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sunderlust · 2 years

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sweat dripping on our dirty laundry (hangman x reader)

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pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

synopsis: laundry day can suck but less when you and jake fuck!

warnings: 18+ ONLY, explicit sexual activity (fingering, piv, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, cum play near the end? oops, bad laundry innuendos, pwp)

as always - I love you jordan and may (aka gretagerwigsmuse & seasonsbloom) you both give me life and motivation and break my heart with every fic and then put it back together <3

It’s not like you absolutely despise laundry day - it’s more of a love-hate relationship. On one hand, the serotonin boost from an empty hamper and a full, clean smelling closet is unmatched. On the other hand... you and Jake have way too many clothes put together, and the chore can take almost all day if enough clothes and towels pile up. Normally, you and Jake tackle it together. But he’d just returned from his most recent deployment two days ago, and you wanted to give him a chance to properly rest his body, lounge around the house, let him catch up on the Cowboys’ disaster of a season.

“Hey Jake?” you call out from the laundry room over the hum of the dryer cycle. You’d left him in the middle of your trashy reality TV session to transfer the lights. “You got anything I can throw in the laundry? I’m doing a load of darks.”

Silence - you figure he’s probably dozed off and resolve to just go check his hamper after you finish untangling your bras. But a few minutes later, you hear his footsteps approaching the laundry room, stopping in the middle of the doorway.

“What was that, sweetheart?” he rumbles, voice slightly hoarse, and you feel bad for waking him from his sleep.

“Oh, nothing,” you reply, finally managing to hook one of the clasps together and slipping it into your lingerie bag. “Just wanted to know if you had any darks I could throw in...” you trail off when you turn to look at him, trying desperately to keep your eyebrows from shooting straight off your face as you appraise the six-foot-something Adonis of a man leaning against the door frame wearing what you can best describe as an expression of mischief, like he’s up to no good, like he’s ready to eat you alive.

You think it wouldn’t be the worst way to go. Bone apple teeth, Jake Seresin.

Immediately, your eyes catch on the way Jake’s gray sweatpants are slung low on his hips, v-lines especially prominent and a golden happy trail descending below the drawstring knot. Slowly, your gaze shifts upwards to follow the cut lines of his abs, up to the patch of gold hairs on his defined chest, and finally landing on the signature smirk he’s wearing. Jake knows he’s hot, is well aware of the effect he has on you, but it never stops him from trying to catch you off guard and distract you from your responsibilities by showing up in your periphery looking this damn fine.

It’s why you signed an informal household contract with him a few months back: shirt and pants are required whenever you have to hop on a video call at home.

While you’ve been shamelessly checking him out, Jake squints. “Are those my boxers?” he asks, eyes drawn to your bottoms as he takes a step forward.

“They’re comfy!” you defend with a sly smile, turning to add detergent to the washer, feeling all too aware of Jake’s gaze on you. He shifts slightly behind you, and suddenly you feel him right behind you, arms caging you in, erect cock pressed up against your ass, chest flush with your back.

“I’m sure,” he drawls in your ear, sending a shiver cascading down your spine, rippling throughout your nerves. You feel his fingers dance across your hips, and the sweet kiss he presses to your temple is innocent enough, but his hands seem to be acting a bit more shamelessly. His breath hitches when his fingertips start exploring, grazing nothing on your hips underneath his worn pair of boxer shorts. “Don’t you have panties of your own, sweetheart? Bought you that nice lace set you kept pulling up on my phone when I wasn’t looking.”

“They’re all in the wash,” you hum back, delighting in the feeling of his fingers massaging circles over your hip bones, his hot breath on your ear.

“Should’ve asked me to help,” he mutters lowly, nuzzling his beard into your neck.

You finally gather your wits and turn around to face him, leaning your back against the washing machine and looking up at him. His pupils are practically blown out as he smirks down at you appreciatively. “Are you offering?” you ask, almost a whisper, the sound almost lost to the rumble of the dryer next to you. But Jake’s standing real close, can read the words as they form on your lips and he nods once, twice. You glance down at the dark gray sweatpants, gesturing with one hand.

“Take them off. I need them for this load,” you order, a bit louder now, and the smirk on his face slowly transforms to a wide smile that reaches both his eyes, crinkling his eyes to make your heart swoop.

“Yes ma’am,” he tells you, finally removing his hands from your waist to shuck off his sweatpants, leaning down to pick them up from where they’ve pooled onto the floor and holding them out to you. But you barely barely notice that - your eyes are drawn to his rock-hard cock that’s flush against his abdomen, tip already red and leaking precum. “But I’ve got the only load you need to worry about.”

