#not a lot of this fic has anything to do with the latest episode

[clone-whore-99]

Warmth

Gif by: @dreamswithghosts

Mayday x GN!Reader

18+, minors gtfo

Warnings: Smutty mcsmutterson, porn with plot, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), descriptions of injuries, ship crashes, blood, guns, medical care ig? LMK if I need to add something else! Beta read by: @nunanuggets

Summary: After crashing on a random ice planet, you need to find help before freezing to death

Authors Note: I have not been this passionate about writing in forever. It was so nice to have that spark back, to have the words flowing through me. Especially since this was supposed to be a small fic, and instead ended up being 5510 words. Yea, idk what happened either, but I hope you enjoy it!

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“Mayday! Mayday! Does anybody copy? Mayday, we’re going down!”

Nobody was answering. All the systems were glitching out, red light blinking through the smoke obscuring your vision. What a shitty way to wake up.

How did this even happen? It was an easy trip, one you had taken thousands of times before. Nothing could go wrong. So you decided to get some much needed rest, Arthur your R4 unit could pilot for a bit.

And then you awoke to every alarm going off, smoke filling your lungs and clouding your vision. You had no clue what could’ve hit you or caused this, you weren’t even really sure where on your trip you were.

“Arthur, get the smoke under control!” You shouted at your panicking droid, while you were working desperately to get a distress signal through and maybe, just maybe, get some help before you collided with a planet.

That was the only thing you knew for sure was going to happen in this mess. You were still falling, but that was the problem. You were falling. Meaning you were in some random planet's atmosphere and the smoke was keeping you from seeing how far from the ground you were.

And though Arthur did manage to get rid of enough smoke for you to see, it didn��t feel like it. All that you saw was blinding white and not even a second later, the predicted crash happened, knocking you off your feet and out of consciousness.

The first thing that registered in your mind, was how much breathing suddenly hurt. Not hurt as in possible-damage-to-the-chest, but hurt as in the air that was filling your lungs. The air stung and the more consciousness you gained, the more you realized it stung everywhere, not just your lungs.

Your mouth was dry and you struggled to open your eyes - it felt like they had been frozen shut. “Arthur?” You asked out into the darkness, as you willed your numb limbs to push you up towards a sitting position.

“Arthur!” You sounded, louder this time in the hopes of a response. A weak whimper came from the droid a couple meters away from you.

Rubbing the heel of your hands into your eyes, you finally managed to get them to open up. The first thing you saw was your own frozen, dried blood on the ground. Then the frost sneakingly taking over the ship, spreading from the damage and the corners towards you.

Arthur had been tipped over. His treads had been frozen in place, while he was trying to get back up, leaving him vulnerable and in a funny position. You reached out to help him up, but the cold metal burned your numb fingers at the touch.

Instead you opted to look for an emergency case, hoping it had something that could possibly warm you and your astromech. Every ship had to have one, though you were uncertain yours were up to date.

“What happened buddy?” You asked through clattering teeth, trying your hardest to not think about how cold you were. Moving was hard as your limbs ached and wanted to huddle together to keep warmth. 

Arthur beeped out an explanation and you shot him an accusatory look. “And you didn’t steer around it? C’mon, you’re a better pilot than that!” The droid made a sad sound and you shook your head at it. Accusing and apologizing didn’t do any good now, not if you wanted to survive.

You finally found the dusty emergency case and much to your own dismay, you were right. Most of the stuff in it was far out of date, rendering it useless. There was, however, a fire blanket and a few heating pads. You wrapped the blanket around you, the cooling side facing outwards and hoping that what you remembered from first aid was right.

Then you took two of the heating pads, activating them and placing them on each side of the droid. You only needed it to be warm enough to work properly and for you to touch it without getting hurt.

“Where exactly are we?”

Arthurs answer was anything but helpful and you shot him an exhausted look. “Yes, I can see it’s an ice planet, but does this ice planet have a name? And more importantly, is it civilized?”

Once again, Arthurs answer didn’t exactly spark enthusiasm in you. The warmth of the blanket was beginning to do its work, though it made you more aware of the damage you had sustained from the crash. Taking a quick glance around the ship, you let out a yielding sigh.

“As soon as you can, scan the planet.” You ordered the droid and finally made your way back up on your feet. Getting tired of your droid’s replies, you snapped at him: “Anything! Signs of civilizations, heat signals, electrical outputs, anything that might lead us off this planet!”

You pulled the droid up into a standing position, though the metal still was too cold to touch, leaving small patches of your skin when you ripped your hands away. Then you wandered deeper into the ship, leaving the droid to thaw and work alone.

Several minutes passed before you returned, now wearing a thick jacket to battle the cold. Through your many years of piloting, you had found it helpful to have some articles of clothing fit for different types of weather lying around. Thank the force for your foresight.

Arthur beeped excitedly at you when you returned. “How far again?” You asked him, wanting to be sure you heard correctly. When he repeated himself, you let out an exaggerated sigh. “How’s the weather looking? Any storms closing in?”

The droid searched for a bit, before happily reporting. You smiled. Finally some good news.

“Alright, I’ll head towards the outpost, you stay here and try to call for help.” Arthur beeped nervously at your plan, and though the droid was annoying you, he was still your travel companion and you hated seeing him like that.

“I’m not abandoning you, Arthur. But if this place freezes over, you have a higher chance of making it out than I do. I need you to do this for me.”

In one last attempt to stay together, Arthur made another protest. 

“Alright, here.” you gave the droid a comlink with a tracker on it, so even if he couldn’t reach you due to the environment interfering, he could still track you in case help arrived.

You grabbed the flare gun from the emergency case and your small blaster pistol just in case. And with that, you made your way out of the ship and into the cold environment. 

As the cold wind made its way under your jacket again, you regretted even more leaving your ship and the blanket. Though the jacket was made for keeping you warm during cold weather, it wasn’t made for this intensity. You tugged the collar a bit further up, wanting to warm the parts of your face the hood didn’t reach. Then you blew into the sleeves of the jacket, where your hands were hiding from the cold. Your breath didn’t do much to help, misting as soon as it left your lungs and turned into cold air in less than a second.

Though every part in your body begged you to turn around and return to your ship, you knew it was nothing but certain doom. The ship was beyond repair and upon the crash, the window cracked and the frost was threatening to break it any second.

This didn’t feel any less helpless though. You had been wandering for hours, darkness overtaking the sky and only stars and the moon lit your way towards hope. The only positive thing you could get from the cold, was that it was distracting and numbing your injuries from the crash.

It all felt so hopeless, that when a red light blinked through the darkness, you didn’t even dare to believe it was real.

It wasn’t until you were literally standing right in front of the sensor beacon, that a small ounce of hope returned to your body. You nearly started sobbing right then and there, if it weren’t out of fear that the tears would freeze your eyes.

The beacon looked about as broken down as you felt, but the blinking lights indicated it was still working. You gave it a careful kick, wanting it to alarm whoever was at the base about your approach.

If there were anybody at the base at all.

As you approached, the lack of light and sound from the singular building gave you a mixed feeling of disappointment and joy. Disappointment over the fact that you might not find any living people on the base, joy over the fact it was still intact.

Though the fear of being alone quickly subsided, when a fully armored man walked out with his gun pointed at you. “Hands where I can see them!” He barked and though your arms were begging to stay close to your body, you did as commanded.

Another man appeared behind you, the barrel of his gun resting between your shoulder blades. “If I were you, I would be very careful about my next move.” His voice was low and threatening and… Identical to other man’s. The darkness had made it hard to tell, but now you were certain they were clones.

“Please,” you begged through clattering teeth, struggling to keep your arms up in the cold air. “I mean no harm! My ship crashed and I can’t reach anyone over the communication system. I’ve been walking for hours, and…. I really can’t keep my arms up much longer.”

A fragment of a second of silence filled the air, before the clone in front of you turned around and walked back inside. The clone behind you pushed you lightly with his gun, signaling for you to start walking.

“You can put your arms down, just keep your hands where I can see them,” he said, his voice more comforting now.

Careful not to let your hands out of the clones’ sight, you followed the first man inside. The base was dark and filled with crates. In a corner sat a group of 3 men, huddled together around a heat generator. Only one of them had taken his helmet off, though a beard had taken its place in covering most of his face.

A sly smile peeked through the beard. “You look worse for wear,” he commented, his eyes glancing you over, before nodding at the man behind you to leave you be.

Once you no longer had a gun resting against your back, your arms shot up to wrap around you, in a futile attempt to regain some heat. “I feel like it too,” you shot back.

“Here,” the bearded clone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to the generator. “I’m Commander Mayday. Those two are Hexx and Veech and the one who guided you in is Crust. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied, too exhausted to really keep a conversation going. Though, you still thanked the men for taking you in and helping you regain some warmth.

“And what leads you to Barton-4, Y/N?” Mayday probed, not ready to let the conversation drop that easily. Not that you blamed him, you were still a stranger on a military base. These men were probably breaking tons of protocol taking you in like that.

“A crashed ship,” you replied humorously, turning your head slightly to look back at the clone.

Mayday suddenly got a very stern look on his face and his eyes narrowed slightly. He reached out for you and you instinctively leaned away, though quickly remembered your situation and let him reach you. 

With a light and careful touch, Mayday removed your hood and exposed your face. He took a sharp inhale through gritted teeth, then grabbed your chin and twisted your head so he could get a closer look.

“That’s a nasty cut you got there,” he finally spoke out loud, after having examined the side of your head in what felt like forever. “That needs some proper medical attention. Any other injuries I should be made aware of?”

You stared at the man with wide eyes and mouth agape, suddenly losing the ability to think under his touch and watchful gaze. “Erm… I, erm… I don’t know?” You finally managed to get out, though rather sheepishly. “I was knocked out during the crash and when I woke up, all I could feel was cold. I haven’t had any time to really examine myself for injuries.”

Mayday nodded, his look now way more serious than it was moments ago. “Alright. Hexx, prepare the medbay so I can have a look over a guest here.”

One of the clones jumped up at that order and disappeared behind some crates. Your cheeks would probably be burning hot by now, if it wasn’t for your body’s attempt at keeping its warmth centered. Something about being looked over by Mayday made you feel some things far from appropriate to the situation.

“There’s no need, really. I… I just need to call for help offworld, that’s all, I swear.”

“Nonsense!” Mayday waved his hand dismissively. “Might as well now that you’re here. Besides, I’m not entirely sure our communication device works anyways.”

“Either that or the Empire is actively ignoring us,” Crust explained, receiving a warning look from his commander in response. Perhaps letting strangers know back up won’t arrive if needed, wasn’t that great an idea.

A few minutes later Hexx returned with the news that the medbay was ready. Mayday grabbed your arm again - this time tighter than the last - and guided you through the crates. The medbay wasn’t as much a medbay, as it was a makeshift room filled with first aid medical equipment.

“It ain’t the best, but it does it’s job.” Mayday humbly admitted, finally letting go of your arm after closing the door behind him.

The room was far from what you would call a sterile environment, but it was more organized and clean than the rest of the base. A single light hung loose from the ceiling, casting long shadows over the whole room while fully illuminating the examination bed. Around it were a few heat lamps, so the patient wouldn’t freeze to death while getting patched up.

“Right, I’m gonna need you to take off that jacket.” Mayday was looking around in the room, gathering different tools he might need. You did notice how he kept a watchful eye on you while doing so.

Noticing your hesitation, Mayday turned to fully face you. “I’m not gonna do anything, if that’s what you’re scared of. But I can’t examine you for injuries over that jacket and you might be badly hurt without knowing.”

You opened the jacket, but didn’t fully take it off just yet. Instead you went towards the heat lamp and held a hand out to test the warmth.

