prefer this version of percabeth #AND I like that Medusa said ‘‘we are not our parents until we choose to be. you three have chosen’’ implying that she thinks they’ve chosen #to be their parents only for Percy to reveal in the next episode that he’s chosen to be better than his father.#that was a really nice touch 👌👌👌#percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo disney+#percy jackson disney+#percy jackson #annabeth chase #Percabeth #rick riordan #Medusa #pjo tv show #pjo tv series #pjo tv spoilers

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gun-roswell · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clone Trooper Boil/Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars) Characters: Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Waxer/Boil Month, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Established Relationship, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), Force-Sensitive Clone Troopers (Star Wars), relationship troubles, The Force training comes first, Part of Series - Part Two, Doubt/Sadness/Comfort Series: Part 14 of Waxer/Boil, Part 10 of Waxer/Boil Month 2024 Summary:

WEEK THREE Waxer*Boil Month 2024

Prompts: • Force-sensitive clones/Jedi Waxer and/or Boil • touch-starved • held hostage/captive •“I missed being with you like this”

Notes: It was quite sudden this change happening. Yet according to their creators, the Kaminoans, not as unexpected. Becoming more than a single clone among many. Becoming sensitive to the Force.

Written as a continued four parter story of week three’s prompts in order listed. Kind of a continuation for the Waxer/Boil saga.

Part of Waxer/Boil Month 2024 // Waxer/Boil series

#fanfic #star wars #the clone wars #waxerboilmonth #waxerboilmonth2024 #waxer/boil #cloneshipping #part of series #angst and feels #force shenanigans

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