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twilightofthe · 4 years

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What was your opinion of the Clovis arc? People I know either love it or hate it, no in between. I generally liked it but found it waayyy ooc.

Hey anon, thanks for the ask!!!!

AHSJFLSLALK OK SO UH. Wow. Clovis arc. Yiiiiiiikes ok so. I totally agree with you on the fandom divide and I also totally agree that everyone involved in it is rather OOC for my taste. That being said, that case of OOC is exactly why I personally do not like the arc that much at all.

(Please note that my following words are MY PERSONAL OPINIONS, and that anyone is free to disagree, in fact I welcome the discussion, and even if this is your favorite arc, please consider yourself welcome on my blog I hold nothing against those who might like it)

Part of me was gonna make a short and sweet point about how I don’t like that TCW has had both of its main female characters have unwanted kisses forced on them, and instead of teaching young girls watching to tell those kinds of people to fuck off and respect their bodies, we get: 1. Just let it happen, you both must kinda like each other anyway or 2. Stay still then sit back while your boyfriend beats him half to death

But actually turns out I wanted to spend all day writing an essay so now you get this. So far I’m gonna hit four points:

the show’s constant need for Vader foreshadowing sometimes tending to completely override Anakin’s current mindset and personality he should have at this point in the timeline as well as his preestablished characterization

the way TCW gave Anakin a giant dosage of toxic masculinity to try and please the pissy movie critics who didn’t like that he cried

the role of Padmé and how TCW tries to portray her as a “strong woman” by just having her constantly be irritated by and sometimes even look like she actively dislikes her husband while simultaneously have her act OOC so they can blame HER and her actions for Anakin’s reactions and anger and overall Fall

How I think this arc is not irredeemable and that with some fixes it could be done decently— decently, not well, because a lot of this arc’s problems are also due to preexisting writing choices throughout the show

(Ok whoops this turned into a half Clovis arc rant half entire TCW Anidala commentary)

So firstly I wanna start that yes, I am fully aware that TCW is meant to fill in the gaps between AOTC and ROTS and help explain why Anakin’s mindset in the final movie is what it is and justify his Fall. Of course we need to show some Vader foreshadowing throughout the series, and in some places it is executed very well, notably the Mortis arc, the Bad Batch arc, the Wrong Jedi arc, as well as others that I can’t cite off the top of my head currently because I might have a mild touch of heat exhaustion wooo I need to get off the beach.

But it also has some rather hamfisted Vader foreshadowing stuff too. Like, y’all know the fandom joke where it’s like “Anakin: *Accidentally Leaves The Toilet Seat Up*. The Background Music: *BLASTS the Imperial March*” but like, they actually really do that. Like the time where they have Anakin take out a terrorist about to blow up an entire ship full of people and then play the Imperial March afterwards and imply he’s a “cold-blooded killer” just to defend the moral purity of the two people who were gonna stand there and let the ship blow in the name of idealism.

I’m getting off topic but yeah, sometimes the show’s Vader foreshadowing makes sense, sometimes it’s pretty forced, and the Clovis arc DEFINITELY leans towards the forced side, and when they try to force more of Darth Vader into Anakin at a point where he shouldn’t quite be there yet, it screws with his entire character.

This is particularly shown in the majority of the show’s takes on Anakin’s relationship with Padmé. Namely, they tend to forget nearly the entirety of AOTC with the exception of the Tusken murder scene, then forget even more of ROTS up until the point where Anakin strangles her on Mustafar. Basically, they take the truth that it was Anakin’s unhealthy attachment to Padmé that sparked his Fall, but then they decide to run with it where almost every single interaction he has with her in the damn show is him being a toxic overbearing dick to her and her acting like she mildly tolerates him at most and definitely doesnt respect him as like, I guess a way of showing what happened on Mustafar is in character for them???? Ugh, I’ll explain further.

So with Anakin’s aggressive possessiveness towards her. We know Anakin has possession and attachment issues. We know he’s a clingy needy whiny anxious mess who’s constantly afraid of losing or driving away the few people he has pinned his entire happiness on. We know he leans unhealthily on Padmé to provide the majority of his emotional support. We know he’s convinced himself he can’t live without her. But never, NEVER is it seen in the movies where his possessiveness turns into outward aggression towards her or this douchey pushiness. Never does he treat her like his property, like she belongs to him.

Not until Mustafar.

Not until he’s raving, half out of his mind with the warring emotions over the atrocities he’s just committed, until he’s begging her to understand where he was coming from, begging her and the child to stay with him and justify his decision, until he sees Obi Wan and sees her backing away from him, leaving him, and he PANICS because oh no no no you can’t abandon me, I need you, doN’T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME. And he lashes out and tries to force her to stay, punish her for leaving and doubting him, and he puts that hand around her throat.

And that is supposed to be when we know he’s crossed the line, when we’re supposed to be horrified, where we know he’s lost himself, because he has NEVER ACTED LIKE THAT BEFORE.

Now how does Anakin act before? In the movies? He’s deferential to Padmé in almost every other scene they’re in together.

In AOTC, yeah he stares at her a bit creepily from a distance, he says awkward things and does goofy stuff to impress her, but he does Not get in her face. The few times he does invade her space, she flat out tells him: stand back. Don’t look at me like that. Don’t say that. Don’t interrupt me. And Anakin always, always backs off, respects her wishes. He follows her lead and lets her call the shots both on Naboo when he’s supposed to be protecting her and when she organizes the Geonosis rescue and once they arrive where she flat out tells him “I’m a Senator, I’ll handle this, just back me up”, and he’s all but just “ok yes queen”.

But they aren’t married then. Fine, take ROTS. It’s a movie all about Anakin’s issues but even then, when he’s worried about Padmé dying, he tells her he’s worried and that he can’t lose her, but he still keeps a distance. He doesn’t constantly hover and loom over her. If anything, Padmé, both in ROTS and AOTC is always the one to approach Anakin and close the distance when there’s conflict. When Anakin is upset, he averts his eyes and distances himself, tries to draw in on himself and brood silently, and we’ve seen it in Palpatine sometimes (of course with bad motives but he still does), but Obi Wan and Padmé both especially needing to be the ones to come over, turn his face to them and be like “hey, look at me, I care about you, what’s wrong”. Padmé SAYS in ROTS when he’s feeling specifically conflicted about losing Padmé, “don’t shut me out” and has to come over to him because he’s retreated into a corner of the room to scowl angstily out the window. Anakin does NOT get overbearing and possessive of her or get in her face, not once in the films.

In the fucking show? The Clovis arc, while perhaps the worst offender, isn’t even close to being the first time Anakin has been overly pushy and aggressive with Padmé, or acting like she’s something he owns, From that time in the Senate Hostage ep where he’s bugging her about ditching work and all but acting like incels texting like “awww but babe my dick hurts :(”, from the FIRST Clovis disaster ep where he’s childishly trying to screw up Padmé’s mission, to the Clovis arc in season 6

And this is where they just roll right in with their “oh so Anakin’s an overbearing, entitled douche” bit with the interaction he has with Pads and he’s trying to talk her out of taking the Clovis assignment and he says something along the lines of “as your husband, I demand you don’t do this”.

Hwat. The Fuck.

What kind of caveman-esque, 1800’s-ass man of the house whom my wife must obediently serve kinda entitled-ass BULLSHIT?!?!?!?

Like, I’m sorry, I really am, but that is just completely out of left field and not like Anakin at all. I mean to the point that when he’s an evil Sith Lord trying to talk her into taking over the galaxy with him, EVEN THEN he does not include “Padmé you must join me because I’m your husband and you do as I say” sort of domineering assholerly.

Anakin does not push Padmé around. He does not TRY to assert authority over her or try and force her to do shit. Not only because she doesn’t put up with that kinda shit for a second, but because Anakin respects Padmé; he will treat her with respect. He always has, and sometimes like in this arc it really doesn’t feel like he does.

Now of course Padmé’s response to the “I own you” declaration is “fuck you, asshole, I do what I want” and doubling down on her decision, and then decides to go even harder on the mission if only to spite her douche husband (and we’ll get to Padmé’s characterization in a bit) which is a very different kind of Anidala conversation we see in the show as opposed to the movies (also discussed later).

Now, the reason for Anakin’s overbearing douchery ties directly into an overarching problem in TCW— honestly, one of the very few issues I have with this show, but the problem is that it touches nearly the entire thing —and that is they almost completely reworked Anakin’s personality to be more hyper-masculine alpha male.

This is a topic I’ve discussed on my blog before, but the gist is that in the movies, Anakin was not the typical male heroic protagonist and DEFINITELY not what people expected from Future Darth Vader The Masked Brutish Male Power Fantasy. He was awkward, he was shy, he was soft spoken, he was clumsy around the girl he liked, he was very openly romantic, he liked frolicking in fields and candlelit dinners and snuggling. Two of the most important people in his life were soft, feminine women and he openly loved them very dearly and very gently— and he deferred to them when he felt it was right, as I’ve mentioned before. He CRIED when he was upset and was messy and emotional. And fanboys hated this with a burning passion. They couldn’t project their power fantasy onto this!!!! The Anakin critics were a HUGE part of the mob who crucified the prequels to the point of chasing both Anakin actors practically out of the movie industry in general.

The Clone Wars writers were obviously petrified of this happening again. So their solution, as has always been Star Wars’s solution to hateful fans being upset about an innocent character, is to completely rework them, hide or retcon all the undesirable qualities, and act like everything was all fixed. Now don’t get me wrong, there are aspects of TCW Anakin that I adore. As I’ve also mentioned before, they got his humor, his cleverness, his eagerness to do the right thing, to help people, his relationship with Obi Wan and Ahsoka and his men, they got that all perfectly. But the rest??? TCW’s solution to the criticism of Movie!Anakin was to turn him into an agressive, dominant, violent shadow of everything “soft” he was in the movie

Now, he speaks loudly and more deeply. Now, he’s cocky and overconfident and while yes he was arrogant in the movies, now it’s dialed up to like an 11. He never cries, never even THINKS to show a negative emotion that’s not Manly Rage And Aggression(TM). And then there’s the way he is around the women in his life. No more awkwardness or shyness, now he makes jokes about being a “ladies man” and does whatever the fuck flirting he does with Miraj Scintel even though the Anakin from the movies would have needed like every scrap of his self control just to look at her without insta-murdering her face. And then there’s how he is with Ahsoka and Padmé. He is muuuuch more of a loud brash dudebro around them who pushes his weight and is kind of controlling and their solution is just to have the both of them be Strong Women(TM) who Fight Back whenever he tries it too hard with them.

With Ahsoka, it’s not too bad because it’s a brand new dynamic and she’s a rather agressive firecracker personality herself when we first meet her, so the constant Snips n’ Skyguy snipefest works for them. For Padmé? It just means that in far too many episodes they’re in there’s a point where Anakin says something Eh and Padmé gets mildly irritated to actually annoyed with him for it and she’ll talk down to him and then there’s an argument between them because he’s bullheaded and she’s a Strong Woman. Why do I consider these out of character?

In the movies, despite the flaws, Anidala is a couple who actually tries to communicate. Anakin feels open to speak about his troubles to Padmé and her to him (for the most part, she definitely has a savior complex and a tendency to squash her own shit so she can help deal with both Anakin’s and the galaxy’s at large) when they’re worried or concerned about something and they want to talk it out, so they’ll talk it out!

The problem with Anidala isn’t that they don’t communicate, it’s that they try but also only do it by halves because they hate fighting. They’ll talk, Anakin will say something that Padmé might disagree with— the fascism discussion in the Naboo field in AOTC, the question of whether the Republic is just or not in TPM —and she’ll try and correct him if she feels he’ll listen, but if he doubles down, she’ll go “ok you know what, agree to disagree, let’s not fight” and she subtly changes the subject because she hates fighting with him. If Pads says something Ani doesn’t like— telling Obi Wan about them in ROTS, some emotional advice she tries to give in both movies —he’ll flat out shut down and be like “I don’t want to talk about this, let’s drop it” and then seek out cuddles or affection as a distraction.

And that brings us back to the Clovis arc. The scene where the “as your husband” line occurs. Anakin is trying to talk Padmé out of doing this not because he’s jealous. Maybe he was jealous the first time he met Clovis and saw Padmé being all cute n’ fond with her old flame, but this time it seems almost entirely because last time ended in catastrophe and he’s genuinely worried for Padmé and feels she’s not thinking wisely, that she’s putting herself in danger.

However, Anakin is deciding to voice these concerns in Possessive Dudebro Pushing because of the aforementioned misguided Vader Foreshadowing and Toxic Masculinity. Padmé? Is not even CONSIDERING what he has to say, is just breezing on through and shutting him down at every turn and generally acting like he’s a dumbass who doesn’t have a clue about anything.

Now, it is very in character for Padmé Amidala to be all “I’m right, you’re wrong, fuck you don’t get in my way”. HOWEVER, they aren’t framing this as solely Padmé having a goal and bulldozing her way through the situation. That’s not how they frame this.

They frame this as: Padmé is embarrassed that she misjudged the situation wrong the last time and embarrassed even further that Anakin had to step in and get her out of trouble— which he brings up —and probably remembers that he made fun of her while he did it—

(Timing out to say that THAT scene was also OOC; they once more wanted a Vader parallel what with Anakin’s silhouette when he opens her cell door and the way Padmé’s sleeping pose is identical to Leia’s in ANH. But Anakin basically steps in and gives her this condescending-ass “awww the little wife’s gotten in over her head like I SAID she would, good thing I’m here to rescue her!” bit that’s really just MEAN. It’s not like him and Obi Wan’s/Ahsoka’s teasing snark whenever they have to pull each out of trouble, he’s just kicking her while she’s already down. Really, Anakin’s reaction should have been a lot less humorous and a lot more pissy; she didn’t listen to him, didn’t trust him, and ended up in danger because of it. It’d be a surly and upset “I told you so”, not an amused one.)

—and now it seems much more like Padmé is solely taking this assignment to spite Anakin for being a dick and to pettily prove that she knows what she’s doing rather than any sense or urge to do the right thing. And....... childish pettiness????? Is not Padmé. And yet, she has the entire immature “don’t tell me what to DO, Anakin” attitude this whole arc that amounts to WAY more than just the normal response she would have to his overcontrolling dickishness

And once again, it’s because she, like everyone else in the episode, seems to think the problem Anakin has is that he’s jealous of Clovis. He’s not, not really. He’s insecure, yes, but he also knows Clovis is a bag of dicks as well, and trusts that Padmé knows she’s better than that. His problem isn’t fears he’ll lose Padmé, it is entirely that Padmé isn’t listening to his concerns, doesn’t trust him, is going into a situation they both know is unwise, and he is frustrated he’s not in a position where he can look out for her since he feels she’s not looking out for herself. And, he’s not entirely wrong. Padmé IS being reckless and kind of irrational solely to prove a point. He just goes about it pretty much entirely the wrong way, which is what you can really say is the cause and effect formula for any problem Anakin Skywalker encounters and subsequently makes worse.

