#fuck luke for making me take off my glasses though lmao

[lichfucker]

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"this is sunder city, boy! nothing ever closes! now, have you ever tried burnt milkwood?"

happy halloween from elf bitch supreme ✨😘

#bluh bluh #fuck luke for making me take off my glasses though lmao #my hair was so much curlier yesterday I'm sorry hendricks 😔😔 #eliah hendricks #fetch phillips archives #gpoy #it me #a face with a view #dilf girlfriend

[atlabeth]

Girl for one get that glass of water! andddd this is a loose request but I LOVE knight Luke and we just gotta see them have that cinderella live action ball scene like romantic dancing maybe the secret garden as well but either way we gotta see these gals at a ball! Have a great day you're an amazing writer!

under the moonlight

fic about the ball

pairing: knight!luke castellan x princess!reader

a/n: thank you so much for this request it is so fucking cute lmao. i changed it a bit to make it work with my vision (bc they wouldn’t really be able to dance at a ball) but the core is that they're dancing together!!! and it is much more intimate and personal lol. here is the cinderella scene that the ask mentioned (and that i took inspo from because it's a beautiful scene lol)

wc: 2.5k

warning(s): basically all fluff

as usual, a mix of hcs and traditional fic!

ALRIGHT LAST TIME WE LEFT OFF princess was dancing with princes during the ball and luke was sulking at his first ever ball accompanying you as a knight 

and thankfully, that all goes okay. 

You don’t get murdered, Luke only goes slightly insane, and you don’t fall head over heels for any royals. 

All in all, a pretty alright night in retrospect. 

But post-ball is rough on both of you. 

You complain about how much your feet hurt from your heels and how uncomfortable your dress is and how your cheeks ache from smiling so much. 

To your surprise, as Luke follows you down the halls, he laughs. 

You stop in your tracks as you whirl around. “And what do you find so funny?”

“Nothing,” he says with a slight smile, almost private. “Just… good to be back with you, princess.”

A small smile of your own starts to creep on your lips. “It was only half the night, Luke.”

“And you have no idea how much I missed you,” he muses. 

You just shake your head and continue walking. “You’re funny.”

(he’s not joking. he’s just going through it now that he’s not training 24/7 and actually has time to feel emotions again) 

You finally get back to your room—thankfully, you got out of any post-ball events with any princes by citing exhaustion, and it’s very rude to demand more of an exhausted lady—and Luke shuts the door behind you as you sink into the edge of your bed. 

“God,” you groan as you immediately peel your heels off, letting out a sigh of relief. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to those.”

“If it’s any help, you looked very regal out there,” Luke says.

“It is my duty,” you say as you smile inwardly. “You looked very knightly out there.”

“And that’s my duty,” he says in kind. He gets a chuckle out of you. 

You begin to take everything off—you undo your hair from whatever elaborate style it was in, you strip your wrists and fingers bare of bracelets, bangles, and rings (though you leave a certain necklace on), you undo parts of your dress. When you take your nightgown from your chest and go behind your folding screen, Luke clears his throat. 

“Princess,” Luke says, “do you want me to—?”

“You can stay,” you say. “I don’t mind.”

And Luke, idiot that he is, gets all in his head. 

(Does she not want me to leave because she doesn’t even see me as someone who could like her like that???) (We’ve been friends for so long, does she just see me as an older brother???) (Does this mean she trusts me or sees me as like. a painting on the wall.) (what the fuck) 

It’s not any of those, poor boy. it’s just that you feel more comfortable around him than anyone because you’ve been around each other for your entire life—he knows you better than anyone. What’s the harm in him being in the room when you’re separated by a folding screen anyway?

but Luke is dramatic and also so fucking insecure when it comes to your feelings for him lmao 

and he has a reason to be i guess?? because at this point while he knows that he has feelings for you (hasn’t fully realized he’s in love) you haven’t realized your own. you just think you have a lingering childhood crush on Luke and it’ll go away as you get older and start being courted 

(spoiler alert: it will not go away.) 

so he gets all weird and silent, giving one word responses as you talk with him, and when you come out in your nightgown you immediately stare him down. 

“Luke,” you said, “what’s wrong?” 

He blinked, as if he wasn’t expecting you to say anything. “Nothing.” 

“Luke,” you repeated. “Come on.” 

“Nothing’s wrong,” he repeated as well. 

You crossed your arms. “Don’t act like I don’t know every single thing about you.” 

“If you do, then you should know that nothing is wrong,” he countered. 

You stared at him for a moment more, then you held out your hand. “Dance with me, then.” 

That actually seemed to throw him off guard as he frowned. “What?” 

“Did you go deaf back there?” you joked. “I want you to dance with me.” 

He managed a smile, though it was slightly awkward. It only made your smile grow. “I don’t dance, princess.” 

“Which is why I’ll teach you,” you said with a nod. “I’ve had plenty of practice.” 

“And I have none.” Luke gestured at his armor. “I’m not exactly suited for it, either.” 

“You can take off your armor,” you said. “It’ll make it all much easier. And a lot quieter.” 

“My job is to protect you, princess.” Luke laid his hand on the hilt of his sword. “I can’t exactly defend you if all the armor’s gone.” 

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. He really did worry too much. “Nothing’s going to happen here, Luke—not now. I’ll even let you keep your sword with you if it matters that much.” 

He still didn’t seem sure. You inclined your head and took another step forward, still holding out your hand. 

“I’ll count you through it all,” you promised. “And if you like, I can hum one of those orchestra tunes they played earlier tonight. And I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

“...Fine,” Luke relented, and he started undoing his armor. “But you don’t tell anyone about this.” 

“Your secret is safe with me,” you remarked. 

It took a fair amount of time for Luke to get his armor off, but it took just as long for you to get every layer of your ball gown off earlier—and besides, you had endless patience reserved especially for him. The toned forearms revealed as he rolled his sleeves up certainly helped. 

“Are you ready?” you asked as you held out your hand again. 

Luke took it uncertainly. “I feel as if I’m the one meant to be asking you that.” 

“You can lead next time we train together,” you said with a smile. “For now, you’re in my domain.” 

You put Luke’s hand on your waist and reached for his other one, adjusting until it was right, then you looked up at him. “Does that feel alright?” 

His eyes were startlingly dark this close, surprisingly intense. He nodded. 

“Good. I’m going to teach you a few basic steps so you can get used to it.” 

Luke nodded again. You wondered why words seemed behind his grasp. 

yeah girlie I wonder why 

Luke is. not a great dancer 

You’re not surprised, and you don’t say a single word about it as you teach him the basics. he spent his childhood swinging a sword around, and you spent yours learning etiquette and ballroom dances lol 

He steps on your foot about ten times and apologizes like a freak every time, you just laugh and smile and tell him you’re fine. Sure, your slippers don’t provide much protection and Luke’s boots aren’t great against them but you honestly don’t even feel it. you’re too busy getting lost in his eyes lol 

And for someone who spent two years training like an insane person, he gets frustrated very easily when things don’t go his way. 

“How do you do this? It’s impossible.” 

“I learned this dance when I was twelve, Luke.” 

as much as you jest while you’re teaching him the basics you’re encouraging him the entire time because he’s your best friend above all else!!! and you honestly believe he can do anything lmao 

And he’s a quick learner! He didn’t become the youngest kingsguard in history by learning slowly. So soon enough, you’re actually dancing together. 

Luke’s hand on your back feels like the most natural thing in the world, and you can tell he’s actually starting to get a little into it. 

You didn’t have to count your steps off anymore, so you’d switched to humming one of your favorite symphonies from the musicians back in Aurelda. 

Luke is still focused on landing every move, but your lead and the music gives him confidence in this that he didn’t really know he had. He spins you, and you get an idea as you twirl your way to the balcony door. You open it and look back at him. 

“Princess—” Luke starts as he takes a few steps towards you, but you just shake your head with a grin and hold out your hand. 

“Trust me.” 

And he does, somehow. 

You didn’t know what part of himself Luke had to get to in order to actually go along with this, but he allowed you to fully take the lead. His eyes never left yours as you guided him through one of your favorite dances—sometimes you called out whatever move that was coming next, and he would do it perfectly. His instincts and reaction time, sharply honed by his training, actually came in handy. 

“And lift!” 

Luke braced his hands on your waist as he raised you into the air without missing a beat, and you found yourself actually laughing with pure glee as you landed. You grinned at Luke who had a smile smaller than yours, but that you knew meant the same. He glowed with exertion and the light of the full moon shone down on him. 

Angelic was the only word you could think of to describe him. 

“Princess,” he said, bringing you back to the real world, “are we done?” 

“I see no reason not to end while we’re ahead,” you said, slightly out of breath from his lift. “You’re a natural. Are you sure you’re not a prince?” 

Luke’s smile didn’t fully reach his eyes for the slightest moment—he covered it up before you could fully analyze it. “Thankfully, I’m not. Otherwise I would have had to do that all my life like you.” 

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” you said offhandedly. “Especially when you’ve got such a great partner.” 

Luke suddenly lowered himself into a bow, his arm held in front of his chest as he bent over. You couldn’t stifle your laugh in time, but he was smiling when he rose. 

“The only proper way to truly end a dance, so I’ve seen,” he said. “I wouldn’t be such a great partner if I forgot that.” 

You grinned as you took the skirt of your nightgown in your hands and bobbed into a curtsy. “Thank you for the reminder, my lord.” 

A shiver ran through you and Luke’s eyebrows creased. “You should get back inside. You’re not dressed at all for this weather.” 

“It’s simply a night chill,” you said, and you walked over to the railing and rested your forearms on it. “And it’s too beautiful a night to ignore.” 

“It truly is.” 

You heard Luke walk up next to you, so you glanced over. His gaze was only set on you. 

You felt your cheeks flush and you bit back your smile as you stared back up at the stars. For a moment, you stood together in comfortable silence. 

“Thank you for tonight,” you finally said. 

You could hear his frown in his words. “What do you mean?” 

“Exactly what I said.” You leaned a bit closer to the railing, shifting your balance. “Your presence always… calms me. And I was a bit nervous for tonight.” 

When Luke finally responded, it was more restrained than usual. “Why?” 

“Well, I was nervous tonight because you put the idea in my head that I was going to get murdered,” you said wryly. “And your presence calms me because it always has.” 

“So… I made you nervous and calmed you down for what I made you nervous about?” Luke shook his head. “I’m sorry, princess.” 

“Why are you apologizing?” You finally turned to look at him, the smallest smile on your lips. “Anytime I got overwhelmed on the floor, or felt as if I was going to keel over from boredom, I just searched around until I found you.” You shrugged. “The sight of you alone was enough to get me through the rest of it.” 

“And of course,” you tipped a shoulder as your gaze drifted back to the stars, “you danced with me for no reason. That gives you all the good will you need from me.” 

“It wasn’t for no reason,” he said. “It made you happy. That’s reason enough for me.” 

The chill in the air was a blessing as you felt heat rise in your cheeks, and your smile grew just so. 

“Besides.” You could feel his eyes on you as he continued. “This was my first ball. Anytime I got overwhelmed, I would find you in the crowd, and your confidence got me through it.” 

You chuckled as your gaze fell to the marble railing. You didn’t know if you’ve ever felt less confident at a ball—but knowing that Luke was looking for you the same way you did him made butterflies arise in your stomach. 

Warmth spurned all through you, and the fingers on your forearms felt bumps rise on your skin. You didn’t exactly know what possessed you as you cleared your throat and started back towards your room. 

“It’s late,” you said, perhaps a bit too hasty. “We— we should turn in. It’s going to be a long ride back to Aurelda.” 

You paused at the door, waiting to hear Luke’s footsteps or his voice, and it took a few seconds for him to do anything. 

“...Yes,” he eventually said. “I apologize for keeping you so long.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself as you opened the door and walked back in. Always so noble—it was no question he had knight’s blood in his veins. 

“It’s not your fault, Luke,” you said. “You were just meant to drop me off—I got you to stay.” 

You sat on the side of your bed as Luke put his armor back on. There was no point in it, but he refused to let the implications of him leaving your room at this hour in his underclothes fester. 

“I chose to stay,” he said. “I know better.” 

“You can give it a rest for a night, Luke,” you said with a slight laugh. “I’m your princess, aren’t I?” 

“Certainly.” 

“And you are my knight.” 

“Yes.” 

“Then I don’t see how anyone could have a problem with my knight spending time with me.” You smiled as you leaned forward, meeting his eyes. A smile twitched on his lips for just a moment before he continued to get dressed. 

Soon enough, he was ready to go. Luke paused at the door, fingers on the handle, and met your eyes. 

“Thank you again for tonight, princess,” he said. “I…” 

His breath caught for a moment. His eyes flickered down to your neck. A millisecond later, they were back at eye level, and you allowed a knowing smile. 

“I enjoyed it,” he murmured. “Goodnight, princess.” 

“Goodnight, Luke,” you said softly. 

And you got one more smile out of him before he closed the door behind him. 

#IF I EVER DO NOT DO THE “IT'S BEAUTIFUL” “YEAH IT IS” *LOOKING AT THEM* TROPE THEN I AM DEAD I AM DEADDDD DO YOU HEAR ME #posting at midnight because i once again have no self control #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan headcanon #luke castellan au #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #x reader #knight!luke #sadie writes

[hiraethhh-h]

throwing a weighted blanket at the om! bros + undateables (and a bonus)

warning(s): some swearing, threats of torture, implied nsfw, spoilers. 

note: no supernatural beings or humans were hurt in the making of this- also this was inspired bc my mom bought a weighted blanket and its heavy af 

the demon brothers

lucifer:

“MCCCCCC..!!!”

i- chile do you have a death wish???

momentary shock at how cute your laughter sounds (but he would never say it out loud unless you two were alone)

prepare to be chased and in demon form once he gets himself together

this man can ZOOM (i mean he does chase after mammon)

when you get caught, oH boY 

you’ll be lectured for hours on end 

“what made you think that was a good idea, mc?”

“and delete that recording of me. immediately.”

don’t worry levi is sure to save a secret file :)

anyone you were in cahoots with will be lectured and punished too

but your punishment ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

mammon:

“ADKSDHFKSJHFGKSJFH- HeY!!!”

is completely caught off-guard

crooked glasses and messy hair once he removes the blanket off of him

“why’d ya do that mc!!!”

if you tease mammon about being unable to handle the weight of the blanket-

*mammon rant activated*

“the great mammon can totally handle weight!!! i used to lift more than beel ya know!!!”

“hey! quit laughing at me mc!!!”

gets all flustered when you admit you were just teasing him to see his cute reaction

awe bby boy

probably forgives you if you promise to spend quality time with him for a few days

dont be surprised if he holds a grudge tho 

prepare to smother him with snuggles and cuddles to make him forgive you :)))

leviathan:

oh boy, you’d best be ready to deal with the consequences if you throw a weighted blanket onto him

especially if he’s doing a game run-through or grinding through a game 

“okay... just a little more and- ACK!”

like mammon, totally caught off guard since he was so focused on his game

*game over flashes on his screen*

“NOoOOo!!! My ScoRE!!!”

oh shit...

chile- you best hope you can run from levi 

pissed off at you like that one time during the TSL tournament

one of the other demon bros has to interfere and stop levi

“that stupid normie made me mess up my perfect score!!!”

mad at you for a few days 

and he will hold a grudge

but decides to forgive you if you stay with him as he plays through the game again

“i only forgave you because you’re the only one who’d love a yucky otaku like me...”

“and because you’re my henry.”

satan:

ok now you really have a death wish but i would probably do it too tbh 

ah... nothing but a normal day for satan

a cup of his favorite piping hot tea, a book, and the fire place next to him...

nothing could be better :)

until...

“what the fuck-”

tea spilled all over him and his book with the weight of the blanket = enraged satan

prepare to feel his WRatH

“so you thought this would be a great idea..?” 

turns into his demon form

threatens to try all kinds of torture methods on you and whoever was in cahoots with you for ruining his reading time >:(

satan will probably apologize to you for that and maybe to the other person depending on who it was

after that

satan will come back with his own little pranks for weeks on end

and when he finds out that you kept a recording of the little incident

:)

he’ll keep his pranks up until you finally yield

“alright. i’ll forgive you just this once, and you owe me a new copy of that book.”

“you also better delete that video if you know what’s good for you, mc.”

asmodeus:

“mc, no my hair and makeup!!!”

practically yeets the blanket off of him to protect himself

i would probably be surprised someone could yeet a heavy ass blanket off themselves but asmo is a demon so he has inhumane strength

*asmo pissed off 3000*

“mc! if you messed up a single hair on my head or ruined my makeup

*dark chuckle*

“i would’ve made sure i ruined you in more ways than one”

hHhhhH- be my guest asmo 

“oh well, i guess i’ll forgive you just this once.”

yay! forgiveness never felt so good-

“if you promise to spend quality time with just me~.”

he will literally take you out shopping the whole entire day

dresses you up in god knows how many outfits

but at the end of the day, when you both return back to the house of lamentation, he’ll take very very good care of you~

tries to bathe with you but lucifer catches wind of it :(

sore feet? asmo to the rescue!

“ne, you will delete that video right?”

beelzebub:

tbh the blanket would just feel like a normal blanket to thicc man :)

it also probably falls to the ground awkwardly

 *looks at the blanket then to mc*

“i think you dropped this”

*picks it up like it weighs nothing and hands it back then continues to eat whatever he was munching on*

whoever you’re in cahoots with either expected that to happen or is in shock with you lmao

while you’re reviewing the footage you can see beel’s muscles flex as he picks up the blanket :))))

later, beel will probably confront you about what happened 

“oh... that was supposed to be a prank..?”

seeing how kinda bummed you looked made beel kinda sad since your prank didn’t go as planned :(

what better than to make it up to you with food! :D

brings you all sorts of snacks and takes you to hell’s kitchen to make you feel better

“next time you prank me, i’ll definitely be caught off guard.”

belphegor:

is napping when you decide to try your sneak attack

as we all know, he kinda sleeps like a brick around mc so he’ll probably be indifferent to your giggles unless he gets curious

when you throw the blanket onto him

he snuggles into it

“...”

“...”

“this is really warm mc... is this what the humans call a weighted blanket..?”

belphie moves the blanket to make room for you

“why don’t you come nap with me since you’re already here..?”

snuggles and cuddles with belphie + warm weighted blanket = your heart melting :)

it’ll probably be hard to get up tho since you’re in belphie’s arms and underneath the heavy ass blanket rip

i ain’t complaining tho 

undateables

diavolo

is probably confused for a moment

until he feels the weight of the blanket

“this reminds me of some sort of torture device...”

picks it up out of curiosity until you tell him what it is

“oh! i see, you were trying to see what would happen when you threw this onto me!”

would probably ask if he could throw it at you too

but he realizes that you’d get hurt

“why dont we start a prank war?”

 but like i feel like it would be fun to have a prank war with Dia :D

plus he gets a break from all of his princely duties and you get to spend some quality time after with him ;)

poor barbatos has to clean up after most of the pranks tho :(

barbatos:

he’s doing some chores around the castle as per usual

until you sneak up on him 

or so you thought ;)

when you throw the blanket at him, barbatos catches it like it weighs nothing

he’s in a little momentary shock for a split second then comes back to reality since he was so focused on his chores

i wouldn’t be surprised bc he does do a helluva lot of things

“i hope you didn’t forget that i can see the future and different timelines.”

also knows that you recorded the little prank and decides to indulge you and let you keep it

“perhaps you can try again next time?”

cooks you up some food to make it up to you

simeon:

blinks in shock as the blanket is thrown over him

just laughs and removes the blanket

“If you were trying to surprise me, it worked.” 

he’d gently drape it over you and pull you into his arms

aklsdhjlaksdfjlk i want it too-

“i’ll have to leave soon though… Diavolo asked me to join him for tea at his castle today.”

simeon lets you go and smiles at you

“i would say don’t plan anything while im gone, but I can’t stop you.”

solomon: 

probably practicing spells or sum when you decide to strike

like some of them, he’d be shocked momentarily

“what’s this? Trying to sneak attack me?”

