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shxtodxroki · 7 months

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𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔-𝚘𝚛-𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝!

Summary: Tsumiki and Megumi are too sick on Halloween to trick-or-treat (and are understandably devastated) so you and Satoru team up to give them the most perfect, exciting Halloween night you possibly can in order to cheer them up.

Flufftober Day 2 Prompt: Family, Friends, Loved Ones

Warnings: Reader is considered a parent (not biologically) to Tsumiki and Megumi, so I would recommend not reading this if that makes you uncomfortable! Also idk if this needs a warning but Gojo (and subsequently reader) are pretty rich and have a super fancy house

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

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The sound of a pitiful, sad sneeze draws your attention to the young girl sitting beside you on the couch, your heart squeezing at the crestfallen expression painted so clearly across her face as she snuggles further into your side. One glance towards your other child, begrudgingly wrapped up in your husband’s arms as he sits atop his lap, tells you that he’s just as disappointed about how this evening has turned out, and you desperately find yourself wishing that you could push tonight's internationally celebrated holiday back just a few days so that your precious children could celebrate alongside their peers.

Poor Megumi and Tsumiki had, unfortunately, fallen very sick the day before Halloween, leaving both of them heartbreakingly out of commission for trick-or-treating and forced to spend the spookiest day of the year stuck inside, cuddled up to their parents as they nursed their poor, sickly bodies. Satoru had been almost as devastated as the kids when he realized their fate, knowing just how much this tradition meant to both of them (and having been looking forward to sneaking a few handfuls from their candy stashes as “parent tax” to satiate his undeniable sweet tooth) as the two of you desperately tried to come up with a last-minute plan to salvage as much of the holiday as you could for your beloved children.

Unfortunately, it seems that the last-minute plan the two of you came up with is a bit of a dud, as while both kids tried to enjoy the movie you had turned on for them (The Nightmare Before Christmas, their favorite Halloween movie) and the candy you had bought especially for them (catered to each of their tastes and favorites), you could both easily see that their hearts weren’t in it, and they were still feeling down about having to miss out on such an exciting holiday celebration. You were itching to come up with a new idea, some way to lift their spirits and give them the truly wonderful Halloween the two deserved even from the comfort of your own home.

After a few minutes of stewing anxiously in your own head with no success as you pretend to watch the movie, you eventually shoot your husband a glance of concern as you pick up the half-empty popcorn bowl on the table and rise to your feet, gently removing yourself from Tsumiki’s hold as your husband did the same with your other child.

“You two keep enjoying the movie, the two of us are gonna go warm up some more popcorn for you!” You try to keep your voice light and cheerful as your husband hits both kids with his best, most authentic enthusiastic grin, and both kids attempt to give you small smiles in return, though it's clear you’re all just dancing around one another in a masquerade of happiness with your pitiful attempts to hide your feelings. Still, you make your way to the kitchen as nonchalantly as you can, with Satoru following close behind you as you begin speaking to one another in hushed voices the moment you’re certain the children can’t hear or see you.

“Satoru, this isn’t working at all. We have to come up with something else, I hate seeing the two of them so heartbroken.” Your eyes plead with him for a solution to this problem, your heart aching at the sight of your babies unable to participate in the typical annual holiday fun of Halloween night. The pout on your husband’s face makes it clear he feels just the same, his hand coming up to card through his hair as you both rack your brains for ideas.

“I know, I know. I just…. I dunno what will make them happy. We already bought them all the candy they could possibly ask for…” He mumbles, thinking to himself. Satoru’s mind always went to sweets first, but because it was Halloween, you had hoped that buying the kids all their favorite sweet treats would help mitigate the loss of the trick-or-treating experience at least somewhat. You could see now, though, that the candy was no match for the experience itself (despite the kids’ attempts to be grateful for what the two of you had done and to not seem upset).

Your thoughts are brought to a sudden, screeching halt by a sharp gasp from your husband, his face suddenly lighting up with a bright, genuine grin you've come to both love and dread. You hold your breath hopefully as you wait to see if he has an answer, some way to fix this lackluster Halloween and raise your childrens’ spirits.

“I have the perfect idea.” He brags as his bright blue eyes light up with joy, peering past the kitchen entrance to glance at the nearly full bowl of candy sitting by the children on the couch. “Why don’t we let them trick-or-treat in here?”

The two of you had gotten lucky, it had only taken about half an hour for Satoru to set everything up while you kept the kids distracted with the movie, wanting to surprise them with an idea that you prayed would work in boosting their spirits. You don’t mention a word of your plan until Satoru has everything set up, biting back the hopeful grin on your face as you watch him run down the stairs and stumble to a stop in front of the children. Their confused faces, accompanied by soft sniffles and sneezes, cause your heart to clench for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, hoping and praying that this is what they need right now.

“I need you two to go get your costumes on right now!” He exclaims once he comes to a stop, sporting a genuinely enthusiastic grin. “Y/n and I have a surprise for you!”

The kids glance at one other, seemingly hesitantly hopeful at his words, as he pulls out the hangers holding each of their costumes from behind his back. You both knew that one of the biggest disappointments they had faced when getting sick was the fact that they were unable to wear and show off the costumes they had been so excited for, and you can see the way their eyes instantly light up as they're told that they'll get to wear them after all. The genuine smiles that brighten their faces as they rush to him to grab the costumes nearly cause your eyes to water, feeling so incredibly thankful that you had found a way to make this up to them after all.

“Now, obviously we can’t take you guys trick-or-treating outside, since we can’t let you spread your cooties around to anyone else.” Satoru teases the kids, as Tsumiki giggles at his remarks. “But…. luckily for the two of you, I happen to have a huge house and plenty of extra candy, so why don’t you just trick-or-treat in here?”

You can see the confusion on the childrens’ faces at the offer, so you jump in as your husband wraps an arm around your waist and lets you explain the new plan for the evening. “We were thinking we could put this giant house to good use, so that the two of you can still trick-or-treat! Satoru and I can pretend to be people handing out candy, and you two can go through the hallways and trick-or-treat from us!” You smile softly at them as you speak, hoping they’ll be excited about this idea as you lean in to your husband’s warmth beside you to avoid the anxious habit of picking at your nails. “I know it’s not the same as actual trick-or-treating, but we still want to give you guys the best night possible even if you’re stuck inside, so what do you say?”

For a second, the room is silent, and you feel your heart plummet into your stomach as the children stare at you with expressions you can’t begin to decipher. When they run up to hug the two of you, however, your fears are immediately relinquished and you pull the two into a warm embrace. “Sounds like fun!” Tsumiki grins as her small arms attempt to wrap around you and Satoru simultaneously, sounding brighter and more full of energy than she has ever since she first fell ill.

Megumi’s always been quieter and more reserved than his sister, but you can see the small, genuine smile he wears on his face as well as he joins in on the family hug. “Thank you guys for doing this for us.” He mumbles, burying his face into your chest for a moment as you pat his head gently.

After taking a moment to enjoy this embrace from your two children, Satoru sends them off to their rooms to change into their costumes as you lean in to press a soft peck to his cheek, attempting to convey how thankful you are to him for saving the night for all for of you. “You’re so smart sometimes, babe. You really have a way with those two.”

You know your praise will go straight to his ego, and his prideful smirk only confirms that, but you can let him have the boost just this once. He manages to sneak in one small, quick kiss to your lips as the two of you make your way up the stairs, momentarily hidden away from the prying eyes of your children as you prepare for a long and busy evening. “What can I say, baby? I've been telling you, I’m the greatest man you’ll ever meet.”

Before you can begin to chastise him for his cockiness you hear the small pitter-patter of your children running up the stairs, and the two of you give each other one last loving glance as you make your way down to the end of the hallway and split off to enter into two of the many unoccupied rooms of your home. Satoru already has small collections of candy set up in each room, ready to hand out when your children come knocking, and you feel like you can finally breathe easy as you hear the soft sound of knocking echo from the other side of your door.

The rest of the evening is filled with smiles, candy and a chorus of “trick-or-treat”s from your two adorably dressed babies, sending you and Satoru flying throughout the house as you answer each door over and over until they’re finally satisfied with the amount of candy they’ve each amassed in their pillow-cases. When the chaos has finally settled and the two are sat down on the living room floor, participating in the classic tradition of candy trading (alongside Satoru, using some spare candy of his own he had bought and hidden from the two in your shared closed) you set the spare candy aside for a later date, before returning to the couch to watch the three of them with a fond gaze.

Their trading continues for some time, as Tsumiki clammers for anything with peanut butter in it while Megumi opts for any of the fruity or sour candies, and your husband just takes whatever sugar he can weasel out of the kids (despite the fact that he bought the candy himself, and could’ve chosen whatever he wanted to keep. And once the three are finally finished exchanging for their desired candy, you decide to let the kids enjoy as much of their Halloween loot as they’d like just for tonight, knowing that they probably won’t eat much anyways considering their poor health and weak stomachs.

It doesn’t take long after that for both children to wind up passed out on the floor, intense sugar crashes and the realization of the amount of energy they spent throughout the evening crashing down onto them all at once and knocking them out cold as they snore softly. Satoru takes this moment of quiet as his chance to finally cuddle up to you, sneaking up to join you on the couch and pulling you into his side as he makes quick work of peppering kisses along your neck.

“I’d say this was a pretty successful Halloween after all, wouldn’t you, beautiful?” He asks with a cheeky grin, clearly listening for more praise for his efforts and ideas. Though, for once, you don’t roll your eyes or push your husband away as a result of your cheeky antics. Just this once, you’re willing to allow him to be just a bit cocky, turning your head so his lips meet yours instead of your neck in a quick sneak attack before tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“Yeah, you did an amazing job Toru. Really.” You nod happily, thankful that the two of you had found a way to brighten up the day for the sake of the kids. “You could tell they had an absolute blast….. Though I’m pretty sure they’ll be sore tomorrow morning if they sleep on the floor like that, so we should probably get them to bed.”

Rather than heeding your advice, however, Satoru pulls away from you for only a moment as he picks up your children one at a time, moving them carefully as if they’re made of glass as he’s unusually careful not to wake them. He rests little Megumi next to you, his head immediately falling into your lap as Tsumiki’s head rests on your husband’s. And once the children are settled, he quickly makes his way back to you, leaning back to let you rest your head on his chest and snuggle up to him as well. “I think I like this a lot better, actually.” He grins, content as he snuggles with his three favorite people in the universe.

“Happy Halloween, love.” You mumble, ghosting your lips over his jaw in a feather-light kiss before allowing your eyes to drift closed as you find yourself completely at peace in his warm, soothing hold. “I love you.”

And Satoru has an absolutely foolish, lovestruck grin on his face as he watches you fall asleep alongside your children, holding you close to his heart as he kisses your head in return and allows his own eyes to flutter closed with a heart full of love for all three of you. “I love you more, baby. Happy Halloween.”

Request - Anonymous said: hello! for flufftober, please consider writing something for gojou (jjk), saeyoung (mysme) or keigo (bnha) ):

Anonymous said: after what happened, i need something of satoru gojou for your flufftober, would you mind writing something for him???

A/N: Y’all I have essentially been fixated on this man ALONE (plus a tiiiiny bit of Rengoku from KNY here and there but that’ll come later lol) for over a month at this point lol so I knew I was gonna write about him from the moment I started planning this event, but I was happy to see so many requests for him as well! Literally the first two requests I got for this event were both for Gojo which made me very happy lol :] Also

(WARNING FOR MANGA SPOILERS PAST THIS POINT, DO NOT READ BEYOND HERE IF YOU DON’T WANT THE RECENT MANGA LEAKS SPOILED)

After what’s happened recently, I definitely agree that some fluffy Gojo was necessary :( I was so distraught when I saw what happened on TikTok, I got home from school and literally cried lol but now I am in denial and convincing myself that he is actually fine and definitely not dead! 😃🙃 Plus it’s just been devastating to me to know what’s happening to Megumi and their whole little family rn too, so I’ve just been in need of some cute family bonding to ease the pain :’) I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it, I look forward to posting for the rest of Flufftober and my requests are currently open right now, so feel free to send any requests you may have my way! :)

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nirvanawrites111 · 8 months

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Wedding Secrets (Sub!Taemin x Dom!Reader)

Pairing: Sub!Taemin x Dom!Reader

Pronouns: none used, written as an afab! reader. Reader does wear a dress.

Genre: Exes to lovers, non-idol au, Taemin is a famous cherographer and you two see each other at Hoshi's wedding.

Warning: smut of course, pussy eating, dom!reader, femdom, cheating, pulling Taem's hair, and grabbing his shirt. Y/n is called mommy

Word count: 1789.. it was supposed to be only 1000 words.

BTW, this is NOT the story I teased a week ago. I'm still working on my Yandere!Taemin fic.

I'm just so in love with Taemin y'all.. but y'all already knew that.

Happy Subby!September! Thank you to everyone who is reading, writing, and reblogging. We are just getting started!

Smut below the cut! Enjoy.

The wedding reception was vibrant and full of energy. But, your heart drops when you spot him from across the room.

Your ex.

At Hoshi's wedding, of all places? You both shared a mutual surprised look, and suddenly, the upbeat song seemed a bit too loud.

Memories of old times flashed by as you caught his eye. This was going to be an interesting evening for you.

Not to mention, the woman by his side is drop-dead gorgeous, and you're sure she's a model or some influencer.

Being a choreographer, you know he makes his rounds around the entertainment industry.

You get up from the table and head to the bathroom. The last thing you want is to show any emotions and make this about you. This is about celebrating your good friend, and you don't want to draw any attention to you.

You retreat to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Your makeup is still perfect, your hair is flawless, and you look amazing in your outfit. You take a couple of deep breaths.

"I don't have feelings for him anymore.. so why am I tripping?"

"You don't have feelings for me.. anymore.. mommy?" Taemin voices announces into the bathroom, and you glare at him as you stare at him in the mirror.

While you thought hearing that name would feel foreign to you, instead, you miss it. A little more than you would like to admit.

You can't even hide your facial expressions, so you turn around to face him. You wrap your arms around your body, holding yourself in hopes that you can keep it together.

"No, we're over... remember?" Your echo of the truth is a reminder that he doesn't belong to you anymore.

He wanted to end things because he felt like monogamy wasn't something he wanted to continue. So, he walked away from you.

"I know that, but you haven't answered the question. Because if I'm being real with you. I'm not over you. Every person I sleep with, I have to close my eyes and imagine that it's you that I'm with."

Of course, the most infamous choreographer and dancer in your home country has been with other people since the split. That was the whole purpose, right? But it still doesn't feel good hearing it.

But, simultaneously, you feel a little emotion stir inside you, because he still isn't over you.

"Does my answer even matter?" You challenge him.

Taemin tilts his head, and studies your body language. His piercing dark brown eyes, and you know that right now, he's the bold, confident, loudmouth Taemin. In a snap of a finger, if you step into "mommy mode," he will be a whimpering mess under your control. He can get into his subspace so easily for you.

"For me, it does," he responds softly.

A surge of memories hits you – the late-night rehearsals, the impromptu dance sessions at dawn. The way you two would hook up at his dance studio. The passion between the two of you is undeniable. But you know, along with those fun memories comes the bitter ones, the fights, and the jealousy.

"Why now?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. "After all this time, after everything that happened, why bring this up now?"

You watch him take a deep breath, looking down momentarily, before returning his mesmerizing gaze to yours.

"It's simple. Everywhere I go, all I see and imagine is you. You used to choke me the way I liked, spank me, spoil me, love me, touch me. Make me submit like no one else could. I'm still in love with you, Y/n."

You want to speak, and you open your mouth to do so, but you stop yourself. You take a moment to process what he just told you.

Your relationship with him was such a whirlwind. He's never been your typical type of guy you like to date. You are quiet and reserved around people you don't know. Only a selected person gets to see your true personality shine.

But, Taemin is outspoken, flirty, and outgoing all the time. He's always the center of attention in some type of way. You never wanted to dim his light or stop his beautiful energy. But, at times, his innocence gets misinterpreted by someone dying for his attention.

Which created issues in your relationship. He has five million Instagram followers, which is more than some of the idols he choreographs for.

He's pretty much a big deal to a lot of people. But, no one has ever experienced him in the way that you have.

"Kiss me," you mumble.

You get out of your head and try to ground yourself back into your body. You know you will ruminate over this if you don't let your body take the lead.

Taemin steps closer into your presence and presses his soft, juicy lips against yours. Your eyes shut immediately, and you allow him to take the lead momentarily. He deepens the kiss and wraps his hands around your waist, and you pull him closer to your body.

You pull back from him, and you feel that familiar feeling come over you. That surge of energy allows you to take control of the situation.

"Mommy? Can I taste you?" The words slip off his tongue so quickly, and you wanted nothing more than to shove his face right into your pussy.

How did he know that you even wanted him in that way?

You removed Taemin's suit jacket and laid it on the sink, and you hiked up your dress so that you can prepare his meal for him.

How could you deny yourself the satisfaction of having the best head in your life? Even if it meant this was just a one-time hookup.

You spread your legs for Taemin, and you are already wet with excitement.

"Come on and eat it before your girlfriend comes looking for you," you taunt him.

"She doesn't care. She's just with me for her social media page."

You run your finger down your slit and feel how wet you are just from kissing Taemin. It never fails how you always react to him so easy.

Taemin smirks and kneels before you just enough to be at eye level at your core. He places his hands on your thighs for leverage as he jams his tongue inside you.

You instantly realize how much you have missed his tongue deep inside you. The feeling of his tongue warms you in a way that you can't explain. It's familiar, and it feels even better as he begins to lap at your folds.

"God, I've missed your tongue, Taem. You're still the best head I've ever had that."