And then there’s That Scene. The one where Clovis tries to force a kiss on Padmé and Anakin freaks and almost kills him for it. I’ll start off by quoting another Tumblr user on that very scene by saying in regards to Clovis: “that bitch deserved that”. The almost murder? Maybe not that far, but the initial hitting for disrespecting someone’s “no”? Yep, that was deserved.

My first criticism is that Anakin shouldn’t have even had time to attack him because why the fuck wasn’t Padmé instantly kneeing him in the balls?!?! Like Padmé is not prone to violence immediately, no, but she can will and does defend herself immediately when she needs to— her right punch knocked someone tf out once when she was pissed —and she already gave him a warning that his advances were not welcomed.

Now, I am absolutely not victim blaming. I am NOT saying it is the fault of a woman (I’d be a hypocrite if I did and that’s all I’ll say on THAT), or of anyone when faced with sexual harassment, if they don’t fight back for whatever reason, no matter how capable of doing so they may be. What I’m saying is that considering her previous behavior and personality and the fact that the show NEVER goes deep enough into explaining heavy stuff like why victims might freeze or NOT fight back when faced with harassment, I feel like showing her not attempting to defend herself at all is kinda strange.

Now, Padmé’s utter passiveness to the situation aside, we’re going back into toxic masculinity and misunderstood interpretations of how Anakin displays possession. While I’ll repeat that Clovis deserved consequences for the forced kiss, Anakin going full caveman defending his property jealous rage just. Doesn’t feel right to me. Again, I think Anakin would probs hit him and put the fear of living god into him, maybe even I’d buy the attempted murder if they framed it as Anakin doing it because he hates those who force their will on others and disrespect women, but the whole that’s MY wife and you’re touching her shite just once more feels alpha male aggressive ridiculousness. Like again, I understand Anakin is possessive of Padmé, but not like this. I’m sorry, but I just cannot see that, him fighting over her like she’s a scrap of meat.

Like, I completely think she’s in the right tho to put them on a break after he does it though. That’s well within her right.

But then onto the FINAL part where after Clovis goofs and fucks them all over and then dies, she forgives him and blames herself for everything and apologizes. And like, that part I do see as in canon and character for her and for Anakin. He doesn’t like to admit his mistakes, her mistakes weigh on her and when she fails to fix or save someone, she falls into depression and upset and self-blame.

But the fact that Clovis died because Anakin dropped him? Anakin Skywalker, who scaled an entire elevator shaft carrying two people over his back who combined probs weighed more than Padmé and Clovis. Anakin Skywalker, who’s used the Force to lift tons of debris, who’s used it to hold back explosions, Anakin Skywalker, MOST POWERFUL FORCE USER IN HISTORY WHO TENDS TO RELY ON BRUTE STRENGTH FOR MOST SHIT ANYWAY. That Anakin couldn’t pull two people over a ledge?!?!?!?!? This has always bothered me.

Like to be honest; I feel this entire episode could have been so fixable too. Like keep Anakin’s obsessive worry over Padmé making a mistake, keep the best part of the arc which is his talk with Obi Wan where Obi Wan tries to connect with him and explain that he’s not alone, all Jedi have emotional struggles and have loved, if perhaps he wants to TALK to someone about it, Obi Wan is here for him, like that? That’s okay!

Just ugh ffs, get rid of the nasty Anakin treating Padmé like a naughty dog who won’t obey him and the Padmé purposely acting unwisely to spite Anakin plot. Have the entire conflict be both of them being upset that the other doesn’t trust them, doesn’t believe in their advice, keep Padmé’s speech about how marriages NEED trust and compromise to survive, take all of Anakin’s aggression towards Padmé and transfer it to aggression towards Clovis, like make the conflict him menacing the guy if he hurts Padmé again just because he’s being overprotective and “if you won’t look out for yourself I will” and Anakin getting constantly checked for not being able to control his emotions, Padmé can tell him off for being overprotective instead of overaggressive and his possessiveness can instead show through him arguing that he needs to keep her safe at all costs. THAT can be the argument.

And if they want the Vader foreshadowing? Like real, in-character Vader foreshadowing??? Tbh, drop the Clovis beatdown, drop the machoness towards Padmé, and just have Anakin blatantly DROP the douchebag at the end of the episode instead of his hand slipping. Make him choose to ACTIVELY kill Clovis. Like THAT, Anakin taking the law into his own hands and deciding that he knows best and this guy is dangerous and has fucked up one too many times, there being an opportunity where there’s an chance to save Clovis when they’re alone without Pads, “be a Jedi, Padmé wouldn’t want this, do the right thing” Clovis might say, and we can see Anakin’s face considering, and then he just “Long Live The King”s him and lets him fall and die, THAT is an in-character Vader foreshadowing.

Then at the end of the episode, we can have Anakin lie to her, say Clovis slipped, say it was too late, and Padmé can believe him, thank him for trying. Then there’s the same thing where Padmé apologizes, and we can have a callback to the convo about trust and she adds that she’s sorry that she didn’t trust him, and when she says that, we zoom in on Anakin’s guilty face.

There. That’s how I’d fix these episodes

And THERE, I think I’ve complained about everything, I am SO sorry for the gigantic ass post and response, I’ll add a read more once I’m on my laptop and not on the beach on mobile.

But yeah anon, I hope that satisfies your question xD

Once again, I welcome discussion if y’all either agree with me or if you have any differing opinions, I know my takes are far from hot for several people and I’m curious to see what others think!

#i’m SO sorry i got carried away but yeah this arc and one or two others (one in particular) are the only arcs that kiiinda set me off tbh #long post #ask #anon #one (1) hot mess #queen of my heart #star-crossed lovers #sw the clone wars #anidala #the clone wars

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lu-undy · 4 years

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Sniper is a lone man, talks very little even asa kid. When we gets hurt he doesn't say anything, he doesnt whine, he doesn't want to be a bother. But his back hurts a lot. Sniper (tries to) ignores the pain as always, but Spy notices. And he tries to convince Sniper to let him give him a massage because the pain is affecting his job. So yeah, just a massage, a professional one. But Spy's hands touch just the right places, and the ambience is amazing, and maybe that massage has a happy ending❤️🐑

Funny you mention that! I have already written it in one of my fics ^^ But here is something completely different from what I already wrote in the past, I hope you’ll enjoy it! :D

The tall man grumbled.

He wished the windowsills were higher so that he didn't have to spend his day slouched that way. He sometimes would sit on a wooden crate but that would end up giving him a sore bottom. Everyday, for every battle, the choice was there: sore bottom or back pain?

That day, he had gone for back pain with a side of slight headache, the former causing the latter.

Sniper took his shots, his jaw clenching and his shoulder contracting more than was necessary to compensate for the pain in his back. He reloaded and shot again. The cycles of reloads and shots spiralling for the entire duration of the match, along with his pain growing and his posture degrading.

After the battles, he went back to spawn and put his rifle in his locker. It needed a good clean but he just wanted a hot shower and a nap, or maybe just lying down for a while. He put his hand on his shoulder and tried massaging himself but of course, it was to no avail. A massage only works if one is completely resting while someone else did the job.

Had he been back home, he would have asked his mother. But she was thousands of miles away and he knew that calling her wouldn't help.

Sniper walked back through the base.

Nah, it wouldn't help. She would worry from far away and he didn't want to be a bother for anyone and especially not his dear mother. What about his father then? Nah, he would get told off for sure.

"Told ya, gunman's no proper job, son. And you'll get hurt."

"Dad, it's only back pain…"

"Does it hurt or not? It does! And is it because of shootin'? Yeah it is! So the point stands."

He opened his van's door and shook his head as if to shake away his father's voice that echoed in the walls of his mind. This entire discussion had rolled in his head as if he had it for real.

Sniper threw his hat and sleeveless jacket away before sinking on his couch. Oh it was an old, worn out thing that couldn't possibly be less comfortable. He wouldn't usually mind but he twisted his back left and right, trying to find a position that would hurt him the least.

"Bugger…"

He unbuttoned his polo shirt and slid a hand behind his back. It hurt… The pain growing stronger and weaker under the waves of his hand.

Knock, knock.

He raised his eyes to the door. Sniper hadn't heard anyone come to the door, which immediately gave away the identity of his visitor. He rose from the couch and, his hand still behind his back, he opened the door.

"Hey, Spy, what d'you want?" He asked.

The Australian watched as his colleague's face went from his usual suave smile to something else, something between distress and rage.

"Bonjour first maybe? And I'm sorry to interrupt, I shall come back later." The French accent was strong, not too much, but thicker than usual.

"What do you think you're interruptin'?" Sniper asked, confused.

"Well, look at you! Your shirt is open, your hair is completely disorganised, you are not even wearing your hat or your glasses!"

The tone of the Frenchman's voice had grown louder and louder as he spoke. By the end of his sentence, he sounded irritated. Sniper's eyes snapped wide. Why was Spy being so pissed off?

"W-wait, what?!"

The Frenchman sighed and lowered his head.

"Nevermind, Sniper, nevermind. Forget it. Forget… me."

He turned on his heels and walked away, shoving his hands in his pockets angrily.

"Spy, wait!"

The Frenchman turned to face him.

"Non, Sniper. I'm going back to my room. See you, maybe."

"Ugh, bugger…"

As if his day wasn't bad enough, he had to give the wrong impression and piss off his only friend… Sniper grumbled and fell deep in thoughts.

Need to apologise and tell him…

The Australian went to the Frenchman's room and knocked.

There was a moment before Spy opened.

"And you have the nerve to come to my door?" Spy asked.

"Spook, there was no one with me, I was alone! Can I come in and explain now, please!?"

Spy lowered his head and opened his door wider, as if to invite Sniper in. He entered and the Frenchman shut the door after him.

"What the-?! You're the one expectin' someone!" Sniper exclaimed his arms extended towards the unusual object standing in the room.

Spy had all the lights off apart from the flames of the fireplace and… some candles? Sniper looked around him. The Frenchman had put candles here and there and there was a gentle smell in the air… It smelled like a forest, fresh trees and leaves. But the most bizarre thing was the physiotherapy table there in the middle of it all.

"Indeed I was expecting someone. And he arrived." Spy answered, very calmly, with a smile.

"Well, as someone said, if I'm botherin' ya in the middle of somethin', I might as well leave…"

"Non."

Spy stood between the Australian and the door.

"You imbécile, I was waiting for you."

"What?!" Sniper was utterly confused. "What the bloody hell's all this?!"

"It's to relieve you. I do believe your back is killing you."

"How did-mh!?" Spy had put his index finger on his colleague's lips.

"Had I gone to your van and just asked you to come, you would have said you were too tired and you would have refused. So I had to think of another way to make you come out of your den of a camper van." Spy explained with a smirk and Sniper's eyebrows shot up.

"Now, don't make me get angry for real this time and go to my bathroom. You'll find a pair of shorts that I might have borrowed from your van. Put them on and come back here, lie down on the table."

Spy released his finger on his friend's lips and nodded his head towards his bathroom. Sniper thought he was hallucinating or dreaming. What the bloody hell was all that?!

He did obey though, in a brain-dead way. He went to the Frenchman's bathroom and found his old pair of grey short on the edge of the sink. He closed the door and slipped them on. When he came back, the Frenchman was waiting. He had removed his jacket and vest, his tie had gone too and he had opened the first few buttons of his shirt as well as rolled up his sleeves.

Sniper looked at the physio bed and back at his colleague. Spy's eyes were riveted on the bed. He had noticed how prude his friend was and how he wrapped his arms around himself and hunched his back, as if it hid his bare chest and back.

"Where did you ever find this…?"

"I borrowed it from Medic."

"You nicked it from Medic?"

"I intend to give it back. So it's a loan that he might not be completely aware of. Now, please, lay down."

"Roight…"

Sniper had gone too far to refuse. He lied on his stomach.

"Bien, put your arms along your chest, that's it, very good. Now, my hands are a bit cold but they will warm up, bear with me for a while."

"Alroight…"

"Shush, you close your eyes and don't think about anything."

"Spy?"

"What did I just say, Bushman?"

"Can you lock yer door though…?"

Spy sighed with a smile.

"Fine." The Frenchman moved to the door and locked it. He came back and removed his socks.

"Why the hell…?"

"And to think that you are the least sociable of us. Now you never stop talking…" Spy said. "But to answer you, I cannot proceed if my feet are not in contact with the ground."

Sniper heard the noise of some liquid being squeezed between Spy's hands and then he felt them on his back.

"When you massage someone, you are not just running your hands on someone's body. You are in a way taking the tension from that person, onto you, in your palms and your fingers. But all this strain, you have to throw it somewhere. I do believe it circulates through my body and I'm giving it away to the ground through my feet and the wooden floor."

Spy's voice was soothing Sniper.

"Also, I do hope you like the smell. I didn't have kangaroo and desert scented candles, but I thought that fresh forest would do."

"Spy… Your hands…"

"They're getting warmer now with the friction."

"No… They're… bloody… good…"

Spy smiled.

"Let me know where it hurts."

"Top, go all the way up."

Spy slid his hands left and right from his friend's spine, his feet anchored in the floor and his eyes closed.

"Shoulder blades… please… and shoulders…"

"Fine."

Spy took more oil in his hands and went for it. The Australian grunted and moaned under the Frenchman's efficient hands. He felt like some dough being rolled and kneaded. He had no idea Spy could be that skilled with his hands. Sniper was waving and rolling in his mind, his eyes closed, the smell of the candles and of the oil gently washing him from the inside.

And it lasted a long time, in silence. Spy thought that after the racket of the battlefield, the solitary hunter that Sniper was would appreciate some peace and quiet.

"Spy…?"

"Hm?"

"Talk…"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Any… Thing… Just… Talk…"

Spy's smile widened. His friend sounded so different.

"Well, I can start by asking you if you don't mind turning on your back."

"Five… More… Minutes…"

Had Spy not been used to keeping his emotions for himself, he would have chuckled at least.