“If you’re not taking it off, I will.” Mayday threatened in a playful yet serious manner, giving you one last chance to comply. Which you did.

You weren’t sure why you had suddenly gotten shy around this clone, but there was something about the way he carried himself, which made your stomach flutter and your mind wander to more… intimate places. Places that should be far from your reach, at a time like this.

“That should do,” the clones’ scruffy voice sounded, as he placed a tray of tools on the table nearby. You turned to face away from the examination bed and towards him, which made him grab your waist and help you up on the bed. A small, rather insignificant gesture, that made heat finally rise to your cheeks.

“Now, I’m not a medic, but I’ll do my best here, okay? So just relax.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if you got your medic to look at me?” You asked carefully, suddenly wanting any other clone to be this close to you.

Mayday laughed at this. “Probably. But he was killed during the last raid on base, so I’ll have to do.”

Raid? “Do you get raided often? Shouldn’t you have more soldiers here, then?”

“Yep,” Mayday replied nonchalantly, as he tilted your head to the side so he had easier access to your wound. “Reinforcements should’ve been here 22 rotations ago. Eventually the Empire gotta remember they got cargo waiting here. Question is whether or not we’re still alive at that point.”

You suddenly felt very small and hopeless. These poor men has been abandoned, waiting for 22 rotations in such harsh environments. Nobody deserved that kinda treatment.

“Well,” you began, carefully thinking out loud. “If Arthur manages to reach help offworld, then why don’t you come with us?”

“Arthur!?” Mayday asked, stepping back to look you over and assuring he heard right. It wasn’t until you saw the worried confusion on his face, that you realized he probably thought Arthur was another person.

“He’s a droid!” You quickly corrected and the look on the clone's face instantly relaxed. “An R4-G8 unit, to be precise. He’s back at the ship, trying to get in contact with help. If he succeeds, he’s gonna comm me. You can come along, if you want.”

Having gone back to clean your wound, Mayday sighed before deciding to change the subject of him deserting. “Where exactly is your ship, Y/N? It must be pretty far if you can’t even reach us from it.”

You glanced down at your now soaked shoes, the gun you brought along with you for security, still hiding in the rim against your leg. “About half a day's walk from here, I’d say. It doesn’t really matter though, it’s beyond repair and besides Arthur, doesn’t really carry much of value.”

The cleaning wipe made contact with the actual wound, causing you to cringe and Mayday to apologize. Though he also told you there wasn’t much he could do, since he needed to see how severe the wound actually was. Apparently you had bled so much, it was hard to tell where the actual cut was.

Silence filled the room between the two of you, as Mayday focused on causing as little discomfort as possible and you were doing your best to keep your groin from throbbing at the closeness and the scent of him.

After what felt like forever and yet not long enough, Mayday finally put down the wipe and spoke up: “Alright, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie to you. This next part is going to sting, a lot, but I need you to relax or it’s just going to get worse, understood?”

Nodding slowly and carefully, you stared wide eyed and terrified at the man in front of you. “You’re not exactly making it easy to relax, you know that, right?”

Mayday chuckled, a genuine chuckle, the kind that made your heart skip a beat and an unwilling smile cross your lips. “That’s not really my specialty, I’m afraid. If it helps, just close your eyes and focus on your breathing.”

You did as suggested, closing your eyes and focusing on your breathing. Only problem was that with every breath, Mayday's musky scent filled your senses, making you nearly lightheaded with arousal.

You shifted carefully in your seat, trying to keep your lustful reaction at bay, only to be told off by Mayday. “You’re tensing up, I need you to relax.” He tried to sound gentle, but it came out in an annoyed order.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying, really!” You panicked in response, something deeply rooted inside of you desperate to please this man at all costs.

Mayday grabbed your jaw to keep your head still, while continuing his work the best he could. “Talk to me, soldier. What’s going on, why are you suddenly so riled up?”

You let out a weak moan at his sudden forceful touch, which did the opposite of getting you to relax. “It doesn’t matter, it’s not important.” You dismissed, not wanting to admit your very primal, lustful reaction towards the clone.

“Humor me.”

“I’d really rather not.”

Mayday's hands landed on opposite sides of your thighs, as he leaned in closer to study you. You realized he was done working on your wound, too busy concentrating on not reacting to really notice the sting. You reached up to touch it, but your hand was grabbed and forcefully put down by your side again.

“Don’t touch it,” he said sternly, and it just now occurred to you he was suspicious of you. “What is it you’re hiding? What aren’t you telling me? Because if there’s ever been a time and place to start talking, I’d say this is it.”

How was it possible to be so terrified yet so aroused at the same time? You bit your lip thoughtfully, considering whether or not to tell the truth. With a quick glance down towards his groin and then back up to meet his eyes, you were hopeful the soldier picked up what you were hinting at. 

But when he looked down, all he saw was the gun hidden in your shoe. He grabbed it and threw it to the side in a swift motion. “Use your words.” He grunted through gritted teeth, which sent another wave of arousal down to the apex of your legs.

“It’s nothing, I swear,” you muttered, your voice barely a squeak at that point. Though you finally figured that no matter the outcome of you telling the truth, it couldn’t be worse than him thinking you were a spy or there to hurt you.

So, with eyes tightly closed and a grip onto the edge so hard it turned your knuckles white, you confessed out loud: “It’s just… I’m really turned on by you.”

Silence.

You barely dared to breathe, let alone open your eyes again. But your curiosity got the better of you and very carefully, you opened one eye.

Mayday was still leaning in close to you, his eyes studying you with an eyebrow raised questioningly. Though when he supposedly was satisfied with whatever he was looking for, he leaned back with a sly smirk. He ran his fingers confidently through his hair, as he seemingly considered the opportunity.

“Well,” he half chuckled, finally breaking the tense silence between the two of you. “I guess that’s one way to look you over and keep you warm at the same time.”

Removing his glove, Mayday held his hand out in front of you. “May I?” He asked and though you didn’t know what he was requesting, you still gave permission. Though you definitely weren’t expecting him to reach into your pants.

Maydays fingers sliding across your sex was a cold reminder about what was actually happening. Suddenly you weren’t sure if this was real or a hallucination caused by you lying dying in the snow. Either way, you didn’t really want it to stop.

Low, wanton moans escaped your lips, as your hips voluntarily leaned into the touch.

“You weren’t lying, you really are turned on by me,” Mayday sounded surprised, as if he were expecting otherwise. “Didn’t know I had that effect on people.” He removed his hand from your sex, much to your dismay, and licked off the arousal he had gathered.

“Guess you haven’t had a lot of chances to meet anyone to have that effect on,” you replied, pushing yourself towards the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you let me show you how hot you’re making me feel?”

As if reading your mind, Mayday let his thumb run across your lower lip, considering the options laid in front of him. His lips then made contact with yours, surprisingly soft compared to his rough exterior.

Your hands found home by his groin, rubbing the codpiece guarding it in the hopes the friction was somewhat stimulating for him.

Though the attempt didn’t last long, before Mayday removed your hands and pressed his groin against yours. He put your hands up on his shoulders, while his own found purpose by your hips, holding you in place.

With a slight tilt of his head, his tongue protruded his soft lips, wettening your cracked, damaged lips while indirectly asking for permission. You gladly allowed entrance and soon enough his tongue was dancing with yours.

If you thought the large, unkempt beard was going to be a problem, you’d’ve been sorely mistaken. On the contrary, it was creating extra friction and tickled in all the right places. Only minor issue was how hard it was to breathe through.

So as little as you wanted to, you needed to break the kiss before passing out. That didn’t stop Mayday though, as he moved down your neck and began sucking, kissing, licking and biting that. 

His hips began grinding against yours, causing your head to lull back as lewd noises escaped your lips.

One of your hands slid down his biceps, feeling the muscles work through the broken armor. Your other hand found purpose in his long hair, stroking it and pulling it if the biting got a bit too rough.

Something that Mayday undoubtedly found humor in, as his low chuckles sent pleasurable waves through your body. 

While one of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding you in place, the other traced a finger up and down your spine, pressing odd places and seemingly randomly searching your body.

You chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for possible fractures caused by the crash,” Mayday replied against your shoulder, before straightening up to look at you properly. “Don’t think you get out of the examination that easily, babe.” He said with a wink.

Your hand shot once again down to his codpiece, rubbing the cold plastoid protecting his jewels. “Why don’t you let me examine you for a change? Make sure everything still works.”

“All in dues time, sweetheart.” Mayday teased you, while grabbing your chin. But just as you thought he was about to kiss you again, his hands grabbed the edge of your shirt and pulled it off, exposing your upper body to the cold.

Removing his other glove, Mayday let his bare hands slither over your bare torso, thumbs flicking over your stiff nubs. His deep, brown eyes skimmed over your frame, admiring the detailed piece of art in front of him.

“Looks like you landed on your side when you crashed, but nothing appears broken.” He noted, his voice laced with wonder. He let one hand trace over the bruise covering the entire side of your body, outlining your bones and the pattern of your ship's floor. 

You smiled at his admiration over your body, hating to interrupt it, but even with heat lamps it was far too cold to be undressed like that. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but I’m starting to freeze my butt off again.”

Reaching over to grab your shirt, Mayday caught your hands and pinned them to your side again. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” He assured you, before pushing you to lie down while leaning over you.

Maydays lips began tracing over your upper body, making their way towards your hardened nipple and began teasingly biting and sucking it.

In response, your hips buckled up and began grinding desperately for attention. Mayday's hand found home on your hips again, holding them down. “Easy soldier,” he said half jokingly.

Though he did seem to get the hint and began unbuttoning your pants, while his lips began traveling downwards, beard tickling along the way.

He finally pulled your pants down, exposing your glistening sex to the cold environment as well. “Beautiful,” he muttered, before ducking under and reappearing between your thighs. 

Surpassing your sex, Mayday paused shortly to give it a kiss and lick all the way up, causing you to fall back with your back arching and a dirty moan.

As he straightened to stand upright, you could hear the ‘clank’ of plastoid hitting the hard, metal floor.

You looked up to see his beard slightly glistening in the light, as he looked down and spat on his own cock. Stroking it a bit to spread the spit evenly, Mayday finally lined his member up with your entrance. 

He shot you a teasing look. “Ready?”

“Oh fuck yea, please just fuck me already!” You begged.

With your permission, Mayday began his intrusion, slowly pushing himself in and stretching you in the most wonderful way.

You, however, weren’t ready for how much of a stretch it was going to be. Every inch filled you so wonderfully, it felt like your brain was going to short circuit.

“There we go, nice and slowly,” Mayday cooed at you, when he was about halfway inside. Assuring the stretch wasn’t going to be too much of a burden on your body, he eased it with caresses, kisses and compliments so sweet, they could be desserts. 

When Mayday was fully hilted inside of you, he leaned over and planted a celebratory kiss on your lips, before resting his forehead against yours. He didn’t move yet, allowing you to adjust to his size.

You wrapped your arms around the soldier's neck, with one hand lightly tussling his hair. “You’re bigger than I thought,” you breathily whispered, as you moved your hips to show you were ready. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Mayday smirked at your comment and planted another kiss on your lips, while slowly dragging out till just the tip, before ruthlessly clashing his hips back against yours again.

Your back arched again in response, head lulling back with a moan so loud it might cause an avalanche. 

Mayday used this opportunity to slide an arm around your waist, keeping you in place when he slammed against you. The hand caressing your hip moved on to under your thigh, creating more room for him to work in.

“Seems like your reflexes also survived the crash.” Mayday joked through heavy breaths.

You rolled your eyes in response. “Quit playing doctor already,” you replied, teasingly pulling his hair as punishment.