*queue the solomon smirk*

definitely would try to get back at you

be prepared bc this is one sneaky sorcerer

getting food at hell’s kitchen and need some ketchup?

solomon is there for you

but it isn’t ketchup ;)

its hot sauce ;)))

at the end of the day, solomon means well and laughs off all his pranks with you

bonus character!

luke:

i- why would you wanna throw a blanket at the smol child???

if you do which i hope you dont… pls do it gently

luke would probably pout and sulk at you and get rather upset

simeon would be like >:o

“how could you hurt my child?”

to make it up to luke, simeon would make sure that you bake with him

luke is down for it too, nothing’s better than a baking buddy! :D

long story short, pls PLS do not throw a weighted blanket at luke unless you want to evoke the wrath of everyone :)

#OBEY ME #obey me! shall we date? #obey me x mc #obey me! #obey me x you #obey me x reader #lucifer obey me #shall we date lucifer #mammon obey me #shall we date mammon #leviathan obey me #shall we date leviathan #satan obey me #shall we date satan #asmodeus obey me #shall we date asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #shall we date beelzebub #belphegor obey me #shall we date belphegor #diavolo obey me #obey me lord diavolo #obey me barbatos #simeon obey me #obey me luke #solomon obey me #luke obey me #obey me headcanons #headcanons

[twilightofthe]

Chapter Sixteen liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2!  Let’s go!!!

It’s the LAST ONE AHHHHHHH!!!!!

DIN BETTER GET HIS SON BACK IN THIS EPISODE I SWEAR TO FUCK

THEY WILL NOT MAKE ME WAIT AN ENTIRE ASS YEAR ON A CLIFFHANGER FOR ME TO SEE DIN HOLD HIS SON IN HIS ARMS AGAIN FUCK NO

Also they’ve kept who directed this episode a secret and lemme tell you I’m REAL curious as to who it was

Ok ok ok ok ok.  OK.  Here we go

*screaming intensifies*

Ok we getting RIGHT into a space battle

GETTEM BOBA GET EM

Oh but this is Pershing I’m hesitant about him, he let Din go with the baby last time

Hmmm good guy or bad guy

I feel like I’ve seen the actors of these Imp pilots before

OOP there goes Pilot #2

OOOP YEP PERSHING’S A CLONE ENGINEER OOOOOOOOOOH

Ok this guy’s a dickass extraordinaire 

Leave Cara alone lol Luke blasted everyone who saw Alderaan blow up into smithereens you should know that

Shut up bro someone’s gonna kill you

YEP CARA GOT HIM

WOOOOOAH DRAMATIC OPENING

The title card says “The RESCUE” which implies the baby is being RESCUED do NOT fuck with me here Star Wars 

Ok ok so I have no clue what this planet is I’m curious

Also wait if Pershing’s a clone engineer it’ll be real interesting if he and Boba interact

Oh there’s Bo Katan guess she’s back

OH WHOOP THERE’S A FETT AND A KRYZE MEETING

C’MON STAR WARS DON’T MAKE SATINE LOOK BAD IN THIS I’VE ALREADY GONE TO BAT AND SAID THE FETT EXCOMMUNICATION WASN’T HER FAULT XD

“Not all Mandalorians are bounty hunters” bitch you were a TERRORIST holy SHIT Bo Katan why are you like this

ALDKFSJDLK EVEN BO KATAN IS READY TO SQUARE UP OVER A BABY THAT CUTE

Lol whoop never mind

Uh oh here she goes with Boba

To glass eh?

PRINCESS OOOOOH

AND THE CLONES BOOTED MAUL OFF YOUR PLANET AND BAILED YOUR ASS OUT THE FIRST TIME ASSHOLE JESUS

TWICE YOU HAVE LOST YOUR PLANET TWICE

Wait what now about the Darksaber

So it’s a super special cutting saber?  Tf?

THE CHILD IS MY ONLY PRIORITY AAAAAAAA

Lol something tells me Pershing’s not gonna make it past this episode he knows too much and is giving too much information 

The lesbian energy in this scene is immense btw

Booooo you’re talking a BIG game rn

Y’all have no idea how fucking much I love that Boba’s calling Bo Katan princess it’s the funniest thing

Hmmmmmm honestly they should have expected they’d send TIEs instead

HMMMM GIDEON’S GONNA KILL Y’ALL

Lol Bo who taught you to fly

OH NO OH NO IT’S A TRAP I THINK GIDEON KNEW

Wait a minute fucking duh Gideon knew it was Bo Katan’s voice on the comms he’s met her AHHHHHHH

Aaaaaand here come the terminators

Ohhh so I guess Bo and Fennec and the wlw squad are the distraction

MORE LACK OF OSHA VIOLATIONS AGAIN FOR FUCK SAKE THAT IS DEEP SPACE GODDAMMIT

YAYYYYY GIRLS

Ok so it’s taken this long for Mando to pass the Bechdel test but ngl this is worth it

Wait a fuck so where’s Pershing in all of this?  With Boba?

WELL DIN MAYBE IF YOU HAD RAN A BIT FASTER YOU WOULDN’T BE FIGHTING THE TERMINATOR AHHHHHHHHH

Ok so THERE’S the spear

Hahaaaaa he spaced all the Terminators hahahaha

GIDEON’S GUARDING THE BABY AS YOU SHOULD KNOW BO KATAN

If he’s holding the Darksaber to the baby’s neck I swear--

AAAAAAAHHHHH I FUCKING KNEW IT LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE ASSHOLE FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

STOP IT

Ok fine Thrawn 2.0

DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIM DON’T TRUST HIIIIIIIIIIIIIM

I HATE THIS ALL SO MUCH DIE BITCH DIE

NONONONONONONONONONONONONO

AAAAHHHHH I KNEW IT

GET THE SPEAR DIN GET THE SPEAR

THE SPEAR THE SPEAR AAAAHHHHH YES

Ok how is it possible so far that not even Din’s CLOAK has been sliced off

AHAHAHA NO BITCH KILL HIM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oho so we getting some Bo and Gideon drama now!

Whaaaaat since when Sabine gave it to Bo Katan no fight?????

Ooooop the Terminators are back

I knew this was too easy

The Terminators coming back now are like when you roll a nat 20 earlier in a RPG and get rid of one of the really cool bosses the DM wanted to use and now the DM’s like “nOPE I’M STILL USING THEM”

FFS HE HAS A LOCKPICK NOOOOOOOOO

OH NO OH NO OH NO OH NO BABY DOESN’T LOOK TOO GOOD AAAAHHHHH HEEEEEEELP

Gideon Shut The FUCK Up Challenge

Oh NOW who’s showing up

Who’s in the X Wiiiiiiiing

I DON’T LIKE THIS WHO IS THIS WHO 

Ahsoka???

NO WRONG HEAD SHAPE

THAT’S A LIGHTSABER AAAAAAAAA WHO WHO WHAT

LUKE OR EZRA GREEN GREEN GREEN GREEN THAT’S LUKE OR EZRA THAT’S ONE OF MY BOYS HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIIIIIIIT AAAAHHHHHHH

I don’t know if Ezra could take out all those terminators that easily though

OK RIGHT HAND BLACK GLOVE??????

But is that Luke’s saber tho I can’t tell I don’t know?!?!?!??!?!

YEP THE OTHER HAND DOESN’T HAVE A GLOVE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUKE THAT’S LUUUUUUUKE!!!! 

I’M GONNA CRY

OH SHIT BO’S DOWN OH SHIT

WHOOP CARA GOT GIDEON NOOOOO JUST LET HIM DIE GAH

And the baby sees the Jedi aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

OK JEDI VS DARKTROOPERS COME ON LUKE GET EM

WAIT NO THAT HAND DIDN’T LOOK WHITE THO COULD IT BE EZRA?

NO BUT THE ONE BLACK GLOVE

Y’ALL I AM ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW THIS HAS MADE ME THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD

Ok good I think Bo’s back up again

LUKELUKELUKELUKELUKE?????

YEP I’D KNOW THAT GAY-ASS BELT ANYWHERE

IT’S HIIIIIIIM

I’M FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD

IS HE A JEDI BIIIIIITCH

Ok the CGI Mark’s kinda scary ngl

Ok Baby’s not gonna wanna go with him and Disney BETTER not make Luke look bad when he says no

OH SHIT HE TOOK HIS HELMET OFF SO THE BABY COULD SEE HIS FACE KSLDJKLSJKLFSDLKJFJKLSAKJ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’M GONNA FUCKIN DIE THIS IS TOO MUCH THIS IS WAAAAAAAAAAY TOO MUCH FOR MY HEART

OH NO OH NO OH NO DIN NOOOOOOO DON’T LEAE YOUR SON

NO 

NO NONO NO NO NO HE LOVES YOU

EVERYONE ELSE COVER YOUR EYES FUCKERS

Ok now R2 is just fanservice lmao

Ok now it is ILLEGAL Luke never called this kid Baby Yoda he would ABSOLUTELY do so 

OK ALSO BUT LUKE HOLDING HIS BABY GRANDMASTER IS THE CUTEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE

OK OK OK BUT ALSO NO LUKE YOU GOTTA GIVE HIM BACK NOW

DIN’S CRYING HONEY NOOOOOOOO

That’s IT

what the FUCK NOOOOOOOO

OK THIS WAS A GOOD END BUT AT THE SAME TIME NOOOOOO YODITO CAN’T STAY WITH LUKE WITH HIS MURDER-HAPPY HELLSPAWN NEPHEW AROUND

Also who’s Peyton Reed?

Anyway but AHHHHHH ok so this is setting up a conflict of Mando succession where once again I don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, Bo took the Darksaber just fine from Sabine in Rebels without a fight????????

Gah it’s early and I’m still tired talk later

but AHHHHHH

#liveblogging the mando show #sw the mando show #mando man of mystery #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian season 2 spoilers #star wars #star wars spoilers #sw spoilers #sw

[welcometotheocverse]

🌟 for Elliot pls?

:D aaaah! I’ve had him in the brain a lot lately okay sorry this got long And also im rewatching rn so its sorta season 1ish.

Elliot is Rory’s younger twin. He was given Christopher’s middle name. He’s mostly grateful it was the middle name.

He and Rory are super close. It was just the two of them ( and then Lane) The Twins That Read A Lot. Because they had each other they didn’t have much incentive to make friends outside of each other ( Elliot more than Rory) and extrapolating from the Pilot where Rory doesn’t seem like she has a lot of friends ( or any sans Lane) and is lowkey scoffed at for reading the assignment I’m gonna go with “other kids weren’t that keen on making friends with them either”

Rory’s the talkative one, he’s the quiet one. This is a bit of Rory also being protective of him/noticing when he looks overwhelmed and just...talking up a storm as is her wont and subtly getting attention away from Elliot. For a lot of the early season they’re not seen one without the other ( keeping in mind their arch is to learn it’s okay to have different dreams and even go different places ) 

Sorta shy and a bit more introverted than Rory. Once you become his friend however he pretty much would die for you and his face absolutely lights up when he sees you as opposed to his usual reserved nature and he talks to you albeit not as much as his twin ( unless hes super excited or talking about something he finds interesting then the resemblance kicks in lmao but thats the exception)  its like a switch ( seen with Rory, Luke, and Lane in canon and Sophie/Paige in their xover)

Likes hanging out at Luke’s. They both sorta enjoy... being quiet around each other. Elliot thinks he has a really calming vibe …when Taylor’s not there.

Ms Kim doesn’t like him because he’s a boy so he’s not allowed at Lane’s like Rory is ( honestly the feeling’s mutual bc “I’m pretty  sure locking you up for days and keeping you from school falls under child abuse also wtf” and lowkey the girls are like “lets just keep you not in the house” Lane might be closer to Rory but they still talk music together. She’s part of the reason his music taste actually started deviating  from  Lorelai’s and Rory’s.)

He doesn’t like unfair treatment of other people. It really gets to him. Examples are Ms. Kim to Lane and his grandparents and father to his mom. Later examples are Mitchum Huntzberger, and Marty. ( he’s pretty unimpressed with Marty and how his feelings for Rory make him act in general tbh but what he does with Lucy is just...it really bothers him he’s adamant that  Rory should tell Lucy the truth.)

Highkey  he has about zero patience for bad/toxic parents partly bc of his own feelings about Christopher and to an extent his grandparents that he keeps minimizing so they get projected on...everyone else with bad parents lol.

 Logan’s still a bit amazed that this shy soft spoken kid he met in his junior year went off like “He’s not your fucking property” when Mitchum went on his “You’re available when i say you’re available” tirade ( Elliot was ngl intimidated/scared of Mitchum who pretty much went “Who the hell are you??!” but Logan’s his friend and that wasn’t okay and he kept eye contact with the asshole until Logan diverted his attention back to him/the fight they were having and made sure he at least told Logan afterwards because “but he shouldn’t..” and “he shouldn’t have” and “No! No..it’s not Okay. “)

But also like constantly “it’s not a big deal” when it comes to his aforementioned feelings about Christopher and pretty much anything he might be angry about. 

Lowkey spends a lot of time Rory goes through relationship drama between “????” and “wowww dodged a bullet” Rory throws pillows at him for the latter because “If I’m gonna rant at you El, you could at least give me sympathy.”

He does have some insecurities about his orientation born out of just..f.eeling othered due to isolation and also some stuff he’s heard his dad say.

He figures out he’s asexual before he figures out he’s aromantic and has to deal with a lot of “Are you sure?” and “is that..is that normal?” from some townsfolks before he figures out Luke can scare them off and he lowkey spends a lot of time at the dinner during this time. Luke smiles at him and gives him muffins tho he’ll deny deny deny if you mention it.

A bit more sensitive than Rory like on the pilot episode when he notices Lorelai is worried about Chilton/having to ask her parents for money he stops at the base of the stairs and asks “is...everything okay mom?” and is kinda just in tune with how the people he cares about are feeling/picks up on things like that.

He...doesn’t super like his grandparents because of how they treat his mother.  Emily already made him a bit anxious because of her passive  aggressive nature ( he’s giving me some anxiety vibes tbh) and the fact that he thought the fact that his mom kept them away sorta ominous.  A lot of season 1 is him looking down at his plate and tensing with every “your mother’s golf clubs are in the attic along with the rest of her potential” and Richard’s “he ( Christopher) always was a smart one that  boy, you two must take after  him” and “as a maid with all your brains and talents” and it sorta...yeah he spends a lot of time looking at his plate and swallowing resentment. There are times where it gets better but overall he’s never completely at ease around them. He’s very quiet but civil around them even as he grows some affection and builds bridges with them along Lorelai and Rory. And I haven’t even figured out the fallout with the thing they pull at the wedding.

Emily at least once asked off handedly why Elliot wasn’t seeing anyone and I’m still figuring out if she says something like “that’s not normal” before Lorelai or Rory intervene.

(( Full disclosure Emily reminds me a bit too much of my own relationship with my mom and its really hard to write her favorably though I at least try to be fair. So Elliot is sometimes  a bit harsh on her and very in Lorelai’s corner when Emily and Richard are...less than nice. ))

Sort of a mamma’s boy. Rory and Lorelai have their special connection but so do Elliot and Lorelai. Rory was a bit more extroverted and would play/hang out with Lane while Elliot was perfectly content as a babie curling up with his mom and reading. It worried Lorelai a bit, how hard it was for him to reach out ( she never had that moment she had with Rory and Lane of “my kid has a friend” with him) but he always had Rory yknow so she calmed herself with that. Sometimes when Rory’s with Lane he’ll hang out at the Inn and work there. He somehow got in to Michel’s good graces ( “because you are quiet and unobtrusive”  and got him to teach him French 

Very tactile. When he’s getting nervous Rory will reach out and grab his hand or Lore will put her hands on his shoulder and he’ll calm down. He does the same when wanting to comfort friends or just wanting to show affection ( will lean on Finn and Colin a lot as he gets closer to them or accept that they’ll just throw an arm around him)

Meeting the LAD bridgade kids makes social events with his grandparents so much easier like ohmygod subparties with Logan Colin Finn and Rory  become lifesavers. ( its not so much the drinking as having someone you can laugh with while dodging your grandparents friends and the girl they told to look for you yknow)

He has more resentment towards Christopher than his sister and doesn’t see him with the rose colored glasses Rory sees him in their younger years. His absence hurts him a lot. He hides it well and is nice enough towards him because he loves Lorelai and Rory and wants them to be happy/have a good time but if you catch him on a bad day you might get a rant about how little Christopher knows about them and how little he was there  and “he just drops by, spends like a day with us and leaves yknow...it’s...and we’re supposed to be happy???” and the fact that he doesn’t wanna tell Rory or Lorelai bc he thinks it’ll upset them just  sorta...makes it worse.

And then at some point  Christopher pops off with “and how long are you gonna entertain this phase of his Lore, a boy his age should be dating” and while Rory’s making angry noises and Lorelai’s saying “Outside. Now” ( though they don’t know the twins are listening) he just gets...this thin unsurprised smile and...yeah it’s not great. 

Very supportive of people he loves. He’s constantly telling Rory through the Chilton years that she’s smart enough, more than smart enough to get through this and helps her study. He makes sure he tells Lorelai he loves her or hugs her if he can tell the dinners are a bit hard on her. Honestly a total cream puff. The resentment for his grandparents and father is mostly buried and comes out like when he’s upset/they do something that provokes it. Mostly he’s a really soft boy and kinda soft spoken, loves reading about science and space ( he balances out Rory’s preference for literature and history though they both like poetry and Elliot occasionally reads prose as Rory lets him infodump sometimes about science journals) and loves his friends so so dearly. Will get angry a la Beware The Nice Ones if you hurt them though the first thing he’ll do is comfort them/try to cheer them up.

He loves Stars Hollow but being the only aroace person he knows of there ( and fielding well intentioned “are you sures?” and “oh honey you’ll find someone someday”s and just..alot of early 2000s Star Hollow-ness ( “Hey kiddo you gonna bid on a basket this year?” “oh you’re getting handsome, gonna find yourself a girl for the starlight festival?” “is he..youknow?” is just...a lot? He wants to spread his wings and find his place/people like him/feel less isolated.

He still loves his town though as its his home and raised him his sister and in a way his mother. He visits while he’s at Yale ( the distance helps tremendously as does the ability to just...leave again) like Rory and says hi to Miss Patty and Gypsy and Andrew ( he loves Andrew omg. One of the few people who didn’t just assume he and Rory were always reading the same books) He helps the 30-Something gang find jobs/fine tune resumes  though im not including anything else form ayit and checks in how they’re doing bc..its still his town. They’re his family. “my nuts-o, extended...well meaning but sometimes overly invested and too-pushy-and-slightly-overbearing family.” even as he dreams of getting out a lot and once he does he...really likes it. He loves them

He goes to Yale because Rory goes to Yale (because again the whole Learning To Be Independent From Your Twin...kind of a slow process for him) and gets sibling-adopted by Finn and Colin  in a turn of events he’s pretty much confused over like im p sure they were like “hes ours now” and Elliot was like “im ...you’re...w..what?” and Logan who Knows Finn and Colin is like “don’t fight it” and lowkey adopted him too.