"Fine."

His hands traced circles and loops, his palms pressed, his fingers following closely.

"Oooh… Spy… How…?"

"Sshh… Just enjoy." He whispered.

He kneaded his back slowly, paying attention to not neglect a single muscle. All of them were massaged and accounted for. Spy bent to Sniper's ear:

"I want to see your face now, mon beau."

Sniper's eyes snapped open. He turned on his back and saw Spy upside down, bending above his head and smiling.

"What's that mean?" The Australian asked.

"What?" Spy put a bit of oil in the middle of his palm and rubbed his hands together. He put his hands on his friend's collarbones and massaged down.

"Mon beau?" Sniper repeated with a twisted accent.

As Spy pushed his hand down Sniper's chest, his back slowly bent down until his mouth ended up next to the Australian's ear. He whispered:

"Literally, my handsome one."

Sniper's eyes popped wide open and his heart accelerated. His friend's hands on his naked chest didn't help and the Australian turned red as a brick.

"Breathe slowly, I can feel your heart pounding."

Spy's hands were working wonders on Sniper's chest and stomach, such that his entire body had no choice but to indeed relax.

When the Frenchman finished with the torso, his fingers moved to the Australian's face. Sniper looked at him, still seeing him upside down, with questioning eyes.

"Close your eyes." Spy whispered.

"I-I can't."

Their faces were a few inches apart.

"Yes, you can, just trust me."

Sniper took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt Spy's fingers on his chin, his cheeks, below his eyes, his temples and his brow. He repeated the motion for entire minutes without tiring, sometimes spending more time on Sniper's cheeks, next to his both hideous and attractive sideburns…

Spy moved around the table and slowed the movements down. Sniper felt that something was going on. He opened his eyes. The Frenchman's face was above the Australian's. Their eyes locked.

Sniper saw Spy's eyes. They were half-closed and blinked very slowly, the long dark eyelashes brushing the air like the wings of a butterfly.

"Thank you." Sniper whispered. He didn't want to break the silence too hard.

"It is my pleasure…" Spy brushed his friend's cheek down and stopped next to his mouth.

"You're the weirdest bloke I've ever met. Stealin' this bed, puttin' on a show with the candles, the smell, and the comedy you played back at my van…"

"Qu'est-ce je ne ferais pas par amour?"

[What wouldn't I do out of love?]

"What's that mean?"

Spy ignored Sniper's question and his fingertips moved closer to his lips. The Australian smiled and lifted his hand to put it on top of the Frenchman's.

"I'm sorry I can't say it in French but uh…"

"If you can't say it, make me understand it… Show me…"

Sniper's fingers laced between his friend's and his heart beat fast. He put his other hand behind the Frenchman's neck and pulled him in closer.

The Frenchman rolled his eyes up when Sniper's lips touched his. All he had wanted was to help the poor man who was too shy to ask for anything. But now the Australian was saying thanks, and maybe something else…?

#tf2 sniper #tf2spy #sniperspy

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vfdbaudelairefile13 · 5 years

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Misery Loves Company: part 2

...and HER NAME IS CARMELITA!!!!!

Meet Carmelita Spats...or pretend you already know her otherwise she will look at you like you are a dumb cakesniffer because EVERYONE knows who this pretentious, adorable little girl is.

Carmelita might seem like a brat, and don't get me wrong...she is but shes only a brat because she seeks attention and shes learned from a super young age that negative behavior gets you more attention.

Carmelita has the unfortunate attention of two rather creepy figures. One being the vice Principle of Prufrock Prepatory School, Nero. And the other is none other than Count Olaf or "Coach Genghis" as he calls himself. She isn't very kind to the Baudelaires, Quagmires, or Violet Snicket and she doesnt quite understand why allowing a creep like Genghis into the school was a very flawed decision on her part but none the less, she doesnt care because shes the cutest and most adorable girl in the whole wide world and everyone should bow down to her cuteness.

She isnt sure what's happening to the Baudelaires and the Quagmires and she honestly couldn't care less. All she really cares about is the color pink, dancing, and cakes. (That she definitely does not sniff).

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Klaus stiffened up when a young girl with red hair in tight curls, resembling Shirley Temple, wearing a pink outfit along with a frilly tutu walked up to him and Sunny.

"Are you the new cakesniffing orphans?" She asked in a rude tone.

"I...ugh..." Klaus responded confused as how he should answer the question. He and Sunny were new to the school and they were orphans, unfortunately...but he wasnt sure what 'cakesniffing' meant.

"Ugh...uh..." the girl mocked. "Do you not know how to talk, four eyes?"

Klaus frowned. *already I'm being picked on...fucking lovely.* he thought as Sunny glared at the girl. "Back!" Sunny yelled which was her way of saying, "back off, bitch!"

The girl looked down. "Ew...you have a cakesniffing baby,too. She better not drool on me,"

"Bite!" Sunny yelled which meant, "no need to worry about me drooling cause I will bite your hand off if you don't stop acting like a bitch!" Sunny rolled her eyes when Klaus didnt translate for her.

"We're the Baudelaires," Klaus said finally as slow as possible so the young girl won't make fun of him anymore.

The girl just stared at him. "Arent you going to introduce yourselves..."

"Oh...ummmm... I'm Klaus and this is my baby sister, Sunny. It's...," he began. He was going to say 'its very nice to meet you' but that would be lying. "It is...nice to make your acquaintance... ummm,"

"Ummm, uhhh," the girl mocked him again which made Klaus frown again. "Everyone who isnt a cakesniffer knows I am Carmelita Kitana Spats, I'm the most adorable girl in the whole wide school. Vice Princie told me so that's why I dont have to wear a cakesniffing uniform like you dorks,"

"At her!" Sunny yelled as Klaus quickly grabbed her before she could jump on Carmelita. This was Sunnys way of saying, "That's it let me at her!"

"Chill. Sunshine. Please." Klaus whispered to his sister who rolled her eyes.

"Well good news for you, I am here to give you a tour of the school. Follow me, poindexter and baby," Carmelita instructed as she began tap dancing through the halls. Klaus and Sunny looked at one another but followed the bratty child. Klaus wasnt paying complete attention when turning a corner trying to keep up with Carmelita that he bumped into a rather sad looking girl with long brown hair.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry," klaus replied hurriedly as Carmelita turned back to see if they were following.

"LETS GO CAKESNIFFERS!" Carmelita yelled.

The young girl continued to look at the ground with a frown upon her face. "Do you know where the Vice Principals office is? I'm new here and I'm lost." She asked without looking up.

"Oh. We're new here, too." Klaus explained. "But it's down that hall and theres a bench with an empty seat "

"Thanks," she said in a sad voice as she walked down the hall.

"Friend?" Sunny asked as she watched the girl walked miserably down the hall.

"Maybe... she seems standoffish, though." Klaus muttered.

"Sad." Sunny replied which meant, "maybe she's sad and just needs a couple of friends to make her feel better."

"Maybe," Klaus replied. "Sunny...dont get too comfortable here. Hes bound to find us again and then we'll have to leave our new friends behind."

"Never," sunny replied. "Fuck Olaf,"

"MOVE YOUR ASSES!" Carmelita yelled as she tapped her foot irritated as klaus ran to catch up.

#carmelita spats #violet snicket au #violet snicket #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #count olaf #vice principal nero #asoue #asoue au #misery loves company #Prufrock prep #austere academy #part 2

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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Ever want a monkey as a pet? Only if it would be ethical to get one. Are there even cases where it’s ethical to care for a monkey and take them home? I’m not so sure. What's the scariest bug you've ever seen? I’ve been scared all of them, but cockroaches will always take the cake. Do you have a favorite movie? if so what is it? Two for the Road and Good Will Hunting. Do you know the definition of floccinaucinihilipilification? No clue. What's your favorite color? Black or pastel pink.

Would you ever dye your hair that color? My hair is already black; I don’t plan on dyeing it pink ever. What was your favorite TV show you watched as a kid? SpongeBob, Suite Life, That’s So Raven. How many times a day do you tell your parents you love them? We’re not close so I don’t tell them so. Sometimes I’ll reply it to my dad when he chats me on Facebook, but I won’t say it to my mom. Ever talk to your pets? All the time. Do you think it's alright if people baby talk to babies? Of course. People shouldn’t mind other people’s way of talking to babies; they can be as high-pitched and sound as silly as they want if that’s how they get the baby to communicate with them. Do you believe that it will affect how fast they will learn to talk? I’m no baby psychologist lmao but if it helps the baby, then might as well keep doing it. Ever want to put a saddle on a great dane and ride it like a pony? No. Ever take a nap in a hammock? If we had a hammock I would probably fall asleep in it all the time, yeah. Spring, summer, fall, or winter? Winter. Do you like swimming in a pool or the ocean more? Ocean for days. Pools are slimy, smell weird, and have disgusting kids swimming (and peeing) in them. Do you think spongebob might be gay? Filed under ‘things I never think about.’ Blues Clues: was it better when she wasnt a puppet and talking? ??? Did the characters ever turn into puppets? I don’t remember that happening. Who's the best character in Rugrats? I always wanted to be Angelica lmao. Do you have cable? Yep, but I neeeeeeeever watch on cable anymore. Do you watch Comedy Central? No. I’ll watch segments from shows that I know are from Comedy Central, but I don’t watch the channel itself. Can you pull off the big bug sunglasses? I don’t know, I’ve never tried. Do you carry a purse or are you a pocket person? Pocket person. Ever get caught doing something naughty with your boyfriend/girlfriend? LOL yeah. Did you ever understand why you look for eggs on the day Jesus came back? No. Does the number 23 have any signifcance to you? Yeah, it’s the day of our anniversary. Poptarts or toaster stroodles? POP. TARTS. Do you know what college you’re going to go to? I knew nine years ago, and I’m glad things went according to plan. Who has had the biggest impact on your life? Gabie. Girls: ever wear boxers? Guys: ever wear a thong? No. Do you use q-tips to clean your ears? I do. How often do you wear make-up? Never, and only for events that I think are super important or when Kate wants to play with my face and put makeup on it. Ever want to make out with someone, anyone, didn't matter who? I’ve never felt like doing this. Staying a virgin until you're married or already had sex? Already did. If you had to choose one food to eat for the rest of your life it would be: Fried chicken. Or banh mi. How often do you curse? Too many times in a day to count it, I think haha. Use that potty mouth around your folks? Sometimes I’ll slip, but I’ve stopped getting in trouble for it any more. Enjoy going over the river and through the woods to grandmas smelly house? ???????? My grandma lives in a gated subdivision and it smells like childhood in there. Does your grandma smell good or bad or just old? She smells nice, but this is question is so inappropriate. Does she make good food? Ugh, the best. I want to learn her recipes so bad. Ever laugh and say "lol" in real life and not mean to? Hahahahaha sure. Smack someone on the ass lately? Nope. Someone smack your ass lately? Yep. Now did that person smack your ass (butt) or ass (donkey)? -____- Question 44: do you want to live past 44? Of course. Do you want to die good looking or old looking or doesnt matter? These questions are getting a wee bit irritating. Are you Polish? No. Ever rock a kilt? Nope. Ever been called a tease? Sure. Ever had your feelings hurt when you knew the person was joking? As someone who’s super sensitive, yes. Dancing. Its better together. Kinda like sex right? I hate dancing. Do have a job? And if so what is it? Not yet. Ya like money? Of course. Do you make jack-o-laterns during halloween? That’s not really tradition here. We’re more into trick-or-treating.

Who is your favorite actor or actress? Or do you not have one? Kate Winslet. Have you ever swam with dolphins? No, just watched them from afar. Ever fall in love but the other person just fell in like? Nope. Do you like puppies more than adult dogs? I love both. Cats, awesome pets or satan in diguise? Satan in disguise. I’m sure they make awesome pets for other people but I just can’t stand to be in the same room as them. Does love hurt? Even if it's true and real? Yes. Ever wish you could trade lives with ANYONE? Even a person you hate? Sometimes, when I get envious of other people.

#survey #surveys

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paladin-andric · 5 years

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An Even Game

Hey, everyone! After finishing Blackheart I had a few ideas for some shorts, so I think I’ll be posting some! This one’s about a bunch of mercenaries taking some time off to play some rather elaborate games...

Sofia’s entrance into the company hall was far from silent, but with the boisterous shouts coming from the table, it might as well have been.

None of the group of five could hear her coming as they laughed and complained, the sound of rolling dice and shuffling paper being heard.

“It’s nonsense is what it is!”

“You’re just mad you’re losing!”

“Hey, I’m only losing ‘cause you stacked the game, you rat!”

The woman was a member of the Drakebloods, a mercenary company that had been successful enough to found their own hall. While small, as the company was, it was a pretty massive achievement for them.

It appeared several of the members were using their downtime to play games at the hall, all of them crowded around the round, wooden table and sat in cheap wooden chairs.

Sofia, a soldier within the company, chucked her things onto an empty table as she made her way to the end of game room. Ahead of her they sat, a massive map, a mess of cards and papers, and dice and miniature figurines taking up the entirety of the table.

“Hey boys,” she said casually, most of them turning to look at her.

“Oh, hey Sofia!” David answered, a notable chipperness in his voice.

David was one of three humans at the table, the others being Michael and Emanuel. The fourth member of the group was a koutu, one Sofia knew very well as Con. Though his true name was Conchobhar, enough of the company called him by the simpler nickname that he was now known by both.

The final man at the table was a saalik, one of the lizards from the desert kingdom across the seas. He was Bahim, one of the largest and most intimidating warriors in the whole company. His great size, plainly apparent strength, and frightening reptilian visage did little to show his true nature.

Emanuel smiled at her. “Hey, wanna join? We’re short a player!”

“Pona Federation’s still not taken,” Michael added, sounding a touch irritated.

“Uhh, actually I’d just like to watch, thanks,” Sofia answered, hands on her hips.

“Come on!” David said, trying to egg her on.

“We’d love if you joined us!” Conchobhar said cheerfully, clutching onto a slip of paper.

“Really, thanks but I don’t want to. I don’t even know what you’re playing.”

“We could teach you,” David said softly, a playful grin on his face.

“That’d take ages.” Michael’s voice was low and carried frustration in it. “This game’s already an hour in and we’ve barely done anything. Can we get a move on?”

“Hey...if she doesn’t want to play, we shouldn’t make her,” Bahim’s voice was quiet and meek, as it usually was. Quite a mismatch for the brutish-looking warrior.