You expect Taemin to respond to your comment, but he's lost himself inside of your sacred world. He mixes up his technique from sucking on your clit to giving you very slow, but passionate kisses that cause your body to jilt every time. To do it all over again in between speeds and variations.

The feeling of having Taemin eat you out like it's his last meal on Earth has your mind spinning a bit when he services you like this. You know that his words are really true.

There is no way that he eats out that IG model like this.

Taemin is way too good and knows exactly what you need when you need it.

He's so good at reading your body language since he's an empath. He knows what you want before you even say it. That's how in sync you two are.

But, you snap out of the state of euphoria, and you grab him by the hair. "Taem, now I know you heard me when I praised you... Is that how you respond to Mommy?"

"No, mommy. I'm sorry, you just taste so good. That's why I was in my own little world with your pussy. Thank you for praising me. You know I love when you do that. Can I continue to worship you?"

You instantly felt the aching of your sex when you pulled him away from you. You want to regret it, but you also know he must obey you.

"Fine, but you know I like it when you respond to me. Got it."

"Yes."

You stare into his eyes with his hair still in your hand and his beautiful plump lips covered in your juices.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Mommy."

"Good boy."

You release his hair and guide the back of his head back to your pussy. Not that you needed to guide him, but you like being able to control him in this way.

Taemin returns to pleasuring you like he never stops. He licks away at your pussy, and the gushy sound of his tongue and your juices mixed has you hornier than ever.

"Mommy.. I love pleasuring you."

"I can tell. You see how wet I am."

"I love it.. can I feel your juices on my fingers?"

"Yes.."

Taemin turns his hand over and sticks his thick middle finger inside you, and you clench around him. He runs his thumb over your clit in circles.

You look down at him, and you can't get over the fact that you never expected to be on a bathroom sink with your legs spread with Taemin's head in between them during your bestie's wedding.

As if on cue, Taemin runs his tongue across his top lip slowly to savor your taste.

You grab him by the shirt and pull him in for a kiss. You slip your tongue into his mouth and savor the taste of yourself. These are the wild moments you miss.

Your tongue swirls around in his mouth as you two are locked in a passionate kiss. The combination of kissing him and his fingers working their magic on you is enough to tip you over the edge.

Taemin's skillful digits continue to pump into you, and you already feel yourself squirt on his middle finger.

"Finish me off," You pull away from Taemin and push his head back down.

Taemin holds onto you as he buries his face deep into your center, and he tongue fucks you because he knows that's what you like.

You both know your body is already so sensitive, and by the way, your hips are starting to buck you. The time to release is approaching.

You moan uncontrollably as Taemin's expert tongue explores every inch of your core, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body. The anticipation builds, and with one final flick of his tongue, you explode in a mind-shattering climax.

Taemin comes back up and licks his lips again. "I will never get enough of how you taste, Mommy."

You hop off the sink and adjust your dress. Your legs are wobbly, and Taemin helps you with your dress.

You kiss Taemin on the cheek and say, "I might let you taste me again."

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jbuffyangel · 3 months

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Hot and Cold: Arrow 1x22 Review (Darkness of the Edge of Town)

There is no episode that exemplifies the disjointed nature of Season 1 more than “Darkness on the Edge of Town.” We have Exhibit A: an OTA field op and the smoaking hot chemistry of Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Rickards igniting in an elevator shaft of all places.

And Exhibit B: the other show. A frigid black hole I feared we’d never escape from.

Let’s dig in…

Olicity and OTA

Let’s start with the positive since there is soooooo much freaking positive! It can take time for a television series to find its footing in the first season. Unfortunately, nowadays if the audience isn’t binging the entire season in 24 hours, the show gets canceled. But blessedly, this was 2013. Network TV was still the supreme ruler, and Arrow was pulling big enough numbers for the CW to allow for some leeway.

Twenty two episodes of leeway. Arrow finally found its groove and latched on to the mystical “it factor” that keeps an audience watching - Oliver, Felicity and Diggle. The chemistry and dynamic between these characters and the actors who play them is undeniable and it creates an action packed, laughing out loud, and sizzling hot episode. The writers are having FUN in “Darkness on the Edge of Town" and it shows, which means we get to have fun too.

Oliver decides to question his mother regarding the Undertaking, but she refuses to confess. So, Oliver and Diggle take a more brutal approach. The Hood kidnaps them both and beats the crap out of Oliver until she coughs up the information. It’s always hilarious when this show acts like David Ramsey can fit in Stephen Amell’s suit.

The burgeoning relationship between Oliver and Felicity is very much in its infancy. Oliver is fully in denial about feeling any type of way toward his IT girl. Never is that more apparent then when Oliver and Diggle return from the confrontation with Moira. Diggle gets a few solid whacks in, which I’m sure felt amazing given the absolute jackass Oliver was being the past few episodes.

Felicity has a much harder time concealing her feelings towards Oliver and it’s clear she worries about him. She is always the first to ask if he’s okay, offer a supportive ear to listen or shoulder to cry on. However, Oliver seems to draw a line in this episode when Felicity reaches to touch the bruise on his face. That small step was too much. He physically keeps her at arm’s length because the intimacy of Felicity’s concerned touch is not something Oliver is ready for. There is still a very big wall hiding all that pain, regret and unworthiness.

Source: @lyricalarrow

Admitting he remembers the exact day they met, however, is absolutely no problem. We shall come to discover just how much Oliver remembers about that day in later seasons. I have a lot of male friends and I guarantee you I don’t remember the day we met. However, the day I met my husband is burned into my memory.

The team determines the only way to stop Merlyn from leveling the Glades with a man-made earthquake machine is to find the location of the device. Unfortunately, Felicity is unable to hack Merlyn’s system so she needs direct access to his mainframe inside Merlyn Global Headquarters. LET'S DO CRIMES!

Oliver makes an appointment with Tommy (more on that later) while Felicity continues to up her adorability factor by dressing up as Big Belly Burger employee delivering lunch to a security guard otherwise known as John Diggle.

The burger is laced with benzodiazepine, so it knocks out the other security guard and gives John free reign to control the elevator & cameras. Do we know how Diggle is able to pose as a security guard? No. Do we care? Nope. Let the hijinks commence!

Oliver and Felicity make their way to the elevator, but not until Oliver unloads an unwelcomed dudebro hitting on Felicity.

Jealousy looks so good on him. The way Stephen Amell plays this scene, with his nails-on-a-chalkboard look at the word “sweetie” to robotically knocking the papers out of the elevator, is physical comedy at its best. Something Amell rarely gets to do, but he’s great at it.

The mainframe is on the twenty fifth floor, but the elevator only goes up to the nineteenth, so Oliver and Felicity have some climbing to do. It seems Felicity is thinking of a certain kind of climbing as well and really who can blame her?

Source: @lyricalarrow

Oliver lifts her WITH ONE ARM out of the elevator, which is so freaking hot I cannot.

Then, very gently, bends down to wrap his arm around Felicity’s waist and loop her arm around his neck. Oliver is moving with the precision of a jungle cat, but it also feels like an incredibly elaborate way to grab hold of someone. It has a very superhero sweep-her-into-my-arms sensuality to it. The mission is giving Oliver plenty of reasons to touch Felicity and he doesn’t seem unhappy about it, particularly when he softly tells her, "Hold onto me tight."

Is it warm in here? Holy Moses, Oliver Queen. Get control. This man is a god to women, so he clearly understands the connotations of, “Hold onto me tight.” There’s a thousand different ways to say that platonically, but nope! Oliver charges headlong into the blinking neon lights of SEXUAL INNNUENDO.

Felicity’s Freudian slip didn’t feel so Freudian either. She knew exactly what she was saying and leveled her full meaning in a single look. I thought the elevator was going to combust from all the heat. If you are looking for the text book definition of undressing someone with your eyes than look no further than these two. They way they hold the gaze. WOW. Can we have all the nakedness now?!!! It’s a sin against science for Oliver and Felicity not to bang regularly BECAUSE THE CHEMISTRY.

THIS IS NOT THE BEHAVIOR OF A MAN MADLY IN LOVE WITH LAUREL LANCE.

This scene has the classic Superman and Lois Lane feel to it.

Source: @olicitygifs

Oliver is doing his vigilante thing, but his partner in crime isn’t the leading lady of Arrow. It’s a supporting character who’s feeling less and less supporting with each episode.

Unfortunately, Felicity is about to be discovered while Oliver is held up by Malcolm Merlyn, Thea and Roy Harper. This is a very popular day to visit Merlyn Global. Oliver’s frustration under his cool and calm exterior builds the tension nicely and we do wonder how Felicity is getting out of this jam. Never fear! It’s John Diggle to the rescue. Top notch comedy from both Rickards and Ramsey.

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Their first official team mission outside of the bunker is a wild success. Felicity still has to search through all of Merlyn’s data to determine the location of the device. Despite all the heat, hilarity and hijinks on this side of the show, Oliver makes an abrupt decision regarding the other side of the show that makes absolutely no sense.

Lauriver and Merlance

Still feeling warm friends? Well don’t worry. I have a nice bucket of ice cold water to dump on you.

As predicted, Oliver’s love confession messes with Laurel’s mind and obliterates any clear path back to Tommy. He drops this bomb on her and they have not spoken for a WEEK. Of course, this is all Laurel has thought about and she makes a rather elaborate speech admitting she has feelings for Oliver too.

Yeah, none of this is a surprise. Tommy knew Laurel had feelings for Oliver. We knew Laurel had feelings for Oliver. Hell, even Oliver knew. The only one who wasn’t admitting it was Laurel, so at least she’s finally being honest about things. You don’t get a love triangle if the central figure in the love triangle doesn’t have feelings for two people. The issue is who does Laurel love MORE.

Laurel: Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe he and I weren’t meant to be.

She had a clear answer last week. It was Tommy. She absolutely wanted to get back together with him, but Oliver decided honesty was the best policy on this one subject only. This line enrages me because Oliver has distracted Laurel from the man she is truly meant to be with. I will die on this hill, friends. DIE. ON. THIS. MERLANCE. HILL.

Laurel: Tommy’s a good guy. Are you?

Oliver: I didn’t have an agenda. I didn’t mean to make it more difficult to fix things with Tommy.

Oh for fucks sake. Yes, you did Oliver. That’s exactly why you said it. This is just a straight up lie. Oliver absolutely wanted to confuse Laurel. He just doesn’t want to look like the bad guy for doing it. This is some A+ Ollie behavior.

After Laurel makes a wonderfully impassioned and heartfelt speech about her feelings for Oliver, after probably obsessing about it for seven days straight, Oliver dumps her. AGAIN.

Oliver: Nothing’s changed. My life hasn’t changed. I haven’t changed.

I am infuriated on Laurel’s behalf with this flip flopping back and forth. The time to make this speech was last week in the hospital hallway. That was the moment to let her go and put Laurel on the plane with the man she belongs with, but Oliver couldn’t do it because it was too damn hard. It was just cruel and horribly unfair to both Tommy and Laurel because Oliver has absolutely no intention of being with her. But now it’s too late. The information is out there. You can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube, my dude.

Laurel pays her father a visit to basically get his permission to date Oliver again. Yeah, let’s make the man who lost his daughter to Oliver’s selfishness sign off on banging his other daughter again. This show.

Quentin’s speech is equally as empty as any speech Laurel’s made about seeing the change in Oliver because we, the audience, have not been privy to those moments. We’re just supposed to take their word for it even though the last time Quentin saw Oliver Queen he was trying to arrest him for drug trafficking. But sure, Quentin thinks he’s “changed.”

In order to make this storyline work, you have to give proper attention to the Lance family interacting with Oliver and the writers do not seem interested in doing that. All the important emotional growth takes place off screen and we’re supposed to accept it as fact because the characters tell us.

Meanwhile, they are organically growing the relationship Oliver has with Diggle, Felicity, hell even Roy! So we know the writers are capable of SHOWING these moments of character evolution. They just choose not to when it comes to the Lance family. It’s why the show feels so completely disjointed.

Oliver pays Tommy a visit and wants to have a chat.

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So it's safe to say Tommy is still pissed.

Oliver encourages him to work things out with Laurel – kind of?

Oliver: Lord knows, I am guilty of a lot of things between us, but not you are her.

What’s infuriating about this conversation is that Oliver still refuses to accept any kind of responsibility in their break up. Oliver pretends to be a friend to the all feminists and touts Laurel’s independence and free will. She makes her own choices and she chose Tommy.

Tommy’s point is clear, even if it is self pitying; Laurel is not dealing with all the information. If she did have all the information then she would choose Oliver. From Oliver’s standpoint, it doesn’t matter because he can’t be with her.

That’s not reassuring to Tommy nor is it supposed to be. If the elements keeping Oliver and Laurel apart were removed (the Hood) then Oliver wouldn’t think twice about making a move on Laurel. And Tommy knows this. These are not the actions of a best friend, which is why he’s so pissed.

Now, Tommy’s big mistake was throwing in the towel too early. He should have NEVER given Oliver an opening with Laurel, but he did and it set them on this path. No we have to watch it play out.

Oliver: I promised myself that when I crossed all of these names off the list, I’d be done, but taking down these people, it doesn’t honor him. I was just treating the symptoms while the disease festered. I stop the Undertaking… I wipe out the disease.

Diggle: What are you saying Oliver? You would hang up the Hood?

Oliver: Merlyn’s plan is what I returned from the island to stop.

Does anyone else have whiplash? Oliver does a complete about face and determines he can be with Laurel since he only needs to cross one name off the list instead of dozens. He’s just missing one step, gee what could it be? Oh! I know. OLIVER STILL HAS TO CROSS MERLYN’S NAME OFF THE LIST AND STOP THE UNDERTAKING. Talk about counting your chickens before their hatched.

A hero’s journey is a very specific type of story. Joseph Campbell outline seventeen stages in 1949 and Christopher Vogler created an updated version in 2007 for screenwriting. I’m not going through all seventeen steps, but we can skip to the very last one regarding this storyline.

Freedom to Live/Return with the Elixir – meaning the hero has faced their internal and external struggles, has conquered the demons around them and earned the right to live as they choose. From a spiritual sense, the hero lives without fear of death.

It’s similar with Vogler’s elixir stage. From a community perspective, the hero has found the magical way to heal their wounded land. They are bringing hope, life and freedom back to their loved ones. In doing so, it gives the hero a personal victory. They’ve earned the right to experience peace and joy, which can be represented in a wide variety of narratives.

Oliver is hero. Arrow has made his endgame very clear - save Starling City. Has he saved the city? Has he stopped Malcolm Merlyn? NO. So why is his leather clad ass running all the way back to Laurel Lance to enjoy the fruits an elixir he has yet to procure? If Laurel is endgame, this makes absolutely no sense. This is too fast. It’s too abrupt. It doesn’t feel earned because it hasn’t been earned.

Clearly, the initial plan was to put Oliver (Green Arrow) and Laurel (Black Canary) on parallel, if not intersecting, paths. I’m not saying Oliver cannot be with Laurel as they evolve into superheroes together. But this is the first freaking season you guys! He hasn’t done a damn thing yet! Neither has she. And yet, here Oliver is, knocking on Laurel’s door, looking for some fruit.

Oliver: Ever since I’ve been back, we’ve been doing this dance. We come together and then I pull away. Something pulls me away, but I think finally that something might be over.

Laurel: What are you are trying saying?

Oliver: That you know me better than anyone. And that you are more important to me than anyone. I just hope I didn’t wait too long to say it.

If Laurel has no clue Oliver is the Hood then can he really claim she knows him best? It sounds good to say, and probably what Laurel is dying to hear, but it rings hollow because there’s no evidence of this anywhere on the show. Laurel was wrong about who Oliver is all season. We are just supposed to accept some verbal acknowledgment of change, that she knows him better than anyone, but without any television scenes to back it up. That’s not how storytelling works, Arrow writers.

Sorry to beat a dead horse, but I warned you I wasn’t done with this topic - Oliver is still lying to Laurel. There should be more talking. What are those things pulling you away, Oliver? Why are they over? Are you a hooded, crime fighting, serial killer who has been mysteriously stalking me all year? Those are just some ideas off the top of my head. There is no person on this planet that Oliver needs an honest conversation with more than Laurel Lance, but nope. They jump straight to sex.

Let’s talk about the sex. This has been built up all season. These two characters belong together. They are bulldozing over Tommy Merlyn to be together because they are this passionate romance that time cannot quell. It should be like the fourth of July in Laurel’s apartment right now.

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Instead, of heat we get frigid. Fish have hotter sex.

I’m willing to acknowledge "Radioactive" was the hit song of 2013 and every show on the CW was using it. It has a very sexy beat and big crescendo. It sounds like a good song to use during a sex scene.

Except for the fact that it’s called RADIOACTIVE with lyrics like, “This is it, the apocalypse.” This is not the romance your Plan A couple usually requires in a scene like this. They had Blake Neely for a composer. Where’s Oliver and Laurel’s love theme? We'll probably get it in the season finale but anything would be better than "Radioactive."

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Next issue. Black socks and jean shorts? Wardrobe – what were you thinking? Nobody felt the need to tell Katie to take off the sox? Details matter!!

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Stephen Amell and Katie Cassidy kissing are like watching two pieces of flat cardboard trying to hump each other. Can they choose a direction? Are we biting or no biting? Are we using tongue or no tongue? Can Oliver unbutton his shirt or does Laurel need to help? Is Oliver going to drop Laurel while trying to get her sweatshirt off? It was just so awkward from start to finish. ZERO SPARKS.

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And for the coup de grace, they leave the curtains pulled wide open, so Tommy can see them screwing from the street. The look of utter devastation on his face is heartbreaking and that’s the final image they leave us with as their love scene fades to black. Oliver and Laurel reuniting are not framed as a good thing. It’s framed as a betrayal, because that’s exactly what it is.