Im cutting myself off bc this got Long and im sorry lol

Thank you so much for the ask <3

send me a ✨ and i’ll tell you about a random OC

#my ocs #Elliot Gilmore #about Elliot

[10boys]

MLQC : Oral (receving)

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Victor:

- Victor loves to get his wee wee sucked !

-But the glory in the action is more so getting to watch you sloppily lick and suck at his tip, face beated red and flushed from your view vice versa

-His #1 material for getting of is your visuals and how you react to him, so having a front row seat to the view of you, exposed and desperate for him makes his ego go insane

-I mean??? On your knees infront of the CEO as hes leasurly laid back in his chair throne,He lays shirtless for you to watch as his chest raises and falls , his fist gripped on your hair to keep your mouth in the spots that please him best. He’ll look down at you with knitted brows, his eyes fluttering with each new wave he recieves

-His long cock will stand straight up, shamelessly and proud. The slightly red tip will stand out aginst his black trousers, unbottoned and slid down just enough to free himself for you (yes i know we all wanna suck on them smooth thighs but he likes his Tough Boy™️ image when hes in his usual dominant mood) the sight of it alone causes a heat to form, clenching your thighs and jaw as to not drool over the image infront of you

-He keeps his jaw locked to contain his moans, but most of the time low breathy groans steadily escape his lips, especially when you keep eye contact , puppy dog eyes looking into his as he watches your body squirm below him for touch wowowie when this man does it he does it

-He is not of fan of starting off with himself though, his oral pleasure usually comes after tedious teasing sessions all focused on you, like said before, he loves knowing what he CAN and WILL do to you, and you probably suck 10x better after anyway. Seeing the desire in your face sends him over on its own and we wont even begin to talk about your whimpers around him

-Our Victor is definitely being treated aswell, before the buttons came undone you were sucking at his neck, hands running through his hair (his favorite), nipping at his ears. You whisper to him about how much you’ve thought of him and how he makes you feel , soon bringing his tent to life. Your tongue trials down over eatch nipple giving them both the appropriate amount of attention as your hands explore all he has to offer. Never in a billion years will he tell you how much he loves being adored and fawned over by you

-Victor is definitely a fucking kinda guy and prefers to finish himself inside of you (protected or not ya know whatever you’re into) , so when you go down he likes to just simply watch your tongue make its way around him. Kiss him up and down, suck at his balls, rub his head against your tongue, its all a show for him and it’s absolutely priceless. Play with his precum and tell him how good he taste and that is the end. Hes now trying to see how far he can fit in :)

-When he’s ready to cum tho his face will be a bit more expressive, his usual tightened face will soften as his mouth opens slightly. His low grunts will become faster and more throaty. His tight grip on your hair traves more so to the back and sides of your head, keeping it in place allowing him to utilizes his hips to softly thrust himself into your face. Although Victor loves to ruin you he’s still very gentle, he sees you as something precious to him, and like glass if he’s too rough he’ll break it. His cum tho? Anywhere really, depends on the mood. Mouth, face, chest,.. but you have noticed that his wave hits a little harder when you look into his eyes mouth wide open ready to taste whatever he has for you it may not taste good but who cares its victor

Lucien:

-Going down on lucien is not only delectable and delicious, its an experience very close to god

-Lucien, a lot like Victor, loves seeing you squirm for him. Out of all the boys Lucien is the most sensual when it comes to your guys’ more intament moments, and, as we all know, he LOVES to fucking tease

-First lets get his image ready, 2k19 birthday card Lucien, white robe loosly tide around his petite waste making his chest appear much larger, as though it’s about to burst. You leasurly lay beside him as he uses one hand to lightly play with your ear, his soft delicate fingertips leave mint-like shivers down your spine as his hand travels down your ear to your neck to pull you closer to him.

-His gaze compaires to the hot sun as heats your skin, a smile spread on his face as he watches you blush and twitch for him. His exposed body so close to your own has a million fantasys running wild, and he knows it. He loves it. The only thing breaking you from your thoughts is the new found wet warmth that quickly ran across your lips.

-And with that, a tongueing session has began. Your hands lovingly interlock as your tongues slowly run agaisnt each other. Lucien loves his view and his control, he’ll hold your chin still as he demands you to “ Be a good girl and stick it out for me”. As your mouth hangs open for him to use as he pleases, he looks down admiring the very spot that will soon have him shooting loadssss lmao srry

-His lavender eyes lock on yours as he exposes his own tongue, giving you a view as you watch it slowly decend onto yours. The tip touches your own as he dances and plays against you. You whimper immediately upon contact, much to his liking. This man loves the intimacy of your mouth, and he will use it as he pleases. He’ll suck, give long licks, exchange spit, put his thumb in your mouth wow why is he not in my mouth :(

-By the time he’s done having his fun,his buldge is shamelessly parading from under his robe (possibly even accompanied by sticky pre-cum if he was truly enjoying himself). Due to all the restless moving and groping his thighs have made themselves known, peeking from under his robe. The sight intices you, and who would our Professor be if he didn’t immediately notice what has your attention? He graps your hand to lay agaisnt his chest, the soft supple flesh glides under your fingertips with ease, encouraging you to wonder. As your hand traces down further and futher , our gentleman unties and exposes himself at your same pace, all with that same Lucien glare. The view of your man layed back, robe undone and ready just for you was enough to make your jaw drop. As you venture lower your fingers begin to feel soft fine hairs, signaling you that treasure is near.

-That was the end for him and you, as you were now bent over for a better position to please him with. Your face was presses to his V-line, licking along his natural curves and dips. Your ass hung loosely in the air competeing for his attention. His brows raise slightly upon first contact, his usual luke-warm temperature now consumed in nothing but a blaze of heat. His white robe still lays over his most intimate area, creating a most delectable view for you as it enhances your imagination of what’s underneath. And boy if he wasnt juicin then hes jucin now.

-the thin material of his white robe sticks with ease to his wetness, allowing undertones of his pink tip to show itself. Lucien lays there, face flushed. He shoots you his sexy smirk as reassurance to continue playing at your discretion. Lucien likes to swallow most of his noises (until he gets heated enough to cloud his head). He’ll shamelessly spit praise and questions at you though,it’s something that gets him incredibly off omg imagine phone sex, “You like that ?” “That feels good huh?” “Touch whatever you’d like angel, im yours” “your mouth..you use it so well”

-You allow your thumb to run across his tip earning a sharp inhale, the friction from the fabric mixed with your gentle hands creating a delectable wave for him. As you move your hand back you watch as he twiches under his robe, one ball falling into view. Your hand caresses his sack in view, and you swear you’ve never came untouched but today might be the day. Its warm and soft as it takes up your much smaller hand. Lucien seems to be enjoying it too, as his gaze that’s usually on you is now fixed on your ass to further get him off. His brows tightly knot and as he bites his lip concealing his low grunts and groans. His balls tighten in your hand causing you to lick your lips in anticipation. You slowly peel away the damp cloth, a small string of cum streching out as the robe is disgarded. And there he lay. In all his glory , he spreads his legs wider as he twiches again, silently desperate for your mouth. Lucien is a very patient partner, although he has his rough moments and definitely rougher desires he’ll maintain his composure for your likening.

-You position yourself over his leg, allowing you to grind and relieve even a little bit of what feels like the screaming heat in your core. You bend down to first lick and suck on his balls earning a breathy inhale from him. The long-lasting teasing definitely paid off as you watch his hips immediately begin to slightly buckle and thrust into your warm mouth. He extends one arm to begin caressing your face, but the gentle act quickly turns as it begins traveling down, first dipping your shirt, exposing your hung chest to him.He’ll fondle them in sedating awe before leaving them to wonder your ass. You might even feel fingertips brush against your most inner lips, his ego enlarging after feeling your byproduct of him.

-Once he’s finally in your mouth you both moan in unison, the satisfaction of his taste is hypnotizing as you subconsciously bob your head onto him. It didnt take long for his pre-cum and your spit to create the perfect sensation for the man who truly deserves it. The usual shit-talker lucien is silent, eyes squeezed shut as his mouth loosly hangs open you swear you seen drool. His heart eyes are hooded as he opens them to gaze down at you. Large cock absolutely covered in liquids, the spits traveled down leaving web-like strings across your chin and chest. Lucien is very large, so you use your hands to work what can’t fit (unless you’re a BIG BITCH who can just throat that shit, go for it luvs, it aint me tho)

-A thin layer lf sweat lightly coats his dark bangs draped over even darker eyes. His realease is approaching. His orgasms are usually very forceful, he likes to pent himself uo for his moments with you. As he comes nearer his chest rises and falls to drum of his quickened breathing, one hand gliding across his chest to stimulate his nipples. His head is leaned back exposing his pale neck sheen in his sweat. His long body spread about the bed becomes restless, hips bucking and thrusting as higher pitched moans begin to escape his mouth. You feel him twich in your mouth and ready yourself to take it. His hands grip your hair as his body caves into itself, he twiches and bucks until you taste a familiar taste in your mouth. His body stiffens until the spurts are no more. He immediately relaxes his muscles with heavy breathes.

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Ahh this was a bit longer than I anticipated! Its also my first headcanon so pls take it easy on me as i find my fit, I wrote victors at night and luciens at work...i think the deference in detail is obvious lol but then again lucien is my second fav so i got carried away!! Theres alot of (uneeded) forplay in his even tho it was supposed to just be oral... i dont think anyone’s complaining tho haha. I want these to come out very steadily so i will be making Gavins and Kiros in another post VERY SOON ! Since im new my inbox is open to request! Ty - myk

See Gavin , Kiro

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[essieeeeeeeee]

For the I wish you would write a fic where... post I’ve got non angsty: Deckard or Hattie or Owen or Luke or all of them chaperone Sam’s class field trip Or angsty: Deckard comes home bruised and broken after a mission gone horribly wrong and Luke takes care of him

I’m already working on a one-shot for the second one, so here’s a little fill for the first. I had to cut it off, because it was getting way too long, so sorry if the ending seems a little stilted, lmao. Thanks for the prompt!

———————

Shaw nearly fumbles the burning hot frying pan when Sam first asks the question. He’s an international spy with reflexes that rival a cat’s, though, so instead of dropping the pan and splattering pancake batter across Hobbs’ kitchen, he pauses.

And slowly, incredulously, turns to look at the kid.

“… come again?” he asks, and Shaw can feel the way his face is twisted in a moue of disbelief. He tones the expression down just a touch, though, as Sam glances away and fiddles timidly with the pen in her hand.

“We’re supposed to go on a field trip next week. My class, I mean. To the San Diego zoo.” She scuffs her foot against the ground, eyes still firmly Not Looking at Deckard. It’d be endearing, if the subject matter wasn’t so baffling. The next part falls out of her mouth in a rush. “And I’ve never been there before, and I’ve always wanted to go, but Dad’s usually pretty busy, so we’ve never had the chance, so I was really excited about the field trip, but Mr. Brougher said there’s not enough parents signed up yet, and that if we don’t get at least three more adults to chaperone by the end of today then–then–”

Her shoulders hunch in. It’s almost painful seeing it. Shaw feels guilty just witnessing the sight.

“… then he’s gonna cancel the trip,” she finishes quietly.

Silence follows her monologue. Neither of them try to fill it–Sam, because she’s too absorbed in staring at the floor, spinning the pen round and round her little fingers in skittish habit, and Deckard because he’s too busy choking on his own tongue in surprise to say a word.

The butter from the pan decides to fill it for them, apparently, as it hiss-pops and bubbles, and splashes a few drops on his hand. Shaw cuts off his own hiss of pain from the burn of it, and turns back to the stove; the motion is half to distract from the alarming subject of conversation, and half to prevent the food from burning.

“… are those pancakes?” Sam asks behind him, shuffling closer to glance curiously at the pan. Apparently, the sight of food was a sure-fire way to tempt the kiddo out of her little bout of nervousness.

Apples and trees, Shaw thinks, the corner of his mouth ticking up somewhat before he has a chance to smooth it over.

“Pull out a plate and the syrup, and I’ll get you some before your bus gets here.”

Sam skips over to the cabinets to do as told, and Shaw takes the moment to wonder how the hell he ended up here: Hobbs’ kitchen, cooking pancakes for a child, being asked to babysit schoolchildren.

He’s a mercenary. An ex-special ops assassin. A cold-blooded, red-handed, rap-sheet-bigger-than-Luke-Hobbs’-biceps murderer.

He’s not some–some fucking nanny.

So what if he occasionally shows up at the Hobbs homestead post-mission, bruised and scraped and in need of a place to sleep and lick his wounds where he doesn’t need to keep one eye open in paranoia? If he occasionally stays a few days here and there, bickering and bitching the time away with the lawman; if from time to time he glances over Samantha’s shoulder while grabbing a glass of water from the fridge, and absently tosses out advice and corrections for her assignments. If sometimes the two of them even manage to coax Shaw to the dining table for meals, like he’s some stray cat that’s grudgingly wandered into their home. 

And so what if maybe, occasionally, when Sam is away at Hobbs’ sister’s or a friend’s home, and the house is otherwise quiet and empty–if he lets the bickering turn into something else. Lets Hobbs slam him up against a wall or a counter or the fucking dining room table, any flat sturdy surface that can take the roughousing. If, maybe, he lets Hobbs do things to him he wouldn’t otherwise permit.

So fucking what?

It’s not like any of that makes him the kid’s step-mother.

“You’re burning them,” Sam points out absentmindedly. Shaw glances down at the pan in his hand, and lo-and-behold, the flat little pastry was starting to char around the edges. He scowls, and flips the pancake onto its other side with a quick flick of his wrist.

Still looks salvageable, at least.

He stops to process that thought for a moment, and–Deckard doesn’t even like pancakes. 

Why was he making pancakes?

“Can you make one shaped like a star?” Sam asks cheerfully from her stool at the kitchen counter, scribbling in her glitter-pink notebook. “Dad’s really good at making shapes.”

And Shaw, because he wasn’t about to let Luke fucking Hobbs upstage him in anything, acquiesces. He shapes the runny batter into something that resembles a lopsided star, perhaps, if you happen to squint and spin around three times before peeking at it sideways.

Shaw stares at it for a moment. And then, briefly, glances back and forth between the pan, with it’s demented star-cake starting to brown, and the little girl next to him, still happily absorbed in her drawing. Realization builds in his chest like dread.

… Jesus Christ.

He was being domesticated.

“So, can you?”

Samantha peers up at him with big, brown, apprehensive eyes, and bites her lip as though worried about the answer. It takes Shaw a moment to remember what exactly the question had even been.

Ah. Yes. The… field trip.

No, he wants to say, blunt and brutally honest. No chance in all the realms of hell was he about to chaperone a bus full of screaming niblets. The concept was–completely barking, really. Hattie would certainly get a laugh out of it, if she had even an inkling that the idea was put out on the table.

But the kid looks half-way to hiding herself under her own hair again, and even Shaw isn’t heartless enough to ignore that. “Probably not a good idea,” he says instead, slowly, to take any bite out of it. He flips the pancake over to avoid having to look at the disappointment he just knows is on the little bit’s face at his answer. “You even ask your dad yet?”

“He said he doesn’t get home from his next trip until two days after,” she answers, and even without looking at her Shaw can still hear the dejection in her voice. He winces. God, he’s such a bastard.

Really, though, that’s all the better reason for him not to be around a group of young and impressionable children.

“You know if your dad ain’t gonna be here, I won’t be either, don’t you?” he asks, still beating around the bush. Shaw doesn’t really want to face the music and put that defeated look in her big bambi eyes.

Stall, he thinks. When was the fucking bus getting here?

“But he’s only going to be gone for a couple days! And if you watch me, then Aunt Lisa won’t have to cancel her beach trip next week. It’s perfect.”

The kid really had it planned out, didn’t she? Sneaky little bugger.

He wasn’t about to fall for it, though. And if she really thought her father, of all people, would willingly leave his nine year old daughter in the hands of Deckard Shaw, then the kid was only deluding herself.

“I don’t think it’s gonna…”

Work like that, he wants to say, but her pouting face makes him hesitate. Goddamn big brown bambi eyes, he thinks, and tries to steel himself to finish the sentence–

“Please, Uncle Deck?”

… aw, fuck.

Shaw rubs a hand across his face, and swallows down the bitter taste of defeat with as much grace as he can muster.

“Your dad ain’t gonna let me watch you, kid,” he says. Sam’s face starts to fall, but it perks back up instantly as he finishes it with, “but I can… chaperone. Your trip.”

The cheer Sam makes gets muffled into his stomach as she flings herself at him, and Shaw catches her in alarm. He’s not quite sure what to do with his hands as the nine year old wraps her own arms around his waist in a hug that was tighter than he’d expect from someone her size.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you–” she babbles delightedly. Deckard decides patting her head is probably safe enough, and does so awkwardly until she lets go, humming, and dances back to her seat.

The next few minutes pass in a blur of serving the kid breakfast, with a background chatter of Sam rambling about a social studies project that was due in two weeks. Shaw can’t really say he’s paying much attention, though; the cringing dread welling up in him was too distracting.

By the time Sam grabs her bookbag and darts in to steal another quick hug before rushing off for the bus that was idling out front of the house, Shaw’s regretting every decision that ever lead him to Luke Hobbs’ doorstep.

A chaperone. For a fourth grade field trip.

It may have only been seven thirty in the morning, but Christ, he really needed some alcohol.

#samantha hobbs #deckard shaw #shobbs #kind of #it's mentioned at least #my drabbles #nix1327

[kyluxtrashpit]

TROS Review

Okay here is my extremely long (almost 4k words >.>) review of tros. And that’s without the 2k meta on redemption arcs I also have filed away lmao. First off: I am not leaving the kylux fandom. It’s not a good enough movie to warrant that. Second: I might make a post of things I wished we’d gotten later, but this is already WAY too long lmao. Warnings for spoilers, opinions, and general negativity

EXPLICIT RISE OF SKYWALKER SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT

So. I have watched the thing. I went in knowing the spoilers and oh boy, am I glad I did. Still, overall this movie was… not great lmao. It’s messy and the pacing is off and there are some very weird and straight up Bad moments, but I’m not actually upset about it anymore. It’s more like ‘there’s a lot to unpack here’ except we’re not going to unpack it or even throw away the whole thing, it’s just gonna become that one box that’s still packed and untouched from when you moved 3 years ago. It’s there, but you rarely think about it beyond the occasional ‘maybe I should finally unpack that? Nah, too much effort’

I see a lot of people writing fix it fic and that’s totally valid but tbh… I don’t think it’s worth the effort for me. I think I’m just going to pretend it never happened and write my kylux the way I always have. Maybe I’ll do something with tros at some point, maybe some mean!Hux + redeemed!Ben because I’m awful lmao but for now, it hasn’t changed my plans at all. Which is actually a good thing tbh

Anyway. I’ll start with the good simply because there’s less of it lmao. Best thing about the movie? Everyone in it is looking like a fucking snack. It’s great. These people have always been hot, but this movie really nailed that. Also the trio stuff was fun and felt genuine. I LOVED the hints that Finn is Force sensitive, and I liked him in this movie even though I wish he got more story/time. I enjoyed Rey at the beginning, but her actions and plotline made less and less sense as the movie went on. Kylo was fun; I had gotten worried after that interview that said he’s calm now but he wasn’t lmao, like at all, so that was good. Also I didn’t like how Hux died but I’m endlessly grateful Kylo wasn’t the one to kill him. That might’ve actually ruined the ship for me

The visuals were excellent (save that strobing near the beginning; I’m not epileptic, but I had to close my eyes because it was too much). Some of the jokes hit will, as did some of the emotional bits (Chewie’s “death” was very well-executed and Rey’s scream broke my heart). Weirdly enough, C-3PO is kind of the heart of the movie, which I did not expect at all. Lando’s appearances were too brief but good. I also loved D-O a lot and he’s very cute. I liked seeing a bunch of new planets and environments, however briefly. The acting was also really great throughout on most accounts. I really enjoyed 2 of the Hux scenes (when he’s sitting in that board meeting making a face like he’s mentally eviscerating everyone in the room and when he gets so excited to finally get to blow something up and then Kylo shuts him up with the Force BUT WITHOUT HARMING HIM!!!)