“Tsk, whatever,” David said with a roll of his eyes, “If you say so…”

Sofia pulled a chair from another table and joined them, leaning over the massive map and piles of papers. “What in the world is this game, anyway? What needs THIS much work to play?”

“Deacan Kings!” Conchobhar said excitedly.

“Deacan Kings…?”

“You mean to tell me you’ve never played it?” Emmanuel asked, his tanned face staring at her in confusion.

She shook her head. “Never heard of it.”

“Wow…I thought everyone in the whole damn company played this at least once,” David mused.

“Not me. What IS it, anyway?”

“Deacan Kings is like playing history!” Conchobhar cried. “Err...well, like playing how history could have been, anyway. You pick a nation and try to manage your kingdom, and build up the administration, deal with court intrigue, and conduct politics with other plays, forge alliances, scheme, and try to conquer all of Deaco! It’s wonderful!”

Sofia crossed her arms and frowned. “Manage politics and administration? Sounds complicated.”

“Oh, it is!” Bahim said, a sort of shy happiness dancing on his face. “B-but it’s really fun! Once you learn everything, there’s just so much you can do! There’s so many different paths for you to take your nation! There’s dozens of laws you can change your stance on, and nation get their own bonuses, and your ruler gets personality traits that change things and limit what you can do, and how the game goes…” The large lizard stared off into the distance, lost in his joyful recollection of the rules like a child telling his parents about his favorite play.

“Hey, speaking of ruler traits…” David tapped the map. “Turn 20. Time for everyone to get one.”

The group all grabbed for a stack of notes in the corner, each taking one off the top one by one. As they looked at what trait their ruler now had, varying reactions came from all over the table.

“Oooh, I got workhorse!” Conchobhar said excitedly, “Yes!”

“Ah, whatever,” Michael said angrily, tossing his card to the table.

“What, what'd ya get?” David asked.

“Soft-hearted.”

“Hey, that’s not bad at all!” Conchobhar said, “That’s amazing for the endgame!”

“Yeah...for when you have a massive empire,” the irritated human said, “I’ve got two regions, man. TWO. All cause David’s mad that I’m better than him.”

“Aww, what are you talking about? I thought you were GOOD at this game!” David laughed mockingly.

“Literally no one plays the kobold tribes, you ass. They get annexed by turn three, tops.”

“Michael’s the best Deacan Kings player, basically ever,” Conchobhar explained to Sofia in a low whisper, “Whoops everyone here every time we play. David complained so now he’s handicapped.”

The woman nodded, now understanding why Michael seemed so annoyed. He was too good to play with, so they had given him a nation so outgunned it would be hopeless to win in most other players’ hands.

“Oh, and soft-hearted boosts happiness and lowers unrest in every region,” the birdman added, “Pretty amazing when you’ve got dozens of places to keep under control.”

The woman nodded, becoming more interested in the game. “I see…God, this is complicated. Interesting, though...”

“And yet here you are at turn 20. I don’t see what you’re complaining about…” David was grinning like mad.

“Cause you’re BAD,” Michael said, flashing a grin of his own, “Five thousand tribal warriors, and you just can’t stamp me out.”

“Tsk. You got lucky!”

“Nope. Learn about terrain and maybe your massive army could beat a couple of kobolds with sticks,” he shot back.

“I’m gonna kick your ass!” David shouted, “Just wait til ya-”

The man’s eyes went wide as he stared down at his card, his mouth freezing in place.

“Oooh, I think he got something good,” Emmanuel said, looking over at the other man.

“What? What did you get?” Conchobhar asked, trying to peek over his card.

“...GENIUS!” David announced triumphantly, “King Bohem is now a genius!”

“Horseshit,” Michael grumbled. The others all chattered in excitement as he tapped the table, deep in thought.

“That’s a good trait, I’m guessing.” Sofia said, the others turning to look at her.

“Are you kidding?! It’s the best trait in the whole game!” David answered, still ecstatic.

“It lowers civil unrest, boosts tax and trade revenue, increases your military command, gives a nationwide boost to prosperity, and makes you able to change laws three times as fast!” Conchobar explained giddily.

“I haven’t seen anyone get genius in a long time,” Emmanuel said quietly, “Speaking of which...I’ve got agriculturalist now.”

“Aww, come on!” Michael complained, “Did EVERYONE but me get a good trait?!”

“Soft-hearted’s a good trait, just-”

“Just not for the current situation, yeah yeah yeah,” the increasingly frustrated man cut Conchobhar off, “I know.”

“A true ruler serves the people,” the koutu said with a sly grin.

“Chieftain Stonebark giving his slaves hugs doesn’t really matter when they’re all about to die, does it?” Michael said with a roll of his eyes.

“...ah.” Bahim’s eyes rose from his card, a sullen expression on his muzzle. “Err...cheer up, Michael. Stonebark’s got it better than the Sultan.”

“Oh dear. Get one of the negative traits?” the man replied.

“Ahaha...you know how David got the best trait in the game?” the large lizard smiled sheepishly. “Err...Sultan Venhim is now...insane.”

There was a brief pause, the entire room bathed in oppressive silence for a moment...before everyone erupted into laughter.

Sofia watched them all lose it, confused by their reactions.

“O-oh, God!” David slapped his thigh. “Oh, WOW!”

“Rest in peace, Abinsil,” Emmanuel said, trying not to laugh.

“Oh dear...that just leaves the kobold tribes as allies to the Koutu Kingdom,” Conchobhar said with a notable amount of worry.

“Tsk...sounds like I might need to sail down there and take a few regions, Bahim,” Emmanuel said.

“W-what?! Aww, come on!”

“Hey, my back’s been against the wall this whole game! I’ve gotta do what I’ve gotta do,” the human answered back.

Michael’s anger seemed to have evaporated. “Huh. I guess things really could be worse…”

“Uhh...why are you all talking like he’s just out of the game?” Sofia asked, “Is it really that bad?”

“Yes, and he basically is,” Conchobhar answered.

“Insane makes you roll the dice at the start of every one of your turns,” Michael explained, “If you roll lower than 20, every one of your actions, changing laws, moving troops, diplomacy and troop movements...is decided randomly by rolling to see what happens.”

“Insane rulers basically flail about doing nothing until their entire nation is wiped out, since they can’t even move their troops to defend or attack anything,” Emmanuel added.

“That sounds...really, really dumb and unfair,” Sofia said, rubbing her chin.

“Yeah, but it makes civil unrest skyrocket too.” Conchobhar flashed a scrap of paper with lists of names and traits. “If they survive long enough there should be a civil war, and since the player usually can’t respond in any way they’re beaten and overthrown quickly...not that anyone should TRY to keep an insane king in power! Once they roll for their new monarch they can start playing again.”

“Ugh...PLEASE don’t invade me,” Bahim whined, “I don’t wanna get kicked out now!”

“I don’t know…” David gave the lizard a predatory grin. “You’ve been developing your regions SO well. They’re so rich…”

“Aww, come on! Don’t! Pleeeaaase?”

“Hmm...I’ll send you a marriage proposal!” Conchobhar announced, “Then we can form an alliance and I’ll take the heat off of you!”

“R-really?! Wow, thanks!”

“Don’t thank him yet, your loony king still has to roll to accept,” Michael noted.

“I’ll just keep trying til we succeed!” the koutu said happily, “Then I can deploy in your regions!”

“Hey, now everyone’s in a coalition against me!” David cried, “No fair!”

“Hey, you’re the one who picked the overpowered nation,” Michael said with a grin, “It’s only natural.”

“Bah! I’ll just deploy dragons against you all!”

“Once my capital gets to the next prosperity level I can summon dragons too,” Michael said, “You’d better watch out…”

“Argh! I won’t let you live that long! I’m attacking you!”

Michael shifted miniatures as David did the same, the two of them moving their “soldiers” into lines across their borders.

“Better hope that this doesn’t end up like the last assault…” the kobold player said with a grin.

“Whatever!” is all David, the Geralthin player managed in response, grabbing a sheet of paper. “Pah...forty to one, you see that?! You’re hopelessly outnumbered.”

“Than it’s an even game.”

Sofia leaned back as she watched them all go, everyone shouting encouragements and playful insults as the two players prepared for battle.

Perhaps I should learn how to play, too…

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sassycassie-s-writing · 5 years

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One PM Pajamas

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Final Fantasy XV/Prompto Argentum

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: Nothing. Just a cute scene in my head.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Hopefully this reads as cute as it was when I imagined it.

^^^^^

When my doorbell rang at one in the afternoon, I really should have been prepared to answer it.

But was I?

Nope.

I was eating a Cup Noodle for lunch in my pajamas without pants on—just in my giant T-shirt and underwear. My hair had been brushed but that was it.

I crept to the door and peered through the peephole.

Confused, I opened the door just enough to peek around it, letting it get caught on the chain. “Prompto! What are you doing here?” I asked.

He beamed at me. “I need your advice,” he said.

“You sure that’s a good idea? Last time you took my advice you dislocated your shoulder.”

“I trust no one else with this question.” The seriousness behind the playful look he gave me convinced me. I shut the door, slid the chain to release it, and opened it again. I let it swing wide to let him in, pulling my shirt down to more securely cover my modesty.

“Well, if you’d called first, I could have looked like a normal person when you showed up. Let me put some pants on. Make yourself at home. Grab a snack and a drink if you want. Be right back.”

I headed down the hallway to my bedroom, still making sure my T-shirt was pulled down.

“Hey how come you’re in your jammies at one in the afternoon?” Prompto called jokingly.

“Buzz off!” I shouted, shutting my bedroom door to change. “Mimi and I stayed up till like three-AM watching makeup tutorials and trying to replicate them!” I shucked off my pajamas and pulled on a normal person outfit. Nothing fancy—it was Prompto. He’d known me since we were kids.

“Where is your roommate anyway? She gonna walk in on our secret discussion?”

“Decidedly not. She’s at work all day,” I said. “Hence why I'm eating a Cup Noodle in my pajamas at one in the afternoon.” I went back into the living room. Prompto was sprawled on the sofa, holding a bag of chips.

“What in Eos, gurl!” he teased, throwing a pillow at me. “You said you were putting on pants not a formal outfit!”

“Sweats and a T-shirt that’s actually in my size is not a formal outfit, Argentum,” I snapped, grabbing my Cup Noodle from the breakfast bar and plopping down on the sofa next to him. “Now what’s up?”

“I need your advice.”

“So you said. Carry on.”

“Okay. So. There’s this girl—”

“Ooooh! A girl! Prompto Argentum has finally succumbed to the endless stream of romcoms in his Chocoflix queue and fallen in love himself!”

“Shut up,” he muttered. His ears and cheeks were turning bright red.

I laughed and gave him a hug. “C’mon, Prom. You know I love and support you in all your endeavors. And that includes dating. I'm just surprised you’ve finally fallen for someone.” I crossed my legs and put some noodles in my mouth. “Now. What about this girl? What do you like about her? What do you want from your interactions with her? Are you going to ask her out?”

“Uh… she’s smart, funny, nice. Seems to actually care about me—which is, y’know, awesome. I don’t know. I’ve known her for a while and I just… well. I realized the other day that I was head-over-heels for her with no idea what to do about it.”

“So you came to me.”

“Well I would trust no one else with this information.” He gave me a mock-serious glance.

I laughed. “Okay. So do you want to ask her out?”

“Yeah… but I'm nervous that if I do, it’ll destroy our friendship. And I value our friendship a lot.”

I pursed my lips, jovial mood souring slightly. “That does put a damper on things. It’s a hard tightrope to walk, I’ll admit. Because feelings change things and knowing about someone’s feelings changes things. Like, if you liked her and kept it secret, you could just go on being friends and she’d never be any the wiser if you played it right. But if you told her how you really feel… well. There’s always the chance of rejection and then the awkwardness that comes after. Because you want to try to still be friends but she knows you want to be more.”

“So what do I do?”

“Honestly, Prompto, that’s up to you. I can’t make that decision for you. I feel like if you really like her and she seems favorable to the idea, you could ask her on a low-key, friendly sort of date. Which seems counterintuitive, I know. But, like, ask her if she’s seen that new movie and if she’d like to go see it with you. Or offer to grab lunch with her sometime to chat. If she agrees, you can try stepping it up. I don’t know, Prompto. I'm Miss Forever Single, remember?”

“Well… just tell me what you would want if some guy you’ve been friends with for a while suddenly asked you out.”

“Depends. Is he a creep that I’ve known for a while?”

Prompto sighed. “I hope not. Okay. Imagine it was me. You and I have been friends for… how long now? Twelve years? Since we were kids. What if I asked you out. Would you say yes?”

“Of course I’d say yes. It’s you. You’re like… the greatest, sweetest guy in all of Lucis.” I smiled and flipped some hair off my shoulder. “Any girl—actually, any person—would be lucky to snatch you up. Like, you are a catch, Prompto. And if this girl doesn’t see it… that’s her loss. Truly. You don’t have to start big, Prom. Just be casual. And be yourself. You’re awesome.”

Prompto regarded me thoughtfully, munching on some chips while I had another mouthful of noodles. “Thanks. I guess you’re right. Casual sounds really nice, actually. Like… less pressure, y’know?”

I smiled. “Oh yeah. And really, girls don’t always like fancy dates. Getting ready is a hassle and sometimes it’s awkward. I love chill dates. Like that blind date I went on a couple weeks ago. We literally went to the arcade in jeans and sneakers and stuff and played games. It was great. He smoked me at Skee-Ball but I beat him at Crossy Road. Like, that’s where the real fun and enjoyment is. To me anyway. Your crush might like being splurged on and pampered but ugh why.”

That made Prompto laugh. “No… I think she wouldn’t mind a casual date.”

“So go for it. We don’t get a lot of time on this planet. Sometimes we just have to shout YOLO while diving headfirst into the deep end.”

Prompto knew how much I hated the term YOLO for being annoying, but it got my point across and made him smile. He had such a bright smile. It always managed to make me happy just by seeing it. Which was probably why I had so many framed photos of the two of us in my room—though that was also because I got one every year on my birthday from him.

“You’re right. I think I will ask her out on a casual date.”

“Do it. And tell me how it goes!”

“Yeah. Yeah I will,” he said. He gave me a hug. “You’re the best dating coach in the world.”

“For being perpetually single?”

“Well, coaches don’t play the sport.”

I laughed. Prompto let me go and put the chips he got out of my cupboard away.

“I'm gonna call her on my walk home.”

“Tell me how it goes. Text me when you get home so I know you got home safe, ‘kay?”