Eventually he began picking up the pace, doing so without compromising the rigor of his motion.

You were hardly keeping it together, hands tightly gripping onto his hair and armor, desperately attempting to ground yourself. Loud moans were filling the room, undoubtedly alerting the other soldiers to what was happening.

“Kriff, May…” You moaned, closing your eyes and trying to refrain yourself from the ever-rising peak you were reaching. You didn’t want to reach it too soon, wanting nothing more but for this moment to last forever.

“I know,” Mayday whispered, not nearly as out of breath as you. “I’m close too. Where do you want me to…?” 

“Inside!” You moaned, the edge rapidly closing in and threatening to tip you over.

After a couple ruthless thrust more, Mayday kissed your cheek so gently it completely contrasted everything else. “Go ahead, cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, before biting its shell.

That was all you needed to tip over the edge, reaching an orgasm unlike any other you’d ever experienced. Your whole body tensed, holding him so close you nearly became one. Mayday was forced to kiss you, as your moans were reaching a volume they nearly became screams. 

You came harder than you thought possible, your juices spilling over the both of you. Seemingly that was Maydays undoing, as his body tensed up as well and you felt hot ropes filling up your insides.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, coming down from your highs and breathing in each other. You winced at the loss of contact when Mayday pulled out, and the cold air of the base stung to your sweat and cum covered skin.

Mayday returned shortly, wiping his softened cock with a hot towel.

You pouted. “I wanted to suck that.”

“Another time, maybe.” Mayday kissed your temple, while beginning to wipe down your body with the hot towel and help you get dressed again. “Afterall, you know where I live.”

While getting dressed, your comlink went off. It was Arthur, having made contact with a rescue team, which was on their way.

Suddenly you regretted having left the ship, not wanting to wander in the cold once again.

As if reading your mind, Mayday placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and said: “We have a speeder. If you want, I’ll have Crust take you back to your ship.” 

You looked at the commander with pleading eyes. “You’re not coming with me? It’d be a ticket off the snowball and we could have some more examinations whenever you want.”

Mayday shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry, this is where I belong. The Empire may have its flaws, but I still have a duty towards it and I’m not one for desertion.” 

“Shame,” you said, then grabbed his hand and placed your comlink in it. “If you ever change your mind or just want some warmth, you can reach me on this.”

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Hey :) I Hope this isn’t too late but I have a fic proposal.

Clones should have a lot of scars and propbably some insecurities, considering that to most people they meet they are ‚just clones‘. I was thinking about a female reader worshipping either Hunter’s or Wolffes/Echoes (I love my grumpy men) body. I think it is a cute idea to make them feel appreciated and loved. It can be NSFW or SFW, whatever mood you’re in.

I also have seen the prompts „i'm not scared of anything except losing you“ and  „ I am truly and unconditionally in love with you“ . They don’t have to be included tho

Congrats on 4k followers! You deserve it so much Honey

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4000 Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

SFW

word count: 937 words

prompts:

“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”

“I am truly and unconditionally in love with you.”

warnings: Angst and fluff, cuddling, talks of war and scars, light angst, female reader, established relationship, comfort, shirtless Wolffe, Spoilers for the latest episodes (6&7).

authors note: well seeing as we saw Wolffe so recently it’s only fair I pick this request. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy anon 🤍

You awaken to the subtle shift of your bed dipping, drawing you from the haze of dreams. A gentle breeze hints at an open balcony, likely your Commander's doing.

You shift, eyes flicking to the chrono on your bedside table that reads the early hours of the morning before rolling onto you right, facing him.

He’s silent, usual. Shirtless, also a common sight, yet his shoulders bear an unusual weight. "Darling," your voice rasps with sleep, "is everything alright?"

He remains silent, a restless energy vibrating through him as his knee bounces with an unspoken tension. As your hand finds its place on the center of his bare back, a calming touch, his movements still, tension melting away.

"I saw Rex today," he finally speaks, the words carrying a weight you hadn't anticipated.

Your eyes widen, and you sit up abruptly. "Rex? I thought he died in a crash!" The unexpected revelation catches you off guard.

When things took a turn for a worse, you were discarded by this new ‘Empire’ yet Wolffe remained. Your relationship was a secret of course and things had been hard for the both of you. You didn’t agree with these new terms and what Wolffe was doing yet he felt obliged to do his duty. To be a good soldier.

Yet, at nights like this where he would sneak into your home when he should be in his own barracks, you always felt the heavy burden of whatever it was weighing on him.

"So did I... but there he was," he sighs, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his cybernetic eye and scar. "A deserter, harboring a target the Empire seeks."

Your heartbeat quickens, anxiety gripping your thoughts. "You didn't harm him, did you?"

"No," he responds, a low rumble. "I let him go."

In a hushed tone, you respond, "Oh, well that’s a relief,” as you shift onto your knees directly behind him, offering a supportive presence.

Anticipating a bitter retort, you're surprised when he merely sighs, his head bowing as he falls into a contemplative silence.

Observing his stillness, your eyes trace a new wound on his back, joining the collection of scars. "How did this happen?" you inquire softly, your finger gently tracing the red mark destined to become another scar over time.

"Who knows? Falling from a cliff, getting shot by a civilian, crushed by rocks," he grumbles dismissively.

Moving closer, you delicately wrap your arms around his front, resting your cheek against his back. "Are you in pain?" you inquire, concern lacing your words.

He shakes his head, his hands finding yours to convey appreciation for the comfort. Though not one to seek coddling, the weight of the day has left him in need of solace. "No."

In a moment of necessary silence, a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "Does it uh... look bad?" he hesitates, seeking reassurance.

"The wound?" you clarify.

He nods.

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Wolffe," you interject firmly, gently squeezing his hands, "you know I wouldn't lie to you. We've discussed this. I promise it doesn't look bad."

His jaw tightens, a brief struggle visible on his face, but then he relaxes, allowing your words to penetrate. The scar on his face, a constant reminder, had often made him feel exposed and unattractive. Yet, your consistent reassurances that you saw him differently provided a balm for his insecurities.

“Each scar tells a story, a battle won,” you whisper, kissing his new wound as well as the small scars that littered the rest of his back and what you could see, “a battle lost…” He closes his eyes, knowing what scar you were referring to but allows you to continue. “You’re handsome. Nothing will ever change that or how I love you.”

He bites on the inside of his cheek, his face warming up by the softness of your lips against his skin in the moonlight and your sweet words that had him hooked from the start.

"Are you scared?" you suddenly inquire, and he turns his head, prompting you to move back while still maintaining the embrace. "That they'll find out you let the target get away?"

"I'm not scared of anything," he asserts with stern resolve, but a softness overtakes his expression. "Except losing you."

You offer a soft smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Sweet, but I'm serious. Are you not concerned?"

His brow furrows, a hint of reluctance coloring his response. "I won't lie and say I'm not apprehensive. Kark, it wouldn't surprise me if they're already looking for me to reprimand. Or worse."

A twist of unease settles in your stomach, his words weighing heavily on your mind. Tears glisten in your eyes, and he realises his misstep. Without hesitation, he shifts to fully face you, reclining on the bed with his back against the headboard, pulling you close to his chest. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm sorry for waking you."

You roll your eyes at his attempt to deflect the gravity of the situation, but decide to take comfort in his presence for now.

As the soft sound of your snores fills the room, he finds solace in your embrace. He strokes your hair tenderly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you succumb to sleep. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, a sentiment he wouldn't express while you're awake, not one for overt displays of affection.

Before slipping away into the night, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am truly and unconditionally in love with you."

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Fellowship of Fans have released their take on The One Ring Net's article last week about those major "Rings of Power" season 2 leaks. Was curious if they would and glad they did as it's interesting to hear what FOF has heard too. They actually confirmed some of these they have also heard and they've also debunked a few too, but there are a few they don't know about so could be possible as the show did keep a few things secret for s1. Again we won't know if any of these are true, including what FOF has said, till s2 finally airs later this year. But will say they also included more about Charlie Vickers' screen time in s2 and it's good news as I know some of us were worried about it, and they're suggesting something we wanted to happen actually is. I'll break down their take between what they've also heard and what they've debunked and/or haven't heard at all.

ETA April 2024: A lot of these spoilers have been confirmed as false now including some that were leaked on purpose from Amazon to catch the leakers.

Confirmed:

The first major thing is it is possible Amazon got the ok from the Tolkien estate to use some of "The Silmarillion" to explain Sauron's backstory. This likely is mostly the use of names like Mairon, Mirthrander for Gandalf, Melkor/Morgoth, and show the Valar and Maiar.

There are flashbacks telling Sauron/Mairon's story but they haven't heard anything about what this leak said with the details. Possible the Valar and Maiar are shown on-screen in the opening, similar to Galadriel's opening in s1.

Sauron is in every episode.

Charlie Vickers filmed almost all the flashbacks and FOF seems to suggest that the Halbrand form is the human-like form of Mairon. Like above we might see what Mairon actually looked like fully as Maiar and Charlie is playing him. There likely is a flashback to his time with Adar, as Adar know Gavi Singh Chera's version, that Charlie won't be in but sounds like Gavi is mostly being used only as the Annatar version.

The 3rd actor playing Sauron very well could be Calam Lynch. They have also heard that Sauron will pretend to be Celeborn when he goes back to Eregion too, as well as shifting into Annatar when needed, but will pretend to be Galadriel's husband. They haven't posted this scoop though yet as they were waiting to get more confirmation but it is possible this is correct.

Is possible The Stranger being Gandalf/Mithrander will be revealed in the flashbacks with Charlie's Mairon/Sauron.

Sauron does use his connection to Aule to convince the dwarves to his side.

Tom Bombadil and Goldberry likely will appear.

The One Ring likely is getting made in the finale and Galadriel might make a huge choice for the cliffhanger for s3.

Debunked:

There are no bottle episodes.

Shadowfax will not appear.

Amelia Kenworthy is not playing Celebrian and there is no evil Celebrian, but Amelia's unnamed character is a villain.

That thing about the same actors playing Morgoth and Ungoliant playing Tom Bombadil and Goldberry is false, and they are not the same characters.

While the Valar and Maiar might be shown in the s2 premiere it's not what this leak described.

Things they haven't heard at all:

That Sauron has a son. That was the first time they ever heard this and they think it's false. However they aren't ruling out anything as again s1 did have leaks come out this exact same way and like they said TORT has the right to post these if they want. Will point out too TORT has doubled down on all these leaks, including this one about Sauron's son and that Adar killed him. I posted my other posts how this makes sense and I kind of do want this to happen, so if it doesn't I might write a fic about it as it weirdly works. LOL

So again we'll know for sure once season 2 airs which of these leaks/scoops were true. But again I'm really happy that it seems like Charlie is playing Mairon after all as so many of us thought he should.

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First Lady Please

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: I didn't forget about this request lol

Synopsis: First Lady and her husband Jack Harlow are the latest celebrities to be interviewed by Yung Miami

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a lot of you lol

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It was the middle of the CHTKMY tour and of course your husband begged for you to come along with him for at least a few weeks before yours started.

As expected, you said yes and he has barely let you out of his sight since. However, one night you got to sneak away and spend time with Caresha and JT when Caresha brought up wanting to have you on her new show to interview you. Because the two of you were close, it wouldn’t seem like an interview, but two friends catching up on what had been going on in each other’s lives.

Jack didn’t have a show tonight, so Caresha thought it would be the perfect day to film it. You were currently getting ready and finishing up your hair when you heard Jack behind you.

“Mamasssss!”

“Yes?”

“How long are you going to be? This is my off day and I can’t even spend it with my wife.” You didn’t have to even look at him to know that he was pouting something serious. 