That’s kind of it tbh. The movie overall is really messy. I’ve seen people say it feels like a fever dream and it really does. I’ve seen descriptions of people dreaming the plot of tros and they’re less weird. The pacing in the first chunk is way too fast and there’s way too much to take in. Then things get weird in the middle. Then, well, that ending. It feels like it’s trying too hard to be liked. It’s ‘joke’, ‘reference to past movie’, ‘joke’, ‘reference to past movie’, ‘mention of hope without showing it’, etc. etc. on and on throughout it. Some of those are fun, but it got tiring very quickly. And it made it impossible for me to suspend disbelief long enough to actually get into it

I also saw a lot of reviews saying if you didn’t like tlj, you would like this one. That was not correct. I disliked this for many of same reasons I disliked tlj, but it also managed to hold tfa’s weaknesses as well. Honestly, tros feels like the worst aspects of tlj mixed with the worst aspects of tfa, mixed with way too much nostalgia and then blended up with a good heaping of mania and desperation to keep it going. It tried so hard, wanted to be liked so badly, and you can feel that watching it. It doesn’t feel genuine

It also feels like every single movie in the ST was actually from a different trilogy. None of the 3 connect to each other. You can’t say tros is a successor to tlj or tfa; it’s totally on a different path, which I’m honestly not sure how they managed that. As much as I felt tlj wasn’t a true continuation of tfa, tros feels like its own trilogy mashed into one movie. There wasn’t one consistent plot or character thread to follow between all 3 movies

I think bringing palpatine back was the first fundamental mistake. It didn’t fit. And after creating Kylo and Snoke to be very specifically Not Sith, why bring the Sith back all of a sudden? Palpatine has had his day and he didn’t need this. No one did. Much as he was creepy as hell and that was well done, it didn’t feel right to have him there. Also, I really don’t like the implication he procreated at any point skdfjskldjk

As for Rey… I know I’m in the minority here, but I never found here to be a good narrative foil for Kylo. The connection between the two doesn’t really interest me at all (and this was one of the reasons I didn’t like tlj). It worked better if they were related, which was the biggest reason I was a proponent of Rey Skywalker, but that didn’t happen. The commonalities they have are just: 1) can use the Force, 2) have been lonely. The contrasts are: 1) light vs dark (sort of; this is less explicit in tfa and I miss that greyer view of the Force) and 2) had a family vs didn’t. And that’s pretty much it. In order for 2 characters to contrast and hit the ‘complimentary opposites’ sweet spot, you need much, much more than that. Finn has and always will be a better foil for Kylo and it’s a damn shame they abandoned that in tlj and even more so in tros. I have more thoughts on her that I’ll get to later too

I did like Rey in the beginning, but the longer it went on, the less I could rationalize her actions. Why is she doing that? Why is she trying to ditch her friends all the time? Why does she heal the cave snake? Why does she stab Kylo when he’s just become a non-combatant? Why does she heal him after? Why is she trying to reach out to the spirits of past jedi? Why did she Do That after she wakes up in the end? Why did she then seem to not even care that Kylo died right after? None of this is explained. Show, don’t tell, is great, but you can’t just make massive leaps like that. I didn’t get it. None of this felt like the character I’ve gotten to know over the last few years, nor did it feel consistent within the movie itself

That said, I want to discount one complaint I’ve seen: I got no impression she’s exiling herself on Tatooine at the end. It’s very clear she’s just doing a quick funeral ritual for Luke and Leia. The Falcon is still there, ready for when she’s done. I don’t get where the ‘she’s all alone in the desert again forever and ever’ comes from because it’s clear she’s not. It’s just a private ceremony (plus obvious fanservice). That’s it

For Finn: I liked that his character got to be a lot cooler here. I’m sad that he didn’t get half the attention and plot he deserved, but at least he wasn’t treated as a joke and a coward. My tlj complaint for Finn was that he went through the exact same arc he did in tfa over again; here, he doesn’t. He’s clearly grown into himself. That I liked. But damn, he was supposed to be a main character and he really got sidelined hard. It’s also very clear finnrey was planned at some point but didn’t end up in the final cut. The tease with that felt cruel tbh. He deserved to get to tell Rey he loved her on screen

And Poe: Poe was okay in this one. He felt to me like a different character in tfa and tlj, but this one managed to mesh the two characterizations well. He’s a bit of a hothead who doesn’t think (tlj), but he also really cares about people and is trying his best to lead (tfa). That was very successfully done. However. Poe is the one character with the most backstory. He’s got novels, comics, all of it. Where in the fuck is this history of being a spice runner in all that??? Sketchy as hell to make your one Latino character being a drug runner but you know. It also felt like a HUGE retcon of the one character that actually has fully revealed backstory. Also his thing with Zori was just weird and forced and exhaustingly heterosexual. Completely pointless tbh

As I was rereading this, I realized I forgot Rose but really, that’s because she does pretty much nothing. She has very few lines, never comes along. It’s like they forgot she was there. Or just didn’t care. It was really sad and a huge disrespect to everything KMT has gone through. Both her and her character deserved more

For Hux: I liked the 2 scenes I mentioned above, but other than that I was disappointed. I said this on twitter already, but the biggest crime they committed was getting rid of his fanaticism. Tlj may have turned him into a joke, but at least he was still a zealot. Here, it’s clear he gave up his last fuck like a year ago. It’s 9 am and he’s had 6 glasses of wine because he’s lost the will to live and it’s all pointless. Might as well fuck around and give the Resistance info that might lead to the end of everything he’s worked for his entire life because nothing matters and at least Kylo will lose. That’s dumb and violently ooc. I get him being a traitor to Kylo, I am DOWN for that, but not to the FO. He cares about the FO. He is fanatically devoted to the FO. That was ridiculous and wildly out of character. Also the FO is just gone in favour of Palpatine’s fleet as soon as Hux dies? What happened to them? Are they still out there? Who even knows? WHAT A FUCKING WASTE

Also Pryde? Fuck that guy and fuck JJ/LF/Disney for thinking it’s okay to have an old imperial kill Hux. Especially since the visual dictionary today confirmed Pryde knew Brendol and our Hux had known him for years. The possible implications are gross as fuck. If anyone was going to kill Hux one on one, it should have been Finn (with a wonderful stormtrooper rebellion arc involved) for the sake of both characters. I’m personally going to choose to believe Hux was wearing a blaster proof vest (thank you, Delilah Dawson, for putting those into Black Spire as canon) and faked his death. He’s living in blissful exile with Millie now or rebuilding the actual FO and ready to take over as the Emperor he deserves to be

Oh and Leia’s scenes did feel weird. I appreciate them trying to incorporate her, but it didn’t quite work. I feel like having her be offscreen yet present would’ve worked better than most of what they used. Some worked better than others though. I also have some Thoughts about her death but I’m about to get into the second half of the movie stuff and I’ll cover that there

Now Kylo. My darling, sweet, disaster boy. So. Okay. I knew no matter what happened his end would be controversial. And I have a lot of feelings on redemption arcs that can be distilled into one thing: if they’re written well, I like them, no matter how much bad the character has done; however, they are almost never written well enough. One of the first things I said coming out of tfa back in 2015 is ‘that’s going to be a disappointing redemption arc in a few years’. It was never about what ending I wanted (I actually favour something more grey than simply ‘oh he’s good now’ or ‘dies evil’, but that was way too ambitious for them to attempt so I never bothered to hope for it), because I knew it was coming. So this didn’t really bother me beyond the fact that it was too sudden. I do blame that partially on tlj, because it took Kylo from conflicted and torn apart to ‘yeah, I’m in charge now’, but I still think this was not the way to do it. Anyway. I have a 2k word rant somewhere about redemption arcs and when they work and when they don’t that I never posted and this is the much, much shorter version of that

Also. Okay. One more thing on this. So I usually don’t like redemption arcs because they’re written badly, but my least favourite redemption arcs are those that end in death. The only one I can think of that actually worked was Vader’s, but it doesn’t work as well with Kylo. Why? Because redemption is about making amends, not being punished. It’s about choosing to stop doing bad shit and instead to do good things to make up for what you’ve done. In self-sacrifice, not only does it send the message that the only path to redemption is death, but also it means you do literally one thing and then die. That’s it. One good deed, die, you’re done. That’s too fucking easy. True redemption is waking up every single day, for the rest of your life, and continuing to choose to do good. You know that evil is easier, feels better; you’ve done it. But you’re making the choice to keep doing good and to make amends instead. And you do that for years. Decades, even. That is SO MUCH harder to do than just one good thing and then immediately dying without showing if that change is lasting or not. That is how redemption is achieved: in making that choice not once, but again and again and again. So yeah. I didn’t like that. Death redemptions aren’t convincing to me because one choice is easy; consistently making that choice over the rest of your life is much, much harder

End of point: if they were going to redeem Kylo, he needed to live and work to make up for his past mistakes in order to make it impactful. It’s a damn shame he didn’t

Also: having Leia die for the sake of a man, son or not? FUCK THAT. And, even worse, if we follow the movie’s logic: Leia died trying to reach and save her son. Which lead to… him dying anyway?! Which means Leia’s death is meaningless and she died for literally nothing. Fuck that. FUCK THAT. What the fuck. That’s bullshit

Again on the redemption: Kylo just… kills his good friends the KOR without a shred of hesitation? Also the KOR literally never speak? And Kylo says literally one word (‘ow’) after the redemption? I admit, it was fun watching him fight and also watching him get hurt. If I ignore the context of it, watching him crawl out of the pit, scrabbling on the ground, so hurt he can’t even stand up? Fuck. That was good shit tbh. Also those big, desperate puppy eyes. They’re even worse with him as Ben instead of Kylo. Bravo to Adam for playing such a convincing sad boy. I hate that his scar got healed though; I liked it

Now. The whole ending and the plot stuff. Rey being a palpatine is… okay. Fine. I don’t like it but whatever. Seems like an unnecessary excuse to bring him back. Also Luke and Leia knowing? How? Luke knew Rey for literally 1 day. And how would Leia know? And why not tell Rey, who was so desperate for answers to her past when they thought Palpatine was dead? It makes no sense. It’s just very unnecessary. Not to mention the line “you’re a palpatine” is not a thing any real human being would ever say, jfc that was clumsy and unrealistic dialogue. I don’t mind Rey going a bit dark for some time, but this was not the way to do it. Also I was really hoping for a resolution beyond ‘dark siders dead, light sider alive’ because the dichotomous nature of the Force MAKES NO SENSE. Balance is needed. Leaving the only Force user alive a light sider means something dark will come again for the sake of it – Rey should’ve gone grey and tbh tfa made me hope this trilogy would end with all surviving Force users grey. So that was disappointing

Now. The kiss. Straight up: I do not ship it. I don’t mind if other people do, but I do get touchy when they go out of their way to prove there’s nothing inherently problematic about it. I ship kylux; it’s problematic as hell. That’s a good part of why I like it. So I’m fine with r*ylo shippers as long as they do the same. Problem is: most don’t and go around insisting it’s actually the highest romance possible while leaning on incredibly misogynistic and racist tropes to prop up that argument rather than accept their ship has some questionable parts to it (like kyluxers do). It’s more a problem with the fandom for me than it is the ship in theory. Still, I don’t like it and that’s what matters for this

The fact of the matter is it felt extremely sudden and out of place. The entire first half of the movie is Kylo being an aggressive, creepy asshole to Rey. I can theoretically entertain the idea of Kylo having feelings for her (though I don’t), but I cannot see the other way around, not when Rey has so many kind, wonderful people around her. Which is why this feels so weird. There was not enough build to it. I saw a cam clip off reddit before I went in, so I had accepted it was happening but I expected a lot more lead up to it to make it not seem so sudden. None of that was there. There was no build up or reaching of understanding so it reads exactly like those versions of it I dislike: there is nothing wrong with a man berating you and insulting you and attacking you and you should love him for it. That is not enemies to lovers. That’s just abusive bullshit

And then the death. Both of them. Rey dies from… what exactly? It’s never shown at all. And same with Kylo. The leaks said it was Force exhaustion, which a) why? And b) that’s not clear in the damn movie. You need to explain things!!!! And also that means Leia, Luke, Kylo, and Rey all died (even if one didn’t stick) from using the Force too hard. Meanwhile Darth Maul survives getting cut in half and Palpatine survives falling down a shaft in a space station that explodes 2 minutes later (and, you know, all the wacky Force shit he did in this movie too). The fuck? It’s dumb. I hate it

Also the dyad thing was weird. I know the early leaks had it more explained, then the leaks said they cut it, but now it looks like they left in 3 lines of dialogue with it and cut the rest. Again, explanations people! This is not a thing in previous canon! Maybe in the EU, but that’s not canon anymore! The fuck!!!! The idea is dumb and forced to begin with, but the execution made it worse

And now for the final, largest criticism I have. A confession: I am not a star wars fan by nature. I’ve always liked them, but I preferred other sci-fi more. I’m more of an invasive species who forcibly carved my way into this fandom ecological niche because I really loved Kylo lmao. But if there is one thing star wars is defined by, I don’t think it’s love or family or any of those common themes people say. It’s hope. That’s the thing star wars does well. Even when things are darkest, it keeps the hope alive and it makes you feel that. Good will triumph. There is reason to believe in heroes, even when they stumble

This movie is not hopeful. Rogue One, a masterful tragedy, still manages a message of hope despite every single lead character dying. This one doesn’t. And tbh, I think tlj missed on this a bit too (a lot of talk about having hope, not a lot of showing us reasons to be hopeful), but it was still there. Tros does not feel hopeful. The Skywalkers are all dead. Rey has decided to download the legacy (why? No idea! The whole message was ‘don’t be afraid of who you are’ and she just then decided to become someone else? Makes no sense!!!). Anakin’s sacrifice meant nothing because Palpatine came back (and it is CRIMINAL we never got an Anakin and Kylo scene). Han and Leia’s and even Luke’s (a bit) deaths meant nothing because yeah, Kylo turned back in the end, but then he died anyway. They all gave their lives to save him and it was all for nothing. He’s still dead. Palpatine is gone and so is his fleet, but what about the FO fleet? Are they still out there? Are there brainwashed stormtroopers still trapped in its clutches (also, they were so close with Jannah and Finn to adding depth here, but nope, the stormtroopers are still cannon fodder in every fight scene even though they’re literally slaves!!!!)? Who knows!

This movie only feels conclusive in that so many characters we love are dead. That’s it. There’s more questions than answers and so much left unresolved. There’s no sense of hope in it. There’s barely a sense of victory. It’s not satisfying. Even the celebration at the end feels weird and like it’s trying to force you to be happy. The jedistormpilot hug was good, but the lesbian kiss was such a cheap attempt at trying to appease people calling for representation. The moment with Lando and Jannah at the end was probably the most hopeful part of the movie and neither of them are lead characters

Idk. I know this is pretty negative. But I didn’t really enjoy this movie. Some parts were fun, or funny, or exciting, or emotional. But overall? No. This was not a satisfying conclusion for any of these characters, either the new or the old. They missed. Hard. Not one character was truly done justice. And it’s disappointing. But it’s over now and I have no intentions of letting it dictate my fandom activities. I’m just going to pretend it didn’t happen and call it a day

#how! did! this! get! so! long! #lmao I just hope it's coherent #you know #unlike the movie skdflfsj #but anyway #I did not love it #some things were okay and others were good #but oh god the consistency #the writing #the characters #why???? #also keep in mind these are my opinions and you're allowed to not share them #anyway #enjoy I guess? #shut up nerd #text #long post #meta #tros spoilers #rise of skywalker spoilers #spoilers

[royisms]

annekane asked: false god by taylor swift

so here’s a long ass thing i did that deiniftely doesn’t answer the question and nobody asked for but did that stop me? no.

Harvard University: Government Major

     -- Dated for five months in freshman year. Jason was in her Economy class and they didn’t talk until after the term was over. They met met at a bar near campus and it took her exactly those five months to realize that they wanted opposite things. He was looking for a long term girlfriend, and Amanda was already not about that life. She took the end of the year as an excuse and ended things before moving back home for the summer.

     -- Hookup in freshman year. Some guy on the debate team that beat her on the last round. It didn’t last long (in more than one way), but there was something about competition that was so exciting already. 

     -- Dated? in sophomore year: it’s been over twenty years and Amanda’s still utterly confused about this guy. She was certain they were only sleeping together, he apparently was sure that they were an item. It didn’t end well. Someone saw her flirting with some other guy and Bruno god stupid angry and it kind of looked like a scene out of a comedy series. They were having totally different conversations, but bottom line was she broke his heart.

     -- Hookup during the summer between sophomore and junior years: Amanda was as  vanilla as it got because she never ever had sex ed in school (shocking) and she hadn’t had enough partners and enough confidence to try things out. Xavier was her first experience with an older guy (she was 20, he was 28) and he taught her things about herself. They didn’t talk too much, he picked her up and dropped her off just around the corner of her house so her parents wouldn’t ask whose car it was. He was an incredible kisser and the fact that he paid her any attention at all made her feel all the more mature. He even paid for the morning after pill that one time. So sweet.

     -- Hookup in junior year: at that one party, her roommate and her were dared to kiss and Amanda was That Girl and was also way past tipsy and it kinda seemed like a good idea. Callie and her were in the same classes, too, and they both pretended it had never happened. To be fair, Amanda couldn’t even recall if the kiss had been good the next morning.

     -- Dated for four months: Phil. Kinda lame, but had an okay sense of humour and he sat through extremely lengthy conversations with her and Oliver about the undoubtable and unavoidable demise of humanity. Evidently, he did it because he thought she owed her after, and she wasn’t informed enough to know she didn’t, so she lay down for two and a half minutes, cleaned up after and said she was tired and she’d see him the next day because he was really weird to share a bed with. After using all the clichés she knew to say she didn’t want to see him anymore, he decided to ignore her not very subtle hints and kept calling and showing up with take out. Phil really is a boring name for a boring man who needed a smack on the head and a book on women’s rights. Also: https://royisms.tumblr.com/post/621230604961333248/i-wish-i-missed-my-ex-mahalia

      -- Fell for Marcus in junior year: this time, it was the other way around. She was completely enamoured by him (looking back, it was the fact that he had a full academic scholarship he didn’t need and him being a guy her age who wasn’t a complete waste of space). There were rumours but she decided to ignore them and they came back to bite her in the ass. If she remembers correctly, that was the first time Oliver held back an “I told you”, but maybe she just didn’t hear him because she was sobbing into her pillow and screaming about how men were all the same and how could she have been so stupid. Not only a borken heart, but Marcus also gave her an STD! Thanks babe!