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Even worse, Felicity finds the device while Oliver and Laurel are asleep and HE LEAVES. No note. No, honey I have to run out and save the city real quick, but I’ll be back for round two later. Nothing. But please, tell me again how much Ollie has changed.

When I watched this episode live I was horribly disappointed the big reunion with Laurel and Oliver fell flat. This was really my last gasp trying to be a Lauriver shipper. And I use the term “trying” loosely. I was more or less looking for any redeeming qualities in this love story, but after this hypothermic love scene I was officially out. I could not ship these two. I could never forgive them for betraying Tommy. But I feared Arrow would never move on from Oliver and Laurel.

Of course, their real intention becomes all too clear later. Arrow was trying to blow them up to make way for something infinitely better.

Theroy

Speaking of flipping back and forth, these two break up every other week. Roy is clearly committed to finding the Vigilante, which leads them to Merlyn Global and a run in with Oliver, the disapproving older brother. Again, Stephen Amell’s acting is superb.

I loved the way he said “What” to Thea and the firm alpha male handshake he gives Roy, warning him to stay away.

Obviously, Roy accomplished his goal. He found the Vigilante. Roy just doesn’t know it. He thinks Oliver Queen is too much of a wimp to ever consider him as the man in the hood. Thea was good and ticked off with that “wimp” remark. Enough to dump Roy. She will not tolerate any slander of her brother. #QUEENSIBILINGSFOREVER

But this is like the fifth time these two broke up, so it’s losing the impact. This isn’t all about the Hood’s identity and thanking him for saving Roy’s life. He wants to BE the Hood, so Roy can protect the people he loves and never lose anyone again. The question is – who did Roy lose? Unfortunately, Thea storms out before we get an answer, but hopefully one is coming in the season finale. (No I do not remember who).

Long story short, yes I like these two, but the faster the Arrow writers move the characters into the Hood storyline the better. Otherwise they are just marooned on their own show like Laurel Lance Island.

Stray Thoughts

Yao Fei died! It’s so sad and traumatic. I forgot he’s shot in the head. Really didn’t need to see that twice.

Fyers is shooting down a commercial airliner to destabilize the Chinese economy. It’s always about money for these assholes.

Walter wants a divorce and I would say their differences are irreconcilable. Moira is getting what she deserves. You can’t kidnap your husband for six months and then offer him tea and crumpets when he comes home.

"Who the hell is Felicity Smoak?" Uh oh. Quentin has Felicity’s name. That ain’t good.

“Is the other archer working for Merlyn?” Please don’t make Diggle look this dumb again.

Merlyn versus Oliver battle was EPIC! The fight scenes this season are so stellar.

“Psychopaths are color coding themselves. That’s helpful.” HA!

Listen to the Watchover podcast reaction to 1x22!!!

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Do-Over-December 8th. Threesome. "Share And Share Alike." Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X AFAB! Reader.

SO! I know this is two days late but fuck it, I had some IRL shit going on pertaining to my current shitty job not giving a single fuck about my personal safety, so shit got nuts. On we go with Kinky December 's do over. Anyway, so this is the first thing I wrote with both Chuck and Tiff a while before I even started Through The Heart Is The Only Way, it was fun coming back to it and fixing it up! I hope you all enjoy it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.4K (Old Length.3.1K) Warnings: Public Sex. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Blood. Violence. Murder. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Rough Oral Sex. Blow Job. Vaginal Sex. Strap-On Sex. Sex Toys. Threesome. Smoking. Chucky Is A Bastard, Tiff Is An Angel, What Else Is New?

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How the three of you met was quite unusual. It was most assuredly not a traditional meet-cute that lead you to getting to know them.

You were working late one night which was strange enough as it was, you normally are not one to do the closing shift, it was a long and hard day, retail work was so damn tedious and tiring. You were almost out of here though, about to pack up and leave, the mall you worked at was almost totally empty by this point, the cleaning tonight ran long after your hectic day. Cleaning like this was not even a usual task, but the dedicated cleaner called out sick, so you had to step up. You were just returning something to the back and grabbing your shit, you would be out of here. No one else was around, or so you thought.

You were walking across the tiled floor, the back of the house finally in sight, and you started to lose your footing, something wet underneath your shoes making you slip, your arms flying out, steadying yourself quickly, you managed to avoid falling, a close call. You breathed a sigh of relief at your near miss and looked down to see-

Blood.

Your mouth feels dry, your brows furrow, and you are shocked. It was unmistakable. Thick and syrupy and deep red, near black, the smell of iron hits as you looked around and could hear something, you weren’t actually as alone as you initially thought. You swallowed thickly, and your eyes flicked to the door nearby.

You could leave.

Just run and go home and forget you ever saw this-

Eyes back down and you cursed under your breath. Your shoes were in the blood, you’d track footprints, how would you explain yourself? A deep breath as you thought for a moment.

And then you decided to say fuck it and see if you could find the source. Not the smartest of ideas, but you didn’t have many options. The phone was in the backroom, you couldn’t call for help, and you’d try to be quiet. You proceeded forward carefully and quietly until you found just what you were looking for-but not what you expected to see at all.

There was a body, the source of the blood, yes, but there was something that was much more eye-catching in this aisle. Seems whoever did this wasn’t alone. Now, on an average day? You laying your eyes on this couple would have made you stare but catching them like this? You stopped dead and couldn’t move, transfixed by this couple a few feet away, thus far unaware of your presence.

They were both a little bloody and, as it seems, currently having what looks to be very passionate and intense sex against the shelves in this aisle, mere feet away from this poor victim.

The woman of the couple was fucking gorgeous, blond hair and dark lipstick and killer make up, dark clothes with a gothic kind of vibe with undeniable style, skirt hiked up and a heel on one of the lower shelves. She had her hands on the man, one fisted in his long red hair and the other gripping the back of his jacket, fuck, even her manicure looked perfect. And while she was something to marvel at, you were still drawn to the man currently drawing those sounds from her, hushed, but you could still hear them in the deathly quiet store.

One hand under her thigh, holding her leg up, the other one of the shelves near her head, what you figured was the murder weapon, a bloody knife still clenched in his fist as he fucked into her. He was still mostly dressed, pants barely pulled down enough to get inside of her, his jacket still on, obviously both needing each other right then, and you were unbelievably into the sight of them together.

Her head lolled back, the most delicious sounding moan crossing her lips as her head now rested against one of the shelves and her eyes that were previously closed open, and she caught sight of you. You should have hid a little better. The two of you made eye contact, and you contemplated running, she tugged on the sleeve of his jacket and said, “Chucky-we aren’t alone.”

Fucking God above, her voice.

The man, Chucky apparently, stilled and looked over his shoulder at you, he seemed none too pleased about being interrupted like this if that intense look was anything to go by, could you recall a time you saw eyes more blue than his? Okay, shit, what was wrong with you right now? He looked about ready to pounce and kill you for disturbing this and for catching them post murder and mid-fuck, and you were over here thinking about how fucking good they both looked.

“Seems like we ain’t.” his voice too, yeah, you were in deep trouble.

You were frozen in place still, your mind was racing however, you noticed he clenched that knife tighter, and that beautiful blonde woman looked almost excited and urged him on, “Do it.”

You knew it was do-or-die time, you said quickly, before he could make a move,“I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone!”

A scoff and stifled laughter, your heart is hammering as he rolled his eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, he spoke first, “Oh never heard that one before right, Tiff?”

That wasn’t a good sign. They were both using their names in front of you, uncensored, obviously unconcerned about you identifying them, their intention to kill you is crystal clear.

“Oh yeah, never, ever heard that one. Real original.” He said is so sarcastically as her laughter was dying off. You need to implore them, appeal to their humanity if you have any hope of getting out of this. Yet to this day you still weren’t 100% sure where this next part came from, but you said,“I can help cover this up! I’ll help, so if I talk I’ll be in just as much trouble.”

You said it with such conviction. They shared a look, confused, clearly. She spoke first, this time looking back over to you, “Now that’s one I haven’t heard before.”

“Yeah. Now, why would you want to do somethin’ like that?”

It took a lot of guts to be honest, you weren’t sure what was making you feel so bold, you so weren’t normally like this. I mean, who does this? Stumbling upon a couple who just killed someone and instead of any normal reaction, fear or just anything, you were turned on.

Fuck it. You might die tonight, why not lay it all out there? You had nothing to lose.

“Because I…I want in on this-” You gestured vaguely and cleared your throat, “You know?”

It took a moment for the realization to hit, but yeah, they both knew. He smirked and said, “No, I don’t think I know. Why don’t you tell us?”

Fuck.

They made you spell it out.

It’s hard, but you do as they wanted, you tell them in a rush, “This, I want to be with you…Both of you, I-I want it so badly that I’ll help you cover this up, just let me prove myself, prove I’m worth your time and the trouble.”

Oh, they liked you.

Just from that they liked you, but when they had you between them, cemented it. The way you gasped when Tiffany fingered you and the way you trembled and moaned when Chucky had you bent over and gripping one of the shelves still standing in the pool of blood they had spilled was something special. You were hot and fun, and took direction well too.

Disposing a body with three was also easier than when it’s just them. They kept seeing you, and you just kinda slipped into it, they were already together, and you ended up becoming their third.

They filled you in on what happened that night after the fact, some asshole that they had almost taken out, but he managed to run off, he took off into the backdoor of your store, and they had caught him and killed him right there. You realized your co-worker had left the backdoor open earlier when they took the garbage out which gave the two their way in, you normally scolded said co-worker for such carelessness, but now you were thankful they fucked up that night, or you might have never met them.

So that was how you met.

You had been seeing them for months now, you had essentially moved in. Holidays fast approaching, they had been out earlier doing some shopping, you had been as well, fussing trying to figure out what would be the best to get for them but coming up empty thus far. You had got home before them, had started making dinner when they both came in, you heard bags dropped near the door. You had come out of the kitchen to greet them and noticed the pair of them are a little dishevelled, if it was someone else, someone who was not you, who wasn’t used to looking for those signs they might have missed it.

But not you.

You noticed the smudged flecks of blood and the tension, the overall energy, it was always like this when they came home after another kill. It reminded you of how you met. And the other nights they came home after that kind of thing, it made you squirm.

“Hey sweet thing.”

You loved how she said that when Tiffany greeted you walked over to you first, heels clicking on hardwood and her hands on your face, her gloves felt soft and cold as she kissed you. Your hands reaching out and gripped her coat as you tilted up more into the kiss, fuck, it felt good. She pulled away, hands still on your face, and you were looking into her eyes and she asked, “How was your day?”

“Good.” You responded with a soft smile before asking,“Yours?”

“Wonderful. Better to be home.” She was always so sweet to you, so caring, your gaze broke away, and you saw Chucky there taking his scarf and jacket off and hanging them up. From the body language you could tell just where this was going, you looked back to Tiffany, and she said, “Go to the bedroom, we’ll be in a minute. Okay?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. A quick nod and her hands left you as you scurried off to the bedroom.

Sitting on the bed, waiting like this. It always got to you. It was always intense when they came home after a kill. You didn’t like knowing all the details, but you couldn’t help being curious about it, if you asked they would tell you, but you didn’t always ask.

Curiosity got the better of you tonight.

Soon you were pressed between the two of them, not in a dissimilar fashion to how you were that first night and so many others afterwards. Tiffany was behind you, leaning against the headboard, her fingertips tracing lightly over exposed skin, and you had your back to her chest as your pants were being pulled off by Chucky. You could go on and on about Tiffany’s beauty, but there was something about him that couldn’t be ignored either. Something about the look in his eyes or how he spoke to you, his hair, maybe it was all of it that made him so attractive to you? A deep breath from you before you asked quietly, “How’d it go this time?”

You knew they hadn’t planned on doing anything like that when they went out today, but sometimes things just happened, it was supposed to just be shopping, not slashing more than just prices. They loved to tell you, Chucky in particular liked it, he liked it best when you asked during these times, clothes being stripped away as they touched you. He liked how much you squirmed, almost ashamed by how much you wanted to hear about it while they did this.

Holiday shopping could always get crazy, some asshole pissed Chuck off, not like that was hard to do, and it was easy enough to get him into an alley and of course he had his knife on him and that was that. You had been stripped by this point, re-positioned, on your knees, Tiffany still leaning into your back, whispering in your ear as her hand was between your legs, touching you softly, fingers stroking through your folds, “Always get so wet when we tell you about it.”

“Mmm they must really like it.” Chucky mused.

They both liked to tease you about how into this you were and that always made it worse, made you want to hide your face and your head dipped down and Chucky didn’t like that. Grabbed by your hair, head forced back up making you look at him in the eyes and he asked, “Do you like it?”

Tiffany stopped touching you causing you to whine, she kissed your temple and she said low, “C’mon, if you want more, you gotta answer him.”

You squirmed and Tiffany slipped her other hand around to palm one of your breasts as encouragement, you forced it out, saying, “Yes I-I like it.”

That was what he wanted to hear, it made him smirk, so smug and self-satisfied, he kept gripping your hair as he pulled you down, you had one hand around him, had been stroking him while they had told you about it, and now he wanted more. You wanted to give and give as much as they gave to you, your mouth opening and tongue running over the head of his cock as you kept looking up at him, and Tiffany resumed touching you. Once you slipped his head past your lips he sucked a harsh inhale through his teeth and as Tiffany’s skilled fingers circled your clit you moaned against him and fuck, it all just felt right.

Being shared by them was fucking amazing. You loved the dynamic of it all. Particularly for moments like this.

You had been going at your own pace but good ol’ Chuck had gotten tired of that, pulling you towards him with his hand still on your head and his hips thrusting forward into your mouth, being rough and taking his pleasure how he wanted it from you, Tiffany touching you and being so sweet and soft, encouraging. “You take it so well, sweetheart, look at you.”

One hand stroking down your back gently as she had two fingers fucking in and out of you, one particularly hard thrust into your mouth made you gag a little and that made Tiff click her tongue disapprovingly and speak up, “Why are you always so rough with them?”

A laugh from him, another thrust, harder, another gag from you and he responded, “What? They like it! Don’tcha?”

A hard pull on your hair, another thrust that made your eyes roll back, and you clenched down on Tiffany’s fingers with a nod. You did love it, adored the dichotomy of the two of them being with you at once, “See?”

The look on his face, once again, smug as hell, a shit eating grin, he knew the effect he could have on you, how much him being so hard on you while Tiffany showed you such softness and affection, got to you. He could feel it in every look and action, every single touch and movement.

You swear you could feel Tiffany roll her eyes behind you, her thumb rubbed over your clit as her fingers curled inside of you, making you whine all over again as she said, “Asshole.”

You weren’t sure why, but you loved how they talked to each other, the light kind of teasing they did, banter and name-calling, sometimes a little too harsh, yet you could tell the undeniable love under the surface.

Such a mess by this point, drool running down your chin from the throat fucking, hair messier from how Chucky had been holding it, deep purple lipstick marks left over your skin from Tiffany kissing you. There was mess on your thighs, shaking, already very needy.

“She ready?”

You were. She asked, “Mmm you want it sweetie?” You nodded once, mouth still stuffed full of cock, and that is how you ended up now.

This right here was one of your favourites. On your hands and knees, getting fucked, strong hands on your hips, pulling you back onto him as your face was buried between your girlfriend’s thighs. Tiffany loved how hard you tried, it was difficult to maintain a good rhythm when you were being split open on his cock like this, but you were getting better and better at it. How you moaned against her dripping pussy was hot as Hell for her, not to mention how fun it was to watch you struggle to continue to please her, your tongue slipping up through her folds and over her twitching clit.

I mean, it was easy to see why you loved it so much, she tasted amazing and every sigh and moan you could pull from her sounded nothing short of divine. Tiffany was insanely talented with her own mouth and fingers, you only hoped you could give back half of what she did to you.

It was impossible to get over how lucky you felt, how spoiled you were, you had every single thing you could ever want. You were truly endlessly grateful.

“Look so fuckin’ good.” Of course Chucky wasn’t going to complain about the view, his two favourite people in his life, spread in front of them, buried to the hilt in you as your hands were on Tiffany’s outer thighs as you shivered and moaned and ate her out.

“Mmmf the best.” Tiffany confirmed, her praise meant the world to you, looking up to her, tongue running over her clit again with another moan, and it was so arousing to you that you clenched down again drawing a moan from the man behind you.

It always seemed to work out like that, it was easy for the three of you, all feeding off of each other, it often happened, someone doing something to someone else and the reaction it pulled adding to it, making it hotter, made it feel better. And so it went.

It usually played out like this, Chucky would love to have you first, make you a mess, almost forcing you to cum for him, pulling you over that edge like it was some kind of race. You would be left sore and well stretched, he was rough as always, and after he had cum inside you, he would watch as Tiffany had you. He would relax totally amused, cigarette in hand as Tiffany would play with you, much softer and sweeter, she wouldn’t be rough as you helped prep the strap-on, not like it needed much when your pussy was stuffed with cum.

“Such a good mouth.” She praised, and she would gently pull you away, your mouth sliding off of the strap-on with a wet and audible pop, and she would lie you down and kiss you so sweetly as she lined up and filled you.

Your thighs on either side of her hips as she was on top of you, and she would make you cum too of course, the build slow and gentle and damn intense in a different kind of way, and she’d be praising you all along the way.

Or it would be that way until Chucky had enough of just watching and got his hands into the toy box. Having her fuck you while he would use a vibrator on you was nearly too much to handle and they both knew it, the way you would squirm and twitch was too good to pass up, and the way it would make Tiffany lose control just a little bit and get a tad rougher was more than welcome.

You knew the dinner preparations you had started earlier would be no good, there was no way they were close to done with you. You could always order in later, you supposed.