“It is not going to take that long so stop being dramatic. Besides, you can come too if that will make you feel better.”

“What will make me feel better is giving you my undivided attention in this bed, but I digress.”

“Jackman, get it together. We have plenty of time for that later.”

“No we don’t because I have to go to sleep early by wifey’s orders or I’m going to get yelled at.”

“Let’s see. Sex or sleep? We know which one you’re choosing so don’t even lie. I do recall you saying the other day that you would be able to get up on time when in fact you didn’t. I had to set four alarms for you and you still got up late. I woke you up and you proceeded to say that you were going to start getting ready. I come back to see that you fell back asleep.”

“I wanted to drown in my wife’s pussy instead, but you just left me to fend for myself to go with Dani.”

“Bye, smush. I was only gone for thirty minutes.”

“What? What I say?”

“If you’re coming with me, you need to get dressed now. We’re meeting in like thirty minutes.”

“I’m already dressed! I just have to put on my shoes.”

You turned around and were eyeing your husband who was shirtless, had one sock on, along with his boxers. And you were thoroughly confused. 

“Jack, baby….”

“Huh?”

“First off you cannot be serious and second, where the hell is your other sock?!”

Jack simply shrugged before getting up and going to his suitcase to pull out something to wear.

“Actually, babe, you just go take a shower and I’ll pick out your outfit.” You said while going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He leaned down to give you several kisses which immediately had you smiling up at him. 

“Don’t put me in anything that’s going to make me look like a man whore.” You did a double take to look at him and you simply shook your head as you slipped on your shoes.

“Imma kick your ass. Shut up and get in the shower!”

You were now sitting across from Caresha and the two of you were about to start while Jack, Dani, Brandi, and Urban were of course standing off to the side. 

“Y/N, why do you look nervous? It’s me and we talk all the time!”

“I know! And I don’t know why!”

“It’ll be fine, let’s do this.”

“Welcome to another episode of Caresha Please and this one is very special because I got the one and only first lady of Private Garden, Y/N Harlow with me today!”

“Thank you for having me and I am extremely nervous.”

“Don’t be! I mean my questions are a little bit out there sometimes, but all I have to do is slide in some questions about your husband and you’ll be fine.”

“Stop it before I turn red!” You exclaimed while laughing and trying to hide your face.

“You know what? Jack, come over here and join us.”

The producers were about to bring another chair to place next to you, but Jack quickly waved them off. Instead he picked you up and you were now sitting in his lap and he kissed your cheek.

“Okay! Matching outfits! I see yall! This is one of my favorite couples in the entire universe, not even going to lie. Okay, so I want to start off by saying that I love the fact that you two are so transparent and honest with your relationship because you obviously don’t have to be. But what makes you two want to share it with the world?”

You looked over at Jack for him to answer.

“I think it’s because we want to show that you can be young, in love, and have a successful marriage. When people found out that we were married and what age we did it, they couldn’t understand why. My thing is that, you don’t need to understand. The only thing that anyone needs to know is that I knew when we first met that she was my wife so why am I going to sit around and wait? Best decision I ever made.”

“And how did you know she was the one?”

“I know this is about to sound like some fairytale shit, but when people say love at first sight is a thing, believe them. I was fourteen and haven’t looked another girl’s way since. Being attracted to her not just physically, but I fell in love with every part of her. And all of the parts that make her unique. I first told her I loved her when I was seventeen and I remember that I would always come to get her after third period. One day, she goes missing, I can’t find her. So of course I’m losing my shit, come to find out she went home early. Long story short, I immediately left to go and check on her and when I saw that she was okay, something in me realized that the feeling of panic that I had over the thought of losing her, I never wanted to feel again. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I didn’t have her in my life. That moment solidified it.”

“Aww, your wife is turning red again and her eyes are watering.” Caresha said and you laughed before she went into her next question.

“Can’t even put into words how much I love him and how special he is to me. When I saw those freckles, blue eyes, and curly hair, your girl was sold.”

“She turns red when we talk about something else too.”

“JACKMAN, DO NOT START!”

“No, let’s start, let’s get into it. We know that you two do not shy away from showing how much the two of you love each other so these questions are about to get a little raunchy, but then we’ll discuss music careers and all that too.”

“Let’s go for it.”

“Are the two of you a part of the mile high club?”

You immediately looked down as Jack was trying to stifle a laugh.

“I take that as a yes. And I will add that I’m not surprised.” Caresha said before laughing at the scene in front of her.

“Okay, so it was on our way to Australia, everyone was asleep or we assumed that everyone was asleep.”

“I WAS AWAKE!”

“SHUT UP URBY!”

“Anyway, because Jack is so tall, it was a little difficult, but hey I’d do it again.”

“Okay Y/N, does Jack really hold up to his nickname, Missionary Jack?”

“Yes, most definitely.”

“But, that’s not your favorite position is it?”

“No, riding him like a rodeo all day is my go to.”

“Okay, well damn, Mrs. Harlow.”

“Completely at my mercy and I’m in control, what I say goes.”

“I just let her think that, but she already knows who’s really in control.” All you did was roll your eyes. 

“Okay, so, has he really fucked the earrings off of you?” Both you and Jack busted out laughing and you went to hide in Jack’s chest but not before nodding your head yes.

“Oh, so the lyrics are true?!”

“I wear a lot of hoop earrings, so I have lost a few in our um extracurricular activities.”

“Because I’m nosey and I stalked both of your instagram pages for this one, but I wanted to hear it from the two of you. First lady, spit or swallow?”

“A lady finishes her food is all I’m going to say.”

“DAMN MAMA, OKAY! I AGREE! Oh and something else, how do you feel in terms of spitting? Do you like to give or receive?”

“All down my throat, baby. I’m ready.”

“Damn, Jack you be putting it down LIKE THAT?”

“I have to satisfy my wife and I’m getting more selfless by the day, she gets taken care of first and then the rest can come after.”

“I see what you did there.” You said while winking at him and he gave you a small smirk. 

“I’ve heard that you and Jack’s best friend, who I also learned was yours too, are very close. Anything happening over there?”

“Happening like what?”

“Don’t even try it, you two.”

“Me and my friend, just like twins, same nutsack, and the same dick head.” You said reciting Jack’s lyrics while Urban was in the corner smirking. 

“I KNEW IT! Now, is Urban allowed to be with her when you aren’t around?”

“NO, I’M NOT TRYING TO DIE!” Urban exclaimed and the three of you looked over at him.

“He knows how protective I am over her, so no.”

“Okay has anyone in PG gotten jealous because of you inviting Urban into the bedroom with the two of you?”

“As far as I know, I don’t think so. They actually have never said but they get annoyed when we talk about our sex adventures so they probably want to sit this one out?”

“Okay, how many times have you gotten noise complaints at hotels?”

“We got one this morning. I told her to keep quiet, but NOPE.”

“Not my fault. I didn’t ask you to make me cum seven times this morning in the shower.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining and it would have been more if you didn’t have to leave with Brandi.”

“Seven times?!”

“I lost count after three.”

“And apparently, I have now learned that Urban or Neelam calls the front desk for the hotel staff to tell us because they know if it’s coming from them, we won’t listen.”

“Jack, have you ever dropped her during shower sex?”

“No, but I came close when we were on our festival run. She wouldn’t let me live it down for two weeks.”

“Your wife was in danger.”

“I CAUGHT YOU!”

“BARELY!”

“What is the craziest place that you two have had sex?”

“Oh shit… there’s a lot.” 

“Too many to name.”

“Just pick one.”

“Okay, on the hood of my car in Cherokee Park.”

“Oh, forgot about that one.”

“What were you going to say?”

“At my cousin’s wedding, and I am NOT going to say which cousin it was.”

“Oh shit, that was wild. Sweated out your hair and everything.”

“At least no one was looking for us and we slipped out the back.”

“Okay Y/N, the highest number of orgasms Jack has given you in one night?”

All Jack was doing behind you was smirking because he already knew the answer.

“It was after the VMA’s, and…..”

“And what girl?! SPILL IT!” Caresha exclaimed while looking at you.

“Yall are about to say this is impossible, but I lost count at sixteen.”

“SIXTEEN?! SIX FUCKING TEEN?! WAIT, YOU LOST COUNT, BUT IT WAS MORE?!”

“It was 21. And I cannot wait to do that to her again, I’m going for 25.” 

“How in the world are you not pregnant yet? And that leads into my next question, are we expanding our family with fur babies or human babies?”

“I have been banned from buying any more pets, so I guess they have to be human and have Jack’s big head.”

“First of all, outta pocket, and second baby, we have twelve pets. TWELVE.”

“You can never have enough pets.”

“Now, Y/N, does Jack like to use toys on you or just himself to pleasure you?”

“Oh, I’m answering this because she has a surprise waiting for her when we get done.”

You turned around to look at him with wide eyes and all he did was wiggle his eyebrows and smirk.

“Can’t take your horny ass anywhere. 

“Now what is going on with you two and Dua Lipa?”

“Simple, she wants to steal my wife.” You immediately rolled your eyes and Caresha laughed. 

“But don’t you have a song with her name as the title?”

“That’s actually Y/N’s song because she wrote it. She switched up a few lyrics then wanted me to put it on my album. That girl terrorizes the absolute FUCK outta me. She’s been after my wife ever since. I wish she would have kept the song for herself, but it might have been worse if she did.”

“Stop being dramatic, smush.”

“BABY! TELL ME SHE DOESN’T HAVE ME FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE ON A DAILY BASIS?!”

“I plead the fifth.”

“EXACTLY!”

“And Y/N, why didn’t you accept the wedding proposal from your favorite Harlow child which happens to be Jack’s little brother Clay?”

“Now…. I know good and got damn well…..” Jack started to say and look at Caresha in disbelief. 

“Clay will always be my little baby! He can do no wrong in my eyes. I guess because Jack saw me first.”

“YOU GUESS? WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!”

“I love you pookie.”

“Mm hmm, sure.”

“Now, Jack, would you let Dua get one night with the first lady?”

“She can kiss my ass. NO CHANCE IN HELL! She knows she has to stay six feet away from her at all times.”

“Watch her text me after this airs.”

All Jack did was glare at you and you stifled a laugh. 

“And this is a little out there, and it was one question that a fan sent in, but…. Jack, would you ever consider a threesome with Clay and your wife?”

“Caresha, do you want me to go to jail? We have an entire tour to finish.”

“Okay, that answers that. Jack, do you eat the booty like groceries? From my investigation, I know Urban does.”

“Since when am I a part of this interview?!” You heard Urban from the side of you and you simply shook your head. 

“Nothing is off limits when it comes to my wife, whatever she wants. Like I said before, getting more selfless by the day when it comes to her.”

“Now, Y/N, I know Jack is 6’3, however, he’s really just a soft baby isn’t he?”

“HEY!”

“The softest! Like my big teddy bear. He can’t function without me. Little spoon energy.

”This is throwing off my alpha male persona. BUT, I agree. Just don’t tell the rest of PG.”

“PLEASE, they already know how much of a simp you are.”

Jack simply shrugged. 

“Favorite physical feature of each other?”

“His beard, love playing in it and how it feels on my thighs while he’s in between them. Oh and his curly hair! I still remember when we discovered he had gray hair. He was in complete shambles for like a month.”

“I WAS 20! I DESERVED TO HAVE MY TIME TO GRIEVE!”

“Grieve for what smush?”

“My youth being gone.”

“Bye, Jackman.”

“I like how this is funny to you.”

“It’s not, baby, you’re just dramatic.”

“LOOK WHO’S TALKING!”

“Whewww, yall not holding back today. Okay, Jack? Favorite feature of your wife?”