Georgetown University: Masters in Public Policy 

     -- Hooked up with her first Grad professor: because she’s a dumb bitch who doesn’t learn. He was only five years older but being in a position where he was way more powerful gave her such a rush. They wouldn’t talk in class, but she’d look at him from across the room and give him a look because it earned her some rough loving when they were finally behind closed doors. He eventually stopped calling her when she passed his class and he found another student to sleep with. Anyway... That’s systemic misogyny for you.

     -- Dated for eight months in 2003 - 2004: Joshua. Maybe the first relationship she’d consider serious. She had her own room for the first time in years and so did he, and they spent most nights together. With working on top of studying and her lack of time-management skills, she didn’t spend too much time with friends and, instead, they became each other’s support system. In the end, they liked each other because they didn’t have others who’d stand by them while they got consumed in their textbooks and not because they had too much in common. He’s now probably a Republican mayor in some town and he’s balding so she calls this one a win for sure.

Started to work for her father’s consultancy to dip her toe into electoral strategy.

     -- Hooked up with: Frank. A lawyer who’d just joined the consultancy business. She met him at an event she was assisting in. He was also struggling to pay rent but he was much better at hiding it and his neat hair and grey tux (and her lack of human touch in months) earned him a willing young blonde eager to get out of her heels and into his bed. They were done by 12:13am and he kicked her out, didn’t even call her a cab. Definitely not what she’d pictured for her first month as an official adult.

Didn’t date anyone, finally decided to officially put her career first and not focus on men. Also, started going to a therapist for the first time! This was great. We love mental health. Started to think about leaving her dad’s business and work on something else. Consultancy was okay but she really wanted to make an impact on the world, have a legacy... Yada yada.  

     -- Hooked up with: Luke. Her friend stood her up at the bar because she met some dude and Amanda was forcefully introduced to the beauty of drinking alone. This guy used the classic ‘pretending to be your boyfriend when a stranger is hitting on you to get them off but then I ask for your number so you’re uncomfortable again but I win so who cares’ move. She was tipsy enough that she didn’t care he didn’t have a condom. Unfortunately, her bank account disagreed when she withdrew the cash necessary for Planned Parenthood. You know what, fuck you Luke.

She took on more responsibilities at the office and eventually gathered enough to have her own clients. Granted, she still worked for an office, but her dad was close to retiring and she was proud of her own accomplishments. People actually called in and requested her by this point! Amazing progress. She was never working on campaigns alone because Youth and also men were still in charge lmao let’s not forget!! But hey. It’s something.

     -- Hooked up with: Samuel. He wasn’t a client anymore and he was a little younger than her, actually. He was also a Republican. Something about him winning the election with her help and her getting praise over the work she’d done by her peers made her reach out in 2010. One glass of wine became two and three. She kicked him out in the morning, and as far as she’s concerned his wife never found out.

     --  Dated (on and off) for one year and a half 2011 - 2012: Doh. He was a rising journalist, he’d written a big piece on something sketchy that had happened in Congress and he’d scored an important job, and he still wasn’t as busy as Amanda made herself. It was one year full of half-fights because, as if on cue, her phone would always start ringing and she’d pick it up without hesitation. In the end, he was too tired to explain, and she didn’t really want to hear it. By this point, she’d already started shooting people an annoyed look when they asked when she’d finally have children.

Her dad retired and his partner bought his half of the business. Amanda decided to leave the company; with the connections she’d secured during her many years as an assistant, she was finally able to consult on her own. 

     -- Hooked up with: Paarush. What was supposed to be a night of unwinding and letting herself go ended in too tight of a grip and some deep bruises on her neck. She had to wear a scarf for days to avoid any inappropriate questions.

     -- Dated for two years: Peter. Professionally, she was getting places she’d never even dreamed of and, as it had happened before, she was putting her career before anything else. She started seeing Peter after a friend of a friend introduced them and he was sweet. He was an economist and he wasn’t as busy as her, but he seemed to understand. The first few months, he’d call her at night and listen to her rant about her day, he’d check in on the weekends and wouldn’t get mad when she forgot to return his call. A few months in, he asked for the spare key to her place and it made sense, because he’d get there so much earlier than her. She’d arrive and he would have made dinner because he knew she’d forget to eat otherwise. It started small: something about the clients she was working for, how she should just stay home, comments about how good of a mother she’d be even though she’d made it very clear she had no intention in having children. By the end, it was about her beliefs and her impossibility to be empathetic with him. Most of all, he repeated over and over how she was so innocent to believe she could make a change in the world. It was hard to part ways because it was so comfortable -- they’d fallen into a routine that had taken a lot of weight off her shoulders for a while, but when she changed the lock of her apartment and refused to talk to him, she really believed she was better off without him.

     -- Hooked up with: Hans. As far as she’s concerned, he definitely wasn’t the worst man she’d slept with. Need I say more?

Started working for Oliver as his Chief of Staff. A new job, new staff, new line of work altogether, it was… Big. Not too much time for dating but she deprived herself of sleep. 

     -- Hooked up with: Javier. Not a Republican, but a conservative Democrat. He was on his way to become Mayor of Louisville (thanks to her, mostly). Again, winning is exciting, and she’s a simple woman with needs.

     -- Dated for nine months: Charlie. They matched on Tinder and Amanda messaged them with a line she thought was funny and cheeky, it probably wasn’t but for whatever reason, Charlie messaged her back. They met at a bar and hit it off almost immediately, and - wow, sleeping with someone she didn’t hate was a welcomed change. They were the first (and, so far, only) person she dated who wasn’t a man. It was a little scary at first, to be honest -- she’s a feminist, she’s liberal, she’s progressive, and she’s nice, but it was a new experience and she didn’t want to say the wrong thing. In the end, they were both too busy to keep up with a relationship. Fun fact: they both decided to break up on the same night so they were dumper and dumpee all the same. Amanda was not amused at the time, she hadn’t been dumped in so long, but hey… They didn’t talk for a while, but then ran into each other at some event or the other, one thing led to another… They definitely hooked up a few times after breaking up, but both made sure there weren’t any romantic feelings left there. That would’ve been Awkward.

Election season started and, with that, her new position as Campaign Manager for Zafar 2020. Later, she’d become Deputy Campaign Manager for Berkeley-Zafar 2020. She’s working way more hours and definitely doesn’t have time for men. Or does she! You know what I’m talking about.

     -- Did not date for nine months: Silas. There are many things she could say about him, but she won’t because it never happened. Outside of her bedroom, and his (and… His office, and the restroom at that one bar), this never happened. She never sent him flowers, he never put on his cat to meow through the phone to her, they never shared a lazy Sunday morning with coffee in bed and books unrelated to work. And he’s definitely not the man who “I can't talk to you when you're like this, staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town” was written about.

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[takemealivelh]

If requests are still open, can you do a Luke Hemmings x reader where it’s that cocktail chats, and the reader is the one directing & filming bc she’s known for being good at both so they get her down to do it. Luke has a massive crush on her, either before she shows up or when she does show up and he’s thinking “shit” lmao. So when they get really shitfaced, he says something on camera about her & gradually starts hitting on her until he asks her out lol

ALRIGHT! This took me forever but I DID IT! Proud of this one (I think)

This one’s for ya!

(Luke’s POV)

One of our strong points as a band, besides creating and performing music we believe in, is how we interact with our fans. They know us, they know we're up for a good time and we don't shy away from making fools out of ourselves. The Cocktail Chats seemed like a good idea to get it all together in one project. That was until I found out who was directing and filming.

"She should be here any second" Ashton scrolled through his phone. We were waiting for the crew to set up the cameras, lighting and audio at his kitchen, and we'd gotten there a few hours before just to help him clean up. 

"Who?" I made the dumb mistake of asking. Michael, Calum and Ashton looked at me wide-eyed with the biggest looking frown on their faces. "What?"

"Are you fucking serious? We discussed this weeks ago, mate" Michael shook his head. He immediately started laughing when I didn't reply, "okay, maybe your brain has been pushing it to the back so you didn't shit your pants every day we got closer to filming." Ashton laughed along and high-fived our guitarist. None of them answered my question, though.

I looked for Calum's face, but he didn't help me out either. 

The doorbell rang, "she's here!" Ashton smiled and got up from his spot on the kitchen table. 

"This is going to be good" Michael laughed under his breath before pushing himself off the countertop and walking towards the front door behind Ash. "Hey!" I heard him yell in excitement and a few other voices greeting them. "Hey man, you drove everyone here?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did. I wasn't going to miss this, you four getting drunk and discussing music?" Alex's voice was unmistakable, and I was glad he'd come around, "wouldn't fucking miss it, also I wanted to help. Where are the other two? We need to set all this equipment."

"Cal! Luke! Don't be dicks and come help out"

When I got to the front door and saw Ashton's arm around her shoulders, her hands holding a camera tripod, I felt the colour fade from my face. 

Maybe Mike was right.

-

"Can you move a little bit closer to the mic, Cal? Please?"

I saw her giving directions, saw her being her charming professional self. Carrie seemed to have everything under control but never stopped being the lovely person she is. When Ashton stood next to her, asking her about how they'd bring the concept to life, she explained her vision with such eloquence that I decided I could listen to her talk about her work for hours. She was a smart, creative, kind person. I was crushing so hard on her.

"Keep the drool to a minimum," I felt someone nudge my shoulder and saw Alex with a smug smirk behind me, getting ready the shots and cocktails we were about to drink. "You're not subtle, Luke. And I worry about how you'll act when you've got some drinks in you."

I rolled my eyes, "I can be professional, mate. Thanks for the confidence boost, though."

"I'm just saying," he laughed.

-

"Everyone does a shot and then we start with introductions, sounds good?" Carrie smiled from behind the camera. "Ashton, you go first. And... we're rolling."

The red light lit up and I felt my hands starting to sweat. I only needed to play it cool, just for a couple of hours. I'd been drunk before, and I'd been drunk before around her as well. It never went bad, but maybe because Cal had to drag me out of the party before I embarrassed myself. 

"Let it begin..."Ashton did a shot and the rest of us followed suit. I tried to be cool and impress her by being expressionless as the burning alcohol went down my throat. 

It didn't work.

"Hello, I'm Ashton, I'm the drummer in the band..."

"Hello, for everyone out there who doesn't know who I am, I'm Calum Hood..."

"I'm Michael, I play guitar in 5 seconds of summer..."

"I'm Luke..." my brain completely betrayed me when I saw her smile from the other side of the camera, "I'm NOT 6'4, I'm 6'2 at best..."

The more drinks I got in me, the sloppier I got, the stupider I got, the more I embarrassed myself. 

Oh god, she was so pretty when she laughed at my dumb jokes. 

"Can you tell him to say it without the word genius?" I heard her faintly over the loud mess we had going on. Ashton repeated the question I swear I saw a smirk on her face.

Of course, I messed up, again. 

-

"I think we need a break" 

"I think we need like 3 breaks," Mike was slouched on the floor next to the camera, "I can't concentrate for shit. Hey, man! When did you get here?"

The kitchen was quickly getting more crowded. When Ashton said that he started a party because he got drunk, he wasn't joking. From 8 people, we were now at 25. My words were starting to spill out of my mouth without any filter and I was partly worried that I would profess my undying love for her in front of everyone. But I was also feeling a bit confident, every time I made her laugh or blush -even faintly- I felt good. Maybe she liked me as well.

"You want a drink?" I offered her a glass of some cocktail we were drinking. Carrie smiled at me and showed me the half-empty glass in her hand. "Oh, you already have one. You want another one after that?"

"Luke! Stop giving her drinks, mate! You're so unprofessional"

Ashton laughed from the other side of the kitchen, slurping the rest of his cocktail, "we're discussing music while we're getting drunk, Cal. I think professional flew out the window a few hours ago"

She smiled at me and sipped the rest of her drink. Was I imagining things or was she maintaining a playful eye contact with me? Was it my vivid desires playing tricks to my drunken mind or was she running her hand up and down my arm? "I like you in this shirt, it suits you" she whispered.

I think my heart almost stopped beating.

- 

"Guys, you can do it. Only two more songs, alright?"

Michael and Cal made their way around the kitchen, trying to get everyone either to stay quiet or to go party on the backyard. Ashton was bopping his head to the beat of Empty Wallets.

The first piano part has always reminded me of N'Sync's Bye Bye Bye, and since we were all pretty shitfaced by now, decency had left the room a while ago. 

"I'm not gonna play anymore because that is fire"

"Wow"

"Pure Fuego"

"You're gonna burn down your house, Ash"

I could see Carrie trying to contain the laughter as we all teased Ashton.

"Thank you, audience participants. That was very supportive."

I sat next to her as the rest of the band did their part of the video. I saw Alex's cheeky grin at me, and Mike's eyebrows wiggle at me when Carried shifted in the stool and subtly brushed her body against mine. I thought my body wouldn't be able to take that much heat.

-

We had finished talking about Ghost Of You and now we were doing the Deluxe tracks of the album. But it was likely that none of that footage was going to end up in the actual videos. We were absolutely smashed. Michael had to go out to take some air, Cal went out for a smoke and Alex and Ash followed to spend some time with all the people they had invited over.

It was just me and Carrie.

"Alright, Luke. Monsters Among Men. What's it mean?"

"Er..." my mind was racing five hundred thoughts at the speed of light. Her hair had been put up in a ponytail because the temperature in the room had gone up quickly in the past 20 minutes. She had a few strands of hair stuck with sweat to her skin and the cleavage exposed by her v-neck shirt was glistening. I couldn't focus. 

She gave me a sly smile, "are you gonna talk, or?"

"You're cute" I blurted out.

"You're drunk"

The way her nose crinkled when she teased me, the way the lighting hit the side of her face, the way she wiped the sweat off her forehead with two fingers... I needed to ask her out. "You're still cute when I'm sober, though"

"Wow, real smooth, Hemmings"

"I try"

Her laugh was enough to give me the last boost of confidence.

"You wanna go out with me? Not tonight, I won't be good company if I'm about to throw up all the time"

Carrie laughed and turned the camera off. "Alright, no deluxe," she said under her breath, shaking her head. I could feel my throat starting to close, she was breathtaking and I had asked her out and she wasn't replying and oh my god did I make a dick move?

"I'm free next week," she smiled.

Thank fucking god, "it's a date then."

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Lashton (5sos) + 75. “I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

Canon Universe (lmao again, funny), sometime during their time off this year.

~1.6k words

A/N: i fucking love and i fucking missed Lashton so very much wow. thanks, i hope you like this!!!!

Luke has his eyes closed. His head is turned to the side, angled to the sun and his foot is bent at the knee, placed on the beach chair. He’s got his arms stretched up around the small headrest and reclined like this, it almost looks like he’s sleeping.

He’s not, though, Ashton knows that he’s not, because he’s been looking for a while now from his own chair by the pool, and from time to time Luke opens his eyes, moves around all lazy and settles again. There’s still glitter in his eyelids, is the thing, and it keeps catching Ashton’s attention that’s all.

Whatever little pieces resisted the makeup remover are now gathered more to the outer corner of his right eye, like Luke’s been rubbing his eyes and that’s where the glitter got dragged to. There’s some on his cheekbones too that Ashton notices when Luke moves, and the pink nuances of it fit the pink on his cheeks just about perfectly and Ashton is reminded of how good that glitter looks on his lids and how it seems to make Luke’s mouth pinker. Like a doll.

Ashton frowns, makes himself stop looking and shakes his head as he stares ahead at the blue undisturbed water of the pool.

Sometimes his minds goes to weird places. That’s a given, he knows that very well; but recently it has gotten worse and very Luke related. Still frowning, he glances at the younger boy again - Luke’s different. Well. They all are, but Luke especially, he thinks.

Maybe it was since he became single again. Maybe it was after getting all that new music out, maybe it came with a liberating feeling that translated into Luke’s attitude. Maybe it was after Luke started singing without his guitar, or maybe it’s his new clothes and hair. Ashton’s not sure about which, maybe it’s even a combination of them all, but the fact is, Luke is different.

He carries himself differently and Ashton notices. They’re not kids anymore.

But then, from time to time when Luke wears that pink glitter, it somehow takes Ashton back and he’s staring at this kid with big eyes and young face, quiffed hair, a lip ring and misfits tank top. He stares at this kid who used to stare back at him telling him something with his eyes that Ashton wouldn’t allow himself to read into.

That was a long time ago and they were just kids. However way Luke used to look at Ashton, it’s over now because they grew up. It’s a good thing Ashton always refused to acknowledge it, they never spoke of it and whatever it was it faded away and nothing happened.

Once again Ashton tears his eyes from Luke and stares down at his own hands instead.

Well, nothing is kinda relative. There were moments in which the air shifted around them, moments when it only took one small step, one small gesture and suddenly the platonic situation they were in wasn’t that platonic anymore. When a hug took too long, when a stare got too intense, when a conversation deviated to dangerous topics, when getting undressed was a test on their self control to not look, when an innocent touch felt heavy on the skin, when sharing a room made heartbeats rise.

But in all of those, no further step was taken and whatever that was, was gone.

Except in times like these, when suddenly Ashton can’t tear his eyes away - he looks over at Luke again - and his mind goes to this weird place that conjures all sorts of images of what could’ve happened in every single one of those moments. And with his eyes dragging down to Luke’s chest and his tummy he gets this little heat of excitement deep in his gut that throws a wild what if…? into his brain.

His mouth goes dry a little, and he licks his lips, before bringing his eyes back to Luke’s face.

Ashton’s heart skips a beat when he notices Luke’s eyes are open and looking right at him. Shit.

Luke’s expression doesn’t change from this stoic, calm one and he keeps looking at Ashton. The older boy curses himself internally dragging his eyes away - he’s pretty sure it’s not the first time Luke has noticed Ashton looking at him funny lately either. Fuck.

There’s movement and Ashton does not move to look over, until he notices that Luke is saying something, or, more accurately, mumbling almost. “What?” Ashton asks, looking over to find Luke standing up. His lips move with amusement, but the smile is practically unnoticeable.

“I said,” Luke repeats, “I’m going for a swim.” He stops and turns his head to the side, “Do you wanna join me?” He speaks softly, slowly and looks at Ashton waiting for his response.

Ashton blinks a couple times. What the hell, the cool water might just do him some good. Maybe all of this is because of the heat, now that he thinks of it.

He doesn’t answer but stands up, ready to follow Luke towards the pool.

Diving into the water feels like pausing his thoughts for a few seconds - the muffled sounds underwater take over his senses and there’s a form of relief that makes him want to stay underwater forever. Unfortunately, breathing can’t be done like this.

As he resurfaces Luke is a few feet away, hand running through his wet curls to pull them back from his face and he looks at Ashton. It’s the way that he’s looking at Ashton that makes that heat flare up in his gut when he recognises it. The silence between them doesn’t help the slightest bit in taking a bit of the intensity of whatever this is away.

“Luke,” Ashton finds himself uttering, with a warning tone to it that shatters any try at ignoring what’s going on between them now. Luke moves towards Ashton, the water hitting the base of his throat as he steps closer slowly.

“What?” Luke asks, almost innocently, even though his eyes say something completely different. He looks over at the glass door and up at the balcony to make sure no one is there and once again, something in Ashton’s gut twists as he just knows what Luke is planning on doing next.

“Luke,” he calls again, in that same warning tone, except more alarmed this time. Mostly because whatever Luke’s about to do, Ashton knows he wants it as well. And he’s sure if he should.

“What?” Luke repeats, somehow amused, not stopping. Ashton finds his back hitting against the pool wall as Luke stops just at the edge of his personal space. He looks up at the younger boy’s blue eyes filled with a confidence and a certainty in his actions that wasn’t there all those years before. He inclines his head just a little, making that little bit of glitter sparkle in the sun and Ashton can’t look away. Luke isn’t backing away - not when Ashton’s sure that it’s written all over his face how much he wants this as well. It’s a sick curiosity that just won’t go away, especially not now.