“You got it, gurl!”

I ruffled his hair. He groaned and swatted at me like I was an irritating fly before heading for the door. We exchanged another hug and he left. I disposed of my Cup Noodles and went into my room so I could get some work done for Ignis before he started breathing down my neck. Mimi and I had a small study where we literally just stored books and the fancy desk my dad had given me when I moved out. I only used it when I was feeling really productive. I sat at the desk with my laptop and set to work.

I wasn’t sure how long I was typing up reports and council notes that Ignis had handwritten—thank the Six his handwriting was as neat as a computer font and perfectly legible no matter how fast he was writing—but I could feel the passage of at least a few minutes in a slight ache in my shoulder.

Out in the living room, my phone buzzed.

I sighed. “What now?” I muttered.

I got up and ran to get it.

Incoming Call: Prompto XD

“Hello?”

“Hey! Would you want to come catch a movie with me sometime? It doesn’t have to be anything formal.”

“Oh my word. Were you talking about me?!” I demanded.

All I got in response was laughter.

“Prompto Argentum! I cannot believe you asked me for advice on how to ask me out. I hate you so much that I love you right now. Of course I’ll catch a movie with you sometime. If I can get this stupid report of Ignis’ done, I’ll be free tonight.”

“That’s great! I’ll come pick you up at five-thirty?”

I laughed. “Absolutely. I’ll be ready.”

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Out of the Blue 03

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk.

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3

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It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn't even begin wrap his head around the way 'natural instincts' and 'pheromones' worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn't exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater.

The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable.

He got little sleep because he couldn't stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other's arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.

Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?

Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn't quite know how to cope with that - didn't understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.

But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?

"It doesn't matter if you just want to hug her or check up on her, Jungkook sees it as a threat - it makes him anxious and upset, because to him he think's you're going to snatch her away from him and try to make her yours. You may not understand, but please, do try to respect them."

Seokjin had explained to him rather firmly earlier today after he had said something offhandedly bitter about Jungkook's possessiveness over you.

It was true, he didn't understand one bit, but he decided to respect Jungkook anyways like Seokjin had suggested. After all, he had agreed to this and paid the large sum of money for this to happen. The only thing was, at the time of the agreement he didn't know how strange it was going to be.

It'll be over soon.

Snapping back out of his thoughts and looking out of the large window down at you and Jungkook, he noticed during his bout of reflective thoughts that the playfulness in the water you two had been enjoying had quickly turned into something.... else, to say the least.

You two had gotten out of the water, stark naked, and Jungkook already had you on your hands and knees in the grass area next to the pool, closing in behind you on his knees as you arched your back and-- Namjoon widened his eyes, quickly turning his back to the window before he saw something he didn't quite want to see.

The last thing he wanted right now was to see one of your little 'sessions' as Seokjin always referred to them as. Lord knows he had heard enough, even with how big the mansion was. No matter where he went, he was always conveniently near an area you and Jungkook decided to get busy in.

And this was only the third day?

Namjoon let out a long sigh, running his hands down his face tiredly and when his eyes shifted up, he jumped a bit when saw Seokjin standing at the entrance of the room all of the sudden.

"Oh, Seokjin ssi. Didn't hear you come in," Namjoon chuckled, scratching behind his ear and feeling heat rush to his face for whatever reason.

Truthfully he didn't know what to call the room they were in, a sitting room maybe? It had plenty of couches and chairs, with bookcases lining most of the wall space with one large window and two medium sized ones on either side taking up the span of the back wall. And through the glass there was a perfect view of the lavish backyard, which had a patio with a mini bar, a rock pool and perfectly trimmed trees and freshly mowed grass.

"I was looking for you to tell you lunch was ready if you were still hungry. I know earlier you mentioned how you were, so," the other smiled, stepping closer until he got to the window, the one which Namjoon had just stepped away from.

"I wouldn't-" Namjoon began, trying to save the other from seeing something he probably didn't want to, but Seokjin was already looking through the glass, an amused laugh leaving his lips when he spotted you two, Namjoon assumed.

"They really can't control themselves, can they?" He sounded so amused and there was a slight hint of fondness in his tone.

"Uh, yeah, doesn't seem like it." The amusement and fondness didn't quit reach his voice like it did with Seokjin's. Oh well, he supposed he just didn't see the 'cuteness' in it like the other man did.

"Honestly, I've never seen a heat session so extreme like this before. And it's only the third day - this is a first for Jungkook," for some absolute unknown reason, Namjoon's eyes got caught on the other's lips as he spoke, and he couldn't for the life of himself look away, almost as if he was mesmerized by the plushness of them and how soft they seemed like they would be against-- whoa, wait a minute, where the fuck was he going with this?

He blinked in shock at himself, averting his widened eyes to some other place, and that some other place wasn't exactly any better than before. At all, in fact. It just so happened to be the broad expanse of the other's shoulders. They were tucked in firmly in a white v-neck t-shirt that stretched across his back to accommodate them and Jesus Christ, you could land a Goddamn plane on those.

When he caught himself biting his lip at the sight, he just about slapped his own face in disgust at how out of it he was being and he quickly turned away from Seokjin, trying to regain his fucking sanity that somehow seemed to leave him whenever the other man came around.

This was not him, Namjoon was not like this. He has always prided himself on being a levelheaded man who knew how to take control of situations and be able to make sense of them - of why they're happening and any possible solutions them. But right now... right now Namjoon was so lost with his emotions and whatever the fuck was happening between him and Seokjin that he didn't even know what to think or feel. He was confused and a little irritated with himself because he's just met the guy and Namjoon's already allowing him to manipulate his emotions with a simple smile.

Jesus fuck.

"They'll be done down there soon probably. I’m gonna ask Somi to go take a towel out there for them to rest on afterwards," Seokjin spoke as if he was speaking to himself because it didn't really sound like he was talking to Namjoon directly.

"Somi?" Namjoon repeated the name in slight confusion, not recognizing the name.

"She's a maid here."

Oh right yes, of course. He almost forgot he was in a mansion bustling with servants.

“I’d do it myself, but if a male were to walk up to them right now, Jungkook would not be a happy camper. Probably won’t be very happy with Somi either, but oh well.”

The other man finally looked away from the window, directing his gaze to Namjoon now with a smile on his face.

His smile could probably heal a wound, Namjoon suddenly thought to himself in exasperation as he rushed to return the smile. Although it probably looked more on the lines of a grimace - what with his train of thought and everything.

"Anyways, if you're hungry there's something real good waiting in the kitchen. Care to join me and find out what it is?" Seokjin winked playfully and walked passed him towards the door, brushing their shoulders together lightly as he went, not even waiting for his answer.

Namjoon gazed at his back as he headed for the door, in a daze, his shoulder tingling from the light contact.

Something real good waiting in the kitchen? Was it going to be Seokjin?

No, you fucking idiot, he already said it was food.

If Seokjin were a food, Namjoon couldn't decide if he'd be a juicy rib-eye steak with lobster tail on the side, or a perfect slice of cherry pie with a dollop of whipped cream on the top.

Hmm...

No, he'd be something more fancy than either of those things, Namjoon concluded. But Namjoon couldn't really think of much fancier foods - he wasn't a fancy dude, didn't have a fancy vocabulary full of delectable dishes.

He continued gazing, only snapping out of it when the other turned around in the door frame, raising an amused eyebrow.

"You coming?"

Oh my God, did he really just zone out and ponder about which type of dish Seokjin would be while said-man was standing right in front of him?

He's fucking lost it.

But his feet begin to move of their own accord, following Seokjin out of the sitting room anyways.

Of course he was coming.

The blades of grass started feeling like needles on your hands and knees, chafing your soft skin as Jungkook incessantly pounded his way into you from behind. You let out a high whine, dropping onto your elbows and spreading your knees further apart, trying to get some sort of relief. Jungkook was forced to lean down over you now in your new position and he did so with a reverberating growl in his chest, hooking his chin over your shoulder and nipping hard at your ear, making you tilt your head away and whimper.

Your wet hair stuck to your face and you could feel water droplets from Jungkook's body drip onto you, and then roll off of you onto the grass in what seemed like an endless cycle. He kept growling harshly in your ear as his hips slapped rapidly into your ass, the sound of wet skin meeting skin over and over again joining the other outside noises of the backyard - like the sounds of birds chirping and the trickling of water from the waterfall into the pool. You arched your back even more, trying to make sure the position was perfect for his knot and the action earned you another nip on the ear. Oddly one of his ways to show his approval.

In the blink of an eye, it had gone from innocent playing in the swimming pool, to a shiver running through your body and Jungkook being on you within seconds - tugging you out of the pool and into the grass where he could mount you properly.

It was indescribable, the feeling that rushed through your body and into your brain whenever your fever returned, consuming every inch of you. It was an extreme desperation and yearning, one that would become physically unbearable if not taken care of within a reasonable amount of time. But it was the most wondrous, perfect feeling ever, how Jungkook would immediately become aware of your desires and give you exactly what your body so desperately needed.

God, you loved being under Jungkook, having Jungkook inside of you, having his mouth on some inch of your skin. You felt like you belonged to him, and he to you.

Just as you could start feeling Jungkook's knot swelling, a strange scent filled your nostrils, but after sniffing at the air for a moment you realized it was female and non-threatening so you decided it wasn't anything for you to fret over. However, you could feel Jungkook tense above you immediately and his chest begin to rumble from a deep, possessive growl. You couldn't see his face, but you knew for a fact there was a snarl on it, his hips gradually slowing down and his knot continuing to inflate.

He straightened up on his knees again, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable now that he wasn't covering your body with his own, but you assumed he did so in order to look at the oncoming presence and appear more intimidating, no doubt puffing his chest out.

"Mr. Jeon, I was told by Mr. Kim to bring a towel down for you two to rest on, after you.." The voice trailed off when Jungkook let out a particularly intimidating growl and then he was on you again, bending down to nuzzle his way to your neck so he could lick at it. One of his favorite ways to show his claim over you, despite the fact you two were currently knotted together - his claim quite obvious.

He was still growling lowly in his chest, and whoever the person was threw whatever she was holding - the towel, you assumed - down beside you two and then she retreated back to the house - her scent becoming weaker and weaker until she was behind a closed door again.

Since his knot was almost fully formed he couldn't thrust anymore so he just opted to grind against you, making you whimper from the slight stinging pinch it caused and then shortly afterwards you could feel his warm seed splash within you. The sensation drew a moan out of you suddenly, loving that feeling more than absolutely anything. It made you feel blissful and fulfilled.

You lifted your head and turned it to the side, whining in your throat for Jungkook's attention. He leaned his head in quickly, making a tired noise of question as he brushed his nose against yours and you licked at his mouth helplessly, the taste of him sending a jolt of pleasure throughout your body. To your delight he licked back, your tongues lapping at each other earnestly and you whimpered when you felt another spurt of his cum inside, brought on by another surge of excitement no doubt.

Licking Jungkook with his cock nestled firmly inside of you, still leaking from uncontrolled excitement and arousal.

It was perfect.

After awhile, you worked together on spreading out the towel the female had brought to you and then carefully laying down on top of it on your sides to rest. Jungkook held you close to him, back pressed firmly against his chest and his hips were flat against your ass, keeping his knot from tugging and hurting you. He languidly licked and kissed at your ear and you closed your eyes and smiled, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and the wonderful weather outside. It was such a beautiful day, you hummed happily in content.

Once his knot deflated enough to pull out and you exchanged respectful licks, you decided to head back inside for something to eat and drink.

You were snuggled into Jungkook on the big bed that you two have just about ruined over the past couple of days as you watched a cartoon television show called Bob's Burgers. You had never seen it before, but Jungkook said it was funny and probably his favorite show, so you decided to watch it while snuggling and eating your chicken nuggets.

A laugh came tumbling passed your lips at a random thing the character Gene had said and the sound made Jungkook shift, tugging you in a bit closer and resting his chin on your head.

It was silent as you both watched the TV and it was a slight struggle to eat your chicken while being in such a tight grip of his, but you were not complaining at all. It was the most comforting feeling you had ever experienced. Struggle be damned.

"How long have you-- been working, you know? Working at a place, at an actual job and everything." Jungkook suddenly inquired, taking you a bit by surprise - so enthralled in the show that you weren't expecting such a question. And by the way he said it made him sound like he had been thinking about it for a little bit. Trying to think of a way to say it, to word it perhaps.

Craning your neck, you looked up at him. "Ever since I was a little pup. Why?" Setting your chicken nuggets aside, you scooted up some on the bed, prepared to talk about this if that's what he wanted. It would be tricky since the subject was closely related to Namjoon since it was his cafe you worked at, but you would try to avoid explicitly bringing him up if possible.

"Nothing, I'm just--curious, is all." He responded, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, making your ears flutter from the gentle action.

You looked up at his own ears and noticed that they were both slightly flattened instead of one perked up and the other being flat like they always were when he was 'curious'.

With your own curiosity piqued now, you moved out of his arms and up onto your knees on the bed. He rolled fully onto his back, arms held in the air in slight confusion as to what you were doing, but that was before you swung a leg over his waist and settled your weight onto him, putting his confusion to rest.

"Tell me," you grinned down at him, "what are you thinking about? What's going on up there?" You knocked lightly on his head with your knuckles, playing with him.

Jungkook snagged your hand and he held it as he scooted up further on the bed to where he was half-sitting up against the pillows with you in his lap.

"Don't hit me." Maybe the words could have been threatening or even a command, if it weren't for the big grin on his face and the amusing tone of voice he used.

Jerking your hand out of his grip, you slapped it onto his arm to be funny and stubborn, but you were almost jarred at how hard it was. There was no give, at all. You looked at his bicep, eyes widening a bit as you marveled at the sculpted piece of flesh and muscle beneath. Jesus Christ.

"Jungkook..." You breathed out, barely audible, but you bet your ass Jungkook heard it plain as day. As he was suddenly hyper-aware of your every movement, word, breath. You ran your fingertip down the ridge of a highly defined spot, swallowing the gathering saliva in your throat at the amazing feeling. "You're so strong..."

Licking his lips, he flexed, making it ten times more defined and you just about swallowed your fucking tongue at the feeling of the rock-hard bicep beneath your fingertips.

It was so hot, God it was so fucking hot that it had you whining helplessly, leaning down and nosing at it before poking your tongue out and licking a defined ridge. Jungkook made the most delicious sound, a deep growl of disbelief and arousal delightfully shaking you to the core.