“Like a blade of grass wants sunlight, I just want that ass. But I love her eyes.”

“Your dumbass would throw that in there.”

“Jack, what is your favorite non-sexual thing your wife does?”

“Her ability to take charge of a situation. Shit gets me every time. She doesn’t take any shit from anyone, including me.”

“You got damn right. You better not stick a curl out of line.”

“Okay, moving on to our careers in music. It’s no secret that Y/N has written a lot of songs for you Jack, but Y/N what is your favorite one you’ve written from each album?”

“Damn, that’s hard. Okay so for 18, I’m Good, Gazebo, Dark Knight, for Loose it’s a tie between Sundown, Cody Banks, and Sylvia, umm Ghost and Heavy Hitter from Confetti, Rendezvous, Route 66, Creme, and Tyler Herro from TWTAS, and for his newest one Churchill Downs, and Young Harleezy. My thing was that when people really started to doubt him saying things like he’s an industry plant we came up with Tyler Herro because I was like yall need to understand that my husband is talented and that he’s here to stay right along with the rest of us in PG and we don’t give a flying fuck if you don’t like it. He’s been doing this since he was in middle school and I was like I’ll be damned if he lets up now.”

“Damn, mamas, you got me hot. Love when you defend me and shit.”

“Yall two can do all you want when yall get back to the hotel, but for right now we’re not done. Now, who is one person that FL is not allowed to work with besides Giveon?”

“So, one thing I always try to do is protect my wife because I know with her especially being a woman who is a rapper, people might try to take advantage of that. And she can be a little too trusting sometimes and that’s why I worry. For the most part, everyone is respectful of her besides the person you just named so no one is off limits. But there is one now that I think about it.”

“Who?”

“Nicki Minaj. You can’t call my wife untalented because she was nominated for an award and you’re mad because your song didn’t get into the same category. It’s sad because that’s who she looked up to, but not happening and it probably never will. I protect her space and her energy and I want no negativity around her.”

“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”

“Favorite song that you two have worked on together?”

“SEX LIES!” Both of you exclaimed at the same time before laughing.

“Jack, favorite song that you’ve written for her?”

“Easy, Obsessed off 18. She cried when I played it for her. But Luv is Dro is a close second.”

“And what was your reaction when you caught her rapping for the first time?”

“I was floored, because I was trying to figure out how she had hid it from me for so long. Still trips me out to this day.”

“And Y/N, why did you hide it?”

“I was just content with being behind the scenes. It was my goal to be in the music industry and I've come further than I ever thought possible.”

“Are we ever going to get a joint album and tour?”

“Maybe, we’ll see. Always down to make music with my wife.”

“Y/N, dream collab?”

“Andre 3000.”

“Jack?”

“Same, Outkast is legendary.”

“Any songs that either of you regret releasing or a certain lyric in a song?”

“Not really.”

“Jack, favorite song by your wife?”

“Like ever? No way in hell I can choose just one.”

“He loves me.” 

“Okay, off of her 777 album?”

“Big Energy, Wheelie, and Sunshine.”

“And where does the inspiration come from for you two to be able to sit down and write?”

“It can come from the simplest things, I just pull it from anywhere. Writing has always come naturally to me and sometimes I honestly just go in the booth and freestyle. And whatever comes out, I decide if I like it or not.”

“I look at her and I get all the inspiration I need.”

“Simp alert.” You whispered and Jack pinched your side. 

“So, what’s next for the Harlows?”

“Taking her back to the hotel so she can get this work.”

“JACKMAN THOMAS! QUIT IT!”

“I was just saying!”

“Don’t pay him any attention, what’s next for us? Our wedding most definitely and then just continuing to prove people wrong and that we deserve to be here and that’s how it’s going to stay.”

“I like that answer.”

“Yeah, because it was way better than yours.”

“I didn’t say that I liked it that much, baby girl. Don’t get ahead of yourself. My answer was good too.”

All you did was sigh and shake your head as Caresha looked at the two of you and laughed.

“This was fun and I thank you two for doing this with me. I’m proud of the both of you and how far you’ve come in your careers and this is only the beginning. Just make sure I get an invite to the wedding.”

“No worries, we got you.” You answered while adjusting on Jack’s lap and you could hear him groan.

“Don’t start.” He whispered in your ear.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about smush.”

“Oh, you don’t? When we get back, I want you on all fours since you’re trying to play games with me.”

“I’m literally not even doing anything.”

“Famous last words.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO WHISPERING ABOUT OVER THERE?”

“URBAN, DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO ANSWER THAT?”

“NEVER MIND. JUST LET ME FIND MY EAR PLUGS BEFORE YALL START.”

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[66sharkteeth]

Hello! Idk if you are still faking asks but of so thank you in advance if this gets answered!

I'm not gonna lie, it's a bit disturbing how the majority is cheering on Rex and the side he's taken. Though that side might have some points, I just can not see them as people I'd like to ever support or think they are doing it with good intentions in mind. But anyway, I apologize if I just can't understand or root for this gang. I know things aren't black or white but i just see more bad than good. And I hope that's ok.

The only think I dint understand and kind of made me not like Rex so much anymore is that when he is fighting Desmond he mentions something along the lines of "you already met my scyon" and that just raised more questions for me. One of the mane reasons Rex felt hurt and betrayed and thought it was all Desmon and Lys's fault for "betraying him" was because he couldn't under why they would turn on him (it was when he still didn't know about the other part of himself). But now he knows, he knows its the Scyon that hurt and attacked them. Hence why they had such a reaction. I've seen people stating that yes, Rex was betrayed! And I just...I don't see it at all especially when the og gang had every right to react the way they did.

This monnet kind of just made me distance myself from Rex I guess. Because he knew the scyon was the one to hurt the gang, the reason why they reacted the way they did and yet that does nothing for him. I don't think this is bad writing, nit even the slightest. Cause I know some people in real life would have such a reaction. We are flawed beings and some weren't thought or leaned how act to know their actions or way of thinking is flawed etc or self centered. It's a process everyone can go threw in different ways. So I hope maybe Rex one day can learn more as he goes.

But yeah, was there something behind the scenes we didn't see for Rex to not even question that the Scyon hurt Desmond or for him to not even care about that fact?

I still love the comic a lot and its one of 2 other webtoons I follow religiously and have given money for passes! The art and world building I feel like is really good and has made me so inspired to make a fan art and fic for this world (I'm just too afraid and shy to share I guess but I'd love to one day!).

I hope you have a good day and I apologize for any speaking or grammar mistakes I've made. English isn't my first language and I'm also dyslexic 😅

Tbh, I think the only people who are 100% wrong are the ones who think one side is 100% right.

Like you said, the situation isn't black and white (heck, it's even one of the major themes of the story), and both sides have points and flaws, some bigger than others. I know people are having fun cheering for Rex's "corruption arc" (I even love to tease about it), but that's exactly what it is- a corruption arc.

Rex has points and fair criticism, but it's important to also remember the environment he's in. He's Blan Corp's prized pig that they need to keep happy until they get that memory. Other than Bag Girl, Rex is basically surrounded in an echo chamber of yes-men. So no, you didn't really miss anything. Rex is just currently in an environment where everyone is telling him "Yeah! It WAS abusive of Desmond to make you do all those chores!! What a jerk! >:(" and Rex going "yeah, you're right!! I am the victim here! Tell me more."

He's with the villains now and there is a lot of manipulation* going on.(*Side note: Mostly from Jericho and his Scion, to be clear. You could argue Nia as well, but I kind of maintain that she is just as manipulated and in a kind of equally tough position. Remember, Blan Corp is the ticket to getting her mom back and she's kind of in just as big of an echo chamber of "human bad, blank superior" as Rex)

That said, please don't give up hope on him haha. Rex can get a really sharp tongue when he's pissed (as seen in the latest episode with his encounter with Lyss), but he's still the same Rex at heart. He could never take the steps that Jericho is willing to take, and I... Tried to make that clear in ep 133 with Desmond's criticism of Rex's changes. Desmond asked if he really has it in his (half-human) heart to follow in Jericho's foot steps, and I like to think (most of us) know he doesn't- At least not as far as Jericho. Desmond planted the seed of doubt in ep 133 and I don't intend to just...ignore that seed in my writing of what's coming up.

TLDR: Yeah! Rex is being a jerk right now after a lot of manipulation, gaslighting, and just all around anxiety. But that's what a corruption arc is. Only time will tell if he starts to realize what a jerk he's being, but I certainly didn't show him hesitating after what Desmond said because it went in one ear and out the other. That's definitely going to be living rent free in the back of his mind for now.

[fallloverfic]

ENNEAD tags and finding fanworks and community

If you're looking for fanworks and discussion for ENNEAD by Mojito, the boy's love manhwa about ancient Egyptian gods, here's a collection of things to try on different platforms:

ENNEAD (English) / Ennead (sometimes lowercasing part of it returns different things) / 엔네아드 (Korean) / 九柱神 (Chinese) / エネアド (Japanese) / Эннеада (Russian) / เอนเนด (Thai)

Horuseth (English), HorusxSeth, HorusSeth, HorusxSeth / 호루세트 (Korean) / ホルセト (Japanese) / 繋がらなくてもいいから俺のホルセトを見てくれ (Japanese) / ฮอรัสxเซธ (Thai)

Anuseth (English), Anubis/Seth, AnubisSeth, AnubisxSeth / 아누세트 (Korean) / アヌセト (Japanese) / 繋がらなくてもいいから俺のアヌセトを見てくれ (Japanese)

Osiseth (English), Osiris/Seth, OsirisSeth, OsirisxSeth / 오시세트 (Korean) / オシセト (Japanese) / 繋がらなくてもいいから俺のオシセトを見てくれ (Japanese)

FGSeth (English), FG/Seth, FGxSeth / 이국세트 (Korean = Exotic Set) / 髭セト (Japanese = mustache Set) / 繋がらなくてもいいから俺の髭セトを見てくれ (Japanese)

NephthysSeth (English), Nephthys/Seth, NephthysxSeth / ネフセト (Japanese)

The main ENNEAD tags (just the series name) are all the most populous for stuff, regardless of platform, particularly the English and Japanese. Horuseth is the next most populous.

As a caveat, exploring these tags and communities assumes you are either up to date with the latest episode in Korean or don't care about spoilers. Fans will sometimes spoiler block panels, meta, or fanworks for the latest episode, but usually nothing older than that, and communities are increasingly flooded with panels from the new episode on the day of the update as the community grows bigger. Your best bet if you don't want to be spoiled because you're reading a version that's behind the Korean (e.g., the English, which is three episodes behind) is to mute the number for the latest Korean episode while browsing. If you'd like to read the Korean, I made a carrd and a Tumblr post to help. If you'd like to share panel screengrabs/screencaps/captures from the comic on socials, please either stick to the previews shared by Witchcomics on their twitter, or 1-2 panels max, at Mojito's request.

In terms of socials, there are active fan communities basically everywhere!

At the moment, twitter is by far the most populous for anything ENNEAD, cross-language, including fanart, sharing fics in a number of languages (or at least links to them, if not also twitter fics), discussion, meta, and cosplay. If you'd like good twitters to follow:

RT ENNEAD is a good general trawler of all things ENNEAD. They do all ships and characters and usually update 2-3 times a day, minimum

Papyrus Studio/Studio Papyrus is a group of artists who create fanworks for ENNEAD, including phone calendars, and regularly run fandom events

HoruSeth365/365_with_HS, another fangoods collaboration

Mojito is also on twitter and posts things sporadically

Witchcomics, one of the official Korean chapter posters, regularly promotes ENNEAD and raffles for merch. They also post previews for new episodes some hours before the episodes go up.