“This is a stupid idea,” Ashton whispers as Luke steps even closer, feels his chest almost touching Luke’s. They’re way past lip rings and bandannas. They’re adults now. They’re adults now, Ashton repeats in his mind. Adults who know what they want - and still they want this.

With his head inclined to the side, Luke’s eyes drop to Ashton’s mouth and he’s smiling. He nods making his nose bump into Ashton’s, “yeah” he agrees.

He feels Luke’s breath on his skin, feels it warm and sweet getting closer until all he feels is the pressure of Luke’s lips on his. It’s light the first few seconds, but then he hears Luke inhaling through his nose and suddenly there’s a hand gripping his wet hair at the back of his head and Luke uses it to turn his head, chest fully pressed against Ashton’s. He opens his mouth and licks Ashton’s lips until they ply open and Luke can dive into his mouth, not losing a single second.

Ashton feels a little dizzy, and the hands Luke has all over his body do nothing to steady him. Luke’s leg comes to fit in between Ashton’s tights and it’s too much for a moment. Ashton pushes at Luke’s shoulders to break the kiss and fucking breathe.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps, letting his forehead rest against Luke’s cheek. The younger boy laughs lowly and he starts moving his leg rubbing against Ashton’s crotch, “fuck,” Ashton lets out. He grabs at Luke’s forearms like he needs it to stay above water and his mouth falls open as Luke’s hand grip the side of the pool, caging Ashton in and moving more eagerly.

Ashton can feel himself hardening, the heat rising from his gut up his spine and making it so hard to breathe, “Luke, oh my god,” he moans, his voice rising in pitch and his breathing becoming erratic - he’s gonna come if Luke keeps this up.

Feeling Luke’s ragged breath next to his ears doesn’t help in the slightest and he closes his eyes, hard, concentrating on not losing control.

Suddenly, the noise of a door closing rather hard is heard coming from inside the house and Luke stops. He pulls away from Ashton for just a second and Ashton is so glad that he still had that mental capacity because he certainly doesn’t.

Voices are heard, “Fuck,” Luke curses and turns to look at Ashton who looks back with wide eyes. Someone just got home. Luke bites his lip, kisses Ashton on the lips one last time, saying “to be continued,” as he moves to get out of the pool, wrapping a towel around his waist the precise moment Calum slides the glass door to say hi.

Ashton is frozen in place, feeling overwhelmed, dumbfounded and incredibly, incredibly frustrated with his band mates’ timing.

For fuck’s sake. He takes another dive into the cool water. Not that it would help - this, turns out, has nothing to do with the heat.

#lashton #~drabble #this brings back feels ya know #Anonymous

[carmenlire]

Nevermind im sending a decent one lmao "Quick! Kiss me, I will explain later! Wha-"

Carla!! Thanks so much for this prompt!! I hope you like it :)

read on ao3

Alec feels on top of the world.

Today is the happiest day of his life and he’s the luckiest goddamn man in the world.

He looks around in wonder and it almost feels too good to be true.

He’d think it a dream but he can feel the heavy weight of the ring on his left hand and knows that this is his life.

This is the rest of his life.

He’s leaning against the bar, waiting for his drink, and taking in the room from the sidelines. While today has been perfect and everything he could’ve hoped for, it’s a little overwhelming and he needs a minute or two to blend into the background, forget that he’s one of the stars of the show.

It has to be almost midnight. He’d married Magnus just after sunset, out in the open in a meadow. It was one of their favorite places in the world. When everything became too much, when the pressure of being such in such important positions in the shadow world was overwhelming, Magnus and Alec would take an afternoon and come to the meadow in the middle of that forest, somewhere in Romania. This evening there’d been fairy lights and acres of flowers and Alec’s heart had felt like it was trying to beat out of his chest as he’d taken in the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

A life without limits now, a life that could last an eternity.

There’d been tears and smiles and Alec doubts his heart will ever recover from the sheer love that’s radiating out from him.

He’d made it. He’s married to Magnus now, the light of his life, and he’s on cloud nine. He never wants to come down.

They’re at the reception now. Magnus had closed Pandemonium for the night, instead using it for their private party. While the wedding had been intimate– only their closest friends and family present to witness the vows– the reception was teeming with people.

While Alec would have liked nothing more than to head right to the honeymoon– Japan– or their loft or, fuck, around a convenient corner to celebrate, he still has responsibilities and politics to appease. The nuptials of the Power Couple of New York, a shadowhunter and downworlder, the Head of the New York Institute and the High Warlock of Brooklyn, demanded a lengthy guest list. They’d invited the entire Clave and the heads of every institute– most of whom had sent their regrets in a timely and brusque manner– as well as all of the downworlder leaders.

It didn’t help the overwhelming guest list that Magnus was popular and loved to throw a good party– especially when he had a reason to celebrate.

There was no higher occasion than his wedding.

Alec feels the clunk as glasses hit the granite counter and turns around, offering a nod in thanks to the bartender as he picks up his drink– a sex on the beach. Light, fruity, and sweet. Perfect for how he’s feeling.

As he turns back to the hubbub, he sees Izzy on the dancefloor with Max, doing an awful rendition of the robot. He sees Jace and Clary in the corner and averts his eyes as they lean into each other. Maia and Simon are eating cake at a table– blood infused available for the vampires– and Maia mock-glares as Simon swipes frosting against her cheek.

He sees Maryse and Luke on the edge of the dancefloor. Luke’s trying to get Maryse to dance with him and Alec watches as his mother throws her head back and laughs as she moves into Luke’s arms and they start to slow dance, hilariously off rhythm as the song currently playing is more suited to a rave than a waltz.

His eyes play over the room, through the pulsing lights, searching for his man.

His husband.

The dance floor is packed with people moving to the beat. Some are obviously drunk, having fun, and Alec smiles. The vibe for tonight is happy and celebratory and it’s great to see everyone having a good time– warlocks, vampires, werewolves, shadowhunters, all coming together under one roof to celebrate the love of a couple all respect and most like.

The Seelie Queen is holding court in the corner opposite him. She’d walked up to the two of them in the receiving line and wished them a long and happy time together. It had been somewhat of a surprise to hear the words come from her, genuine as she couldn’t lie. She’d pointed to the gift station and nodded towards an ornate box covered with vines and vibrant flowers, declaring that they’d enjoy her gift immensely.

Magnus and Alec had looked at each other before they’d both shrugged.

They’d deal with whatever it was, together.

Alec throws back the rest of his drink, feeling pleasantly buzzed. He has no intention of getting drunk, he doesn’t want to miss a moment– is trying to sear every second of this day on his memory– but he’s feeling good and this drink is goddamn delicious.

He’s about to turn around and order another, planning on taking it with him as he looks for his errant husband, when a hand wraps around his arm.

“Quick, kiss me! I’ll explain later–”

Alec’s smiling as he mutters, “Wha–”

Magnus’s lips meet his before he gets the word all the way out and then he’s not thinking at all.

His head is spinning and it’s such a cliché but he’s drunk on Magnus– his taste, that damned sandalwood cologne, the feeling of him pressing against Alec from chest to knee. Magnus brings his hand up and sifts his fingers through Alec’s hair and Alec melts into it.

The kiss spins out endlessly, moving from fervent and scorching to soft and lingering. When they finally pull away, Alec can’t even remember his own name, breathing harsh between the bass thumping through the club.

He keeps his eyes closed just a few seconds after the kiss ends, enjoying the feeling surging through him. He feels light and syrupy and content. He’s unbelievably happy.

He opens his eyes to see Magnus already looking at him, eyes unbearably soft, a little grin tilting his mouth up. His lips are red and swollen and Alec just wants to dive in for more.

He shakes his head a little to bring it back online, though, and clears his throat.

He widens his stance and wraps his arms around Magnus’s waist, pulling until Magnus is standing between his legs and they’re flush together.

He smiles and raises a brow. “I believe an explanation is in order?”

Magnus makes a play of looking demure, smiling like the cat that caught the canary, as he wraps his own arms around Alec’s neck, continuing to run his hand through Alec’s hair.

“Hi,” he says, breathlessly.

Alec can’t help the dopey smile that steals across his face. “Hi, husband,” he replies.

Magnus’s eyes shine even brighter as he leans into Alec, close enough so that his breath plays over Alec’s lips.

In the space between them, Magnus continues, mock severely.

“Mr. Lightwood-Bane, by my count it’d been at least seventeen minutes since we last kissed. I simply had to come over here and rectify the situation.”

Magnus nods, like he’s proud of himself, and Alec can’t help the laugh that spills out of him.

Alec nods back, serious, and says, “What a grievous error. I’ll have to pay more attention in the future.”

Magnus hums distractedly, eyes glued to Alec’s mouth and murmurs, “See that you do,” before he’s leaning in those last few inches and connecting their lips again.

In a contrast to the last kiss, this one moves from chaste and reverent to intense and filthy. Alec doesn’t care that there’s at least a few hundred witnesses, some just feet away. All he cares about is Magnus and making sure this kiss doesn’t end.

He doesn’t see the crowd that turns towards the newlyweds, some with raised brows but all with wide smiles. He doesn’t hear them cheer as the couple of the hour demonstrates the depth of their love.

He doesn’t see, but he feels the light blue sparks falling onto his cheek, a manifestation of just how happy Magnus is, that he’s letting his magic out of its usually ironclad control.

Alec starts grinning, breaking the intensity of the kiss and soon enough both of them are smiling too big to continue. Alec ducks down and kisses Magnus, once, twice, half a dozen times on the cheek, chin, nose, forehead. Little pecks that are light and happy.

Magnus opens his eyes before stepping back, holding out his arms to Alec.

He tilts his head towards the dance floor behind him and raises his brows in challenge, eyes glittering with warmth and joy.

“Care to join me for a dance, darling?”

Alec doesn’t hesitate as he takes Magnus’s hands and moves forward, guiding Magnus back.

“I’d be delighted, love,” he murmurs in Magnus’s ear.

He feels Magnus shiver and a second later they’re in the middle of the dance floor.

They dance the rest of the night away, going from grinding filthily to slow dancing and back again. Their rings glint in the pulsing light and they both feel the tension in the air, the weight of anticipation and love– they can’t wait to continue their celebration behind closed doors.

They dance with their friends and their loved ones, but never stray far away from each other.

There’s champagne and cake and everyone watches as Magnus and Alec have the time of their lives.

Everyone watches as the next chapter of a legendary love story starts before their eyes.

Magnus and Alec are oblivious to the stares, lost in each other.

The reception is remembered for decades to come. Everyone agrees that it’s the best party Magnus Lightwood-Bane ever planned.

#lol it's like i'm incapable of writing anything other than unmitigated fluff and sappiness #thanks doll for the prompt!!! #my writing #quick kiss me #malec fic #malec fic rec #magnus x alec

[headoverhiddles]

Attention [Bill Skarsgård x Reader Smut]

This is based on that Charlie Puth song, Attention. Reader and Bill have been separated for a few months, and the reader knows exactly what to do to get him right back in her arms. Also, Luke Evans cameo!

Warnings: Cheating, sorry if your name is Nicolette, rough/angry sex, semi-public sex/fingering, jealous/possessive!Bill, and steamy public teasing. Also the reader is pretty savage lmao.

The straps on your dress glide up your shoulders, slotting over your collarbone. This outfit you've got on is sure to attract the stares every man at the party you're headed to... but you're only looking to target one. He'll be there, you're sure of it. Whichever woman he's decided to bring this time to insist to the press, "see, I have a girlfriend, now will you leave my private life alone?!" won't stand a chance against you.

Stepping into your heels, you text your friend that you're ready to go, and head out to your car, parked underneath the palm trees of smoggy LA. It's evening by the time you swing by your friend's place, the lights of the city glowing and making it almost what it's made out to be by hopefuls: the land where dreams true. You much prefer New York City, but work is where work is, so Hollywood is a necessary evil. You remember when you and Bill used to joke about it in bed.

"Why can't we just move to New York?"

"Stockholm is nicer."

"Not nicer than New York!"

"Everything is nicer than New York," Bill smirked.

"What would we do in Stockholm?" you had asked playfully, rolling over onto his naked chest so that your breasts were pushed up against his pectorals. He bit his lip with a mischievous grin, bouncing you on his lap slightly.

"Fuck."

"Every day," you growled in his ear, nipping at his ear lobe.

"Every night." He squeezed your ass, causing you to squeal.

"Mmm, but other than that?" you rolled back over to lay beside him on the pillow.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "See my parents every once and a while. Invite your parents out. Find a nice hot spring- we have a lot of those there, you know- and uh... get naked?"

"Everything leads back to getting naked, doesn't it?" you stuck your tongue out.

"When you drive me this crazy?" he groaned, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze, "Yeah."

You cluck your tongue as your gaze shifts to the exit off the freeway. You knew how crazy he was for you... and tonight, you were going to exploit the hell out of that.

"What're you thinking about?" your friend asks you, turning down the music a little.

"How accessible my panties are in this dress," you reply, turning onto a street.

Your friend laughs. "Are you sure Bill's worth the money you spent on those? He's a huge jerk, remember?"

"The look on his face'll sure be worth it," you explain, pulling over the car. You give the keys to the parking employee, who works for whichever studio is throwing this party, and you walk in together.

"(y/n)!" someone shouts, and you turn to see someone you've grown close to. It's Barbara Muschietti, sister of Bill's director on It. You two had met a while ago during the filming of that, when Bill had taken you one day to set.

"Hey," you grin, "You look nice tonight."

"Thanks, love. Look at you! Who are you trying to rope in tonight with this outfit?"

"Oh, you know," you smile, "Someone who'll probably make it extremely challenging for me."

"But who doesn't love a good challenge when it comes to men?" she grins, and clinked her glass against yours. Her brother approaches.

"Ah, (y/n)! How are things going?" he asks, and you nod.

"Good, Andy."

"You, uh... you know Bill's here, right?" He knows about your bad breakup, as it had happened during the press tour for It, which is why Bill was absent for most of it.

"Oh?" you feign, looking around, "Is he?"  

"Yes, I just saw him over by the washrooms. We were chatting about his new project, Castle Rock..."

The rest is drowned out as you think about that project, and how you two had discussed it in a much different context.

"I've got a big surprise," he grinned, pulling away from your lips for a second.

"Yeah?" you grinned back, holding his hands above his head as he ground up against you.

"Yeah. A new project I'm tied to."

"Aaand what is it?" you breathed against his lips, and he was momentarily distracted, dragging you in for another kiss until you pulled away again. "Well?"

He groaned, sitting himself up on his elbows. "It's called Castle Rock. Stephen wanted me for it, cause everyone's big on Pennywise right now."

"Shit," you grinned, "Another Stephen King? You're becoming the Johnny Depp to his Tim Burton."

He laughed. "You know, everyone's making that joke. Anyway, I guess so. I don't mind though. His stuff is pretty fun to do."

"Well, who are you gonna play this time?" you ask playfully, mouthing kisses along his neck. He swallowed, Adam's Apple bobbing.

"Can't tell. C-confidential."

You bit lightly in the junction of his neck, feeling his hips roll up against you wantonly.

"Mmmph, Shawshank prisoner," he breathed, mouth opening in a gasp. "Fuck."

You giggled. "You're hot when you're powerless." He glared up at you, then used his leg to kick you beneath him, rolling on top.

"Not for long, sweet thing."

You phase back into the conversation with Andy, and nod along with whatever he's just finished saying about Castle Rock.

"Oh yeah?" you pretend to seem enlightened, "I had no idea Bill was attached to another Stephen King project!"

"Yeah. He's becoming the Johnny Depp to Stephen's Tim Burton!"

You seal your lips in a tight smile, and excuse yourself to get a drink, saying goodbye to them. Your friend is waiting at one of the tables, hyperventilating.

"What is it?" you ask.

"I just flirted with Ellen Page," she cries, fanning herself, and you laugh.

"Looks like both of us are in for some fun tonight."

Just then, you spot him. It's impossible to mistake his tall, lanky frame in that bespoke suit-- and fuck... he's wearing the pink tie you got for him for your first premiere together. Asshole. Shaking your head, you quirk an eyebrow at your friend, taking a sip of champagne and cocking your head. She frowns and follows your gaze, then her eyes widen.

"Now?" she murmurs.

"Gradually," you smile, and brush past her to approach your prey. "Bill?" you say, smiling, "God wow! Fancy seeing you here."

He turns, and you can tell you've caught him off guard. He recovers well.

"Oh, (y/n). Huh, didn't expect to see you at a party like this," he chuckles, not meeting your gaze, and you clench your jaw.

"Likewise," you grit out, and he clears his throat, looking over at his date.

"Uh, Nicolette... this is (y/n)."

"Nicolette," you say the name slowly, and give her a sweet smile. "Pleasure."

Bill frowns, and coughs again.

"Right, um..." his eyes fight to tear off of your chest, and you know you're already well on your way to stealing his attention for good, "W-we should be going." The dress is karma, and you know your perfume is affecting him too. He’s intoxicated by it, thinking back to when you were his, only his.

"Home already?" you ask innocently.

"No," Bill growls, and you smirk to yourself as your tall ex-boyfriend whisks "Nicolette" away through the crowd.

Fine. You can work from far away.

You go over to the dancing area and find the first body in your way, who happens to be Luke Evans, an old friend of yours. You knew each other from an MTV awards back when you were first starting out as an actress- you had forgotten your presenting notes, and he had stepped in. You tap his shoulder.

"(y/n)!" he grins, "My god, it's been too long!"

"It has," you say, hugging him, "I've missed you."

"Same here. Jon and I saw your latest film, it was quite something."

"Where is Jon?" you smile, and Luke jerks his head back, motioning for his boyfriend.

"Somewhere around. I think he's going around telling everybody he's just met Madonna a week ago. He got to be in her music video- never gonna hear the end of that one, let me tell you."

You giggle, then see Bill looking over at you from the opposite side of the room, trying to pretend he's scanning the room instead of watching you.

"Big favour," you murmur, looking up at the Welshman, "I need you to look absolutely enthralled with me."

"Ahhh, you need the treatment to make someone jealous, eh?" he grins, "Okay, won't ask. This'll be fun." He rubs his hands together, then grabs your shoulders, pulling you in and rocking his body against yours. He then kisses you hard, hands settled comfortably on your hips. You make sure to turn so that Bill gets a full view of the feel copping.

"Fuck," you breathe, pulling away, "Jon's a lucky man." It's not Bill, but it's good, nonetheless.

"So he's told me," Luke smirks. Suddenly, you turn to come face to face with your ex. He looks down at you, almost incredulously.

"Luke Evans?"

Luke makes his exit with a pointed stare, and you turn fully to Bill.

"What about him?"

"Thought he was gay."

You shrug. "Doesn't matter that he's gay."

"Really? Your best friend is gay, would you make out with her?"

"Oh, don't you wish." You hate how entitled he sounds, even though this was your goal anyway.  

"Wait Bill, how do you know all that about her friend?" Nicolette asks apprehensively, and Bill grinds his teeth, patience sufficiently tested.

"(y/n) and I used to know each other."

"Oh yeah," you add, placing a hand on Bill's shoulder and letting your breasts pop a little more, "Right before he decided to go and ruin everything."

Bill lets out that frustrated, almost petulant sigh he always did, and let go of Nicolette's arm.

"I'm gonna go out for a smoke, I'll be right back babe," he says to her, kissing her cheek, and walks toward the door. He turns back, shooting you a look that says, "follow me or else." You do, snapping your straps once more.