It was truly a blessing and a curse having two partners, it usually meant no rest for you, one could take it easy until the other was ready for more, not to mention when they were both using you at once.

Both of them had such presence and had such strong personalities, they seemed to fight often but again when it came to you?

Sharing came easy.

#Charles Lee Ray x reader #Tiffany Ray Valentine x reader #poly!Chiffany x reader #BHF writing #Slasher x reader #Do-Over-Decemeber.

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Why Bluey x Jean-Luc Works

So! Sense I've been in a Blueluc mood as of late, I'd like to make an extensive post on why I love this pairing, and why it works so well!

(Please note this is my personal opinion, and isn't meant to attack or shame other shippers who don't ship this pairing!)

Now! Let's begin!

First off, where did this pairing even begin?

Blueluc started after Jean-luc's first debut in the episode, Camping. His first and only major role in the show-- but this single episode was enough to spark one of the most popular ships in the Bluey fandom!

The first thing we learn about Jean-luc is that he speaks French and cannot understand English, but despite this language barrier, it doesn't deter these two from playing together and instantly hitting it off! They immediately start to connect without even understanding a word of what the other is saying.

It's just the fact that they connect and bond so fast and become such close buddies in such a short time span, if they get along that well in just a few days, who knows how much further their relationship could go and grow if they were able to spend more time with eachother.

A thing to take notice is we see the two build a little make-shift hut, and to me, feels like a metaphor of building a home together. Now it could be reachy but it's definitely something to take note of! They made something special together, something only for them.

But that isn't the only thing I'd like to point out--

Second case in point-- the touches--

These two are already so comfortable holding hands and making physical contact even after, what? A day or two? For most people it can take a few weeks, even months or years to be this comfortable with physical contact like this-- now yes, they are kids and kids usually don't really care but even so, it's still a big leap even for people their age--

Plus, it's just so adorable-- look at them!! Little bbys!! Holding hands!!

Another thing I'd love to point out is the tree and how it's a metaphor of their growing relationship.

While I could be reaching with the building-a-home metaphor, this one is undeniable meant to be a visual representation of their relationship with eachother, as it holds such a large role in the episode, but I'll go more into detail later after it's done growing!

For now, let's take a moment to point out why they get along so well, and how it'd work for any romantic relationship that may form for their future.

As we all know, Bluey is a bit bossy when she plays games with other kids-- that trait likely stems from the fact that she's a Heeler, a herding dog, which could explain why she feels the need to take charge.

And not to throw shade, but her personality type just doesn't mesh well with someone like Mackenzies-- they're both hard headed, stubborn and feel the need to take charge when they can. That headstrong attitude just wouldn't work well for a serious relationship.

But it does work for someone like Jean-luc, who was more than happy to follow along with her games, simply just wanting to play and have fun, not even being told what to do-- just saw that Bluey was collecting sticks and went to help her and play with her.

I'm not saying that he's a "follower" by any means, but I am saying is that he's willing to accommodate with her, a true gentleman I must say! Just a wittle sweetie!

(Plus again, they got so close so quickly and easily--)

And that's not to say Bluey doesn't do the same in return! Again, she can get pretty bossy when she plays, so I think it's worth pointing out how well she handled the minor miscommunications she has with Jean-luc is a pretty big thing for her-- instead of getting upset at Jean-luc or stop playing with them because they can't understand eachother, she instead shrugs it off, and comes up with a way where they can both understand eachother via the drawing on the rock!

She was willing to think of a different way to communicate and get over their misunderstanding so Jean-luc could get it. Most people don't do that, especially for someone they've only known for around a week--

Now, let's talk about THIS scene, now this? This just simply broke my heart on first watch, and even harder on rewatches--

It truly amazes me how they fit so much genuinely good chemistry between two characters in the span of a single episode that most shows can't even do in the span of 2 seasons--

The writers truly out did themselves, there's a good reason so many people cry at this scene and after--

Speaking of after! The time skip!

Now ik many debate if this scene is even canon but there isn't any indicator it isn't a flash forward, so I'd say it very much happened.

Now remember that tree I was talking about earlier? Here's where we pick up where that left off--

It shows that their relationship stayed strong even when they were apart, the tree fully grown and in bloom, symbolizing how their relationship only grew with time, even as they got older.

It's one of my favorite aspects about the episode, and my favorite piece of symbolism for these two.

I could go on and on about them and why their relationship just simply works, but I think just simply watching the episode will do all the talking for me-- that and the fact this is the most popular ship in the fandom lol--

But I think I've made all my points clear! If you'd like to discuss further, go for it!

Thank you for reading!

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demonichikikomori · 1 month

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!!!!!! Epel luring you in!!!! 😳😮☺️ aaaaaaaa yess! Having sleepovers and you don't wear a bra and he's trying to sneak a peak while you're sleeping, looking through your panty drawer, your towel goes missing while showering and Epel insists he'll look away while you come to grab a new one--!

But also... being oblivious to him being a man at first until you start catching small things. Overhearing someone asking him why he's dressed as a girl again before Epel tells them to mind their own business. Catching small glimpses of his body that are undeniably masculine enough it's rare to see on women. Small moments where he let's the act drop. And the one time you caught him growing hard in those short shorts, cementing his true gender in your mind. You don't know why he hasn't told you he's a guy, but you've fallen for him so you keep playing along for now.

Until one day, out in the apple tree orchard. You slip or something scares you, but you end up on the ground and in Epel's arms. He's making a little fun of you while comforting you when you see his bulge growing noticeable. You look into his eyes and you have this moment where you just love him so much you are gonna do something stupid. Your hand slips under his shirt and he flinches. As you're fingers reach for his nipples, you straddle his hips and grind yourself down on him. Poor Epel is confused and aroused at the same time, not knowing you've figured out his his game (gender wise at least) for a while, and now you're all over him looking up at him through dazed eyes and whimpering out his name-

It's a false sense of security with Epel! I feel like no matter what I always perceive him as a sleeze? He's a lil' slimy but he's still so cute so you can't help but forgive him ya feel? Maybe he was checking out your underwear... But he was only squealing about how he was jelly of your sense of style!! ... After you go to sleep his sniffing the dirty kind heheh!~!

Epel is very good at concealing his true gender until he gets comfortable. Too comfortable. His voice dropping when he gets mad. His muscles becoming more prominent when it gets too hot. Him casually lifting his top to wipe the sweat from his face... Oh my god if someone questioned him... He would be so terrifying...

Imagine with me:

It's late at night and you get up for a glass of water. You hear someone speaking with Epel about what HE is doing is strange. I think he would threaten violence, going as far as to tell the person they would make excellent compost in the orchard if they told you the truth.

God forbid men have hobbies.

Seeing him get hard one summer day is something he would run off to rethink his so far working plan. How can he explain that to you?! He might try to pass it off as his shorts were starched and it was only a ripple in his jeans. He's still the country girl you know and love!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!!!!

The special day in the orchard is when everything comes unraveled. He can tell you love him either way, and he loves you too. But he wishes he was a little more honest. But he had fun while it lasted and he liked that you were playing along, even after you found out. I think after that heated moment of passion under the summer sun in the apple orchard, he would continue his time as a girl.

At least, until you left Harveston without him for whatever reason. Don't worry though! When you return to see him...

His lavender hair is long and pulled into long pigtails, and he greets you in a lovely white sundress and that cute straw hat you met him in!~! "Welcome back!" His voice is so soft and sweet, and his nails are perfectly painted as he opens his arms for you to run into.

Girl bestfriends? Nah, my boyfriend is just a cute girl!~! I... I might draw this stuff later... I hope you guys don't mind...

#ask the devil #epel felmier propaganda #epel felmier x reader

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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Stranded

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @roguesknights

The Request:

Could I request Jack x reader where the reader is marooned on the island with him? Sorry if I requested this already, I can't remember if I did!

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You had lost track of time to recount how long you’ve been shipwrecked and stranded on a seemingly remoted island with none other than Jack Sparrow.

Unlike Jack, you had better survival skills for things like these and Jack didn’t like how you seemed to be so well organized and prepared as if this is something you’ve often gone through. The whole time, Jack is constantly digging at you with a little cruelty that because you ‘think you’re smarter then everyone else’ as he so boldly puts it, but you say otherwise.

“No, Jack. I’m not smarter than everyone else. I’m just a little more stubborn.”

As before, Jack blew off that statement of truth right in your face before walking away, leaving you with whatever it was you were doing.

Jack later returns with a small the branch in hand, looking as though he was using it as support for walking. You were soon to learn of the true intention once your briefly interrupted when Jack Sparrow starts drawing in the sand between you, making a clean cut line between the both of you, explaining to you what it represented at the same time.

“What are you, five?” You say sarcastically.

“Just stay on your side of the island and I’ll stay on mine. Don’t cross this line.” He scoffs.

You give it right back to him, sticking out your tongue as he walks away from you.

Over the next couple of days since you’ve been shipwrecked, you’ve been undeniably doing well while Jack on the other hand, didn’t seem to be doing too hot. Each moment of his own time, did he not fail to spare a seconds glance at you when he thought you weren’t looking over his way. But you were from the corner of your eyes, but it had gone unnoticed by Jack Sparrow. When Jack saw how well you seem to be holding up, fending for yourself, he started regretting drawing the line and for the childish actions he laid out on you that day, however long ago that was, neither of you could recall on the timing.

However, it really didn’t sink in until he saw that finished a boat you entirely up of thick branches and leaves. Seeing that you were about to pop open a brand new bottle of rum, rum being something that Jack Sparrow had been craving since being stranded, to celebrate your achievements. You were about to take the first swig before Jack realizes you were planning to leave, possibly without him and he didn’t want to be left alone. Of course, Jack Sparrow wants to go with you and knows he would have to give his best apology whilst admitting he was wrong for his childish actions/behavior. When Jack becomes the first to say something once he makes it over to you, you couldn’t help but be a little surprised when you know that you shouldn’t.

Just by what Jack Sparrow says.

“You’re not going to drink that without sharing it with me, are ya?”

“How’d you know? Because that would be crossing the line now, wouldn’t it?”

Jack looks down at his feet, his eyes traveling to the line he drew in the sand. A line to which he miraculously sees still remains in the soft sand, that should no longer exist. Jack takes a step forward before using his foot to erase the line as he moves on like it was never there in the first place.

Jack then steps forward, reaching his hand out for the bottle in your hand.

“Please?”

You decide to have a little fun and act like you weren’t going to give into his pleading, making it look like you’re going to have it all to yourself.

You couldn’t resist a chuckle at the mortified look on Jack’s face as it fell, before grinning like you’re plotting something, handing it over to the strange pirate. Once Jack hands the bottle back over, he asks you about leaving the island together.

“Nice boat… you’re not going anywhere without me are ya?”

The amused look on your face caught his attention rather quickly.

“You’re not…! Are you?”

Now he was really nervous, and you could tell that he was truly scared you might leave him behind and move on without giving him a second thought.

You shook your head as if to say ‘no’ and that seemed to relieve him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

That had become the day you both rescued yourselves from the remote island, an isle you’ve given a name to go by.

“Hell’s Island”

Because it truly was hell.

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@savvythepirate

Requests: OPEN

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thedeathlysallows · 1 year

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Roseanna

Summary: No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, but fleeing to Volterra, Italy probably isn’t a good idea.

Pairing: Roseanna Swan x Felix Volturi; Roseanna Swan x Paul Lahote

Ch. 5

Roseanna feels her blood go cold in her veins as panic sits heavy in her stomach. “What are you talking about?”

“It started when the blood-“ Paul stumbles over his own words, interrupting himself with a cough. “The Cullens. It started when the Cullens came back.”

Roseanna scoffs. “Oh, you’re so full of shit, Paul. You blame them for everything and half the time they aren’t even involved. Remember that really bad storm we got a year ago? Whose fault was that again? Oh, right, it was the Cullens’ for having the nerve to live a town over from you.”

“But Bella is in trouble. Maybe not in this exact moment, but-”

“What?!” Roseanna tries her best to keep her voice from turning to a shriek. “You call me and tell me my sister is in danger after everything that just happened with her and Edward, only to backtrack two sentences later?! Un-fucking-believable. God, I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to be with you!”

Paul is silent for a few seconds before speaking, his voice dangerously low, almost nearing a growl. “How would you know if I’m lying or not? You aren’t even here. You ran away like a little girl after I broke your heart, didn’t you? Poor little Rosie. The big bad wolf was mean to her. News flash, princess, we never would’ve lasted anyway.” The smirk in his voice is undeniable when he says, “fooling around with the Sheriff’s perfect oldest daughter was pretty fun, though.”

“You’re a bastard.”

“What’s new there?”

Quiet settles over the line as Paul and Roseanna wait to see who draws blood next. Both of them were always more than a bit temperamental, Roseanna inheriting the worst traits of her mother, and Paul inheriting the worst traits of his own family. Both of them were always more than a bit temperamental, but they always kept each other out of the crossfire.

Out of the corner of her eye, Roseanna can see Felix staring at her unblinking. It’s unnerving, something she still hasn’t grown accustomed to. She’s about to end the conversation with Paul and go back to Felix when Paul asks the one thing she’s been wondering herself:

“What happened to us Rosie?”

“I don’t know. Maybe… maybe we just grew up?” All the bitterness Roseanna had been holding rushes out of her in one breath. “You’re right. We never would’ve lasted.”

“You really think that?”

“Do you?” Roseanna waits for Paul to answer, sighing when he never does. “I’ll take that as a yes. Paul, look, we broke up. You don’t have to worry about me anymore and I don’t really want you to. It’ll only lead us down a dark road. I’m not really into the lovers to enemies trope.”

“Then which trope are you into?”

“Lovers to strangers, preferably.”

“I can’t do that. You’re my best friend even if you aren’t my girlfriend.”

Roseanna’s throat constricts and she has to blink back tears. “I can’t be your best friend. Not after all this. I’m moving on like you are.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Just like that Paul’s anger returns full force. “There’s no way you’ve already met someone else.”

“And why is that so unbelievable?”

“Bella said you were going to work on yourself, not hop on another dick.”

“I’ll hop on whatever dick I want to.” Her cheeks flair red when she hears Felix chuckle happily. “Shut up, Paul!”

“Oh, that’s real mature. We were too close to having a real conversation, huh?”

Rather than answer and keep going in circles, Roseanna hangs up her phone, resisting the urge to smash it into the nearest object. Was he always such an asshole? Did she just miss all the signs? Is this what their relationship is going to be? Hitting each other where it hurts every single time they interact?

“That went as well as it could have, I think,” Felix says as Roseanna moves robotically to the bookshelf on the other side of the bedroom. He watches her carefully, noticing the way her eyes are glazed over and how shallow her breathing is. “Roseanna?”

“Hm?” She looks at him in surprise. Like she’s just noticing him. “Oh, uh, yeah.”

Felix taps the arm of the couch with one long pointer finger, his others curling tightly into the fabric. “I see it’s up to me to state the obvious: his attempt to manipulate you was lazy at best, narcissistic at worst, yes?”

“Yes.” But still… “Maybe I should call Bella.”

“No.”

Roseanna looks at Felix. Really looks at him. He answered very quickly and with none of his usual playfulness or flirtation. “Why? Felix, what do you know?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes tightly. The day had been so nice up until now. “It’s nothing to worry about, I promise.”

“But there is something?”

“It’s nothing to do with your sister.”

Roseanna walks back over to the couch and lowers herself to sit beside him. His eyes are bright from a recent feed, he never leaves himself alone with her unless his hunger is mostly satisfied, and he doesn’t flinch away from her gaze. Eyes are the window to the soul and he’s never bothered to hide from her. So…

“Why don’t I believe you?” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “What are you hiding from me?”

Felix isn’t pleased with the unspoken accusation. “I’m many things, my love- a soldier first and foremost. I can’t betray Aro.”

Roseanna scoffs, looking away to hide the hurt. “So this is the life I’m destined for, I guess. Every man in my life answers to some higher power that I’ll always play second fiddle to. Do you understand how frustrating it is? To be a secondary character in my own life? Always left behind in the dark because someone else has something more important going on?”

Felix slides closer to her, putting one hand on her shoulder and letting the other rest on her thigh. “It’s only while you remain human.”

And there it is.

Roseanna always prided herself on her adaptability. Mostly because she could just pretend whatever situation she was in wasn’t real. Like this entire situation with the Volturi. It just isn’t real. She’s on vacation in Italy, sure, but she wasn’t kidnapped. Felix isn’t real either. No matter how badly she wants him to be real, he just isn’t. Vampires aren’t real. None of it is real, just a passing dream she’ll wake up from any minute now. The last two weeks of her life have only been a dream.

“You’re panicking.” Felix looks at her worriedly. He can hear her heartbeat speeding up erratically and all the color is quickly fading from her face.

“This isn’t real,” she chants as the room spins around her. “You aren’t real. Vampires aren’t real.”

Felix is taken aback when Roseanna shoves at him, crying hysterically. He tries to calm her, but no amount of sweet names or reassuring whispers helps. Eventually, the darkness comes, though. It always comes. Roseanna collapses in his arms, but it’s okay. She’s okay. This is just a dream.

#felix volturi #felix volturi imagine #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #volturi fanfiction

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myassbrokethefall · 7 months

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xf rewatch: squeeze and conduit

(As if this wasn't already apparent, I'll warn you that any off-the-cuff posts I manage to spew out as I rewatch are going to be rambly, unorganized and rudderless. I am tagging all of these "xf rewatch rambling." And I will be kind to us all and put in a cut.)