ENNEAD Japan is an official twitter run by b-boy, who manage the Japanese license for ENNEAD. They use the twitter to announce distribution (webcomic updates), publication (physical book updates), and merchandise.

Following that, pixiv is a very populous site for fanworks, including fanfics. Pixiv is free to use, very accessible if you read English (or obviously Japanese since it's a Japanese art site) but easier to use if you have an account (though you don't have to pay for it, and you don't have to post anything). A lot of twitter artists have been mass dumping all their art on pixiv lately, or near-simultaneously publishing there, so if you hate twitter, pixiv is the place to go.

Archive Of Our Own has a pretty active fanfic archive for the community across many languages, with English and Mandarin Chinese dominating (followed by Spanish).

Instagram is the next most populous site for fanworks, mostly just fanart and cosplay, though it's pretty heavily censored, so people just mention their work is on twitter or somewhere else. Also be wary, Insta is full of art reposters and folks sharing scanlations.

Outside of Tumblr, Deviantart has a small community of folks updating art, and is also a good archive for easily browsing old art. Tumblr also has a lovely archive of art if you want to browse, and a number of folks came over here recently.

If you'd like a Discord, many are locked or dead, but I have an adult Discord open if folks would like to join, where I try to do regular news and event updates on different platforms, as well as share links to fanworks and resources on different platforms, and people talk about characters, ships, theories, and fanworks!

(if the link is down, reply and/or DM me and I'll send you/post a new one!)

There is also a very small pillowfort community.

I would not recommend using sites like Pinterest, as it's almost entirely stolen and reposted art, without credit. A few artists actually post their art directly there, but by and large, it's the worst place for art theft. Facebook, TikTok, and YouTube are also full of art theft. There is a subreddit, enneadmanhwa, which is very quiet.

However, there are a couple of YouTube accounts I'd recommend:

Mojito has a YouTube account, where Mojito rarely posts videos.

Papyrus Studio/Studio Papyrus has made collaborative AMVs for the series.

There are fics on Wattpad, but most of them use stolen fanart, or include scanlations. There's a lot there if you want to check them out, just be wary, and please support actual artists, not reposters. There is also a collection of Thai fanfics on readawrite (but again be wary as a lot of them also use stolen fanart).

For information on characters, side comics, physical releases, locations, etc., the ENNEAD fanwiki on FANDOM exists, though it's still under heavy construction. I also have a tumblr post about side comics and extra art by Mojito.

I will update this post as I find more tags and sites.

[generalluxun]

Fanfic Author 20 Questions

Thanks to @erisluna35 for sending this along! 1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On AO3? Right now 63, soon to be 64(tomorrow probably) and a couple on FF.net

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,020,860 on AO3 plus another ~86K fic I never ported over to AO3, as my 'recent' stuff, starting back in 2021

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Miraculous Ladybug, I did others a long time ago before joining AO3, but that was a long time ago. I've considered a couple others recently too, but nothing yet.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

At The Gala- A Chlonette fic inspired by fanart, and actually the sequel to my #2 by Kudos. This is just a cute series of strange interactions with Chloe from Marinette's PoV, culminating in understanding and discovery on a fated evening.

Slippery slope- Little Chlonette ficlet inspired by a fanart. Very short, it's about how a single unexpected moment can change someone's entire world.

Ever After- A long chapter fic set more than a decade post-canon that looks into the idea that 'Ever After' can be a long time, and that expecting life to be solved at 14 is a recipe for eventual disaster. Yet at the same time life continues to offer new experiences, new possibilities, and new ways to grow. Ships include Adrienette, Chloadrien, and Felinette.

Showing Love- An alternate ending to Queen Wasp, where instead of reuniting Chloé with her horrible mother by highlighting everything horrible about her (seriously, what?) Marinette comes face to face with the reality that a mother really *can* not love a child. Being Marinette she can't let such a thing stand, even if it is Chloé. Marinette&Dupain-Cheng family goodness.

What Do you See?- Adrigami fic that kicks off right in the middle of Kuro Neko. While Adrien is struggling with the pain of giving up Cat Noir, one thing crosses his mind. He can finally give one important person the truth she deserves. After all, he *Was* Cat Noir, not *is*. The two both struggle to navigate the ramifications of this revelation, especially when Plagg shows up once more with the ring. (there's a little bit of eventual Lukanette)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to most, especially any questions or curiosities. I love engagement.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh heck this is so not fair. I am in love with bittersweet ending, and have a couple of doozies.

I can't decide between three.

What Happened- The 'real reason' Chloé Bourgeois's redemption arc failed. What do you di when you do everything right, only to find out your happiness causes the end of the world, in every timeline?

A Modest Proposal- Marinette is happily impatient for Adrien to finally propose to her. Little does she know, a secret long kept is going to come back to haunt her. It's worse than you think.

The Risk Outweighs- A look into someone else's life during the episode 'Risk'. The courage to do anything finally gives Chloé the strength to break from the cycle. But the Ladybugs must set things right, and a few moments of clarity weigh nothing against a lifetime.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, lots with happy endings, though I prefer 'open' endings, so...hmmm

Cafe Noir- has an unambiguously happy ending, but I specifically set out to write a romcom so that feels like cheating.

Dog Daze- probably has the most comprehensively happy ending, Adrien's dad even managed to try to parent. They do go through a lot on the way to the happy ending though.

In Direct Opposition- My latest work, seems to end on a solidly happy note for all involved.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Ever After drew some upset people that expected their OTP to be the main ship. I never tried to deceive anyone, but a few people were just really upset.

I also had this weird thing where someone thought I was someone else, and stalked my comments for a while. That's why I use moderation now.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've done M rated fics. I'm not sure 'smut' works for them, even if there's lots of sex narratively, it's usually mentioned rather than being detailed. I did one single 'this will be a smut fic' fic. And even that ended up with like, 5K words mostly plot, and about 2 paragraphs of (I think emotional and important) sex.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nah, I've never had the crossover itch. I generally find each world intriguing enough on their own.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! I had someone ask if they could translate one of my fics to Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. Talked about it before, but never went through with it. Not against the idea. I do a lot of rubber ducking for my friends though, so some of my ideas can end up in their finished fics.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going ot have to go with adribrina, my goobers. I like exploring all kinds of ships, and these two I threw together on a whim but Oh, they're so comfy! I wrote Puppy Love to see how they would work, and then that evolved into Dog Daze, my Largest work to date. I had *intended* for them to amicably break up and Sabrina to be a wing-woman to Adrien in the canon ship of Adrienette.... but they just did not want to break up. Even if they wouldn't admit they were dating, they were just too *comfy* together. These two make me happy. (Marinette ended up okay though, she's happy!)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

A third fic in my Senti-Sentai AU. 'Worlds Collide'. It was set in 'vague eastern Europe country in the middle of violent conflict' and then that suddenly got too real, too quickly.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Character voice. I write third person limited, and I've been told many times that I do a very good job of writing characters as their canonical selves, just in different situations that bring about different outcomes or changes in them. I consider that a high compliment, because the characters are what I am here for.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Brevity. Even simplistic plots 'enemies to friends road trip' become detailed 'Marinette manipulates Chloé into chasing Adien and Lila across the globe to prevent Lila from wheedling an arranged Marriage out of Gabriel' and then that blossoms into a 98K fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I feel like my last of understanding grammar and colloquialisms for another language would have me sounding like bad google translate. Singular words used? Viable.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

SWATKats. My first ever fanfic was a 30K fic about that show.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

They are all my babies! This is so not fair. I've spoken about some of my favorites earlier though, so I'll use this spot to mention some other ones :)

He's Perfect- Gothic Horror Adrienette! It even has a sequel and an entire AU in my head if I can circle back.

The Orphan and the Marionette- Written to feel like one of Grimm's fairy tales. Chlonette(kind of) with a heavy dose of magic and a surprise appearance from Marianne.

There are so many more but I'll plug Dog Daze again, because I to like how it flows and the alternate S5 we get from it. It also inspired a raft of 'post story' one shots, and I have another chapter fic waiting in the wings to continue the AU. There's plenty of stories to tell here.

@taketwoinink Tag, if you would like to play.

[stargatelover]

I was wondering if you had any Stargate fanfic recommendations, my favorite characters from the Franchise are Daniel and Zelenka (I don't know why, I guess I have a thing for sweet nerdy scientist guys), but otherwise I'm really not sure what I'd be looking for since I'm new to Stargate Fanfiction and Fandom in general.

Hi! Sorry this is such a late response! Welcome to the fandom by the way! Since Stargate has been around a long time there's a lot of fanfiction to explore. You can find pretty much anything you like.

Okay well I mostly read hurt/comfort and whump fics so all my recs are in those genres. I don't read romance or smut or super fluffy stuff so I can't be of help there. I do read a LOT of Daniel Jackson fics (he's my favorite).

Here are some of my favorite Stargate fanfics (and yes most of these are angsty and whumpy so keep that in mind if you decide to check them out.)

The Barista by dietcokechic Summary: Standalone vignettes of life as seen through the eyes of Daniel’s barista.

Don't Mess With Danny by Orrymain Summary: SGC personnel learn an important lesson -- don't mess with Jack's archaeologist!

The Stuff of Legends by Nkala99 Summary: Can Daniel live up to the reputations of his teammates?

Best Friend by ivywatcher Summary: A collection of short and not so short stories from throughout the series showing the Jack and Daniel friendship. All episode tags, these can be read in any order.

Going Home by Titan5 Summary: John Sheppard is sent back to Earth to recover from his latest set of injuries and decides to visit his father. He is very surprised at the homecoming he receives.

This one is OC related but I looooove it: Below Decks by DaniWilder Summary: Atlantis through the eyes of archaeologist Victoria Parker. An OC story about some of the unknown people of Atlantis. Cameos by a lot of our favorites.

If anyone has fics to rec please reply!!!

[i-like-turkey]

Kate Whistler: Bottom

Had someone ask me in a comment on my latest fic why I write Kate as more submissive in my fics. I went long on it. Posting it here in case anyone else was wondering:

This is a topic I’ve put A LOT of thought into. Like hours and hours and hours of thought as I write all this filth. The first and most vital point here is that this is just my interpretation. This is how I see the characters and how I view their dynamic. There is no right or wrong answer, so if it doesn’t work for you or anyone else, that’s absolutely valid.

That said, early season 1 Whistler gives off major top vibes. See the way she storms into the bullpen yelling at Tennant and goes into that interrogation at the end of the episode. That has my bratty bottom ass sweating and saying ‘yes ma’am, I’ll do anything you ask’ 😂

But the more we see of her, the more she softens. See her melting in the parking lot in 1x06 when Lucy touches her face. See all her wounded puppy looks after the Cara reveal. See how she’s always twisting her fingers nervously. This is when she becomes ‘Kate’ to me and this is why I view her as having two personas. ‘Work Whistler’ who is incredibly good at her job. Tough as nails. Takes no prisoners. And then there’s ‘Kate.’ Useless lesbian. Bad at emotions. Is a workaholic because being Whistler is more comfortable and easier than being Kate.

I headcanon that before Lucy she was more comfortable topping. That’s because I don’t think she had any serious relationships—that’s sorta supported by canon given that she’d never introduced anyone at work—, preferring to keep things casual and viewing sex as an outlet for all her stress.  And she would have had a lot of that. Law school is fucking hell. Good luck maintaining an existing relationship during those three years when you’re grinding your ass 18-20 hours a day 7 days a week (so many divorces/breakups in my graduating class!!!) & good luck forming one when you have minimal time to spend getting to know someone. Casual sex though? That’s doable.