As soon as you've left the pad, the door is slammed. Bill's fist is pounding against the wall, but you get the first word in.

"The tie I bought you for the Atomic Blonde premiere? Seriously Bill?"

He whips around, opening his arms. "What, should I have just burned everything you gave me?"

"No, but you don't have to wear it with another girl. Real classy."

"I'm not the one with her breasts in my face," he snaps back, eyes venomous.

"Still. You could've picked one that didn't bring back our memories." You think back to when you had given him the tie.

"For you," you smiled. His eyes lit up, and he took the pink tie, wrapping it around his neck.

"It'll look amazing with my suit," he said, kissing your cheek.

"That's what I thought when I picked it out," you replied, tying it and patting his chest gently. "It's gonna make your green eyes pop."

"Just like your necklace is," he said, feeling the small gems in your chain. You nuzzled your head against his chest, and he sighed, stroking your hair. "How long do we have before we go for hair and makeup?"

"An hour or so. That's when the car is coming," you said, then giggled. "Why? Wanna get up to something?"

"For once, fuck no. I just wanna take a nap," he chuckled, and pulled you down on the bed with him. You hummed.

"I hear that. We've been working on this damn movie for so long I've forgotten what sleep is."

"And we weren't even top billed cast."

"I think we got even less sleep than the guy doing the latte runs for Charlize," you laughed. Bill snorted.

"That's really fucking saying something."

"Poor guy looked like a zombie," you laughed. "To be fair though, she was very nice about it."

"I should hope so, dude nearly got hit by a bus coming back over from Starbucks."

You two looked at each other, and you really shouldn't laugh at that, but you did, until you were in stitches, limbs criss-crossed over each other's on the bed.

"We're gonna look like that guy at the premiere if we take a nap, you know," you sighed, "You always look like a firecracker went off in your face when you wake up."

"What?!" he laughed.

"Trust me, it's not good."

"Mmm," Bill mumbled, and grabbed blindly for the remote. "Netflix it is, then." You turned to the screen and peeked over his arm, frowning.

"What the hell? It's not gonna be Christmas for like another eight months, Bill," you said as Home Alone starts playing.

"Fuck it," he muttered, tossing the remote away, and you smile, settling down on him. He planted a kiss on your forehead, and you looked up, prompting him to kiss your lips. You deepened the kiss, scooting up closer so that you're slotted together, holding each other, as you clutched the new pink tie your bought him in your fist.

Your memory fades out on Bill's angry expression, nose all crinkled.

"Is it the thought of me with someone else so god damn terrible that you have to ruin that too?!" he shouts at you.

"I wasn't ruining anything, I was just telling her the truth," you reply, closing your eyes bitterly. 

"Right, yeah. Like the truth you told the press, that I cheated on you with a casting director so I could get Hemlock Grove?! You thought I’d just call you up once I heard that, right? Were you trying to provoke me?"

You pause, inhaling sharply. "I was pissed, you were an asshole," you shoot back.

"So you wreck my public image?!"

"That's..." you sigh, feeling a stab of regret. That was one thing you wished you hadn't done. "...Not what I was trying to do. I talked before thinking. Besides, your image was doing just fine, Bill."

"No thanks to you."

"You're the one who left me!" you finally shout, getting close to his face.

"(y/n), I was ready to marry you!" he shouts, and you blink at him. "Shit." He takes a step back, puts a cigarette in his mouth, then puts it away again after realizing his lighter is out of fluid. "Yeah, okay? I had a fucking ring and everything. It was pretty, too... fuck..."

"You were gonna propose?" Your thoughts are swirling, thrown off the night's meticulously laid out plan, "Then... why did you leave, you dipshit?!"

"Because I thought I was in over my head!!" he shouts, "I hate rejection, you know that, and I was so scared you were gonna say no."

"Why in hell would you think I'd say no, Bill?" you murmur, "I lo-" You stop yourself, and shake your head.  

"Because the thought of hearing you say no kept sticking in my mind. I couldn't go through with it." He runs a hand though his hair, swears again, then turns back. "Anyway, we're over now. You think you can just run around to every party in LA until you find me, prance around in that little dress and watch me go nuts over you all over again?"

You shrug at him, watching his gaze for a few seconds. His chest is heaving. His blood is up, and he looks predatory, like he wants to grab you and take you as roughly as he possibly can without breaking you. Now that the two of you were right here, standing face to face, you already knew that you had won. 

"That's exactly what I think." 

He stares at you, licks his lips, and exhales sharply. "You're right," he mutters, and grabs your hair, pushing you back against the wall and shoving his lips into yours. You moan a little, and he slides a hand up your leg, lifting your dress.

"I'm all for freaky shit," you whisper, "But if we're gonna avoid a pretty racy headline here, we'd better do this in the bathroom."

He pulls away, looking absolutely feral, and picks you up, carrying you down the hall until you find a washroom. Grabbing the end stall, he locks it, then loses it again, mouthing up your neck.

"I fucking knew I'd have you desperate for it," you whisper, "Ahh..."

"Yeah, well I've been wanting to fuck you again since the day I left," he tells you, lifting you up again, "Your lips... your hands... god, your pussy is fucking magic." You wrap your legs behind him, and watch as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, the other one supporting you with ease. "God, I wanna get my fingers in there..."

You breathe in, biting your lip as he shoves your panties aside, burying three fingers deep inside of you because he knows you can take it like that. He continues to finger you until he lifts you up further, moving your dress up to just under your breasts and reaches into his pocket. He digs around and pulls out a condom, rolling it on. In a swift push, he buries himself inside of you, and you moan his name, hooking your legs behind him as he begins to fuck you against the wall.  

The thrusts are just as rough as you had expected, Bill taking out all of his anger from the past few months. "Don't stop," you breathe, and he shakes his head, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tug. So... he still remembers you love that. Well, you remember what he likes too.

Leaning down and out of the sloppy kiss, you sink your teeth into his shoulder, and he groans, thrusts increasing in pace and force as you pull away to admire the bruised skin.

"You're hot," you smile playfully.

"Yeah... ditto," he mutters, belt jangling every time he thrusts into you. You clench around his cock, and grab his ass, sending you both into a better position.

"Fuck me harder, Bill," you whine, "You're gonna make me cum..." He slams his palm against the wall for leverage, pounding into you.

"Shhhh, we're at a party full of really important people. Someone could leak this shit."

"Let them," you grin, and he gives you a look, before you bite his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth. You rock your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts, and he gasps, throwing his head back. "Fuck, love fucking your pussy... yeah, that's damn good..."

You cry out his name, and grind down hard as you cum. "OhhhgodBill-"

"Ahh, (y/n)," he cries, and pounds you both through your climaxes against the wall, the loud jangle of his belt getting quieter as he slows to a stop.  

"Fuck," he mutters, letting you slide back down. You fix your panties and your dress, and Bill cleans himself up, depositing the condom.

"See you inside," you say, and smirk at him. He swallows, and runs a hand through his hair.

"I've got a girlfriend."

"Yeah, I know," you say, "I met her." You saunter past him.

Back inside, you see Bill rejoin Nicolette, rubbing his swollen bottom lip and looking around. He tries to smile at her, and kisses her cheek. His eyes meet yours, and you look at him-- if he looks that guilty all night, she's gonna find out. You shake your head. He always was a shit liar. You turn to glance around-- your friend is on the other side of the room, making out with... geez, she wasn't lying about Ellen Page?

Suddenly, your phone goes off, and you put it to your ear.

"Hello?"

"(y/n)!" It's your manager, Joe.

"Joe, hi," you smile, going to the corner to finish catching your breath.

"I just got a call. They want you for a new TV show."

"Uh huh?" you murmur absently, "Which one?"

"Castle Rock."

You begin to smile, and you turn to look at Bill one more time from across the floor. "Well," you say into the phone, "Won't that be a good time?"

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[drunkfrogg]

want you back | calum hood

note: first 5sos piece, kinda sucks lmao

Calum had always told you how he felt. He'd always been honest with you; from the moment you met he'd told you how you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen, to the point when he ended things with you where he said he'd never get over you.

But that lie hurt.

They all did.

The late nights at the studio, the love songs he wrote for you, the girls he'd "never seen before". His friends told you to forget him, told you he'd already moved on. They said he was getting drunk all the time.

So you did too.

Every night you were with a different group of friends, drinking yourself to a state of euphoria with people you barely knew. Luke, one of Calum's best friends who was also one of yours, had told you to stop many times, saying it wasn't good for you. Of course it wasn't, you knew that. You also knew that was the only way for you to stop feeling heartbroken all the time.

Therefor naturally, you ignored his advice.

"We should totally get another round," one of your friends called over to your group, who were barely there, already stumbling and slurring.

Feeling too sober still, you followed her to the bar. You both flirted with the bartender as he made your drinks, giggling together as he gave you both a few shots on the house. After three shots to yourself, just like that, you were gone.

"You're... you're super cute," you friend leaned on the bar pointing at the bartender, slurring her words as she hiccuped a few times.

Giggling at her, you wrapped your arms around her in a hug. Far past drunk in your high heels, you stumbled into her, erupting into laughter as she barely caught you.

"(Y/N) go over to that guy," she pointed to a tall blonde guy behind you, grinning. "I dare you to make out with him!" She squealed as she gestured to him, her drink sloshing over the brim of her glass.

Not-so-subtly checking him out, you shook your head. "I can't," you shake your head at her as you smile giddily.

"You can and you are, here finish this," she handed you another glass off of the counter filled with either gin or vodka.

You hated both.

Slamming the glass back down, your nose scrunches up as the vodka runs down your throat.

"There you go! Now go, go!" She shoves you towards the guy.

Stumbling in your far too high heels, you smacked straight into him, almost knocking his glass out of his hand. He spun around with a glare, only to grin as he seen you. He raised a brow as you giggled at yourself, smiling lopsidedly at him as he steadied you with his one hand on your waist.

"You good?" He asked with a chuckle as you grinned widely at him, your teeth on full display between your painted lips.

Snapping into a more flirtatious persona, you bit your lip. "I am now that you're - hic - here," you hiccuped, raising your brows before chuckling at yourself.

He watched you with amusement, his hand resting on your hip as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "I'm Jake," he introduced himself as he took another sip of his drink, leaning closer to your ear as he spoke over the music.

"(Y/N)," you leaned up on your toes for him to hear you.

He smirked at you. "You're cute," he bit his lip as you leaned closer to him, hands pressing against his chest.

"Oh yeah?" You leaned up, lips brushing against his as your arms wrapped around his neck.

He set his glass onto the counter, his hands running down your sides before resting on your hips. He pulled you closer to him, his fingers squeezing your sides lightly. Pressing your lips to his, you ignore the aching feeling in your heart.

This wasn't Calum, but it would have to do.

You moved your lips against his, trying to lose yourself in the kiss like you used to with Calum. Your arms stayed around his neck, his hands inched a little lower, pressing you against him even more.

Against your lips, he breathed lightly. "You wanna get out of here?" He asked you, immediately kissing you again, harder.

Before you could answer, hands snake around your waist, yanking you backwards. If you hands had been held so tightly, you would have definitely crashed back onto the floor.

"How about no? And fuck off too."

Calum.

Jerking away from his grasp, you send him an icy glare.

"What are you doing here?" You snarled.

Locked on yours, his eyes appear glazed over, as though he's either been drinking or on the verge of tears. Either way, you didn't care.

"I'm so sorry," he took a step closer to you, reaching for you.

Flinching away, you sent him a side glalre. "Don't," you snapped. "don't touch me."

Watching closely, his shoulders slumped as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"(Y/N)," he reached again, only for Jake to step in front of you.

He looked down at Calum as he stood tall. "She doesn't want to talk to you." He blocked Calum, his voice low. "Leave the girl alone, buddy."

Calum's eyes darkened as he tilted his head, standing deadly still for a moment. Stepping right up to Jake, Calum squared off in front of the man. Jaw stuck forward, his eyes lit up with a fire you'd never seen before.

"Back up, buddy." He seethed.

Jake chuckled at him, turning his head to the side as he laughed. Before you could register what was happening , Jake swung his fist at Calum's jaw.

"Calum!" You shrieked, you hands clamped over your mouth.

He reached a hand up to his mouth, wiping blood from the side of his lip. He chuckled once, before planting his fist on Jake's. They landed multiple hits on each other, whilst you watched on in horror as you ex-boyfriend took a few hard hits.

Diving in, you grabbed his arm, pulling him back as he repeatedly hit the other guy. "Calum, stop it!" You pleaded, managing to push him back, as you drove him straight to the exit of the club.

Once you guided him by the arm outside of the dark building, you stoppped once you stood opposite him in the dark alley. Shoving his chest, you glared at him. He didn't stop you, he stood still and silent as you pushed him and pushed him, taking your anger out on him. Your shoves grew weak as you hit his chest half-heartedly, grunts turning to sobs.

Calum's arms enveloped your body as you weeped into his chest. He held you, quiet as day whilst you cried into him, spilling tears onto his t-shirt.

"You broke my heart," you wailed into his chest.

He sighed. "I know, I'm sorry," his words were choked, as though he was about to burst into tears.

"I trusted you," you words dropped flat, voice cracking. "I loved you."

His mouth opened in a gasp as you pull away from him, pacing back and forth with your shoulders slumped.

"I know, baby, I-" he tried.

"You don't get to call me that!" You exclaimed, gritting your teeth. Throwing your arms up in frustration, you cried out. "I gave you everything."

Calum tried his best to hold it together as he watched you fall apart. "It's okay, let it out," he encouraged you softly. "I deserve it."

Breathing in deeply, you dropped your head. "These last few months have been hell," you admitted with tears running down your cheeks.

Calum noticed, immediately a pang of guilt and hurt shot through his chest. He did this. He made you feel this pain. He hated himself for it.

Dropping to his knees, he let his tears leak from his eyes. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)." He sobbed into his hands. "I love you, I'm so sorry."

Watching the way he fell apart, your heart stung. He'd made you feel pain you'd never felt by leaving, he ruined you. But at the same time, he was your happiness. He was your good in the world.

"How could you do this to me?" You bawled freely, vision blurred with sorrow and tears.

Calum cried harder. "I didn't mean to. I didn't want to."

Slumping down on the ground besides him, you pulled your knees to you chest. "I can't believe you did this to me," your wailing set him off again.

Shakily, he slowly hooked his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Sliding your arms around him, you took comfort in his touch. His shoulders bounced up and down each time he sobbed.

Both of you stayed like this for a while. Completely vulnerable to each other. He'd never been so open to you, you could see just how troubled he was with what he had done.

After a while you'd stopped crying. He'd calmed down not so long after, too. Silently, you held each other. There wasn't a need for words.

All that mattered was the comfort you took in each other. The tranquillity that hung in the air was all you'd needed for the time apart you'd had.

It was peaceful.

Soothing.

"I want you to be happy," he murmured after a while.

You shook your head. "You make me happy," your words were faint, he'd barely caught them.

He sighed heavily. "I make you sad, too."

You could imagine the frown pulling his plump lips down. It saddened you.

Pulling back, you glanced down at you intertwined fingers. Feeling his skin on yours was all you'd wanted - craved, for months. He was everything.

Fingers untangling from his, they reached up before grazing his jaw. His eyes trained on your eyes; yours focused on his features, his lips. Staying still for a moment, you soon leaned forward slowly. Calum stayed completely still, not moving an inch. Noses touching, you leaned your forehead on his, his lips parted slightly as he waited for your next move.

His breath uneven, his chest rising and falling slowly. Lips pressing against his, it's soft and slow, kiss light and gentle. He allows you to set the pace, pressing his lips to yours in reciprocation. He's following you, melting into you.

Your lips pull back, foreheads still resting against the other's. Tilting your chin up, you move back to him, pressing your lips to his again. His hand trails up your arm, settling on your cheek. His hold is gentle, he's keeping you close though.

You're leaning into him, your lips pressing together only a little more. He's leaning into you more now, his other hand gently tangling into your hair, pulling you closer. You fingers are still on his jaw, keeping him close, while the other rests on his chest.

"I'm in love with you," he mumbles against your lips.

Pulling back, you lock eyes with him. "I'm in love with you, too."

His smile slowly pulls at his lips, his hand lowering to your side. "I'll be the man you fell in love with, if you'll give me another chance," his words are soft and quiet, almost as if he's afraid you'll reject him.

It takes you a while, a few too many moments.

"I need you," you murmur. "I need you back."

He smiles. "Same," he kisses your cheek. "Let's get out of this alley, your dress is going to be ruined." He stands up, before leaning down to offer you his hands.

Sliding your into his, he pulls you up, hands slipping down to your waist. He leans in, kissing you once more on your lips, slowly.

"We need to get you cleaned up, you're bleeding," your fingers trace his lips, nose and eyebrow, wiping the blood that's started flowing rather heavily.

He chuckles. "You always take care of me," he smiles adoringly down at you.

"I don't like seeing you hurt," you mumble shyly.

He hooks a finger under you chin. "I love you," he kisses you once more.

#5sos #5sos luke #5sos calum #5sos ashton #5sos michael #5 seconds of summer #5sauce

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The Last Jedi review, sorta

I don’t think I’ve talked enough (if at all) about what a huge Star Wars nerd I am on this blog, mostly because I didn’t love TFA as much as most people seemed to and I just never joined in the renewed fandom frenzy.

TL;DR on my views on TFA: It was fun enough, some interesting new characters, beautiful visuals, but I’d seen that movie before.  It came out in ‘77 and it was much better then.  Homage is one thing, rip off is completely another.  Mostly, I guess I was just disappointed that they didn’t dare to try and move the universe forward a bit, beyond the already trodden path.

Say what you will about the prequels, but I will always, always maintain there’s nothing wrong with them a better script and director couldn’t fix.  George tries, bless him, but he can’t write dialogue worth a damn.  Not even Meryl Streep could’ve made the line “So love has blinded you” any better than Natalie Portman did, and both she and Hayden have proven themselves to be much better actors than they were in Star Wars.  I’m not bothering with Ewan because he was one of the few really great things about the Prequels. 

That having been said, what George can do is weave a decent background story, and the Prequel Trilogy’s story is much, much richer than the OT’s.  Taking off our nostalgia-colored glasses for a moment, let us be honest: the OT was so successful because it did a very simple thing, and did it well, and had a cast with wonderful chemistry. The story itself is nothing to rave about: just your simple Evil Empire vs Plucky Rebels story.  But the Prequels actually got political and much darker than the OT did, they just did it clumsily.  Still, it was something new in the Star Wars universe and George always tried to expand the known worlds by giving us even small glimpses of other cultures and planets.  Don’t forget that Star Wars was never meant to be high-brow Science Fiction a la Philip Dick, but a space adventure.  This doesn’t mean that the story can’t have nuance, but the point of Star Wars was always to be a fairytale exploration of a fictional galaxy.

Compared to that, the new trilogy seemed extremely lacking to me.  And seeing The Last Jedi a few days ago really cemented that.  Never before have I seen so many things happening in one movie while nothing really happens at all.  It makes Attack of the Clones look interesting in comparison, and that’s saying a lot.  ALSO LUKE, WTF HAS THE MOUSE DONE TO MY SPACE SON, THE FUCKING GALL.

So yes, surprise-surprise, TLJ manages to rip off Empire (with a dash of Battlestar Galactica thrown in for good measure) and does so poorly.  It was not a terrible film by any means, but I honestly thought it was no better than Phantom Menace. And Phantom Menace had the Duel of Fates.  So. 