Eps 3 and 4, and we're still building some real foundational XF DNA here. Squeeze of course is our first MOTW and it's all nicely laid out for us: Colton and the jackass squad are all like, hurrrr it's ol spooky mulder he thinks a flying saucer did the murders, and even Scully is like, so whaddya think, these are the stretchy fingerprints of ALIENS? And it gives him a great opportunity to say, please Scully, I have range, we don't ONLY do UFO episodes cases on this show in this basement, sometimes we might have a "week" where we are investigating a "monster"! That will keep us busy!

It's also really interesting to see Mulder interact with the rest of the federal law enforcement universe for the first time, and how he plays into it in a smartass way, but how it really is relentless (with Colton in particular like physically blocking him from the crime scene even before he calls off the stakeout). Mulder doesn't get really mad about it until it gets to the point where he knows they've let a killer go and no one will listen to him about that. He's just such a fundamentally Good man, and it's a lovely thing to once again see through Scully's eyes how he is not the unreasonable one here, that despite his willingness to connect the dots to make a picture that is Beyond the Realm of Science, he IS, in fact, connecting dots, he's not just making shit up, and none of these dudes making fun of him are actually listening to him. I am loving watching how they draw his character in these early days.

Then with Conduit we're back into UFO stuff and it's our first Gordon/Gansa ep. This is the first episode I don't know like the back of my hand, although I remember it pretty well (and I don't know Squeeze AS well as Pilot and DT). It is quite solid, and MUCH more based on Carl Sagan's Contact than I remembered. As I rambled to a friend earlier today and will now do here again probably even less coherently, this whole thing was great for me until it falls apart at the end with the pieces of paper forming the portrait of Ruby. Despite this being a nifty reveal, the portrait is just SO GOOFY!!, and it is just a step too far for me. The aliens are sending numbers through the TV to Ruby's little brother — sure. And he's compelled to write them down and they turn out to be, in binary, the aliens repeating back to the humans what they've heard in transmissions from Earth, in what is assumed to be a way of reaching out or saying hello (this is what happens in Contact). I love all that, it's very spooky, it's a fun side-swerve when M&S get interrogated by the NSA because Kevin was accidentally transcribing top-secret military info, and it is undeniably a great moment when Scully goes upstairs and looks down and has the realization that it's a picture of Ruby. But... how can the 1s and 0s be BOTH encrypted satellite transmissions AND the precise sequence that makes a physical picture of Ruby's face? Also, is it like, a school portrait? Why is she smiling so hard? Did the aliens tell her to smile and snap a photo of her on the spaceship? Are they reading Kevin's mind and that's how he pictures her, with a giant cheeseball grin? It just kind of falls apart for me and it is silly enough that it breaks the momentum of the episode.

On the other hand, I get that they wanted to make it unequivocal that the aliens were communicating to Kevin about Ruby specifically — and to make that explicit tie between this situation and Mulder's memories, as expressed in the hypnosis in the (very emotional) last scene, about Samantha's abduction: the voice saying that she's ok and she'll be returned to him. This is a touching consistency that I never really picked up on before, that it is the aliens' MO when abducting a kid to make an effort to let a nearby loved one know that they don't have to worry. So working instructions for how to arrange the papers on the living room floor into their tv transmissions in order to make a giant Sears portrait of Ruby is another way of delivering this ultimately benevolent, hopeful message, I guess.

You couldn't keep it this way indefinitely, but I really do feel wistful about these early days when there was such a sense of wonder with the possibility of aliens, and so much unknown, before it all got bogged down in super soldiers and magnetite and consortiums and viruses and black oil and impregnating people with science against their will. You can FEEL Mulder's agitation and urgency in wanting to get Ruby's story and his agony at being blocked from it, and yet also understand Darlene's refusal to let this crazy-sounding stuff that has branded her a kook her whole life define her daughter's life as well. Just good stuff.

I will note though that there have been 4 episodes here so far, 3 of them dealing with UFOs, and in all 3 of those they have done the thing where you think you're seeing UFO lights and then it turns out to be a vehicle Very Much Of This Earth. I think you could give that one a rest for a little while, show.

Let's get real, this is all prelude to Jersey Devil, up next. Yeah baby.

#xf rewatch rambling #squeeze #conduit #you wouldn't shoot a unarmed man wouldja copper

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starlightrows · 2 years

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4 — Bittersweet

Hiding In Plain Sight

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Morning after awkwardness, descriptions of war and a battle, character death, early stages of grief, healthy coping skills

Summary: You and Wolffe come to an arrangement, and The Pack’s first real mission is an emergency in a familiar location

“Oh shit”

“I uh… I don’t think anyone saw us” you sit up and try to start getting your things together “I don’t think anyone is back from the event yet, if I hurry–”

“Wait” he cuts you off, sitting up too. You turn back to look at him, pulling up your panties and covering your breasts. “I don’t want you to run off and feel like this was a mistake”

“But wasn’t it?” you ask “If we get caught… if anyone finds out… they will court martial you”

“They might” he agrees “But I don’t regret anything. I would do it all again”

That stops you in your tracks. Standing there in your undergarments, looking at him with a surprised and slightly sad expression on your face. “You would?”

He would. He absolutely would. True he hasn’t known many people outside of his brothers, but he’s never met anyone like you. It’s not just that you’re beautiful, because you are beautiful. It’s your sense of humor, your friendly yet discerning disposition, your acceptance and fealty to this team, your talent as a medic, and your undeniable attraction to him in return. “In a heartbeat”

“So where do we go from here?” you ask, sitting back down on his bed.

“I don’t know. You’re right, no one can ever find out. But I don’t want to pretend this never happened” he says

“So we don’t. When we’re on duty, things are normal. I think you and I are both more than capable of keeping our work and personal lives separate” you start “But when we’re off duty… we’ll figure something out. Find a way somehow”

“I don’t think there is a better option than that at this point” he agrees. You’re both quiet for a moment, taking in the reality of how difficult this could prove to be… but also how exciting it is to have a secret.

“I probably should sneak back to my own room before anyone gets back” you say with a bit of heat in your cheeks

“Suppose it wouldn’t be good if we got caught 5 minutes into hiding in plain sight” he chuckles, standing up and putting his undershorts back on, while you work on getting your dress back on. He steps in front of you once you have your dress back up over your shoulders, and helps you zip it back up on the side. He stands there for a moment, gazing at you in your gorgeous dress. A slight smirk quirks his lips upwards, as he draws a hand up to your face to brush his thumb over your cheek. He leans down just a bit and kisses you, just to cement in his mind that this is real.

He pulls away, adjusts your hair and sends you on your way. Luckily you don’t have far to go and it’s a straight shot back to your quarters. Once you were alone and behind closed doors, you had to sit there and take a minute. Stars you wish you could write this down or take a holo image of yourself with your make up all smeared to prove this wasn’t just a dream in the morning. But writing it down or even taking a holo image would be proof to others as well, this is one secret that can not get out.

In the morning, life resumes as normal. You actually found it really wasn’t difficult at all to keep things professional with Wolffe in front of the others. It certainly helped that this morning’s training was in no way fun or sexy. Endurance training with double weighted packs to simulate having to carry out a civilian or fallen soldier. By lunch you were exhausted, sweaty, and grumpy about having to continue your day with desk work instead of taking the big nap your body wanted. No, instead you had piles and piles of paperwork sitting on your desk. A glamorous lifestyle to be sure. But all day long, your hip bones had a bit of an ache to them. That was all the proof you needed that last night happened.

You were worried that it would be more difficult to “act natural” around the men in the evening. Even though everyone is technically always on duty unless on shore leave, the evening does tend to be when your battalion has down time. Usually they all crowd together in the barracks to play sabacc or in the mess hall to eat together, you are almost always there with them unless the day’s paperwork forces you to work long into the night. But when you and Wolffe turn up to join the others for dinner, nothing is different. Maybe this could work out after all.

That evening when everyone goes back to the barracks you and Wolffe wander back to the officers quarters together. You wonder for a moment if you should try to sneak into someone's room together again? But when you reach the concourse that separates the two of you there are other officers milling about. You glance over at Wolffe, he glances back at you. Nope. Not tonight. Too risky.

“Goodnight Commander” you nod

“Captain” he responds, the two of you turn away from one another and walk to your respective rooms. It really was too easy to pull it off without any sort of difficulty or hiccup, but at least you both proved that you can keep it together in front of others. You go to bed that night, dreaming of the night before. His lips trailing down your neck, his hands squeezing your tits, the firmness of his abdomen and stars above his –

Suddenly you are torn from sleep by both a frantic knocking at your door and your com device blaring at you. You blink awake and stumble out of bed in your sleeping shorts and t-shirt, swiping your com device to answer it and wrench the door open at the same time. It’s Wolffe, hastily latching his armor over his black fatigues with a serious look on his face.

“What the hell is going on?” you growl, not even looking at him, trying to get your com device to shut up.

“You’re needed in command, right now” he says. You’re about to protest when you see the chain codes that have been blowing up your com device. Several members of the war counsel that govern this base are requesting your presence immediately.

“I’ll be right there” you tell him

“I’ll make a pot of caf and get the men up, I have a feeling we’re going back to Eris” he grumbles walking away from your door

You don’t really take stock of what he said, only that he was making a pot of caf. You pull on your uniform and get your hair up to regulation standards in record time and glance at the chronometer just before you leave. 2:56am is too god damn early to be having a crisis.

You make it to the command center and find it buzzing with military officials, not unlike the other day. All of them have cups of caf in hand, but none of them seem to be drinking any. Do these psychos just never sleep? Wolffe steps into the room behind you and closes the door, handing you a fresh cup of caf, just the way you like it.

You give him a sidelong glance. The I don’t want to fucking be here kind of eyes.

He raises an eyebrow, and you can see the barest hints of dark circles under his eyes. Yeah, neither kind of eyes.

The meeting is called to order. You and Wolffe are informed that the Separatists have returned to Eris and mounted a full scale invasion to gain control of the planet and its resources. Several attack battalions and full legion groups have already been deployed. The 104th is being deployed to the epicenter of the invasion, the region capital, to facilitate evacuation of civilians.

That wakes you right up. The people you met on Eris, while not representative of all the regions on the planet, were not fighters. The thought of those kind and welcoming people being subjected to the hostilities of an invasion, makes your stomach twist itself in knots. The two of you are dismissed from the meeting, and ordered to get your squadron ready to depart immediately.

By the time the two of you make it to the barracks all eight men are awake, armored up, and getting together the last of the gear bags. Slush tosses you your medical pack as the men file out of the barracks and start heading towards the hangar where General Plo is waiting to join you.

“Are you copiloting for me this morning Captain?” he asks, still chipper and bright despite the early wake up call

“Promise not to crash the ship” you ask, sipping your caf

“I did not crash the ship!” He says indignantly

“Alright alright, it’s too early to bicker” you relent. You finish your caf and ditch the disposable cup before boarding the ship. Once the doors close, and the engines are on, it’s all business. The flight back to Eris feels like it takes no time at all, because you barely have time to get anxious about what you’re about to fly into before the ship is dropping out of hyperspace into a battle.

Slush goes into evasive action, avoiding the Separatists battleship by speeding off towards the planet’s surface by using the Republic Cruiser as a screen. The coordinates you were provided with by the war counsel will take you down to the planet’s surface, just outside the capital city of Eris in a region far away from where the pack had landed before.

It is utter chaos down there. The ships firing on each other are visible in the daylight against the sky. Droids march on the capital and fire on the civilians with no regard for taking prisoners or minimizing damage. This is less of an invasion and more of a genocide. Sinker, Boost and Cinder spring into action, firing back on the droids on the ground. Comet climbs on top of the ship to get a vantage point and starts calling out what direction reinforcements are coming from, taking shots with a long range rifle when he can. Jag and Slush start directing civilians into the city gates, while Mav and Cricket do a perimeter sweep. General Plo stands out front with the men, using his lightsaber to defect in coming blaster bolts. Wolffe makes contact with the war counsel to update them on the situation on the ground, and you start setting up a triage sight to help the wounded inside the walls.

Wolffe joins you at the triage, where you are ordering able bodied civilians to help move the injured in doors. He yanks you aside,

“We’re about to get a massive influx of civilians into this city with clankers on their heels” he tells you

“This is about to be a bloodbath sir” you wipe the sweat off your brow

“The war counsel is sending in attack battalions to flank them from behind, but we need to buy them time and get as many people behind these walls” he grunts, glancing back towards the pack.

“We’ll do everything we can sir” you nod

People pour into the city through the gates. The sounds of blaster fire, people calling out for help or loved ones, others howling in pain as you and the few volunteer medics and nurses attempt to treat their wounds. It feels never ending.

Suddenly there is a massive and cacophonous sound that tears away your focus from the patient you’re attempting to get situated. You turn to look over your shoulder only to see the wall of droids that seem to materialize from the dark spaces between the trees. Your heart drops. If those droids breach the walls, all the civilians that fled here to be safe will be like fish in a barrel. You leave your patient in the hands of one of the more skilled healers that’s volunteered to help, and sprint for the front gate, drawing your own blaster to start returning fire with your squadron.

“Where’s our back up?” you holler

“Coms are down, we’re in the blind here” Wolffe shouts over the noise

“Commander” General Plo address Wolffe, “If we are to save the people that already made it this far, we need to close the gates and engage the city’s defensive measures”

“Yes sir” Wolffe barks “Round up the stragglers boys, we need to close those gates!”

Half of the men peel off and start ushering civilians inside, while the others close ranks and continue firing on the enemy. But it’s not enough, the droids just keep coming and the there are too many civilians to move to get the job done quickly.

“What we need is a gap. Just a couple minutes where we could have more of the men moving the civilians and to get the door closed” you observe

“I’m open to suggestions Captain” General Plo says

“Cinder!” You yell over the noise

“Captain?” he looks back towards you from where he just deposited an elderly woman within the city walls

“I need you to get me a bomb. Something we can laugh behind their line to create a gap in their waves” you tell him. He thinks your just a moment

“Uuhh… yeah… yeah I could do that” he nods.

You yank the blaster out of his hands, “Go!” you order him sternly

He nods and darts into the city walls to have a safe enough spot to take off his pack and start assembling a remote detonated explosive. He returns a few minutes later holding a terrifying looking contraption and a remote control.

“I’ll have Comet use the rocket launcher to get it behind their lines Captain” he says, heading over towards the ship to give the bomb to Comet. You hope this will work, but know that you have to coordinate with the rest of the pack if it stands a chance.

“Commander, tell the men to be ready to stop firing, move the last of civilians, and pull the doors closed from the inside. Comet is going to launch a bomb behind their lines to give us time” you explain quickly

“Will it work?” He asks

“It’s going to have to sir. We don’t have another option” you shake your head. He gives you a nod, if you say it will work, he trusts you. He turns his head to address the men.

“Sinker Boost, be ready to cease fire and get inside on my mark. Jag Slush get those civilians in those gates. Cinder Comet, the second you launch, get out of there and over the wall. Mav Cricket, be ready to pull the doors closed from the inside when everyone’s in. Captain, pull the General and get back to the triage sight” Wolffe orders.

“Yes sir” you respond, and leave the pack to advance forward to get General Plo’s attention and fill him in on the plan. He agrees that it does seem likely that this plan is the only thing that will save these people, and retreats with you behind the wall. Just as you make it beyond the wall, you hear Wolffe’s voice ring out over the others “Mark!” followed by a small pop, a whizzing sound and then a massive explosion.

Everyone flies into action. Comet and Cinder make a sprint for the city gates, Cinder scooping up a frightened child and tossing them over his shoulder. Sinker and Boost cease fire and move quickly to join Jag and Slush, getting the last few civilians inside. Wolffe darts in too, and orders Mav and Cricket to shut the gates. The two of them tug on the ropes that hold the doors. They move slowly, being that they have not been closed in what you guess is hundreds of years, given that they are never closed. The pack and some of the civilians too grab the ropes and help to pull the doors shut.

The droids in the next wave are coming fast, you didn’t buy as much time as you had hoped. The left side door seems to come free and swing closed on it’s hinges, slamming shut. But the right will not budge. General Plo extends an arm, attempting to use the force to move the door. But it won’t move, something is obstructing its path. The more the people pull, the more tension gets put on the rope. Suddenly the tension breaks and the rope snaps towards the highest point of it’s attachment, the door is stuck in the open position. You don’t even have time to panic, or think of another solution because out of nowhere, Mav lets go of the rope and takes off running out of the city gates.

“Get back here soldier!” Woffe barks, but Mav doesn’t even turn around. He skids to a stop and clearing away the debris that’s holding the door closed. He only has to move a few large stones before it starts to glide back a bit. But it isn’t enough without the rope to pull it closed from the inside. You watch in horror as Mav gets on the other side of the door and starts to push it closed from the outside.

The door breaks free as Mav pushes it closed. It snaps shut. With him on the other side.

“Mav!” the men scream “Mav!”

But all that can be heard from the other side of the wall is blaster fire. You stand there in shock. In less than a standard minute all of that had happened, and you could do nothing to stop it. You’re wrenched from your shock by the driving force in your gut. The job is not done. You turn on your heel and sprint back to the triage sight, just as reinforcements fly in and lay down a spray of blaster fire on the droid army.

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When the smoke clears, and the doors are open again. Wolffe confirms what everyone already knows. Mav held the door closed and took an innumerable amount of blaster fire. He saved the pack. He saved the civilians. He bought the last three minutes of safety for the people until the reinforcements arrived. But he was gone.

There are many casualties amongst the civilian population too. They offer to include Mav in their funeral procession and honor him as one of their warriors of days long past. It is a kind and generous offer, one the pack is more than happy to accept. All of the fallen are placed on a pyre and cremated. Many of the civilians sing songs of mourning while the fire burns, or of celebration and liberation. It seems to vary between what region each family came from on Eris. But all of them wear a line of slate gray paint on their right cheek.

When a middle aged woman comes by the pack holding a little bowl of the paint to adorn your faces too you ask her what it means to her people.