Then she would have graduated and been thrown into the fire somewhere. I’m thinking corporate law. Big firm. You work just as hard cause there are billable hour targets to meet and networking stuff and heaps of pressure to be the best cause you want a future at the firm and you only get one of those if you produce. Then she would have given all of that up. Gone to the DIA. Guess what? Same grind. Just shittier pay.

So I see her fucking her way through this. One night stands, sure. Maybe a few long term friends with benefits situations where they aren’t even really friends. Just someone she knows she can call when she needs to get off. I think she would have been in control for most of this because she has a healthy ego and loves using her mouth and she probably took great pride in how she could give women dozens of orgasms and turn them in to mush.

But over time I think she learned that giving up control can be very freeing. Especially since her life—aka her professional existence— is all about being in control. So being able to give that up for a few hours in the bedroom would likely be appealing to her. Because when you get topped. Like really, really topped. Orgasms for hours with minimal reciprocation. Your brain just kinda turns off and you really do get a brief escape from all the life shit that’s bothering you and all the decisions you have to make and all the appearances that you have to keep up. And the more we learn about Kate, the more I think she would need this.

FF to when she goes to Hawaii and meets Lucy. She met Lucy as ‘Kate’, not ‘Whistler’ because they didn’t exchange last names. I think that weekend was life changing for both of them. They clicked immediately. Felt comfortable around each other. Felt safe.  So I think right away, Kate just rolled over and bottomed for Lucy. But she also took control at times during that weekend and Lucy let her have it (which as I’ve hinted at in this fic, wasn’t exactly easy for Lucy. But we’re talking Kate here, so I’ll save my Lucy top analysis for later).

After that weekend, she probably went back to being more of a top. But once she was with Lucy 1x06-1x11 (or even earlier if you headcanon that they were fucking before that like me 😂), she embraced giving up control. And that continued post 1x22 when they reconciled and got to know each other and developed a relationship that’s not surfboard strong, but strong enough to move in with each other after ~4-6 months of really dating.

TLDR: Pre-Lucy she leaned top with ‘top in the streets, bottom in the sheets’ tendencies. With Lucy she’s embracing ‘top in the streets, bottom in the sheets,’ but can still top whenever the situation calls for it. And the situation will call for it more as Lucy gets more comfortable giving up control.

P.S. This isn’t an invitation for feedback on my interpretation. I like how I view it. I will continue writing their dynamic this way and only evolve it to fit with what we learn in canon. Cause, once again, I’m driving the bus. If you don’t like it, you can get off and find another ride.

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here my friend after a very, very long week. This is actually my 3rd attempt at sending you an ask. First, I finally had time and was excited to type up something for the latest episode and then the Buck LI stuff came out and the mood for that was killed. Next I had mostly typed up my salty thoughts only to have my internet go down (yes, I whined at home "what i was going to read??!!" and pointedly ignored my very much filled bookcase because my ships aren't in them). So here let's see if this one works out.

So how is it KR and the promo dept always manage to kill any joy we have when we get fed any kind of Buddie content (the follow-up to the Eddie getting shot, and the 5b and premier come to mind here)?? Seriously Buck and Eddie more or less went on a date and had family night together and almost immediately they came back with "look Buck and Eddie are going to go on dates!!". Its exhausting cause it seems like any time they put out a story that might even be slightly suggestive of them being more than platonic bros they insist on following it up with stories to "prove" they are, no matter how recycled those plots are.

And okay let's take a second here to ask WTF is KR doing with these characters? In 6b alone we've had Buck dying, a coma dream, PTSD, super powers, and now he's getting a crush, and we STILL haven't finished the accursed sperm donor storyline??!! Bobby and Athena investigated had the death of a beloved friend 🙄 plot, HenRen had the nonsensical Denny secretly seeing his Dad which was never an issue before plot, and Madney and Eddie are just kinda there?? The other characters have had at best one storyline where the audience has to either invent or rewrite the backstory for. But for Buck he's had like 50 plotlines, none of which have really gone anywhere? I love Buck but I'd rather have him have 1 good arc and resolution than whatever this bullshit is. I'd easily take that screentime and give it to any of the other characters if it meant we got 1 well thought out and executed storyline. Instead we're just recycling and redressing old plots for everyone else while KR uses a magnetic poetry set to plan what Buck's doing from episode to episode. We have 5 episodes left in the season, 4-5 guest characters that are going to be incorporated (including 2 much beloathed ones 🙄🙄🙄), and nothing really setup for our mains to do (even Eddie dating isn't setup, it literally hasn't come up after Ana and you'd think they could have in 6a while he was watching his son mature).

Anyway, I'll stop the rant here though there's definitely more I could say. I'll close off saying I hope you're feeling better today since this week looks like its been rough on you. Sending you virtual tea, soup, and hugs!!

Long week is RIGHT my friend! I'm so sorry you were foiled in your previous attempts! I am right there with you on the Buck LI stuff just...sucking a lot of the joy out of things for me. Because of course we're doing this again 🙄🙄🙄 I was even writing up notes on a possible fic and you KNOW I haven't written anything since Malex and even that was before s4 started. But alas. That sucks about the power going out! I hate when that happens especially if I was in the middle of something! (Also I am SO with you. I keep buying books and then just...not reading them because my brain says "it's not our blorbos so no.)

I am just...so tired at this point. Like yes these people *may* not stick around, but even so, I don't want to loose out on Buddie scenes and Buckley-Diaz family scenes! I don't want Buck to have 90% of his time and discussions with some new character I do not know or care about instead of Eddie and the firefam! They already tried to do that with BT and it was the woooooorst! I want Eddie to have screentime and arcs but again, I don't want the little time we DO get to be wasted on some random side character! And lets be honest, there is no person they can introduce at this point that can compare with the relationship Buck and Eddie have already built and the ways in which they are the perfect partners for what each other needs. So the options are to a) cut down on seeing that relationship so their new het ones don't look so shitty and lame in comparison, b) have these women be mostly just Blurry Girlfriends in the background with no personality or depth just to have the boys paired off so they don't have to do Buddie while still centering their relationship so people can't call them out for not committing to Buddie because their "friendship" looks basically the same, or c) give them LIs that are basically the other's personalities transplanted into a female body in order to have the relationship be anything close to what Buck and Eddie need in a life partner. These are all terrible options, and I hate them, more than I hate the idea of them ending up single even though it undercuts their own narrative set up for the characters but that's a cop-out too.

ANYWAY

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 to everything about Buck's 700 shitty arcs this season while everyone else is mostly twiddling their thumbs. KR is literally the worst at pacing and planning, and constructing a season with any kind of flow. On the bright side, Ravi is coming back and Chim is going to get to do something! I'm so excited! I was really hoping for more of him and Bobby teaming up last week because the little crumbs we got were GOLD.

I did have a very emotionally rollercoaster-y week and the show being Like This absolutely Did Not Help, but I am making it work. Mostly with loooots of fic. Cheers friend, lets see if we can make it through the finale intact, if Buddie dreams can make it through the finale intact, and if the SHOW can make it through the finale intact with how these renewal negotiations are going.

[ernmark]

Please tell me about those Hunter fics, I'm gonna be watching the finale with my sister this weekend

These are two fic ideas that came from conversations with a friend of mine when the most recent episode came out, both focusing on Hunter post-series and how profoundly fucked up he is on an interpersonal level, and how much his found family is trying to be gentle about it.

In one:

Willow learned a long time ago to be careful about asking Hunter for something. Maybe it was part of being a Grimwalker, or maybe it was just the unavoidable result of having Bellos whispering in your ear from the moment you first stepped into the world, but in his mind there wasn’t much difference between a suggestion, a request, and an order.  Not that he couldn’t refuse-- he’d done that even as the Golden Guard, after all-- but he didn’t want to. Following orders pleased the people who gave them. And he wanted to please them. He wanted that more than anything. More than he wanted rest after a day of being overloaded. More than he wanted to finish his latest sewing project. Even more than he didn’t want to throw up when Luz suggested they get curry (it was Camilla who discovered his coconut allergy after two months of regular patronage to the local Thai place).

This gets especially concerning now that he and Willow are dating, so she has Luz start recommending Hunter fanfics so that she can take notes on his reactions to various stuff within them without him feeling like he has to go along with whatever she wants to do.

The other is just lots of Hunter being an anxious frantic little mess who hasn't really had any kind of non-professional relationship before meeting this group, so he's a little confused. And a lot anxious.

Hunter has a hard time differentiating relationships, okay? Gus is his fandom friend and Luz is his Big Heavy Feelings friend and Willow is his kissing friend. Lots of people have kissing friends, it’s in plenty of fics, after all. But he’s been reading more about relationships lately, and he’s come to the conclusion that he’s done something horrible: that he’s manipulated Willow into a relationship with him. Because he knows she’d never actually want that! And she’s too sweet to know how much it means to him when she kisses him, when probably she just thinks it’s funny when he gets all flustered and blushy like that.  Luz is listening to all this, and she’s just dumbfounded. “Hunter, what exactly are you wanting to know?” “Just-- do you think she likes me?” “Willow.” “Yes.” “Your girlfriend Willow?” Why does she say it like that? Of course Willow is his girlfriend. Though these days womanfriend is probably more accurate. But lots of his friends are girls, and Luz doesn’t seem to see the need to specify anybody else’s gender like that. Except for Amity’s, but only sometimes. He really should ask about that. “...Yes?”

[tripleyeeet]

*eating my cereals and scrolling through tumblr* *notices summer's tumblr break has ended* SHIT! *throws the cereal away, puts suit on and quickly grabs microphone*

HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME BACK TO TUESDAY INTERVIEW!

I'm Annie and we're here —once again on a Wednesday because time is relative— with our amazing Summer! A round of applause for this blessing to our world!!!

Truth be told *checks notes* not much has happened since we last saw each other but DO NOT FRET! I have always have something up my sleeves and this time of year in Italy, it mostly tends to be stinkbugs... they're everywhere

ANYWAY, back to business! The latest chapter of "A lover's folly" hit ours (mobile and/or desktop) screens last Saturday, leaving behind a trail of broken hearts and readers being left with bathed breath. Summer, how do you feel knowing you were the cause of such despair?

Moreover, just to take a quick dip in the pool of your past, the first episode of Loki dropped last Friday, leaving many people swooning over Tom Hiddelston's magistral acting and also to the amazing and hilarious banter between Loki and Mobius (and let's not forget the adorable and entertaining addition of OB to the cast). Summer, as an (former) all-time Loki fan, what did you think of this episode? And you think we should expect from this season?

Before I leave, I would like to remind everyone watching that there are real people behind the fics you're devouring, who have real lives and tons of things to do and still manage to put out amazing pieces of work that you can freely enjoy. So be kind and don't pressure writers, okay? Otherwise, I will find you :) Anything else to add on this matter, Summer?

omg hi annie <3 happy tuesday but actually it's wednesday (thursday for you by the time you read this) interview! always happy to hear from you my darling bard. (i say as i literally talk to you pretty much every moment of the day we are awake...)

anyway, a lover's folly. mhm, yes, what a devastating chapter that i totally didn't meant to leave on a cliffhanger and fuck off for two weeks...

seriously, i feel kind of bad for doing that but also, i'm a slut for angst and wrecking people emotionally so i'm absolutely living for all the screaming i've received via dm. for real, i love every single one of you but man, y'all have had it too good with all the fluff i've been writing.

in terms of loki, i really liked the episode. obviously because of the past season i have my reservations in regard to fully enjoying it but so far it's promising? personally, i find the pacing to be a lot better already. as well as the dynamics between characters but that might be due to having more time to work together.

also ob is literally my favourite. i would die for him and i really, really, REALLY hope he's not just a side character that's been overly hyped and gets like no screen time. otherwise i will be sorely devastated.

that being said, aside from ob i hope a lot more of the newer characters get more screen time too. last season we only had a very small cast and while it was fine i definitely wanted more interaction and conflict, so hopefully we get more of that? also, i'd really like for the show to actually focus on loki in a more positive way but considering last season that might be wishful thinking.