(okay, to be fair, TLJ didn’t have Jar Jar so that’s one point in its favor)

In a nutshell:

(cut for spoilers)

THE GOOD

- Poe.  Poe was good. Moar Poe, there was a serious lack of Poe in TFA and it has been rectified, this was a very good decision. 

- The silent scene.  Y’all know the one.  People in my theater literally gasped in unison.  I was bored outta my skull up until then and as soon as I realized what Holdo was about to do, I sat up, all ‘oshit’ and it was amazing.  Beautifully shot, beautifully clever, and the most badass hero death in the SW universe.  Only comes in second in terms of best scene in the movie because the other one involved a more established and beloved character.

- MY SON LUKE KICKING HIS NEPHEW’S ASS LIKE IT AIN’T NO BIG THANG.  In full disagreement over how shit went down between them in the past, but Luke showing Kylo who’s the most goddamn powerful Jedi in the galaxy (which Luke did canonically become in later years btw) was such a rewarding scene.  Also, he was dressed in black.  Like in ROTJ. Because fuck yeah.

- Rey’s parentage.  Most people probably hated that she’s not a Skywalker but I just... kinda loved the suggestion that she was the Force’s answer to Kylo?  It’s happened before with Anakin, so this isn’t exactly new, and Anakin, too, came from ‘nothing.’ I liked it.  She doesn’t have to have illustrious parentage to be important in the series, and as much as I love my Space Drama Queen clan, it’s time the universe moves on from the Kardashians of the galaxy.

- Luke’s death.  I don’t agree with 99% of what went down with Luke in this trilogy, I think it was deeply out of character, but his ending?  That was spot on.  Did I want more out of his storyline? Obviously, but examined in a vacuum, his ending was beautiful to me.  Especially that last scene.  Best scene in the movie from start to end.

- Yoda manipulating the goddamn heavens to rain thunder upon the ancient tree.  Ilu Yoda

- Leia and Holdo discussing Poe.  This was an A+++ short scene. Get it, ladies.

- Snoke is gone, thank the heavens.  Worst-named villain in movie history, I couldn’t stop laughing every time someone said SUPREME LEADER snoke.

- CRYSTAL FOXES OMG

- Luke getting his kicks in that boring-ass island via EXTREME ROD FISHING, lmao the nerd

THE MEH

- So, um... Kylo and Rey?  ....ew? (did they not think Finn and Rey were super cute or)

- So, um... Finn and Rose?  ....ookaaaay? (did they not see Poe biting down on his lip when he saw Finn in his jacket or)

- I don’t really care for ships in this trilogy tbh, whatever.  Guess I’m steering clear from attachment until I know who’s related to whom (THIS IS A DANGEROUS UNIVERSE TO SHIP IN OKAY).  Plus, not really feeling particularly strong toward any couple, just... not Kylo and Rey, ew.

- Rose.  I liked her, but... they hardly gave her anything to do.  That casino storyline was such a mess, made it seem like she was there just to be there.

- Finn’s storyline. Snoozefest.  I like him, but... see above.

- lol wtf happened to Chewie...? He was just... there?

THE BAD

- SPACE-WALKING LEIA.  I’M SORRY, OKAY, I know this scene will be big with many people, and lord knows I wanted to see Space Mom use the Force beyond that Spidey Sense shit, but this was just so dumb. 

- All the ‘humor.’ My god, just... no.  Not every scene needs to be steeped in Whedon-speak, please stahp.  I will admit the first scene got a chuckle out of me, but the rest...

- The ‘plot.’  This was literally an extended car chase scene in space with some Sense8 type shit thrown in. Rey hardly even did any training, ffs.  

- so the force-sensitive member of the trio goes on to be trained by a wise, isolated mentor and finds herself drawn to a place steeped in the dark side and ends up seeing only herself reflected in there, meanwhile the rest of the characters are involved in a chase across the galaxy, running away from the evil empire, and at some point decide to ask for help form a well-known swindler who betrays them and in the end everything seems bleak with just a tiny glimmer of hope. HMMMMMM. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. 

- quite frankly, I’m still in shock Rey finished the film with two fully biological arms

- O hei, look, it’s The Salty planet Hoth.  With pod-racing.

- Really? Rey blushing at shirtless Kylo? Really

- WHERE IS FORCE GHOST ANAKIN TO GO “BINCH I REDEEMED MYSELF IN THE END STOP THIS SHIT, ALSO I DID THIS FIRST AND I DID IT BETTER” TO HIS WANNABE GRANDSON

- The whole damn Casino storyline.  I don’t care if it’s meant to set up something for the last movie (probably not) but it was long, boring, and a clumsily written attempt at a storyline that could’ve been more nuanced and a good addition.

- why did we have to see Luke milk that alien Y

- NOT ONE DECENT LIGHTSABER FIGHT THE FUQ.  

- Leia (and Han in TFA) giving up on her son instead of beating some sense into his ass with a space slipper. Y’ALL KNOW SHE WOULD.  Baaaaad characterization. Space Mom would never.

- Also, fuck whoever decided that Leia, who canonically has the exact same force potential as Luke because they’re twins, never developed her powers beyond Force Sense or whatever.  If you’re not gonna give the woman a lightsaber, at least have her Force Push fools out of her way. 

- Wtf Rey you obliterated that nice alien’s cart and didn’t even apologize they work hard every day you should be ashamed

- why was it meant to be funny when porgs were slapped around wtf

- “what’s that canon?”  “Basically a small death star” kjashKLAFJSHSAJKDFSADFHSAK 

- Kylo. Can he just die, plz, the expanded universe did the Evil Solo son storyline so much better.  Yet another way in which this trilogy is totes an ~*homage*~  No shade on the actor though, he did a great job.  It’s just the violent manchild character I cannot stand.

- So like... we’re never gonna learn what Snoke’s deal was...? Or how he got to Kylo...? ....Okay then.

- This movie was 2 and a half hours long.

#star wars #the last jedi #tlj spoilers #I bet y'all wish George was still at the helm now #VINDICATION FOR THE PREQUELS AT LAST

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Earth Never Stops - Part 1 - Oreburgh Mines

Summary: Oreburgh Mine is Sinnoh’s only remaining source of coal and, as such, serves as its main source of electricity alongside Flowey Meadows’ countless wind turbines. It contains enough resources for years to come, but what may be more interesting to the casual tourist visiting the region is the presence of fossils in its rocks, waiting to be discovered between two coats of black ore. As such, it requires constant functioning and there has to be someone to manage the miners, right? Well, it works until the main gear fails: the foreman is, after all, only human.

Length: 2.5K words

Notes: Someone will have to smack my head into oblivion so I don't write that kind of shit ever again. I'm sorry for this, even if I know I'll probably continue to write it beyond reason. Let's hope this isn't the new Symphonie Cacophonie lmao The OCs are cameos of my PDV characters Luc Parillot (Luke) and Timothée "Tim" Ethan (Timothy).Huge thanks to Magnetism and their Auraverse, whose Roark's been an inspiration for my own interpretation of the character. http://archiveofourown.org/works/10698855 It's some good stuff so please check it out, it's worth a read much more than what you're about to read because it has more plot than, essentially, "mine sickfic".I have to expose some headcanons and stuff which count in this story: -I headcanon the Nurse Joy who appears in this as a "doctor" because she can also diagnose humans. Such a famous mine would have at least a bit of security, wouldn't it? -I know Machop is used for mining in the games, but I also added Geodude because it's literally a punching rock who can learn Rock Smash. -I don't know what a foreman does in a mine despite living in the north of France and having seen mine history here and there. Turns out having once visited a terril and Roubaix's La Piscine museum isn't enough to make you versatile in mining history and functioning. Hell, I even had to Google what a foreman was because I'm that terrible.Writing got me thinking: can you get OOC a character who doesn't have much dialogue in their original material?

AO3 version available here!

Oreburgh Mine is Sinnoh’s only remaining source of coal and, as such, serves as its main source of electricity alongside Flowey Meadows’ countless wind turbines. It contains enough resources for years to come, but what may be more interesting to the casual tourist visiting the region is the presence of fossils in its rocks, waiting to be discovered between two coats of black ore.

As such, it requires constant functioning and there has to be someone to manage the miners, right? The role goes to the foreman, who is always up. In any case, there’s a substitute, but he’s usually not in Oreburgh City since the foremen seems to have an iron health. Someone working in the mines would joke that their previous foreman eventually became Canalave City’s Iron-type Gym Leader.

The following and current foreman is the youngest they’ve had yet. Byron used to bring his son to the mine from time to time since the latter was a child, and some of the eldest miners remembered seeing a newly born Roark, twenty years before. It was like he was born with a pickaxe in his hands, and he was already excavating fossils when he was in elementary school. What was once a tease of Byron, “your son is gonna replace you before we know it”, became reality when the foreman left Oreburgh City for Canalave City, called by the League themselves to take care of its Gym after its previous Leader had retired.

Nobody was really surprised when the boy, the eighteen-year-old boy mind you, was picked by Byron as his successor. It was as if they had always been around Roark, and it had “only” been a bit more than a decade, but the transition felt natural. It didn’t mean he didn’t remain in the shadow his father, foreman for twenty years before him, to whom the miners were all attached, and some considered him their own father, in some way.

The foreman sub’s been missing for the twenty-fifth week in a row. “Where in the hell could he be?” isn’t a real question in the mines anymore: it’s more of a private joke. A question nobody really cares for the answer, and usually it’s replaced by the latest, funniest place to put in a conversation. Last time, it was someone’s ass. Maybe comedy isn’t their forte, but as long as it makes the other miners laugh, it’s all right.

Today, Luke is asking the question to Tim, who simply replies “In Canalave’s Gym, right where Former Boss lost to a ten-year old girl and her Gastrodon”. Tim then shots a look in their current foreman’s direction, only to notice he doesn’t even cringe at the teasing of his own dad.

“Boss,” Tim calls out, “you heard me? Your dad lost to a Gastrodon of everything. How ridiculous is that?”

“Oh, right,” the foreman responds with delay, “that’s right. Gastrodon. Canalave Gym.” He forces a snicker out of his mouth.

“How’s the Gym going?” Luke asks. It’s been ages since he’s taken a break in the Gym. Last time, he got to see a blonde-haired girl beat the Gym with a Turtwig and a Starmie of everything.

“It’s going… well I guess. I broke my latest lose streak yesterday…”

Luke and Tim look at each other. The former shots another look at Roark while the second one orders their Machops to work a bit on their own for now. Once they both thumb up each other, they get closer just so they can speak about stuff their foreman shouldn’t hear them talking about.

“There’s something wrong about the boss,” Luke tells him in a whisper. “He’s quieter than usual.”

“He may just be tired,” Tim replies, almost shrugging off Luke’s worried expression. “The boy’s also a Gym Leader and whatnot.”

“I could have sworn he was usually the first one to make jokes about how busy his life is. He doesn’t even bother with our jokes today!”

“Your dad instincts are playing again. This isn’t your daughter we’re speaking about, it’s the boss. Byron’s blood runs in his veins, he’s fine.”

Tim still looks at their foreman. His own face doesn’t seem as confident in his beliefs as before.

“On second thought, the boss looks a bit weird. He’s a bit slow too.”

“Right? The sub’s not here though, so he can’t entirely leave us without having another foreman to make sure it’s secure.”

“I don’t want to interrupt you on purpose, but I think he’s looking this way. Let’s go back to work and discuss that after lunch.”

While he mines, Tim stumbles upon what looks like a fossil, a weird one of that. He swears he has never seen such a fossil before, despite having worked there for twenty years. His scientist of a husband walks behind him.

“Mark,” he calls him out, “come check out that fossil. I don’t think I’ve seen one like that before.”

The scientist walks to the rock and examines it carefully with his gloves and glasses.

“It’s a Helix Fossil. They’re usually found in Kanto, but there are some in the Underground. It’s very rare to see such a big one in a mine.”

“What about we tell the boss? I’m sure he’s going to lost it in front of it!”

“I’ll let you get him then.”

That’s what Tim does. He goes the fastest he can to his foreman, who’s in another part altogether of the mine, probably making sure the Machops trained to dig alone do their job correctly and safely. He swears he can hear some pants and maybe some coughing echoing between the rocky walls. Finding him and his red hard hat isn’t difficult, and it doesn’t take long for the miner to join his “boss”.

“Boss, Boss, I found something incredible! Come check it out!” he screams in the mine, getting the attention of Pokémons around him.

“What is it…?” a weak voice replies to him, as the foreman turns towards him. His helmet isn’t put on correctly, which is weird for someone as cautious as him on security for everyone inside the mine.

“I found a very rare fossil according to Mark. I thought I should at least tell you so you can check it out later.”

“Works for me… Oh, if you’re here, can you check out on the other miners for me a bit? Tell them I’ll check up on them once I’m done here…”

“Sure thing, Boss.”

“Thank you…”

Tim finally gets what Luke meant earlier. He would ask him if he was alright, or something alike, but he has a job to do and the boss probably doesn’t like to be bothered with such questions. He’s probably just tired and focused on whatever he’s doing. He’s a bit hesitant to get to his previous working spot, but he still makes his way there.

Suddenly, he feels something grapping his pants. He looks at what could possibly be clutching his leg: a Geodude. Wait, this can’t be a wild Geodude, there isn’t any wild Pokémon left in that zone of the mine. The fluorescent band it has around its left arm immediately tells him it belongs to the boss. It seems to cry for help.

Tim lowers to the rock Pokémon’s level.

“What is it, big guy?” he asks it.

Geodude points to the back of this section of the mine with its other arm, its face void of its usual anger, replaced with worry. What can it possibly be worried for? This doesn’t reassure the miner at all.

“You want me to follow you there?”

The Rock-type Pokémon jumps around a bit as it lets go of his pants before starting to make his way to where they both come from. Tim decides to follow: there may be someone trapped under rocks that fell, or there may be an Aron they need to take care of.

He decides to run back there instead of walking, as he’s afraid someone got jeopardized. On the way there, he recognizes the specially-trained Machops looking a bit panicked, just like the Geodude he’s following. This doesn’t sit well within him: the only person he’s seen there for a while is Roark. If their foreman has found death between rocks, they’re pretty much fucked for the remaining century. They’ll probably all get fired too. He doesn’t realize he’s crossing fingers.

The Geodude, unfortunately, brings him where he spoke to his boss barely minutes ago. The lack of light, which he finds weird because it was lit just fine before, makes it so he has to turn on his own helmet’s headlight. He can hear the usual sound of pants, something entirely ordinary in itself, aside form the fact he’s never heard these pants in particular. This can’t be good at all.

The miner stops right in his track as the Geodude goes next to the person lying on the floor of the mine. This can’t be possible. He must be in some kind of weird dream, and he has to find a way to wake up. He still runs to the lying body, just like the Pokémon before him.

“Boss?!” he yells as he kneels next to the other man. “Hey, Boss, this isn’t time to sleep! You gotta wake up, this is a mine!”

Tim puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes it off in an attempt to wake the guy up, to no success. He just knows he’s alive: he can hear his breathing, which sounds ragged if not difficult.

“What the fuck do I do…?” Tim says to himself, truly wondering what he can do with an unconscious Roark, the latter’s pickaxe and excavation kit, a Geodude and five autonomous Machops around him. The pickaxe and the kit can wait, really. The Pokémons, a bit less. He just hopes the only idea he has will work…

His foot hits a lone Pokéball which rolls until he grabs it. He finds five of them near it, all marked with a special sticker representing the Coal Badge on them.

“Geodude, come back,” he says as he points the ball towards the Pokémon in question, successfully calling him back. He’s surprised that even worked.

“Guys, you too, come back,” he then says as he points each ball to the Machop group, once again ending in pure success. He puts away the balls in the bag near him before taking it and putting it over his shoulder.

It’s with a pained look and an ache in his heart that he takes his foreman in his arms. He feels incredibly light for a miner: it may be him who is pretty strong, or the boy being a lightweight when he’s unconscious, or just both at the same time. He’ll ask for the guys to get the pickaxe and kit later: for now, there’s something more urgent than recovering some mining tools, no matter how important they are to Roark.

It takes a bit of time, and Tim feels like he’s carrying a statue made out of glass when, clearly, he shouldn’t. He braces himself for everybody else’s reaction: he just hopes it’s not too bad, otherwise they’ll have issues, and nobody wants to cause a coal lack in the entire region, not to mention none of them want harm to their foreman for Arceus’s sake!

He gets to remember it’s noon and lunch time when he reaches his usual zone of work, which is next to the entrance, so not many people are around. The less, the better. However, the nearest infirmary-like area he knows of is already outside of the mines: he has to walk past everyone else to bring their boss where someone can say what exactly happened to him.

Luke spots him from the entrance and runs to him, his own face filled with anything but joy.

“What happened to him?!” he screams, eyes fixated on the carried one.

“I don’t know… I was telling him about the fossil discovery I had made, but as I left his Geodude grabbed my leg and made me follow it, and when I arrived he was already knocked out…” Tim replies. “We don’t have time to waste, I have to bring him somewhere.”

“Wait a second. I need to check something…”

Luke rises the foreman’s helmet a little and puts his naked hand first on his forehead, then on the other man’s one, before almost cringing in a hiss.

“That’s what I thought. He’s running one hell of a fever man.”

“A fever?! He’s been sick all that time?! Quick, we have to run to the infirmary! Inform the others please!”

“Roger that.”

Tim isn’t walking at the speed of a Dunsparce now: no, he’s fucking running for someone else’s life to their infirmary, hoping there’s their usual doctor there. He can trust Dr Taylor to be there, right? She’s always there for them, she’ll be there for Roark too. That’s one unusual case for them all, and he hopes his hardest it’ll be alright.

Honestly, he’s afraid shitless when he kicks the door to knock, his hands obviously unavailable to do so. The pink-haired woman opens the door and she looks like she’s going to scold the hell out of him for kicking the door.

“Hello, Timothy. Why makes you behave like a Growlithe all of a…” she starts to tell him before her voice comes to a halt.

As soon as she sees his face then lowers her eyes, her face takes a sharp turn.

“Oh goodness… Put him on the bed,” she reacts as her thumb points to the inside, “I’ll see what’s wrong.”

He executes her orders and, soon enough, they’re both in the room, looking over the third person in the bed. After taking off the red helmet, he lets her examine his boss, more anxious than he’s been in ages, as she silently works on him.

“What does he have, doctor?” Tim asks.

“It seems like exhaustion and overwork has caught to him,” she replies in a much calmer voice. “He should be all right as long as he rests for a few days.”

“But…”

“Before you say it,” Dr Joy replies in a sadder tone, “I know Mr Roark has a very busy life and probably can’t afford many break days, especially since the summer rush is about to start. However, I can’t let him work when he overworked himself to illness like this.”

“Then, what can we do?”

“We’ll have to see that as soon as possible. I’ll have to call the substitute foreman by myself to justify his suddenly needed presence… Please go take your break, Timothy. Just tell the other miners about the situation, will you?”

“Sure thing. See ya later, Dr Joy.”

“See you.”

Tim can’t shake the situation off his head as he walks to his friends and workmates, lost in thoughts, hoping someone finds a solution real fast unless they all want to get in some serious troubles. The less they see the director of Fuego Inc, the better, especially when Roark isn’t here to discuss the matter with his own boss.

He sits next to Mark and unpacks his lunch as he summarizes the situation, a work already started by Luke. The summery air of early June around them all feels heavy, all of a sudden.

#pokemon #pokemon diamond and pearl #sickfic #whump #oc #fever #roark (pokemon)