His hands suddenly found purchase on your hips, grip tightening and fingers pressing into your delicate flesh when you decided to squirm slightly in his lap. Your tail wagged submissively behind you from the strong hold on your body, the reminder of Jungkook's strength and dominance sending a jolt of excitement straight in between your thighs.

You stroked your cheek against his bicep, eyes shifting upwards to look at him only to find that he was already gazing at you with a familiar darkness in his orbs that was not there moments ago. His jaw was clenched and nostrils flared slightly from his breathing becoming more worked up and heavy with every passing moment. So from that and his dark eyes, it gave him an overall wickedly lustful expression.

A familiar fire began to spread throughout your stomach, arousing your lower region as you felt yourself beginning to produce slick in response to the current situation. However, it was a bit different from when your fever caused it. Instead of feeling frantic and wanting to race to the finish line, you felt like taking it slow, building things up and reveling in the emotions without rushing. You lifted your head to place a gentle kiss to his tense jaw and then moving up, you touched your lips lightly against his. So light that it was almost teasing.

Jungkook let out a small deep growl in the back of his throat, tilting his head forwards, putting more pressure into the kiss. But you pulled back a little when he did so, not allowing him to intensify the kiss, keeping it featherlight.

His grip on your hips tightened even more, almost a warning to not tease him as he tried once again to put more pressure into the kiss. But you just grinned lightly as you pulled back once more, wanting to see how worked up you could get him over this.

Your stomach tightened and burned when he growled in warning, the sound so deep and intimidating that it had you flattening your ears and suppressing a whimper from falling out. You were soaked between your thighs by now and you could feel the heat radiating from Jungkook's hardened cock, which was so close to your pussy but just barely missing it.

He tried one more time at kissing you more forcefully, but you were too quick and tilted your head back just in time, this time with a little breathless giggle. However, Jungkook was having none it - finding nothing amusing about your game at all.

Expecting him to just growl at you again, you were taken by surprise when he suddenly had you pinned to the bed in what seemed like the blink of an eye. He was on top of you, strong grip trapping your hands against the mattress above your head and you whimpered, baring your throat in submission and Jungkook leaned down, nipping at your neck hard in punishment from teasing him.

You let out a pained whine, keeping your neck bared, a gush of wetness leaking out of your throbbing entrance as a reaction to his delicious dominance. Glancing up, you saw how tensed and defined his shoulders and collarbones were from the strength he was using to hold your arms to the bed. It was so unbelievably arousing that you couldn't help but to shift your hips, needing some sort of friction. Some relief.

Jungkook breathed in deeply through his nostrils, smelling the wonderful, heady scent of your slick and he groaned, dizzy and overwhelmed with the intoxicating aroma.

God, he had to fucking taste. He had to get some of that sweetness on his tongue, had to drink you up and lick you dry just for you to soak yourself all over again.

He licked frantically at the little red bite mark he created on your neck from his punishment, whimpering an apology that was acknowledged with a whimper of your own.

Unable to wait any longer, he gave one final lick to your mark before he let go of your arms and began moving down your body. Backing up until his face was right where he wanted it to be. Needed it to be. He parted your legs and the cool air of the bedroom hit your wet center, making you tremble and try to close them again. But Jungkook growled and forced them open, holding them apart so he had room to work for his head.

Down here, he was so intoxicated by the smell of your aroused pussy, so wet and swollen, that he had to shake his head to try and regain some semblance of straight-thinking and control. Thinking back to your first session together, and how he had ate you up in order to prep you for his cock, his mouth literally starting watering when he remembered how good you tasted.

You shifted your hips and another trickle of slick released from your hole as you did so, making his cock pulsate and mouth salivate so intensely that he was afraid drool would start leaking out of the sides of his lips if he wasn't careful.

He watched a droplet of slick slide down one of your swollen lips and you seemed to have clenched in anticipation, being so wet that it literally made a squelching sound when you did so and suddenly whatever control Jungkook had over himself was no more. Completely and utterly gone.

With no refrain, he dived straight in, shoving his tongue in between your folds and gathering some of your juices, slurping them into his mouth and sucking on your swollen, dripping lips. He had you squirming and whining, your thighs trembling so badly that he almost felt guilty for a second, but he just gripped them harder to try and still them, no doubt leaving bruises in his wake.

"J-Jungkook," you whined in that pitiful voice of yours, bucking your hips weakly. He suctioned his lips around your entrance and sucked, drinking in your slick, tasting the sweetness as it passed over his tongue and down his throat deliciously. Precum beaded at the tip of his throbbing cock, neglected and yearning for your tight heat to be clamped around it.

His nose was dipped between your folds and tickling your clit in his head's current position and he was going at you so wildly and messily that his entire mouth, cheeks, nose, chin, were just glistening and wet.

Jungkook ate you out so well that by the time he was finished, the only wetness that seemed to be left was his saliva, as he had sucked and licked and drank up every ounce of slick you had produced. He had even spread your ass cheeks apart in order to lick up the juices that had slid in between them, licking over your puckered hole as you squirmed more frantically, the sensation nothing if not foreign and strange.

When he finally deemed himself done, he crawled back up your body and shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you taste yourself. His cock was pulsating so intensely now that it was becoming unbearable, he had to get it inside of you or else it was going to fucking explode.

So he grabbed your waist to flip you over on your hands and knees, but you gripped his arms, stopping him. "Wait!" You suddenly exclaimed. "Wait, can we--can we fuck like this?" Your voice was shaky but you stared up at him with pleading, urgent eyes. "Please?"

Taken by surprise, Jungkook sat back and looked at you quizzically. Face to face? He cant say he's ever done that before, or that he's ever wanted to. Because not only is it odd, but he doesn't think he can get a good enough hold on you in this position. Can't grip your hips and jostle you around like he needs to.

"I want to see your face," you whispered, chest still rising and falling heavily from how he had just licked you up and ate you out. Timidly, you reached up with your hand, brushing your fingertips against his cheek and then placing your palm onto it.

His ears twitched from the sudden soft touch and he looked down at you, at your beautiful face and your breasts, nipples hardened and in perfect condition for your future puppies. His chest tightened with adoration at the sight of you and he realized maybe fucking like this wouldn't be so bad, if he had this view.

Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Jungkook decided to just grip underneath your thighs and shove your legs apart and upwards to where they were crowding towards your stomach, rougher than necessary. But the roughness seemed to only arouse you more, as he smelt a fresh stream of slick leak out of you afterwards.

Bending down, he licked your lips before pressing his into them - kissing hard, with enough pressure to have your head pressing back into the mattress slightly. This was for teasing him earlier. His heavy cock was resting against the juncture of your thigh and pelvic bone, throbbing and drooling, impatiently waiting for that hot, tight heavenly wetness.

He took one hand off of your thigh in order to grab his thick length, dragging it down through your wet folds slowly and to your raw entrance. You winced when he poked the tip of his cock inside, sensitive from the way he ate you so roughly and the sudden stretch had been anticipated, but unexpected at the same time.

God, had he gotten bigger since the last time you fucked? Or maybe you had gotten tighter somehow, but anyways the stretch this time around caused for a lot more effort than the times before and you whimpered as he pushed more of himself inside.

Jungkook looked at your face, watching it scrunch up cutely as you tried to take him in your pussy. Something you had done many times before with no issues at all, so he shoved the rest of himself inside of you with a jerk of his hips, balls pressing into your ass.

Throwing your head back you let out a whine, one that made his ears twitch from the pitch of it and he growled lightly at you, nosing at your cheek for a moment and then licking it to try and placate you.

Your pussy pulsed around him, hot, tight walls clenching and releasing as you tried to accomodate his girth and holy fuck, it felt so fucking good. Better than he could have ever even hoped for.

Knowing very well you could take his cock, he started thrusting his hips without any concern, growling in warning when you tried whimpering pitifully at the movements. Your hands made their way to his lower stomach, applying pressure as if to try and get him to pull out or something, but Jungkook was having none of that and just grabbed your wrists and trapped them above your head like he had done to you earlier.

There was something different about this time, the sensation of having him inside of you was so overwhelming and you could feel him perfectly within, could feel the tip of his dick close to your cervix and feel how it throbbed in pleasure.

The pace of his thrusts started to increase, catching up to how strung out and worked up he has been for the past while, and you squirmed beneath him, whining and trying to pull your arms out of his grasp.

Jungkook's grip tightened and he kissed you roughly again, swallowing your whimpers when he started fucking harder. "Stop that, I know you can take my cock." He growled deeply against your lips, fucking you into the mattress deliciously. "Can't you?"

You nodded your head eagerly in response and pressed your lips together again, enjoying being in this position with him right now despite how overwhelming it was - your inner walls had never been so sensitive.

But suddenly it occurred to you - you were not in a heat fever. This was not a breeding act. You were currently fucking Jungkook out of your own utter desire, in a recreational type way, not with the endgame hoping to be tied up and plumb full with his cum. Maybe that was why the sensations were a bit different, your body wasn't as naturally prepared for a fuck. When your fever came around, your entrance would practically gape in anticipation, so that could be why the stretch was so intense this time.

Pressing your wrists into the mattress with force, Jungkook used the leverage to really start fucking you hard and fast now. His pelvis and balls were covered in your wetness, making the sound of skin on skin contact more loud and prominent. His lower stomach began to burn and tighten, signaling his approaching climax, but it was odd because his knot hadn't started forming yet and it was always almost half-way inflated by now.

Out of nowhere, your body seized up as a lightening bolt of the purest form of pleasure jolted throughout your body. The same feeling you experienced whenever you would feel Jungkook's cum spurt inside of you.

The blissful release had you spasming around his cock, pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly. "Oh, fuck, J-Jungkook," you breathed heavily against his mouth, panting from the intense sensation.

Unable to withstand the squeezing, Jungkook surprisingly pressed his hips into yours and blew his load inside of you, with no knot present at all. Giving himself some time to bask in the aftermath of his pleasure, he would deal with the strange occurrence in a bit. Laying down and resting some of his weight on you, but not all of it of course, he continued giving you some small thrusts, just riding out his high until he became too sensitive to keep doing so.

The two of you were breathing so heavily and your skin was stuck together like glue from all of the sweat, he could feel your hard nipples pressing into his chest and strands of hair were stuck to your sweaty face, making you look completely fucked and spent. Driven by an impulse urge, Jungkook leaned in and kissed your lips and you hummed tiredly as you kissed him back without hesitation.

After awhile, he shifted his hips experimentally, feeling his cock slip half-way out of you, something that would never have happened if his knot was plugged within. His movement would have caused you great discomfort, and probably would have earned himself a pained whine. But you did nothing of the sorts.

"I-I didn't knot you," he mumbled in confusion, looking at you and seeing on your face that you looked a little confused yourself.

"No knot?" You questioned, tilting your head to the side, one of your ears flopping with the movement. "Do you think it might be because... I don't have a fever right now? And I didn’t throughout this whole time?"

Jungkook was at a lost honestly, but the reason sounded plausible enough maybe. He had never cum before without being driven by a heat fever - actually, he had never had any sort of sexual interaction without being driven by a heat fever. So, this could very well be a normal occurrence that’s he just never experienced before.

Wow, he thought, how strange. Never before had he wanted to fuck one of his clients during one of their down-times with their heat. However, you seemed to be the first of many things for him, and he didn’t quite know what to think about that.

But as he looked down at you, his precious bitch, at your beautiful form that he just got done using and fucking and taking for himself, he realized he liked it. He liked it a lot and for some reason he couldn’t really explain, it felt like that's the way things were supposed to be.

The room was on the tip top floor of the mansion and it was large, containing many different types of machines, weights and other related equipment.

After you recovered from your previous fuck, Jungkook had said he wanted to show you something. A part of the mansion he hadn’t shown you yet.

"A gym," you commented out loud, looking around the space until your eyes landed on Jungkook.

Upon your focus, his ears flattened as his tail began to wag. "Yeah. I spend the majority of my time in here," he said, ducking his head a bit in an endearingly bashful way.

He can be so cute, you wanted to squeal.

You stepped up to him, looking up at his face and grinning as you squeezed his muscular arm with your small hand. "I don't doubt that for a single little second."

He smirked, ears perking up, giving a little flex that had your mouth almost watering before he walked off to a machine you didn't know the name of. "What do you know about gyms?" He asked, throwing his leg over the bench and sitting down, his comfort with everything making it obvious he did in fact spend a lot of time in here.

Walking over to him, you shrugged and sat down on another machine's bench next to the one he was on. "Not much really, just that Na--" you caught yourself before you spoke one more syllable of his name and you gulped, trying to play it off by giving a rather unconvincing cough. Well, actually, you guessed it had to be a little bit convincing because Jungkook didn't seem to get riled up, he just stared at you waiting for you to continue speaking.

"I pass one everyday going and coming from work. Whenever I look through the window, the only thing I see is just a bunch of people in there doing stuff really fast and sweating like, buckets of sweat."

Jungkook grinned so widely he thought his face was going to split in half and then he genuinely laughed in amusement, wanting to pinch your cheek or something along those lines. "You know that's called exercising, right?"

"So I've heard," you said, a thoughtful look on your face as you cocked your head to the side, one of your ears lopsided.

Despite how stupid it was, he felt somewhat proud that he was more knowledgeable about something than you were for once. Mainly because so far you seemed to be rather educated about a lot of things in the real world while he himself knew very little about anything outside of these mansion walls.

Ever since he was a pup and Seokjin bought him from his original owner - who was a real shithead, he might add - Jungkook has always been sheltered. And while growing up he couldn't help but to feel like some outsider who didn't belong anywhere in the world. Of course most hybrids probably shared those feelings, but as much as he loved Seokjin, the man never tried to help him fit into society, instead he tried to make Jungkook feel as if he was too good for it.

Which wasn't true.

Sure, he may be some acclaimed hybrid that people knew far and wide, with more money than he literally knew what to do with. But deep in his heart, all he really wanted to do was find his mate and settle down, keep the pups he made with her and just live like normal in the real world. Go to a regular gym, maybe have a friend or two, see some inch of the world that wasn't this God forsaken mansion.

But then you came along, and you had a real job and you knew things about the world - generally just not as sheltered and ignorant as he was. You had asked about his interests, trying to get to know who he was other than his lionized dick and Jungkook didn't even know what to think about that because it has never happened to him before. The only person who knew what his favorite TV show was, was Seokjin. And it wasn’t even because the man cared to know or had inquired about it, it was just that Jungkook watched it so often that it was impossible not to notice.