(also nothing to add except love you and have a good day!!)

[thefanficwriterscraft]

OUR EXCITING END OF YEAR PLANS!

Hi everyone, I (@pebblysand) hope you're all doing well (and, for Americans, that you're having a lovely Thanksgiving break ❤️)!

I just wanted to pop on here to give you a few updates about the podcast, the end of the year, and everything that we are planning moving forward :). It's going to be a pretty busy month ahead of us - we have lots of exciting things coming your way 😁!

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Upcoming episodes:

episode 13 will be out tomorrow and will feature my interview with the wonderful @ala-baguette. I have been super busy these past few weeks and have not yet finished editing the episode (😬) but hopefully I can get that done tonight. Wish me luck. This was an incredibly interesting discussion, and I'm so excited for you to hear it!

on satuday (26 November), @copper-dust and I will be recording episode 14, which will be out on 9 December. Per this anon's request, we will be talk about humour and comedy in fanfiction. If you have any questions/topics you'd like us to talk about more precisely, let us know!

next saturday (3 December) we will be recording our yearly fanfic/podcast round up! This will be coming out on Tuesday, 20 December rather than Friday, to make it a bit of an early Christmas treat, for those of us who celebrate. We're going to have a fun discussion about our favourite fics of the year, our writing, the podcast, future guests, and just lots of fun stuff! If you have any questions for us about the podcast, about us, about writing in general, or anything that you're curious about, please also do not hesitate to send us an ask! We're very much looking forward to it!

lastly, on 17 December, we will be recording our first episode of next year, which should be about "outgrowing" (or not) certain fandom or fanfic obsessions. This topic was actually inspired by a post by @annerbhp I read a few months ago, and which very much resonated with me, as someone who's moved between fandoms a lot, over the past 15 years. I think there's definitely a lot to be said about the different fanfic "phases" one can go through, and whether or not you sometimes feel, as an author, like you've "said it all." I've not framed the episode in my head completely yet (there's still time) but obviously, if these musings resonate with you or you have anything you'd like to bring to the discussion, please let us know :)

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And... that will be it for us, in 2022. We should be back on 20th January 2023 with a new season, new guests, and new interesting fanfic-y discussions. Already, having this podcast these past few months has been an absolute dream, and I'm so very much looking forward to continuing the adventure in the new year. In case you haven't already (and before tomorrow's episode comes out), don't hesitate to check out our latest, on writing war.

Lots of love <3.

@pebblysand

[short-black-diamond]

HEY HEY!! YO CAKE IS BACK

And I would like to request Elijah with a supportive s/o! Preferably male reader but it doesn't matter that much! Anything is fine🤩🤩

- 🍰nom

Extra note: Sending you requests if no one is >:))♡♡♡

MA CAKE, MA 🍰NOM, WHAT'S UP!?!??!?!

Also not you exposing me with that extra note bro...ANYWAYS- ...also let's pretend that you have bunnies.

BUT FINALLY; AN ELIJAH REQUEST!!!!! I'M SORRY BUT HE'S MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE AND I THINK HE'S JUST SO BABYGIRL!

warnings: fluff, also jealousy on your part, and spoilers

This fanfic is from the Webtoon: The Tomato Can, please check it out!

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Elijah with a supportive male s/o!

How you two met:

When I tell you this man was nervous to approach you when he saw you for the first time-

You two met in college, where you were putting posters regarding the environment (the one where Elijah wore that blue hoodie), he asked if he could join

you were thrilled

you guys became bros, and then ended up being together (I'll write a fic abt this), you also came to terms of your boyfriend's reasons to fall asleep through some lessons

your boi's a fighter, come to terms with this

when he first took you to his training place, in his unclean van, you were nervous

'Will the people there be okay? Elijah is okay...how will the coaches be?!', yeah, your mind was filled with self-doubt

When you met the two men who introduced themselves as his coaches, you did your best to appear polite and sweet

but please my love...

YOU ARE ALREADY SWEET AND POLITE

anyways-

"So, you must be ____! Elijah has told us a lot about you!"

"Yeah, mostly about how he'd love to hold you close to his chest and give you all the smooches in the world-"

Damn, they really had to spill his secrets, but you only blushed

"AHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA, please stop talking! Uh, ____! W-we haven't checked the changing rooms yet!"

"Don't do anything funny there!"

"You guys need con-"

"GOODBYEEEE!!!", cue to Elijah dragging you away from these two

"Uh...they seemed nice..!", you only said as your heart raced

Elijah groaned in response before apologizing for their behavior

Back to before he had to leave to this reality show:

"You sure you don't want to come with me?"

"You asked Mr. Jericho multiple times already, Elijah."

"Still..."

"I also have my bunnies."

"...dammit."

safe to say, when it didn't look like you were supporting him before (you were, but in private) you were definitely supporting him now

you watched every single game of his, commented, and also asked either the coaches of chatgpt what the movements were.

now, as you're watching him fight Ethan, you're shocked

you never thought that Elijah could do that, or how Ethan just straight up carried Elijah

nevertheless, you cheered very loudly when Elijah won against Ethan

You also are very fond of Kublai (although he gives you the creeps a little), who seems to have taken Elijah under his wings, as he protected your boyfriend from Zach and Ethan who were bullying him before the fight

yeah, you pretty much wanted to rip their heads off

you also didn't like it when Elijah told you that JJ cut off half of his bonus for sponsoring the organization you two worked for

damn you hated that man so much-

but still, you were happy that he won his first match

although he has to fight every other person he gets matched up against-

You two occasionally talk when it's allowed and you also post pictures of your bunnies to him

and you tell him about your day, he does the same

but when he told you that there was a girl who gave him a nice smelling towel (the latest episode where there is this blushing girl)

you saw red

"Who?"

"I dunno, but the towel smelled really nice! Kinda like vanilla, but also like a rose...I dunno, but it for sure smelled good!"

Sorry but can't stand that girl sorry not sorry

"Oh..." "You okay?" "Yeah I'm fine, it's just...was she cute?" "...are you jealous?"

you took a moment not to loose your temper to Elijah, so you just said yes

"How could I not? You're a few thousand miles away, and I am not there with you..."

"You know that you're my boyfriend, right? I have no business with other people trying to claim your spot. You're the only one for me, alright?"

"Yes. Thank you. I...feel much better now."

and you really did. You were glad that Elijah told you this, as in him reassuring you.

gosh you loved that man so much-

(and I do too-)

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And we'll stop here! 1. Because I have no thoughts anymore, 2. because I really don't want to spoil any more.

please send in requests!

I think this was rather short, but I hope it was okay!

Read you in the next post!

[marithlizard]

“Why does Stolas pop out of disguise at the end of the latest episode but keep his human clothes? Is it sloppy writing/animation?”

I was thinking about this after seeing it asked in a couple of posts, and the easy answer is he was understandably too focused on his daughter to pay attention to the disguise spell or dropping it cleanly.    But that set off a whole chain of other thoughts::

1)  Stolas gets a phone call from Blitzo and portals over in less than three seconds.   Does he have an insta-dressing spell?  Are both sets of clothes illusions and he actually spent the whole episode with his favorite bathrobe falling off his shoulders? 

if we hadn’t seen him primping in episode 7,  I would take the funniest option and assert that the bathrobe is the only piece of physical clothing Stolas bothers with in the whole series. 

2) We never worried about things like this back in episode 4, when the imps had a whole series of elaborate silly disguises and portaled around tracking the target with ease.  “Because it’s funny” is the obvious answer to all inconsistencies.  But now the show’s focus is on an emotionally consistent character arc and it has us paying a different kind of attention.  

3) Helluva Boss straddles the line between zany murder shenanigans with Looney Tunes logic and more serious relationship drama. That’s not an easy thing to pull off and not everyone thinks the writers are always doing it well, but it’s the show’s core concept and when it works it works GREAT.

4) If I want to keep enjoying the story - which I do - I’m gonna have to accept that its basic premise comes with a lot of handwaving, and sometimes it’ll handwave things that I wanted to see worked out more realistically.

When we love something as fans we tend to look at the high points and then expect the rest of it to be that good because we know what it’s capable of.  But if you zoom in too close on anything you’ll see cracks and flaws. Nothing can stand up to the level of scrutiny a fan-turned-hater brings to a show.  

And those cracks and flaws - that’s the territory where fanfic thrives.   How do the disguises work? How come the imps still don’t have any?  Why is it sometimes easy to portal to someone, but other times impossible? I can already think of some explanations that just need a fic to showcase them.

[not-poignant]

i seriously cant get enough of your writing. every update is like a gift from the gods. part of me wants to wait until underline the black is finished so i can binge read it and not go out of my mind waiting for each chapter. but i have a weak will and cant ever resist when it comes to your stories xD

are there any writers you feel that way about? or simply love their work so much you cant get enough? either on ao3 or not

Hi anon!

Over the years there have been writers I feel that way about! Though it's muted over time (often because most of my favourite AO3 writers / non AO3 writers I've ever had has stopped writing over time). The latest author I've really loved over the past few years on AO3 is dgalerab, but he stopped writing the way he used to a while back, and now I just you know, wait and hope and we'll see what happens (though a new fic did go up recently!). So right now I have no authors I'm really like...intense about, because...authors sometimes just stop writing for years, or they can drastically change the way they write due to just time and interest and so on.

So I would say right now there's no authors I really feel the way about. There's a lot of authors I love and support, who I have subscribed to on AO3, or who I look for new updates from on social media, but even some of my favourite m/m authors stopped writing m/m and started writing m/f instead (which I can't read), so...yeah I'm sort of in flux on that right now. Which is a shame, because it's a really nice feeling to sort of drop everything for an author, and immediately read what they've put out!

I know I'll find more authors like this, and then probably years later, something will change. Most authors do eventually stop writing, or change their work so much that like, it's always a fleeting feeling. There have been years where I've felt like that for 20 authors at the same time and it's been awesome, and then like this year where I don't really have it at all, and have watched a whole bunch of my favourite published authors (particularly in m/m) depart and go on to do other things due to the lack of success they found in m/m.

I've been reading a lot of manwha lately (South Korean long-form webcomics) and there's a few that I do drop everything for when a new chapter/episode comes out, like Dangerous Convenience Store, B-Class Guide, Love So Pure, XXX Buddy, Semantic Error (the manwha, not the novel/s), Mr 100% Perfect, Define the Relationship, Full Volume, and Love for Sale. But I'm not specifically following the authors, and in some cases, these are the first works by these authors so I don't know what they might do next etc. But yeah, I check daily for new chapters, and I usually immediately read them when they come out. It's different to what you asked being more story-focused than writer-focused, but it's still a really awesome feeling, and I reread these stories all the time up until what's out in English. :D

So I suppose I do have a similar feeling to how I used to, just...kinda different to being hooked on specific authors? It could always change though! The fact is I'm subscribed to like 300 authors on AO3 (where I'd read almost anything they write) and only about 3-4 of those authors update stories nowadays, to give you an idea of how many authors do just stop writing. All your faves will almost always eventually just...stop. (I would like to say I won't be like that, but I'm also a weird exception where I'm doing original writing on AO3 as a job, and most authors on AO3 aren't doing this). And when that happens 280~ times (I'm sure there's another 20~ authors that will update in a few months or a year), you just kind of have to wait until another one pops up klsdajfas