She paints the line down your cheek with her finger with a sad smile on her face “Gray is the color for bravery in the face of the unknown, strength for yourself and others, thanks for the gifts you have been given, and mourning for what you have lost” she tells you. She goes down the line and gives each member of the pack a line on their right cheek as well, General Plo leans down to accept a gray streak as well.

After she leaves the team stands together in silence. You take in your squad. Exhausted, disheartened, dirty, bruised and battered. Mismatched armor and clashing colors. You’ve had rough days in this war, some of them have too, but others… this is their first true battle and true tragedy.

“Seems fitting” Wolffe clears his throat

“What does?” Sinker asks with a bit of a bite in his tone

“Gray paint” Wolffe says simply “We are still a squad. And we still need a unifying color. Gray seems fitting for this team”

“For remembrance” you echo his thoughts. You look around the circle and see them all nodding in agreement.

“Gray it is then” Wolffe says with a small nod

Unfortunately, you have to return back to Coruscant. No one is particularly talkative on the flight back. Or when you disembark back on the base.

“Get yourselves cleaned up boys” Wolffe tells them as they head back to the barracks

“Gentlemen” General Plo calls out before they can leave “Captain” he address you as well “This evening, I would like for all of you to join me in the training facility after you all have a chance to eat and rest”

The men are a bit confused, a little irritated, but ultimately no better than to protest. “Yes sir” they all acknowledge him. You also are wondering what the bloody maker the General is thinking. Does he actually expect them to go through training drills tonight? After all the shit that just happened? Regardless, you don’t verbally question it either.

You trudge back to your quarters and take a long shower. You let a few tears fall since there is no one to witness them. It feels good to let it out, but you would rather take a blaster bolt to the foot than let a squadmate or really any other military personnel see you cry.

Once you’re clean and you’ve got your hair situated, you change into your base fatigues and force yourself to go eat something. The only other person that seems to be on your wavelength is Slush who sits at a table alone in the mess hall with near dripping curls wetting the back of his shirt.

You take a seat across from him and attempt to eat some of the rations you were provided. You wait to see if Slush will start some kind of conversation. Opening with a joke. Asking about your love life. Blabbing out drama happening in other battalions. But he doesn’t. And neither do you. Soon, others from the team filter in, joining you at the table and picking at their food. No one speaks but the silence doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

Eventually the whole team is sitting at the table together. Squeaky clean with damp hair, tired eyes and somber expressions. Wolffe clears his throat after a time “I’m not sure what the General has planned for us tonight. But I told him we were not up to doing physical training today. He has assured me that is not his intention”

Some of the men at the table exchange looks with one another. Confusion in some. Curiosity in others. Disinterest in most. “Commander… can this wait until morning?” Sinker asks, Boost elbows him in the ribs.

“I don’t think so lads. General Plo assured me this wouldn’t take long. The sooner we get in there, the sooner we can go to bed” he says

The squad grumbles but stands up and files to the training room. General Plo has pushed back all of the equipment to the edges of the room, and laid down the sparring mats. Your heart drops. He wants the team to spar? At a time like this?

But no. That is not the General Plo Koon you know. And that is not what he has planned. He is sitting at the head of the room, and kindly asks everyone to take a seat wherever they feel comfortable. You do, crossing your legs and sitting up straight, looking around to see what everyone else does.

“We can all agree that today was both a victory and a tragedy. The people of Eris will live and prosper thanks to the ten of you. But the loss of Mav is not something we should take lightly” he begins “I invite all of you to take a moment of silence for yourselves. Feel all of the emotions you are feeling, and embrace them with open arms. Do not run away from your fear, your anger, your sadness”

You close your eyes and sit in your feelings for a moment. You’ve been told before that The Force the Jedi wield and worship is something that can be felt, experienced and is ingrained in all living things. And it’s not that you didn’t believe that in the past, but you didn’t really feel it and couldn’t be bothered to try to search for it. But now, as you focus on your breath and allow yourself to sink into the present moment. Maybe you do feel it.

You are not the only one. Others in the room fall into similar states of meditation, ruminating on their own inner thoughts and turmoils. It’s strangely comforting.

“Thank you all, for taking this time to meditate with me” General Plo says calmly after a few minutes “Many Jedi practice the art of meditation, but it is not limited to those who use the Force. I use it to process emotions and understand my feelings. I wanted each of you to have this tool to help you process your own feelings and emotions, and to know that I would be more than happy to speak with you about this heaviness we all carry, should mediation not bring you the peace you seek”

“Thank you General” Cricket says quietly. A chorus ‘thank you’s follow. To which General Plo bows his head in acknowledgment.

“You are welcome” he says “Now, it is also my duty to inform all of you, that you have been granted shore leave for the next two days. You are free to leave the base if you choose. But I ask all of you to keep your health and safety in mind. I look forward to seeing you all again in a few days' time” And with that, General Plo stands, bids you all a good evening and exits the training room.

#Commander Wolffe #Commander Wolffe x reader #Hiding In Plain Sight

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TORI KELLY - "CUT"

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Alex brings us some UK garage not actually from the UK...

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Alex Ostroff: At the end of the first year without any regular Singles Jukebox coverage, the prospect of selecting just one track for Amnesty Week was daunting. Should I choose a fun quirky pop-rap track that reflected the continued importance of TikTok in drawing attention to new music in 2023? Or maybe a pop-country break-up anthem that draws equally from 'Tim McGraw' and 'We Belong Together' that would have been Jukebox catnip back in 2009 but can't seem to break through in 2023? Or maybe yet another British attempt to revive the spirit of R&B girl groups? Ultimately, I picked Tori Kelly's "cut" - a track that I suggested was an American big-pop-chorus approach to PinkPantheress' UK garage revivalism in an earlier Amnesty Week blurb. But while there are undeniable 2step influences here (the first single from Tori's 2023 EP samples Craig David directly), "cut" functions equally as millennium pop revivalism. Darkchild and Timbaland both get writing credits, although presumably just for the vibe that Kelly and producer Jon Bellion are trying to evoke and the ad-libs that Timbaland added when they sent him the track. For years, I couldn't tell you the first thing about Tori Kelly's music. She seemed to be one of those artists with an incredible voice who was perpetually singing as part of award show tributes, but who never settled into a clear artistic identity; cursory research indicates that she yo-yoed from a 2015 Max Martin-produced debut to two explicitly Christian gospel albums to acoustic YouTube performances. There's nothing particularly novel or boundary-pushing about "cut": a trilling acoustic guitar loop, garage drums, arpeggiated violins, Timbo mumbling in the background, Tori jumping the octave for the final chorus, an onomatopoeiac hook that tries to evoke the sound of a skipping heartbeat. But it somehow embedded itself in my brain all autumn and never let up. "cut," and the rest of this year's Tori EP, made me sit up and pay attention to Tori Kelly for the first time a full eight years into her career -- and made me actively excited to see what she does next. [9]

Katherine St Asaph: Timbaland jumping on a trend in 2023, and Tori Kelly jumping on a trend at any time, is probably a sign that the trend is on its way out. The returns haven't totally diminished, though. [6]

Micha Cavaseno: When UK garage touched US shores, a lot of the forms were unrecognizable compared to the source material -- Craig David's "Fill Me In" is one thing, but "7 Days" isn't exactly bubble & squeak. I would like to say that there was a big period of us dancing to Monsta Boy or Masters of Ceremony just so my own nerdy adolescent pursuits felt a little more valid, but no, I'm pretty sure we just listened to Blu Cantrell and that Mary J. Blige comeback record around that time. So really, I'm just fascinated at anyone from the US deciding to emulate a style that's so comparatively niche. As far as retro-UKG from the last few years, it's definitely not hitting "One Kiss" levels, nor is it even Jorja quality, but maybe that's the consequence of things getting lost in translation. [7]

Aaron Bergstrom: Tori gives it a valiant effort, but this still sounds like the batteries slowly running out on a Timbaland Speak & Spell. [4]

Taylor Alatorre: A second-string Timbaland beat scores some major points off the bench, assisted by Tori Kelly's infectious enthusiasm at being allowed on a Timbaland beat of any sort. One can choose to dismiss Tori as Ariana Grande for church moms who did the math on "34+35," or one can choose to celebrate her for that same reason. Her brand of pop soul is clean in more than one sense of the word -- witness how she skims across those challenging vocal phrases like they're beginners' exercises, or how she uses the pauses in the production to turn a lead-in to the chorus into a game of musical jump rope. Let's not agonize over the fact that the definitive slumber party music of two decades ago is now reappearing as adult contemporary; instead, let's call it incremental progress. [8]

Brad Shoup: Howling at the possibility that Timbaland is going to become a hired-gun ad-lib guy, like how a few years back everyone was hiring Nile Rodgers to strum a little. At least Nile gets some co-production credits! [6]

Nortey Dowuona: The skipping garage drums are well mixed. They slip underneath Tori's voice comfortably and bind it tightly, spinning in a dervish across the chorus. The boxy bassline synth below it is a nice counterpoint to the topline synths, which are surprisingly thinned out by reverb and EQ once the last chorus kicks in. It's a good idea and a good choice, but not something you will remember once you stop listening. [6]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: The sound effect at the beginning of the chorus is so bizarre that multiple times while listening to this, I literally looked around to check whether there was a pipe that was emitting steam, a large man sighing slowly, or a freezer opening. Aside from that, "Cut" is expertly crafted pop reminiscent of the early 2000s, each motif stitched together tightly with Tori Kelly's adept voice. [7]

Ian Mathers: I wish they'd built out the "singing the drum part" bit into the chorus, because it's better and more distinctive than the actual chorus. [6]

Oliver Maier: Lots of fun if not especially sticky. Not often does a pop song feel like it's distinctly missing a guest rap verse, but such is the void that opens up at around 2:18. [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: "I'm glad she's having fun" is classic smug pan verbiage but this genuinely works because Tori Kelly is having a lot of fun! It still never breaks through to be anything more than really really good Timbaland/Darkchild cosplay, but I'm not sure if it aspires to anything greater either. [7]

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“You mean everything to me” for jeia pls

Point Place, 1996, 8:30 PM

Leia and Jay sat in the passenger seat of the Vista Cruiser after everyone gone home after a fun afternoon in the basement watching movies and doing other things which might involve a bag and a particular but known smell. It had been a whirlwind of emotions for Leia since she return to Point Place, being with her friends again and facing the unresolved feelings she had for both Nate and Jay. The summer sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the two of them as they sat in a comfortable silence.

Jay mustered up the courage to break the silence. His voice trembled slightly as he confessed his feelings, "Leia, I've thought about you like every day since you left. Being apart from you this nine months made me realize how important you have become to me, and i don't want to lose you again."

Leia's gaze shifted from the road ahead to Jay's earnest face. His words tugged at her heartstrings, resonating deeply within her. Memories of their summer together flooded back, reminding her of the laughter, the stolen kisses, and the all the feelings they shared.

With a mix of hesitation and longing, Leia reached out, gently placing her hand on Jay's. "Jay, I... I don't know what to say. There's so much I've been feeling, and I've missed you too."

Jay's eyes searched hers, a mixture of hope and fear reflecting in their depths. "I'm in love with you, Leia. I've never felt this way about anyone before. You mean everything to me."

In that moment, for Leia all the confusion and doubts are gone, she felt the surge of emotion, the undeniable pull drawing them closer. Without another word, she leaned in, closing the distance between them, and their lips met in a tender and sweet kiss, Leia puts her arms around Jay's neck as he pulls her closer, taking her by the hips.

Time seemed to stand still as they shared a moment of rekindled love, their hearts intertwining once again. Leia worries and uncertainties melted away, replaced by the sheer bliss of being like this with Jay again.

As they pulled apart, their foreheads resting against each other, Leia whispered, "Jay, I still have so much to figure out, but being with you... it just feels right."

A smile spread across Jay's face, relief and joy emanating from him. "Leia, I'll wait for you. I'll be here no matter what"

(I hope this is decent, my english works sometimes lol)

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It's twilight on the winter solstice, and you're sat by your fire to stay warm. The snow is thick as mud as it sinks from the sky, forming a shell around your windows without a sound. It's peaceful tonight. The nights have grown quieter since the war between the orcs and the faeries ended, and in your warm, comfortable space, you feel positively serene.

And then there's a knock at your door. You can't help but jolt, your steady dusk silence rudely broken by a sharp, syncopated rapping. Who could possibly be out at this time, in this storm? And what did they want from you? You stand deliberately, shedding your quilt and tentatively making your way from the living area to the entrance. You glance curiously at the windows more than once, hardly realizing you're doing it. You see nothing but frozen snow.

As your hand reaches the door, you feel uneasy. The war may be over, but the tension in these lands was still as thick as the snow. Could this be a rogue soldier, passing through the town looking for mindless vengeance? No, they wouldn't likely knock. A confused returning soldier? As unpleasant as they could be, they likely didn't mean harm. Besides, you assured yourself, it was more likely someone you knew from town, unlucky to be stuck out in the cold. Better let them in, they could easily freeze out there. You draw a breath, and pull the door open.

You're greeted by the sight of a little freak, about two and a half feet tall and covered in dense brown fur. It looks up at you and cocks its head. You say nothing, shocked into silence. You've never seen a creature, living or dead, with quite the same awkward, bent shape, nor the large square head, nor the eyes like dark pools which this thing possesses. It's kind of cute, actually, in a weird way. And then it speaks. "Evening, miss, sorry to bother you. But I was just wondering if, uh..." it trails off. Baffled but undeniably curious, you prompt for more. "W-wondering what, now?"

The creature scratches its head. "Uhh..... spopify." It places an object at your feet and scampers off into the night, disappearing nearly instantly into the blankets of snow. You stare into the distance in disbelief, not fully convinced you saw anything in the first place. Your gaze snaps back towards the creature's object. It's a fucking

🎵

a 🎵? the memories weigh this 🎵 down in my hands as im reminded of the world before the war. you would give and receive several 🎵 a day back then! and now? you'd be lucky if anyone even knew what this 🎵 was.

"spopify" that freak said to me. i havent been asked to share spopify—swapping spoppies as my Nan would call it R.I.P.🥰—since i was much younger. it was a common way to connect with others through the language of music, but the war has sewn discord in the hearts of many and its no longer practiced today.

it's been so long since i've swapped spoppies with another... im sad that freak scampered away. it bestowed a gift greater than any ive received in years and just... scampers away. i wasn't even able to show my gratitude. nor could i bestow to it my tune of choice.

no matter! perchance, if i blast my tune loud enough it could escape the walls of my cozy cottage and reach that little fucking freak wherever it lies. i sure hope this works. this one's for u, little thing <3

i rig my fantasy music playing device up against the frosted windows. there's no way im getting them open, so i need the volume as loud as possible. i flip the levers and enter the passcode to allow me to set it to it's highest volume setting. i set my music library to shuffle and hit play

the bards bladee and ecco2k pump they're ethereal ballad through the land, their moans and falsetto piercing the thickness of the snow with ease. wherever this freak is, i hope it drains.

as for the lyrics which mean most to me from this ballad, as the tradition of spopify dictates i share, well they aren't a very lyrical bunch and especially so on this track. but we can still pick a little passage out!

befitting the ethereal and if im being honest sensual mood of this track ill pick out eccos first verse

"someone like me/someone like someone/like me/love me/touch me"

it does an interesting little switch there using 'like me' in someone like me and then using it again to bridge to 'like me/love me/touch me' that i just think is quite good! i like the things they do on this track quite a lot actually

oh how splendid it's been to swap spoppies once more :") the memories of those ive swapped with before. all their wonderful tunes. i begin to sob thinking how much a simple fucking🎵 could change people's ways.

i turn off my fantasy music playing device with a flick of several heavy steam-powering levers that hiss to a halt and begin to set to bed after what became a quite eventful night. im not even sure if that little creature heard my ballad, but im sure it's out in the world somewhere bringing joy to others as it has done for me. thank you, little freak, ill always remember u and how square your head was. <3

#violet originals #she drains #thank u for the amazing ask char i loved living in ur world #<333

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Star Wars The Mandalorian: “Chapter 19: The Convert” - Review

The Mandalorian takes an ambitious step into new and uncharted storytelling territory, but may have bitten off more than it could chew.

On their return from the undersea mines of Mandalore, Bo-Katan and Din Djarin are attacked by an onslaught of Imperial starfighters. Meanwhile on Coruscant, former Imperial scientist Dr. Pershing has begun to settle into his role in the New Republic’s Amnesty program. However, he soon slips into old habits when a former Imperial colleague, Elia Kane, encourages him to restart his abandoned research.

At first there is something thrilling at the idea that The Mandalorian would forego its usual blend of high flying, pulpy adventure for a quieter and more paranoid chapter following the lives of former Imperials within the New Republic. I’m normally a fan of when series break up their typical format to tell different stories about different characters. While The Book of Boba Fett was immediately off putting in its jettisoning of its title character to give the viewer The Mandalorian season 2.5, at least the adventures of Dr. Pershing evolve out of the narrative of this particular show and feel relevant to its overarching narrative.

It’s disappointing then to see just how much “The Convert” fumbles in its storytelling. In terms of universe building, it’s an interesting look into what happens to ground floor, non combat Imperials following the collapse of their regime and Dr. Pershing feels like the right fit for this. We know he’s involved in something nefarious alongside Moff Gideon, but he’s never been malicious enough to be a character that we despise. For all we know, his desire to return to his cloning research may actually be rooted in good will. Even if Elia Kane’s eventual betrayal is so telegraphed that it’s unlikely to catch even the youngest of viewers off guard, there’s still a certain thrill in watching this man return to old habits. But it all feels so clunky in its execution. This stripped down, dialogue heavy style of storytelling has never really been attempted by The Mandalorian so far and the result feels undeniably awkward. Blocking feels uncomfortable and unnatural. Screenwriters Jon Favreau and Noah Kloor’s dialogue is forced and stale. Lee Isaac Chung’s direction feels rudderless and confused. The result ends up feeling more at home with the similarly uneven political sequences from the Prequel Trilogy, conceptually interesting but also dull and obfuscating in execution.