Truthfully, he felt a little inadequate to be around you, but the hope for something more in this life was finally ignited once again and he knew that was all because of you.

Jungkook was still grinning from your words and he shook his head, chuckling. “Aish, you’re really cute, you know that?”

#jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #jungkook smut #bts smut #hybrid bts #dogboy #dogboy aus #hybrid!jungkook #ootb

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Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Intermission 1

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Mentioned/implied abuse; Pesterlogs, No seriously this entire chapter is just logs, swear the next chapters at least a third finished but in the meantime this bit got way out of hand so here

FIRST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

— excerpt of chatlog from group chat “assholes anonymous” 6/13/2015 —

GG: And I’m afraid that’s all Roxy and I know. She got a call from Terezi yesterday saying that she would need to wait a few days before coming down to visit again.

GT: Holy toledo! Christ on a cracker i really picked a bad time to study abroad didnt i. So much happened while i was gone!

— timaeusTestified [TT] is online! —

GT: I feel like a right fool for not checking my messages from anyone while i was away but i was just so overwhelmed by how many there were and so tired out from being in another country and all.

GT: Oh!

TG: DIRK

TG: motherfucker tell me whats goin on!!!!

GG: There you are! Is everything alright?

TT: Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine, give me a minute.

TT: Well. No. That’s wrong.

TT: Everything’s pretty much gone to shit, but everyone’s alive, somehow, and for the time being things have cooled the fuck off.

TG: aaaaaah now im even more scared what happened?!!

GT: Er its good to be back but the girls have been filling me in on whats played out in my absence and im afraid im on roxys side here what in the devilfucking dickens is going on exactly?

GG: Thirded!

TT: I take it you didn’t get around to reading the messages I sent you then, Jake?

TT: Which is fine. I kind of figured. Whatever.

TT: Short version: There was an attempt to reclaim Dave by some of the old man’s lackeys.

TT: An attempt which Dave knew about well in advance.

TG: oh shit

TG: oh shit dave nooooo D:

GG: Oh, goodness.

TT: I caught him having a panic attack in the kitchen, during the middle of the night on the twelfth. He managed to tell me essentially that we had four hours to prepare, and then we’d be under attack.

TT: He was planning on going with the quietly, apparently, but changed his mind at the last minute, I guess.

TT: Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he told us, but…Ugh.

TT: It seemed like he was starting to get a little better, finally, and then this huge fucking setback hits.

TT: It’s frustrating.

GT: I’ll say it is! Gosh dirk im so sorry i missed so much of the leadup to this.

GT: Getting the poor boy back after ten years only for him to be such a mess and to finally get somewhere only to lose so much progress…

TG: aaaaaaaugh

TG: i mean is it really a setback though? he still told you!

TG: ive been having the hardest time getting him to talk about anything that happened to him and i think he n i get on pretty well

TG: he still chose to stay with us!

TT: Yeah, and it only took him two fucking months to do so. I don’t even know if he made that choice because he actually wants to be here.

TT: It’s more like he just decided we’re the lesser of two evils.

GG: Well, that’s better than nothing, right?

TT: Ha.

TT: Sure, I guess. Pardon me if I’m not thrilled, though.

TG: diiiiiirk

TG: dirk chill out a little like i get it but seriously!

TG: trust me dave doesnt want to be mean to anybody

TT: Of course he doesn’t.

TT: I’m not mad at Dave at all, don’t get me wrong.

TT: This is my fault.

GT: Now wait just a moment there strider!

GG: How on Earth is any of this your fault? It sounds to me like you made the best of a bad situation! Dave’s the only one who knew about this!

TT: It all goes back to that first meeting at the police station.

TT: I set the precedent. Made everything a him-versus-us, with Karkat his only ally.

TT: He doesn’t trust us because I somehow said exactly the wrong thing to him back in that interrogation room.

TG: im sure thats not it

TG: dirk hes not one to hold a grudge like you and rose are theres gotta be another reason

TT: I’d be happy to hear it, then, because I’m fucking clueless.

TT: Of all the problems I’ve tried to solve, my own fucking brother is proving the most enigmatic.

TT: He’s the fucking labyrinth at Crete, and I don’t have nearly enough fucking yarn to get through this.

TT: And apparently I’m a fucking outlier in that respect. Roxy’s figured Dave out, the fucking aliens get along with him fine, and apparently even Rose made up with him while my back was turned, because he’s been following her around all day, even though she ripped into him yesterday over Kanaya.

TT: Who, by the way, is a fucking vampire now. I feel like I’m losing brain cells just writing that, but there it is.

TT: I’m sharing the house with a literal alien vampire. I’m officially one of the side characters in my aunt’s trashy books.

TG: dirk dude im telling you dave isnt as complicated as you keep making him out to be!

TG: hes not a puzzle that needs to be solved hes just a scared kid!

TT: Why is he still scared, then? Why?

TT: I believe you, but how do I make him be not scared?

TT: Why the fuck can’t I understand my own brother!

— timaeusTestified [TT] is offline —

GG: Oh no.

GT: Jesus jumping jehosaphat!

— timaeusTestified [TT] is online —

TT: Sorry.

TT: Got a little too worked up, hit my desk hard enough that something came unplugged.

TG: dirk

TG: dirk.

TG: holy shit.

TT: I’m, uh, also sorry that I actually hit enter on those last few posts. That was kind of shitty. I’ll get a lid on it.

GT: You gave us all quite a fright there!

GG: I’ll say.

GG: You shouldn’t feel bad, though! I for one am glad you were honest!

GG: Maybe we can all figure out something! If Rose got things sorted out after the rocky start you mentioned, then I’m sure you can, too!

TG: have you tried talkin to him yet

TT: Oh, yeah, because talking to him went so well last time.

TT: Look, I appreciate the advice. But at this point,

TT: I’m pretty much prepared to just accept that he wants nothing to do with me.

TT: Can’t really blame him. I look like the old man. Probably set off enough bad memories that I’m just going to scare him worse.

TT: I’ll just stay out of his way as best I can.

TG: dirk that is literally the exact opposite of what you should be doing

GT: Well i dont know roxy it might work out better that way.

GT: Give the lad his space and let him settle in on his own time!

GT: Let the air clear a bit before trying anything you know?

TG: jake trust me dave needs a lot of really explicit verbal reassurance

TG: he is the scaredest fucking kid you can imagine okay

TG: he apologizes for things that arent even things that should be apologized for

TG: and says hes sorry again even after you tell him hes done nothing wrong just to be extra sure

TG: and he wont do anything unless you specifically tell him hes allowed

TG: and even then hes super cautious about it

GG: Gosh…

TT: Exactly.

TT: If he’s that scared, me forcing him into a conversation is only going to make things worse. It’s not going to be a productive talk if he’s completely shut down.

TT: I’ll figure it out, alright? Just.

TT: I need to rethink things, maybe. Slow down a little.

TT: It’s just a setback. We’ll recover.

TG: uuuuugh

TG: this whole things such a mess :(

TG: let me know when im allowed to come over and hug on him again will you?

TT: Sure thing.

TG: hug him yourself in the meantime!

TT: Probably not a great idea, Rox.

TG: >:(

— excerpt of chatlog from group chat “who you gonna call” 6/13/2015 —

EB: geez. thats pretty crazy.

EB: i cant believe dave would put you guys all in danger like that.

GG: im sure he didnt mean to!

TT: I agree, actually, Jade.

GG: :0 !!!

EB: really?

TT: I spoke to Dave after all the carnage ended, and I’ve come to realize that I’ve been completely misinterpreting his behavior.

TT: I’ve been viewing everything he does through the lens of my own behavior and Dirk’s, and assuming that everything he did which irritated me was done out of some form of antagonism.

TT: Yesterday, I learned exactly how far off I’ve been, and I’d like to apologize for sharing that mistaken impression with you two.

TT: The problem hasn’t been that Dave is holding some petty grudge. It’s that he’s been scared.

GG: :(

GG: :( :( :(

EB: scared? dave?

TT: Terrified, even.

TT: He was literally so frightened when I confronted him that he could barely move.

GG: oh no! rose!

TT: I apologized, I promise, and I’ve been trying to reign myself in around him now that I know there is fear at foot.

TT: I’m a little horrified myself, frankly, at how bad things must be for him.

EB: but if hes so scared why didn’t he just tell you guys sooner?

TT: He’s scared both ways, essentially. Terrified of what we’ll do to him if he breaks some rule here, terrified of what our father will do to him.

TT: I had expected trauma from the beginning, but when it didn’t present in the ways I expected, I assumed he was just fine.

TT: But this is…

TT: It’s as if his fear responses, even his fight or flight reflex, are just…broken.

TT: Like I said, when I confronted him, his eyes were huge and terrified, but he made no move to defend himself, nor did he try to escape. He just…braced himself. Readying himself for a blow that I had no intention of ever delivering, but which he dreaded more with every second it didn’t come.

TT: Ever since, I’ve been paying attention to his body language, since it’s so hard to read his expressions when he’s got those sunglasses on, and I’ve noticed so many times where he tenses up, so suddenly and to such an extreme that I’m surprised it doesn’t physically hurt him.

TT: And it’s not just for legitimate potential threats, like someone looking angry. He does it for the slightest sounds, for random movements, sometimes seemingly for no reason at all.

TT: Hes like some feral animal, constantly thinking he’s going to be hunted, and yet, he can’t run. He just sits there and waits for the blow to land, hoping that if he simply takes whatever punishment is thrown on him, it will end sooner.

TT: And all I can think is just…

TT: What kind of hell has he been through for these past ten years that he reacts to things as simple as a creaking floorboard or a waving hand makes him think he’s going to be attacked?

TT: What did that son of a bitch do to my brother?

EB: jesus.

GG: D:

EB: i always knew that things were bad for dave but i didnt think it was any where near that bad!

GG: hes not in too much trouble is he??

TT: Not at all.

TT: Terezi let him off with a warning, and there’s not much else we can do to him, besides. He’s already under house arrest.

TT: He knows what he did wrong.

GG: thats good! i wonder why he waited so long to tell the truth though?

TT: I’m pretty sure at this point that he was never intending on telling us.

EB: what! why not!

TT: I don’t think he believes he has a choice. He did tell Dirk what happened while having a panic attack, after all. I suspect it may have been something similar to the sort of terror that strikes when you realize it’s the end of a vacation period from school, and you’re not ready to go back yet.

TT: Except, you know, way worse, on account of it being abuse at the hands of a literal terrorist he would have to return to.

TT: He said something that stuck with me, when I asked, and he seemed very genuinely sad when he said it.

TT: “It doesn’t matter what I want. He’s going to come back for me again.”

TT: He’s so resigned to a fate that he is not actually doomed to.

EB: wow :(

TT: But on the bright side,

TT: I think he’s starting to realize that we really aren’t going to hurt him.

GG: yeah?

TT: He’s been following me around like a lost puppy all day. He jumps whenever I move too quickly, but he’s actually here in the room with Kanaya and I right now. The two of them have been chatting on and off for a while.

TT: I suspect it may be just that he hasn’t worked up the courage to talk to Karkat yet, but even so, he seems like he’s testing a boundary.

TT: Pushing to see if I really am no longer angry with him. It’s certainly a welcome change from his usual habit of hiding in his own bedroom.

GG: oh gosh!! can you tell him i said hi?

EB: holy shit hes right with you? get him online!

TT: John, he’s not allowed to use a computer, remember?

EB: fuck!

EB: tell him i said hi too, then!

GG: looool

TT: Done.

TT: He lit up a little, and mumbled a “Hi” right back.

GG: :D

EB: lol, dork.

TT: He says “This coming from John ‘unironically likes Nick fucking Cage’ Egderp.”

EB: >:B !!!!

— golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] —

GT: Hey, um.

GT: I know this is probably not something you really want to hear just now, but i really do want to apologize.

GT: I just got so distracted and worn out while abroad, and you always send so damned many messages, i didnt have the energy to read them all.

TT: It’s fine.

GT: No it isnt! Dirk i know how hugely important getting dave home has been to you ive known for ages!

GT: And whatever tumultuous relationship status we may currently be sharing youre still my best bro and i feel like a right horse’s arse for not being here for you during such a rollercoaster of a rough time!

TT: It’s alright, really. I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s wholly unnecessary.

GT: I promise ill at least try and check my messages more and keep more up to date on the situation.

GT: Let me know if theres any way i can help alright?

TT: Sure.

TT: Welcome home, by the way. It’s nice to talk to you again.

GT: Likewise!

— twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling grimAuxilitrix [GA] —

TA: TZ told me two me22age you, and by that ii mean 2he woke me up wiith a text 2aying ‘talk two kanaya a2ap a22hole 2hit2 gone down’.

TA: 2o what exactly ii2 goiing on.

GA: Um

GA: Well Im A Rainbow Drinker Now

TA: oh.

TA: you know what actually fuck thii2 iim goiing back two 2leep.

— twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling grimAuxilitrix [GA] —

#dirk strider #rose lalonde #roxy lalonde #jake english #jade harley #longpost//#john egbert #jane crocker #kanaya maryam #sollux captor #dave is mentioned in this one but not actually in it so.#fanfic #fanfiction #katt does a writing #calmvsstormfic #calmvsstormchapter #now for the really fun part: formatting all this on ao3 #and by fun i mean deeply tedious

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loveismyreligionom · 5 years

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Entry 9; 05.13.19 @ 2:33 p.m.

I’m at work on break. It’s just me on the patio and the new hostess sitting a few tables from me.

Yesterday was Mother’s Day and I worked the lunch shift. I texted my mother and other mother ( my best friend’s mom) and meant to call my grandmother but forgot. I know she won’t care but I really wanted to call and the reason I forgot isn’t a good enough one. There’s this guy I met online and we decided to meet up yesterday since it was the only free time I had. He is really nice but I can tell he is going to get clingy. Well, he wont because I’m cutting him off...already have. He was constantly complimenting me and it was bothering me. I like compliments but if I’m trying to have a conversation and you always find a way to twist everything into something about my appearence....I just hate that. I want to be heard and mentally stimulated. Also, he kept randomly asking if I was enjoying myself, when I wanted him to leave and if he was going to see me again OMG. It was irritating, he couldnt just relax and enjoy the moment. I thought he wanted to leave so I told him we would watch one more episode of Rick and Morty (he came over) and then he could leave. Then he told me he was fine with that but he wouldnt mind staying a little longer like??? Then why are you constantly asking when you should go?? Ugh it was annoying and then when he left, he wanted me to text him until I went to bed. I told him I was tired and that I just wanted to go to sleep but really I stayed up watched Hulu and smoked a bowl. I just feel like I wasted time yesterday witht this guy. I couldnt enjoy the visit at all.