It certainly isn’t doing The Mandalorian any favors that its attempt at an espionage/political thriller episode comes so short after last year’s masterful Andor. I’m a firm believer in judging each show on its own merits. It would be equally hard to swallow if Andor took a swing for the sort of silly off the walls fun that defined The Mandalorian’s season premier. But, watching “The Convert” fumble through achieving the sort of naturalistic and paranoid storytelling that Andor excelled at with such ease almost feels uncomfortable. It ends up being difficult not comparing Dr. Pershing to Syril Karn and just how much better Andor portrayed the call of fascism and its similar dismissal of those that it has deemed no longer useful.

It’s all an ambitious storytelling move and I admire Favreau and his team for even attempting this episode in the first place, but this is clearly not where the strengths of this team lie, especially when it is impossible not to draw direct comparisons to its more thoughtful and artful sister show.

It’s fascinating then that such a stark contrast is made just within the first minutes of “The Convert.” Chapter 19 of The Mandalorian opens with a dizzying and fun dogfight between Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze, and wave after wave of Imperial TIEs. It’s a high budget spectacle of a set piece and really more visually impressive than pretty much anything else happening in television. It feels cinematic, a blockbuster action sequence filled with ace piloting and lots of exploding spaceships. Sure, Bo-Katan loudly mourning her home, which as far as the audience knows is big empty castle that only she lived in, falls a bit flat, but it’s the sort of pulpy storytelling that The Mandalorian feels comfortable in. It’s never going to be high art, but at least in these moments the series knows and plays to its strengths.

Am I interested to see what exactly Elia Kane is up to? Sure! The broad strokes of “The Convert’s” storytelling are still entertaining enough to follow. Just maybe next time bring in a team that feels as at home in these whispered moments of subterfuge as they do in blowing shit up.

Score: B-

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You are the one - Chapter 15

Pairing: Bang Chan x female OC; Lee Know x female OC

Genre: au (high shool, college), love triangle, fluff, angst, smut, from friends to lovers. Warning: soft drugs

Words: 7k

Summary: Bang Chan and Jasmine have been best friends for as long as they can remember. With little time to finish high school, they both begin to develop romantic feelings. However, family situations and communication issues force them to move away. Once in college, they decide to try to regain the friendship they had. As Bang Chan sees the opportunity to finally be with the girl he has always loved, his friend Lee Know, who had been studying in England, returns home and the connection he develops with Jasmine is undeniable. Can the chemistry and attraction with Lee Know outweigh a tender first love and memories of years of friendship between Bang Chan and Jasmine?

Disclaimer: I named the character Jasmine (Minnie for Chan 🥰) because I love that name. Besides, it’s easier if we want to see Chan saying cute names (it’s better than just Y/N, I think) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea. <3

Chapter 15 - Forever Bang Chan's

Sunday flew by for Jasmine due to all the pending tasks she had. But at night, when she was free, she tried to draw and ended up realizing that the lines she made were taking the shape of the first car her father owned. She recalled with a sad smile the times her mom had teased her dad saying the car was too old; however, the man always defended it and swore he would never sell it. He got to have it for so many years that it was precisely the car with which Chan learned to drive.

Jaz would die just to be able to share another day with her family and Chan, to hear them laughing together but the reality was different. Even though Chan had agreed to talk to the man again, it wasn't the same, no matter how kind the boy was, he also resented what he had done. Jasmine, for her part, hadn't replied to a single message from her father. Although, she deeply missed him that night in particular and actually consider calling him, the wound in her heart screamed louder than the nostalgia.

Jaz immediately stopped drawing and tried to go to bed, but it was no longer the memories of her father that tormented her, but those of her best friend. She had dated Lee Know, she had kissed him, and she had agreed to see him again. Had she really acted well? Jasmine knew how important Lee Know was to Bang Chan, how close they were. Wasn't there anything wrong with going out with him? Her relationship with Chan had been brief and long over, but why did she still feel like she was doing something wrong?

The anxiety caused her to overthink for hours until she was convinced that she would talk to Chan first. Before making any decision, she wanted to know what her best friend thought; after all, the boy's well-being would always be her priority. Jaz took the cell phone from the nightstand and completely ignored the time, she had to tell Bang Chan something before going to sleep.

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For his part, Chan had been in his room, he hadn't come out of there all day. The excuse of having to work at the gallery allowed him to get away from Han and Changbin, but what he couldn't get out of his mind was the idea of Jasmine and Lee Know on a date. Despite his attempts to pretend that everything was fine, he had not been able to carry out even the simplest task.

Had Jaz had fun with Lee Know like she had fun with him? How well did the two of them get along? Was Lee Know at Jasmine's house right now? The questions that troubled him stopped with the sound of a notification.

2:13 a.m. Minnie🐰."Hi, awake?"

"What the hell?" He thought sitting up in bed and looking at the time. For a moment he got scared, Chan thought something had happened and he was about to put on a hoodie and go to his friend's apartment. But before running away, he tried to calm down, stop being so paranoid, and reply to the message like a normal person.

2:13 a.m. Chan. "Always"

2:13 a.m. Chan. "Is something wrong?"

2:14 a.m. Minnie🐰."Do you remember Dad's Atoz?"

"How to forget it?" Bang Chan thought with a smile for all those times he and his best friend sneaked into the car.

2:14 a.m. Minnie🐰."I drew it today."

A photo was attached to the message, something that took Chan some minutes to think of an appropriate reply.

2:17 a.m. Chan. "Did you have any particular reason to draw it?"

2:17 a.m. Minnie🐰."I wanted to distract myself a bit, I don't know why I ended up drawing that."

2:18 a.m. Chan. "How do you feel?"

2:18 a.m. Minnie🐰."Not in the mood of going to sleep. What about a night walk? After all, you can't sleep either."

2:18 a.m. Chan. "Sounds good, but this time you really need to wear something warm, Minnie. Look for it, I'll be there in a moment."

Sure enough, a few minutes later Chan was arriving to the girl's apartment when he found her sitting outside waiting for him. Seeing each other, both smiled tenderly, like every time they saw the other approaching. No matter the time or the situation, every time they saw that their best friend was getting closer, their chests felt warm, it was as if their hearts knew they would be in good hands.

"Hello, little doll." Bang Chan said sitting down next to her.

It was already past two-thirty in the morning, and despite it being summer and the nights being quite warm, Chan couldn't help but be overprotective of Jaz, so he offered her an extra hoodie he brought with him.

"My house has more of your hoodies than food," Jasmine mentioned making him giggle. "It's not cold, Chris, I'm fine."

"You need it, you can get sick. If you don't put it on, I'm not moving from here, Minnie."

Of course Bang Chan ended up convincing Jaz and soon they were walking together. The air between the two did not feel so light, as neither forgot the rude response that Chan had given the girl the day before. On top of that, the date with Lee Know was up in the air. Chan didn't want to ask about it but deep down he wanted to know what the hell was going on. Jasmine, for her part, couldn't handle that feeling of guilt anymore.

"So you drew your father's car?" Chan asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I left it incomplete, but it brought back a lot of memories."

Silence again, they knew there were things they wanted to say. In fact, Jaz gave Chan time to talk, she knew him too well to be sure that the boy wanted to tell her something, possibly wanted to ask her why the hell they were walking on a Monday at almost three in the morning. However, Chan's nature did not allow him to ask a question that could make Jaz feel bad, so as always, he kept it to himself and just continue walking with the girl.

Totally the opposite, Jaz just threw out what was in her mind. "Chris, there's something I want to talk to you about. It's about Lee Know. I went out with him and..."

"Minnie, wait." He said interrupting her right there. "Wait, before you continue I have to say something else. In fact, I should've done it sooner."

Jasmine felt her stomach lurch, he looked so determined and so serious that her throat went dry. Would he accept that it bothered him? Would he ask her not to see Minho anymore? Did Chan still have feelings for her? Her heart beat faster just thinking about it, and that was how she waited for her best friend to speak.

"I'm deeply sorry for the way I behaved yesterday when you mentioned that you were going to the activity with Lee Know. I didn't have to react like that. Lee Know is like my brother and you're my best friend, there's no reason why..."

"So it doesn't bother you?"

"Who cares if it bothers me or not, Minnie?"

"I won't do anything that could hurt you, or that..."

"You're not hurting me, little doll." He answered with what was intended to be a smile. "I'm starving, do you have anything to eat at home?"

"Don't get your hopes up, Bin visited me a few days ago and I don't think he left much behind."

Sure enough, there wasn't much left at Jasmine's house, so they had no choice but to eat the week's leftovers. They avoided the topic of Lee Know at all costs, after all, neither of them believed that it was something very serious.

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The next day, Lee Know and Chan had arranged to meet with the owner of a Korean museum. A few weeks ago, one of his assistants had heard about the boys' gallery and discovered several pieces that he had liked and now wanted to buy. However, since there were several, both the owner of the museum and his assistant considered that it would be better to meet with the boys personally, and they also wanted to see if they could reach an agreement in which they would be considered as the first options when putting the works up for sale. In other words, they wanted access before any other buyer.

In the end, Chan and Lee Know accepted the offer, it was too good to pass up, plus they were soon in contact with other museums and their gallery was growing little by little. Yet, dealing with the old man was quite a challenge for anyone due to his personality, and every time Minho and Chan left those reunions they would go for a drink to distract themselves and calm their nerves.

That day was no exception and they went to Lee Know's parents' cafeteria. Surprisingly, the person who welcomed them was a young boy that Bang Chan didn't know but was greeted by Lee Know with a smile.

"I guess I haven't introduced you to the new guy, Chan." Lee Know said looking at the brown haired boy. He seemed younger than Minho and Chan, he even had braces on his teeth. He looked nice, almost cute, although Bang Chan had no idea of his savage nature. "His name is Seungmin. This is my friend Bang Chan, you'll see him very often around here. He looks old, but he's okay."

"Shut up," Chan voiced laughing and accepting the boy's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Old? You don't look old, actually, you look the same or younger than Lee Know, especially when he wears the apron and starts giving orders here." Seungmin joked as Lee Know approached with a smile that could fool anyone.

Before Minho could put the boy in his place, Bang Chan had grabbed him by the shoulder and moved him back. "Come on, Lee Know, what have we talked about working things out like this? Stop being so aggressive, man."

Seungmin was already ready to defend himself; but instead, he ended up making fun of Lee Know, who immediately obeyed Chan and even though he rolled his eyes and even complained, he seemed to respect what his friend had said. It was the first time Seungmin saw Lee Know listening to someone other than his grandparents. The boy had already been working in the cafeteria for a couple of weeks, he covered for Romy for a few hours so that she could study. It was the ideal job for him since when there weren't any clients, he could continue working on his studies.

"You have to control that attitude, he's just a child." Bang Chan advised as he and his friend took a seat at a table with their respective drinks.

"Child? You have to see his audacity."

"You sound like an old man." Chan joked. "But I'm serious about that inner demon of yours, today you were seconds away of sending those men to hell; besides, they're our biggest buyers. Control yourself, you're just like Mi..."

"Hey! That wasn't my fault" He interrupted before Chan could compare his friend to his ex-girlfriend, it was something automatic, he wasn't planning to do it and when Chan listened to himself, he thanked Lee Know had interrupted. "What happens is that you have too much patience to deal with that senile old man."

Chan was just about to take the first sip of his drink when he heard that comment. Lee Know had no mercy on anyone, really no one. "That 'senile old man' is the biggest buyer we have; also, you have to understand, selling art is not always that easy."

"He has changed the last three purchases at the last minute, if it weren't for the fact that he ends up buying more and paying us more, this'd be another story. I tell you, you're a very good person."

"You too, deep down you and I know that you prefer to die before speaking ill of an old man."

"I won't answer that. But we do need to talk about your vacation."

"We're not going to start over with this, I don't need free days. I'm not going to leave you with all the work, in the next few weeks we have meetings practically every other day with new artists, we also have to meet the accountant and we should already consider an administrator, this is growing and we can't make mistakes."

"Chan, I can take over, you need to rest."

"You've already had my back many times, Lee Know, don't worry."

"Don't worry? Man, have you seen the dark circles you have? Han and Changbin say that you don't sleep well, and Jaz said that sometimes you don't eat."

Chan tried to ignore Lee Know mentioning Jasmine, there was something he couldn't bear to hear the girl's name coming out of his friend's lips, much less now that he knew they had dated and possibly would do it again.

"Well, it's not negotiable, you're going to take at least two weeks off from the gallery."

"TWO WEEKS? Are you out of your mind?!"

"You're going to do it because I confirmed all the meetings we have just for me, I said you couldn't."

The act of delegating responsibilities was something that cost Chan too much, the only person he had managed to do it with was Jasmine and only because the girl forced him to do it. Although Chan complained about Han and Changbin, the truth was that they also tried to help him with things around the house, but Chan always refused, he didn't want to bother anyone and assured them that he could do everything. Besides that, he always put his friends first. Everyone knew what a good person Chan was, Lee Know was no exception, so he tried to help him too. In fact, little by little Chan got used to the help that Lee Know gave him in the gallery, more than once Minho had saved him, proving not only to be a partner that anyone would want, but also a very loyal friend.

Since Lee Know had moved to Korea, he had constantly visited his friend at their apartment, but Chan had seen him more than once coming home with food Minho prepared for them. In fact, when their fridge was full of homemade food, it was because Lee Know or Jasmine had visited the boys. Lee Know and Jasmine took great care of Bang Chan, and even though Chan tried to thank Lee Know, the boy always told him that he had no idea what he was talking about and that Han and Changbin must have bought the food. Lee Know had an amazingly pure heart, but there was no way we would admit he did something nice for someone.

Also, Lee Know was just as diligent as Chan, so on nights when the whole group of friends studied together, it was always the two of them at the end. Han was the first to fall asleep, followed by Changbin, who was dragged to his room by Chan. After leaving Han and Changbin in their rooms as if Chan was really their father, he escorted Jaz to her apartment and returned to his own to continue with his things. When Jaz was not there, it was Lee Know who made sure Chan ate well and stopped drinking energy drinks, so Minho usually greeted him with a nutritious late-night snack. Although he never admitted it, Lee Know really cared about his friends, especially Chan.

That's how Chan ended up accepting the forced vacation Lee Know sent him on. After all, it wouldn't be so bad to visit his parents for the weekend, he hadn't been home for quite some time.

**********

On Wednesday afternoon, Jaz would present her final project for one of her courses, the one that made her feel the most nervous because of the whole situation with her teacher. Defending her design was not an easy task, as, one more time, the professor tried to set several traps for her. However, the girl was more than prepared, especially for mean comments, since Lee Know had warned her about what to expect. She never imagined being grateful for Minho's sarcastic and savage personality, because at least it helped her face that evaluation.

To Jaz's surprise, when she left the class, she hadn't even taken two steps when she saw Lee Know with his back leaning against a wall trying to look casual, but it was clear that he had been waiting for her.

"Minho?" Jasmine asked coming to his side.

"You took a long time to get out."

"I didn't know you were waiting for me."

"I wasn't waiting for you, I left my class a while ago and I remembered that you had a class in the same building."

"And where are your things?" Jaz questioned crossing her arms and seeing that he didn't even have a notebook.

"Dammit." He thought when he saw that Jaz had caught him and the first thing he agreed to do was to stray the conversation.

"How did the project go? Did the notes you took on Saturday help you?"

"I'm gonna tell you a secret. Come closer." Lee Know immediately leaned down. "I was the first of the class."

Lee Know's honest smile was something that would always surprise Jasmine as it was not something easy to see. However, when the boy showed a little bit of that kind heart that he really had, it was a very sweet thing.

"Well done, kitten." He answered patting her head. "What if we go to eat something?" Jasmine nodded and left the campus with Minho, who had apparently had it all planned out.

"I haven't heard much from you these days," Jaz commented while they were walking.

"I knew you were busy. Also, I don't like to send a lot of messages, I'd rather see you." He confessed with a wink and automatically causing Jaz to blush. "You see? I can't see that through messages." He said stopping and with one hand, gently cupped Jaz's chin.

"I..." Lee Know stole Jasmine's words with a quick kiss, one totally unexpected. It wasn't a provocative or daring kiss, just a simple peck.

"I can't kiss you through messages, another reason why I don't like them."

To Jasmine's surprise, that day the date with Lee Know went quite well, much better than she expected. When Minho wanted to, he could be extremely nice and even somewhat tender.

The couple spent all the afternoon together and at night they decided that they would watch a movie at Lee Know's house; however, when they entered they discovered a not pleasant surprise: one of the boy's cats did not appear anywhere.

Jasmine never imagined seeing the look of despair that Lee Know had when he saw that no matter how much he called Doongie, he did not appear. Jaz had heard from the boy that this particular cat used to ignore him, but that he was the most playful of them all. It was easy to find it in awkward places that seemed inaccessible to any animal; however, Jaz and Lee Know searched for him even on the roof and he did not appear.

"Minho, listen to me!" Jaz said taking him by the shoulders after having run like crazy through several streets looking for his pet. "Everything'll be fine, handsome, you have to calm down."

"It's just that you don't understand, this has never happened, Doongie has never escaped. He's also very nervous, what if he tried to run away from a car and got run over? What if he's hurt and alone?"

"That's not going to happen, he must be hidden. We're going to find him, but you need to calm down a bit." Jaz caressed his face and then took off the cap he was wearing to fix his hair, which was already soaked with sweat.