So a quick update on my ex, he is finally gone and out of my life. Unfortunately I didnt get to do it in a chill, civil way. This was a few weeks ago, He was at my place for a few days because his car was getting fixed and I live closer to his job than he does. Of course this whole time he was still half ass trying to get me back. I was planning on keeping the peace until he got his car and then I would break it off gently. I came home from work on a Sunday night and he was already off work and waiting for me. We were fine, just chillin and he rolled a blunt for me. I sat on the couch next to him and he got a few snapchats in a row and opened it right next to me and I saw some sex related words and emojis so I ask him what that was. He quickly tried to hide it from me and show me only part of the conversation. I calmly asked for his phone because I wasnt convinced and he refused and told me that I was acting crazy and thats why I couldnt see it. I told him that he was a hypocrite and that if it was the other way around he would flip out at my refusal. He kept blaming it on my behavior, getting defensive and telling me that he wanted to see my phone and that I’m probably hiding things. I got mad and decided i wasnt going to even entertain his bullshit and told him to not come back when he got his car. He said fine and that pissed me off even more because it was easier to leave than show me his phone. I told him that and he didnt say anything so I told him to call someone and get the hell out. We started arguing because he was talking shit and telling me I was crazy and assuming things. Then I told him to get all his shit and wait outside for his ride and he refused, said he was staying on the couch until they came. I started putting all his shit in a garbage bag and yelling at him to leave. He wouldnt budge so I started screaming and yelling over him “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT” constantly. He got mad because I wouldnt stop yelling and that “ you have neighbors” and “youre making a scene” and I got angrier and kept screaming then he got in my face and started yelling, cussing me out, shoving me and threatening to beat my ass if I didnt shut the fuck up. I backed into my room yelling at him to get the fuck out of my face. He wouldnt and he kept putting his hands on me and backed me up against a wall. Then I finally said that he could sit on the couch and to get out of my face and I would stop. He didnt listen and kept antagonizing and threatening me. At this point I was crying out of frustration and fear and started screaming for him to get out of my face. He punched a hole through my wall and said that if I didnt calm down and shut the fuck up, I would be next and threatening to kill me. I finally shut up and he went and sat on the couch. Then I just started smoking to calm down while I waited for him to leave. Started talking about how much I hate him and how he cant stop cheating and what a piece of shit he was and that I didnt give a fuck what he told people about me or our relationship. “i wouldnt never say nothin bad about you”, he told me and I got mad and told him to shut the fuck up and that he offended me with that. Acting like he has respect for me when this whole time that hes been begging to come back in my life and live with me, hes been talking to girls still. Then he started talking shit telling me that hes been kissing my ass for weeks and basically wasted his time trying to get me back. I glared at him “kissing my ass?!?!! Yeah, I can fucking tell! Nothing ever feels organic with you, everything is fucking forced. I dont deserve a guy that kisses my ass, I deserve a guy that actually wants to do right by me. One that doesnt find it difficult to actually be a loving, faithful, honest boyfriend to me. I cant wait to never see you again, I’m so sick of you”. I blocked his number and all social media right there and told him I was doing it. He said he didnt care and that I was crazy to think he would come back after this and that hes done with me. I didnt give a fuck, I said “good, fucking leave” and we stayed in silence until he left. This all happened within one hour,

I texted his brother, explained what happened and told him to tell him to stay away from me and that I will call the cops on him. He was my enemy and I want nothing to do with him anymore. I havent heard anything from my ex since and I’m happy. I feel so much better now that he’s gone, like I can finally breathe and live my life. I’m finally getting my life together and have accomplished a lot since the two months I’ve been on my own.

I’m slowly pushing away any negative things in my life and have learned what I will and won’t put up with. This relationship was awful but I learned my worth and that is something I’m grateful for.

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22 July-An Idea of What’s going on in my life

Okay! so i’ve decided to write until i get a response from you guys..or until i get bored.

okay so, it’s been a month since school started..me and Iomhara have been coping well..adjusting to the lamos in our class..well..we arent really adjusting, when the school started me and she used to practise maths sums and study….mostly because of the classes we both had..my teacher gives us a hell of a homework and the math’s one makes really hard tests..my parents take tution tests seriously so i need to study..study hard!

Flashback

Ugh! i am early again!..now i have to wait for some time until someone i know shows up..

A guy entered the door..his name is shaan..a weirdo..his gang was once playing truth or dare and i heard my name being called over..i looked in his direction and saw him pointing at me saying “this is Lara..there the one whose doodling.” and his other friend looking at me..hell that was awkward cause i caught them looking and talking about me and since they were playing truth or dare the were probably talking something like-She’s cute,i’ve a crush on her, given a chance i would go out with her..blah blah blah. not saying that i am THE CHICK but i know they were talking about this stuff cause they were embarrassed when the saw me looking, me being the generous human i am just looked their way for a minute or two and then started doddling again.

so after that incident it was awkward with them..

now its fine..i’ll come to them later

the thing now is he is the second person that enters this god damn classroom after me..its irritating because we just sit there in a really awkward silence.

I was feeling a bit nauseous so i decided to open the windows thats when i noticed the the blue team’s(this team has a real name that is a more reasonable one but can’t disclose it) senior football selections were taking place today..and fuck! thats where he was..shining like literally shining..man he was the first one i put my eyes on like aww..he is just so cute well not cute he is hot af!..we’ll name him footballer. there was also this dashing new head boy he is a goody two shoes..tani had a crush on him in 8th grade for only 6 months that is..he is incredibly cute! like the dream boyfriend..the good one the one who is sweeter than the whole honeydukes together(Harry Potter reference!)..and humble,genreous,gentle, he is every good adjective in the dictionary.but not my type.now guess what?..this guy we’ll call him Lost Teddy Bear(LTB for short - cause he sure looks like one-but in a cuter way),so LTB thought i had a crush on him cause i used to lookout for tani and he well sometimes..okay! i’ll be honest..many times caught me saying ‘he’s there’,’look he’s coming this way’ and all this shit!

and then he started noticing and ignoring our group..i was doing the same.eventually tani got over him,i told you she is never the commitment type..kine of me but more bold i will get bored if :

i find someone new

something bad happens like he tells me to stop,he has a hardcore crush on someone,etc

or he starts looking ugly

i stop seeing him

gradually i loose interest.

btw that Nilay guy did the pineapple cut..if thats what its called..he looks so weird and i dont like it so interest meter a bit low..

now this teddy bear was also trialing..how many things can you even do eh?..like you are the head boy,so automatically you would be good in academics,you play football,you are the guy most girls would want to date..i can tell that..girls are always trying to flirt with him. the next thing that would happen is i would see him dancing and singing in two voices..like literally are you a super being or something??..plus he has read almost each and every famous book series

The Hunger Games,Maze Runner,Harry Potter,Percy Jackson,and what not

i know this much about him cause well 1.he is famous and 2.his best friend is in my class or was in my class he and GQ were really good friends and this guy had a crush on me,hell! he even waited for me..he waited for 3 years proposed 3 times like boy! i dont like you romantically! sorry but i have frien zoned you! and there is no bloddy thing in this bloddy world that can undo the effect! this guiy you know was really good..sweet and totally into me but no! me being the most stupidest human bring on the planet i friend zoned him!..the thing with me is -i dont like people who like me i want people that have no interest in me,most of the time it is like that.I had literally friend zone each and every datable guy in my class..so back to teddy bear and this teddy is in 12th grade now

so they were trialling..alot of people were there..

now back to my pretty footballer!!..my first reaction when i saw him was fuck

i mean how can someone be that hot!!

and why the hell am i writing in italics..better turn it off...its getting creepy..okay so yeah done..

i was drooling over my babe(technically he is not mine,doesnt even know i exist..) when Arya entered she is a fine gal. nice one to have a chat and talk about boys..well she is like did you see? so many guys are trialling!..and most of them are sooooo hooooot!!!

and i am like i cant see them i am lost in his beauty

“which one?” asked Arya

“the one with the red shirt” i said

“the one that blocked the ball right now?”

“yeah that one”

“he looks hot”

“do you know there is this guy in the green house..i saw him during one of those shitty house meetings..and he is just so cute!!!..and guess what! he is national level boxer and a state level football keeper!!..his personality is so awesome!..we’ll call him boxer” said Arya

“uh-huh nice one!..which grade is he in?” i asked

“11th grade i’ll take you to see him during recess” replied Arya

“righto!”

“hey do you wanna see this footballer guy face to face..they may be coming upstairs for changing!” proposed Arya

“of Course!”

so then we were waiting in the corridor which was filled with students..seniors,juniors,9th graders on the left corridor,11th graders etc on the right one..and then he entered..i swear he’s got abs...and he is so tall so cute..so awesome!..of course he did not notice me,of course he did not bother to turn and say sorry when his sweatfull body..if being more specific then- his shoulder brushed against mine..of course still he does not know that his smile makes my day..of course he does not know that he is the reason me and Iomhara eat our lunch as fast as we can..ofcourse he wont come out when he is finished with his lunch..of course he wont bother..

i told my friends about this tani and aki said that i was being a low standard bitch who would fall for anyone fair and tall...but this is so not true,pratham is fair and fairly tall...i hate him.i hate him because he is a playboy.If Footballer is a playboy then i won’t be that crazy about him.

And well Iomhara was not that excited about him(this was when she had not seen him)..the same was with aura..the thing is if my friends,whenever i tell them about a guy and they don’t know him that is they have no idea of his appearance, they automatically lose interest. Plus Iomhara had a glimpse of him once and he appeared to her as FAT! like literally he has freakin’ hottie abs for heavens sake!..but then she came around and is like he is okay-okay..aura had the same opinion. but no! he is awesome i dunno what happens when i see him but the way he talks the way he smile the way he walks even though my friends say he is a bit lanky,i dont care!!..its been a month since i have been into him..! and now that i think of it,i shouldn’t waste time on people who don’t even know i exist..but then again he could know i exist,if i talk to him..but he does not even come out during lunch breaks..

anyway this aki has a crush just like mine..but this one he is a bit different..lets call him Yan, so when i first saw him i was like “girl you deserve better”

and then aki is like i dunno i just feel something when i see him.

like literally! he is skinny, is not even that handsome!..he is even taken!!..i dont think so footballer is in a relationship.

Yan’s a 11th grader,his class is next to mine. so once he was passing by and is asked him his name,very innocently he said “Yan.”

i gotta admit that was kinda cute but still! he is a prefect!!!..anyway after a few days when i saw him again i had the urge to go and say hi so i did he even greeted back though it was with hesitation and Iomhara is like what did you just do,and i am like i wanted to say hi. A few days passed with hi’s and bye’s.Iomahara started doing it too but with a ‘bhaiya’ it means brother. she does this because she wants to make it clear that she is in no way interested in him,as for me i like to keep ‘em confused!..so this hesitation began to slip away and after that he was like ‘yeah i know these girls..so better be good and say hi’

Yesterday was the schools first academic council meeting those are the meeting in which you can complain loads about teachers and the school but no one does that cause the blame would come on you and well i was chosen along with a super smart guy of my class..he looks a bit like jerry from tom and jerry. we arrived a bit early and there was a bit of time left(or we can say our principal arrived a bit late-that bastard! always arrives late and i could not take a last round in the corridor to see my babe-not really my babe he is..)

when i arrived i saw that Yan was also there..our periodic test had just gotten over and we were as usual roaming the corridor when i saw Yan,Iomhara said hi to him and he returned it back but when i did,i dunno if it was the hustle bustle in the background or something but he did not notice me.. i felt kinda bad tbh..anyway during this council meeting i was hoping that footballer would represent his class but no! rather a guy who had his face shape showed up! no literally! first of all i am with all the people who just want to complain and then i need to put on my collar button see that my hair look neat and sit up straight because i am sitting in front of the principal,the vice principal,the coordinator and all the head teachers and then this footballer does not show up! anyway i told you before that Teddy Bear is the head boy so automatically he was in the meeting jotting down points next to the pretty head girl and he is so cute! a cutie literally that was the only entertainment for me! though i think he noticed me and then was like ‘this stalker girl! how can she be in this council! i dont think so she is that good in her studies all she does is crack jokes with that girl group of hers’

and i can tell he and Yan both were dead surprised to see me there. well when my class teacher Eela told me that she had given my name for that i was too,cause i dont come sincere and studious on the first glance..atleast i dont think so i do..

anyway after all those stupid little complaints from people, a guy from 12th grade (the same year as teddy bear) came up he is the academic prefect and gave an awesome speech! like seriously dude you rock!..he was giving us tips on how to study for competitive exams.you know this guy he came 7th out of 5000 people! that too in a really tough exam! and he was keep saying that seniors should be more approachable,juniors should try to seek help from them and all i really liked this point-not with the academic meaning(know what i mean,if you don’t i make it simple for you-footballer is my senior!!!,,so i was thinking about him!) anyway the speech was so awesome! ..man so so so flattered i was!..

anyway his speech ended and then we were allowed to disperse,when i was going towards the exit and looking here and there i caught Yan’s eye and guess what? he smiled,i did not even say hi or make the first move! he genuinely smiled!!! god! if i am able to make friends with him maybe i can set things up for aki!!

and right now i am really irritated on teddy bear like seriously dude! just stop noticing me! i know you do! i feel the awkwardness!

after the meeting when we were dispersing,Iomhara and me were going down the stairs and i saw Teddy Bear talking with the head girl,they are always talking to each other..don’t tell anyone but i kinda ship them

and i can swear in front of the ministry of magic that i saw his eyes flick towards me and then back to he girl!..its bloddy awkward you know!

so thats pretty much and also the gorrila guy sid on which aura had a crush on..aura got over him! like i am so happy!!

and after sometime that animal got in a relationship with a girl named Ifa. this sid guy is always irritated,irritated by anything..he can even be irritated if you breathe! i wont be surprised if he is irritated by his own breathing..its kind of funny to see him like that!..me and Iomhara like to irritate him! especially me !

So guys-actually i was planning to write on how my day went but i was practically writing this whole day,not this post but setting up the account and all and i am pretty slow at things so yeah!..anyway this is pretty much about whats going on in my life right now..i will tell you about my summer vacations in a different posts,but for the time being lets keep it this much!

LaraAngel

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