"Damn..." He said more than frustrated and Jasmine could swear she saw tears well up in his eyes. "It was my fault for leaving that damn window open."

"It wasn't your fault, I promise you he'll be fine, nothing will happen to him." Something in Jasmine's tone of voice, or maybe the smile she gave Lee Know lowered the boy's stress a little, just a little.

"Jaz, Lee Know, what's up?" They both turned to see Han approaching with several bags of food, the boy was on his way home when he found his friends. "Is everything alright?"

"Doongie is missing," Jaz answered since Lee Know couldn't even be there for more than a second when he was already running desperately calling his pet.

"Shit!" Han cursed knowing what that meant to his friend. "I didn't see anything when I was on my way either."

"Can you search the park up ahead? I'll try to ask people I meet on the way." Jaz said.

Minho could possibly have found Doongie if he had calmed down a bit, but he was so worried that with every passing second the lump in his throat became more unbearable. If necessary, he would search for him all night, but all kinds of terrible thoughts came to his mind.

Almost an hour passed by when Lee Know met Han, who was about to call Changbin and Chan for help when they saw Jasmine approaching them with a pile in her arms. The girl had found the cat, he had hidden in a mechanic shop and it was not easy at all to convince the men who worked there that the cat was hers. Besides, Doongie didn't help much and when trying to pick him up, he scratched her, leaving several cuts on her arms and a not very deep one on her cheek. Finally, Jaz managed to catch him and covered it with her coat.

Once the cat was in Lee Know's arms, he could breathe normally again. Han and Jaz looked at each other in shock as they watched Minho hug his cat. They both knew that this would be the ONLY time they would see him expressing so much emotion, only his cats would be able to remove the mask he always wore.

Once Han was assured that Lee Know had put himself together, the boy headed home. He did no more than say that something had happened to one of Minho's cats when Chan had literally thrown himself from the couch to the door to go help his friend.

"Don't worry, Jaz found it. I've never seen Lee Know like this, I thought there was nothing to worry him about, but you must have seen him. I think he'll be eternally grateful to Jasmine after what happened today, I'm pretty sure she became his favorite person." He joked without noticing Chan's face.

"Were they together when he disappeared?"

"I don't know, we didn't talk much, I already told you, Lee Know was crazy. But the important thing is that I can eat now." He said smiling and without suspecting that something was going on between Lee Know and Jasmine. And it is that after seeing Lee Know's concern, it was not strange for Han to see how Minho hugged Jaz while thanking her.

For his part, Chan thought about writing a message to his friend, but just thinking that he would be with Jaz, he put his cell phone back.

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Meanwhile at Lee Know's apartment, the boy checked on Doongie to make sure everything was okay. Apart from a little dirt, the cat did not seem to have anything different and after a while he was already playing with the other two. Rest assured that everything was in order, Lee Know fell into the chair where Jasmine was sitting and to the girl's surprise, he used her legs as a pillow, leaning comfortably on them and even closing his eyes.

"I thought I was going to die of worry."

"I never imagined seeing you like this." She responded by brushing several of Doongie's hairs off of Minho's shirt.

"This has never happened before, it's the first time one of them has escaped." Just as he opened his eyes, Lee Know noticed something that made him immediately straighten up. "What happened to your face? Did Doongi hurt you?"

"It's nothing, poor thing, he was very scared, it was logical that he wanted to defend himself," Jaz explained as Lee Know went to the bathroom and came back with cotton, alcohol, and what appeared to be a spray.

"Don't act like it doesn't hurt, those scratches can get worse." He said applying a little alcohol on the cotton. "It'll only burn a little, I promise."

When Lee Know came over to clean her wound, Jasmine suddenly remembered a time when she had been training with Chan and because she didn't want to listen to him or stop to tie her shoelaces, she ended up falling. That afternoon, she had scraped her knee so badly that she couldn't even walk, and Chan ended up carrying her home.

**********

Some years ago...

"Do you see why I tell you that you're the one who doesn't listen? I told you many times to stop, Minnie." Chan scolded. They were in his room trying to clean Jaz' wound but every time he brought the alcohol closer Jasmine moved her leg.

"Leave it like that, it's okay, Chris."

"Minnie, you're covered in blood, you got several stones in, I need to clean you up. I'll do it carefully, you won't even feel the cotton."

Jasmine knew it was true, her best friend would rather cut off his hand than hurt her in some way, but it was still a hard job for Chan to convince her to let him.

Jaz saw the tenderness with which Chan did everything, even blowing and winding with his hands so that Jasmine didn't feel anything, and when he had to take out the stones that were insignificantly small, Jaz could see the anguish in the boy's eyes thinking that he could hurt her. The funniest and most cute thing at the same time was watching him try to use tweezers. He clearly didn't know how to hold it, but Chan was trying harder than ever. He had practically managed to get everything out without Jasmine feeling a thing.

"Sorry, I know it's painful, but it's almost over." He assured covering her friend's knee with a gauze.

Jasmine could never forget what Chan had done when it was over. They weren't an official couple, they didn't even suspect that they had feelings for each other, but he got closer showing the love that only Chan could show towards her and kissed her knee above the gauze.

"Ready, Minnie! Tomorrow you'll be as if nothing had happened." He promised showing his dimples as he smiled at her.

**********

Jaz's mind had been fixed on that moment, on Chan's smile and his kiss. Coming back to reality, Lee Know was doing things very carefully and when he noticed Jasmine looking at him, he smiled a little at her. However, seeing that smile, she automatically remembered Chan's, remembered their relationship, how it ended, and suddenly moved her face, preventing him from continuing.

Lee Know was even more surprised to see her getting up from the couch. "Did I hurt you that much, kitten? I'm sorry."

"No, don't worry, it was the alcohol, it burned me a little."

"Can I try again? I'll do it more carefully, I can change the alcohol for water." He suggested anxiously. "Come here" He asked offering her his hand.

Even though she wasn't convinced at all and felt a bit uneasy at the memory of her best friend, Jasmine returned to Lee Know's side and let him continue.

"I found him a few days after my parents split up. I don't believe in fate, but Doongie is really special to me." He confessed without looking the girl in the eye. "I was coming from classes, I remember that winter was particularly cold that year and I was trying to walk fast to warm up. I hadn't looked away for a single second until I reached a bridge that was close to my house. I saw a few yellow spots in the snow, I thought I was seeing badly, but then I saw some eyes. I felt bad for him, he was a newborn. I didn't even think about it, I just picked him up and took him home. The following days I just focused on taking care of him and little by little he recovered. For some time it was just me and him, the divorce process kept my parents very busy, I hardly saw them. I even hid him in my backpack to take him with me to class, of course it didn't end well. I earned more than one detention, especially when Doongie decided his sandbox would be my teacher's chair."

Lee Know's story managed to catch Jasmine's attention, with the time she'd known him, she knew she wouldn't always be able to see that side of him.

"Anyway... we've been through a lot together, it's my family, the three of them are, but especially him."

"So you do have a soft side, I knew it, cat boy." Jasmine teased making him laugh a little and lift his shoulders as he continued to clean her wounds. Jaz knew that he was blushing inside and decided that she would not miss this opportunity; after all, when would she get a chance like this again? "Just look at you! You blushed!"

"Of course not, I hate that you say that." He said rolling his eyes. "If you keep bothering me, I'll leave those wounds like this for you to heal on your own."

"Liar! You're not capable of doing something like that, you'd feel bad about yourself."

"Jaz, you don't want to know what I'm capable of, don't challenge me." He warned raising an eyebrow.

"Would you let me go like this, all covered in wounds?"

"Don't be dramatic, it's just a few scratches." He said playing it down, even laughing a little at the girl.

"Oh, yes? Okay, then I'll go home, but if I bleed out on the way, it'll be on your conscience." Jaz said getting up.

"If you're waiting for me to beg you to stay, it won't happen, precious. Plus you don't even want to leave, you're not going to."

"Actually, I have a lot of things to do at home and it's getting late."

Minho saw her out of the corner of his eye picking things up, saying goodbye to the cats and then she approached him already with her coat on, she was ready to leave.

"Good evening, handsome. Rest well, you had a rough night." She kissed his cheek, but as she did so, Lee Know saw that in addition to not being able to finish cleaning the wounds on her arms, there was still one on her cheek.

Being the cold boy that he was, or at least pretended to be, he refused to ask her to stay, but every step Jaz took toward the door caused an unbearable pressure on Lee Know's throat. The words were fighting to get out, but his will still wouldn't budge. Until Jaz's hand touched the doorknob...

"Wait." He said getting up from the chair. "Wait, don't go."

"Why?"

"You're a pain, you know that, right?"

"Why do you want me to stay?" She asked suppressing a laugh watching him approach. "You're worried, right? I told you, you were going to feel..."

Once again Minho silenced her with a kiss. But this time it wasn't like the one he gave her on the way home from college, this time he didn't mean to hold anything back.

Jaz's back crashed with the door, but she didn't have time to say anything when his hands were cupping her face so he could guide her head. Despite the aggressiveness that Lee Know had shown her on the two occasions he had kissed her, this time he had been careful not to hurt her cheek, he was more than aware of that. Just as he was aware of what he aroused in Jaz, because when he felt her stroking his hair while enjoying the taste and movement of her tongue, he left her lips.

"Minho..." Jasmine's claim had no future, as it had soon turned into moans at the way the boy kissed her neck. Little by little the kisses on her neck became more passionate, Lee Know was about to leave a mark on her when she walked away again but this time with a more than winning smile.

"What's up, kitten? Did you decide to stay? I have no problem continuing to kiss you, but let's take care of your arms and cheek first." He said taking her by the hand and returning with her to the couch. "I'm beginning to think that your injuries are excuses to interrupt me." He said once that Jaz had sat on his lap.

"Oh no! You discovered me! That's right, I asked you to leave me without a lip the first time and today I told Doongie to sharpen his nails on me. You discovered me."

Lee Know was really amused by Jasmine's comments, everything she said made him laugh, they had a very similar humor; however, in addition to the connection that existed between them, the physical attraction was the first thing that brought them closer. Since they saw each other outside the class, they had both thought and felt exactly the same thing: to get home as soon as possible. However, the accident with Doongie had delayed their plans.

The heat in the room rose in a matter of seconds from the moment Lee Know grabbed Jasmine's chin again to kiss her. The guy definitely knew what he was doing, he knew where to put his hands and what to whisper in the girl's ear. He knew exactly how to do everything so that Jaz wouldn't even notice when she was already lying on Lee Know's bed with him on top of her body, cornering her with a playful smile. There was no trace of nervousness or tenderness in his smile, but there was confidence. Lee Know didn't have to say much for Jasmine to know that he was going to give her what would be possibly the best night of her life so far. Anyone would have felt their body burn with passion just by kissing for a minute someone like Jasmine and Lee Know were kissing each other that night.

At the same time that the boy's tongue played with hers, his hands were removing the clothes, or at least loosening them. Although Jaz's mind got lost in the feeling of Lee Know's hard body rubbing against hers, the moment she felt he was about to take off her pants, her body tensed. Surprisingly for both of them, Jaz stopped the kiss and was about to move his hands from her legs, but she controlled herself. It couldn't be that the same insecurities from school would come back. Although it really wasn't that strange, since the only person with whom she never felt insecure or uncomfortable was Chan.

Of course, it wasn't easy for Lee Know to understand, not after what had happened between them in that alley after the party.

"I'm sorry." The girl whispered feeling her cheeks blush at the same time that, as a reaction, she covered herself with her shirt.

Having his considerable experience with women, Lee Know knew how to read the insecurity in the girl. Though he understood, he wasn't sure he was reading Jasmine correctly; in fact, he had a hard time thinking that it could be true.

"You're kidding, right?"

"What?"

"Jaz, do you feel embarrassed with me? You're perfect, kitten, literally perfect."

"Don't joke with that." Jaz said pushing him and sitting on the bed. She was nowhere near leaving because of the anxiety that the whole thing was beginning to give her. However, Lee Know was faster and taking her hand, he did not let her get up.

"Jaz, I'm not joking. I know that sometimes I tease you and that most of the time you want to kill me, but I swear I'm serious."

"Minho..."

"Jasmine" He replied moving closer to her. "I'm not saying this to force you to sleep with me, although I'd drive you crazy with pleasure," he said with a wink and making her laugh. "I'm telling you this because it's true, you're really beautiful, enough for ME to tell you."

"You are so insufferable," Jasmine said laughing next to him.

"An insufferable that could make you feel new things." He said running his thumb over her chin in the most enticing way. "If you let me."

Lee Know's gaze prompted Jasmine to nod and take his hand as he offered it to her. "What are you going to do?"

"I want you to see how I see you."

Soon, they were in front of a full-length mirror that Lee Know had on the door of his room and without giving her time to ask, he fixed his gaze on the girl, showed a mischievous smile and Jaz saw how the boy's hand took her and got down to her neck. But he didn't continue there, his hands went down to the girl's breasts, who moaned at the same time that she listened to what Lee Know was saying in her ear. He wasn't holding anything back, he was making it crystal clear how much he liked her, how much he wanted her, and the countless times he'd thought of her when he was alone at night.

"What did you do to me, kitten? Since I met you I haven't gotten you out of my head, since you left that night..." Minho's whispers, plus the reflection in the mirror where Jaz could see his hands opening her pants to give his fingers room, lead her to stand on tiptoe and rest her back on his chest. "Remember what I told you?" He asked biting her earlobe. "Answer me." He ordered with a smirk seeing that Jaz couldn't stop moaning.

"That you'd fuck me like no one had ever done and that later we'd never see each other again."

"I don't remember that second part, and if I don't remember it, it's because it never happened."

"I..."

"You're going to enjoy today." He interrupted by removing her bra. "You're going to see yourself in the mirror and accept that you're perfect." He affirmed taking off the rest of her clothes.

Once naked, Jaz did not feel the awkwardness she was afraid of; she did feel some embarrassment, though, since she had never felt more exposed. However, the lust with which Minho looked at her and caressed her body without stopping repeating everything he liked about her lead her to relax little by little until they could return to bed.

That night, Lee Know showed her that what he said was true and that, indeed, they would have incredible sex. As Jaz had imagined for many nights, the boy had a dominant nature in bed. All the new positions Lee Know taught her that night in one way or another demonstrated the control he could have over her. Yet, Jasmine didn't overlook the fact that he always made sure she was comfortable and enjoying herself. Minho wasn't like Chan, that was true, he didn't stop to ask her, while caressing her, if everything was okay, he had a different love language. Jaz watched him pay more attention to her, adjust the pillows, and even move her when he felt Jaz might be a little uncomfortable. Lee Know was not tender or delicate, but he did take his time so that Jasmine enjoyed it as much or more than he did. After all, Lee Know was indeed a considerate man.

On top of that, he kept a rhythm to his hip movement that would simply take anyone to heaven. The strength and stability in his thighs allowed Minho to experiment with positions that not everyone would dare. Besides, he really had passed countless nights dreaming of listening to Jasmine moan until she lost her voice from so much pleasure, something that just motivated him to show Jaz all kinds of pleasures. He would die before admitting it out loud, but in bed, he treated Jasmine as a queen, his top priority was to drive her crazy.

It was quite late when finally all of the couple's energy ran out. The room was a total mess, and not only that, Jaz's body was covered in marks that Minho had made on her; as was Lee Know's back, red where Jaz held on to keep up with his hip.

While the sex had been exceptional, even better than either of them expected, what followed was rather strange, if not awkward for both of them. From Minho's side, he had never spent the night with any of the girls he had slept with, whether he was leaving or they were doing it on their own, he had never desired to spend the night with them for the very thought of not want to complicate anything.

Nonetheless, he knew that he was the exception and that the normal thing would be to sleep at least a couple of hours. Knowing Jaz from before, being friends -or at least something like that- and, although he didn't want to accept it, liking her so much, Lee Know thought that Jaz would stay the night. The boy had even processed the idea of sharing his bed for the first time, and despite it wasn't an idea he had liked before, with Jaz he didn't mind even thinking about it.

However, on Jaz's side, it was another thought that led her to act. She couldn't spend the night with Minho, she just wouldn't, it was out of the question. Not with him or with anyone, at least not for now. For Jasmine, the thought of falling asleep and opening her eyes and seeing someone other than Chan hurt immensely. In fact, it hurt the same way it did the first day she found out that their relationship had ended. And it wasn't just about Chan as her boyfriend, but about the relationship they had before, when she could trust the boy with her life. She couldn't open up like that to anyone else again. She liked Lee Know a lot, she felt nice with him and she was undoubtedly excited to go out with him, but her heart hadn't fully recovered, not yet. Or maybe Bang Chan would have it forever, the girl really had no idea.

Once Jaz got out of bed, Lee Know saw her looking for clothes, he didn't think much about it, probably Jaz would go to the bathroom, or perhaps she would bring something from the living room. "When you get back, turn off the light, kitten." He asked supposing she would be back soon.

"When I come back? Will you be with the light on for days?" Jaz joked finishing getting dressed; nonetheless, she only got a confused look from him in response.

"Are you going to leave NOW, at this hour? Are you telling me that you're NOT going to sleep with me? Are you rejecting me?"

Seeing the drama in him, Jaz walked over and, sitting down next to him, kissed Minho behind the ear. "I can't sleep here, I have to go home."

"Why? Do you have something better to do?" He asked pretending to be offended.

"I really can't sleep here, handsome, I'll see you later."

"Wait a minute."

"Don't tell me you're going to beg me to stay."

"You wish." He said throwing his arms behind him so that he could lean on them. "So, was it the best night of your life or not?" He asked raising his eyebrows; however, the only response he received was the smack of a pillow in his face and Jasmine's laugh as she left the room.

To be continued... 🐺

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