Your steadily climbing lust abruptly stops in its tracks, and you crook an eyebrow as best as you can. “What the fuck, Jake? Are we on fucking Brazzers?”

Jake bursts out into laughter, leaning in to press his lips to your mouth, and you kiss back as best as you can while maintaining a disapproving pout. “Not if I can help it,” he grits out, still feverishly kissing you like a starved man. “You just make my brain short-circuit, honey. Sometimes I say stupid things.”

You pull away, narrowing your eyes at the silly boy you’ve fallen in love with, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, the one who somehow manages to make you hornier than you thought possible whilst also filling you with the desire to club him over the head. “Sometimes?” you hedge, turning around and lifting the lid of the washer and shoving his sweatpants in with the rest of the load. As you spin the dial and close the top, finally starting the cycle, you continue to lecture him “I tell you, Jake, if I had a dime for every stupid thing you said-”

“Yeah, yeah, you’d probably be able to afford that nice high-efficiency Samsung laundry set you’ve had your eye on. But sweetheart..” Jake's hands return to your waist, this time shoving down the boxer shorts slightly so he can slip his fingers between your legs, grazing one digit over your wet lips. “I keep telling you - God you’re fucking soaked-” and you’re unable to hold back the moan that bubbles out in response to the rasp in his voice, to his tone carrying sheer amazement at your level of arousal. Jake continues: “ - I keep telling you, as soon as the house is done, that’s the first thing I’m buying for you. But I don’t want to buy one now and then lug an old model to the new place. My girl deserves the best. A brand new washer for me to fuck her against in our brand new home.”

You moan out, partially at the promise but equally at the way his other hand has slipped under your (well, his) t-shirt to grope at your breast, the way his fingers are gathering your wetness.

“Shit, you’re so wet, darling,” he breathes out, sliding one finger through your folds and crooking it just so, enough for the tip of his finger to graze that sponge-y part of your cunt. You keen in response, grinding your pelvis into his hand and gripping his shoulders tightly for support. A click sounds out, and the spin cycle starts, shaking against Jake’s wrist pressed up against your clit, sending delightful sensations quivering throughout your body.

Jake repositions his other hand to rest on your lower back; he presses slightly to tilt your pelvis forward into the running machine, into the vibrations, into another tidal wave of pleasure that leaves you shuddering in its wake.

“Fuck, Jake,” you manage, a gasp leaving your lips as he adds a finger to your cunt and plunges them in and out rhythmically, almost in time with the motion of the cycle at first and then speeding up. You’re sighing out in bliss, unable to keep yourself from grinding down on his hand and pressing your bare ass into his hardened cock, feeling slight wetness on your lower back from a bead precum falling from the tip.

“God, sweetheart” Jake grunts, pulls his hands out from your cunt and spins you around, then effectively hoists you up onto the machine, lips pressing into your neck as his hands make work of dragging the boxer shorts down your legs. He surges forward to kiss you deeply, slipping his tongue to press in against yours, heavy breaths escaping his mouth as his hands travel to graze his touch all over you.

For a moment, it’s just you two being horny people, just making out on top of your washing machine almost completely naked, entirely wrapped up in each other, just full of sheer and utter devotion. You pull away to catch your breath, inhaling the scent of sweat and his musky cologne.

With a smile, you lean your forehead against his. “You’re gonna make love to me on top of the washer, Jake?” you ask him innocently, bashing your eyelashes and running your hand down his chest, tangling and tugging at his golden hairs teasingly. Jake grunts out at the sensation, reaching down to grab the hem of your t-shirt to pull it up over you.

“No, sweetheart,” he starts, eyes darting down to appreciate the way your nipples have pebbled in the cool air before sliding his hands down to your hips. In a split second, he pulls you to the edge, grasps his hard length in one hand, guides it into your soaked pussy. “I’m going to fuck you on top of it.”

And with that, the spin cycle starts up again, and Jake starts drawing his hips in and out slowly, hands resting on the small of your back to hold you in place. And it’s truly fo the best, because the rumble of the washing machine is sending vibrations up throughout your body and the feeling of Jake buying himself into you over and over agains is so overwhelming you fear you may topple over onto your side, hit your head on the cabinet, maybe sustain a concussion. And Jake’s always aware of this, always aware of how easily he can fuck your brainless, make you lose control of your body as a whole as you get lost in the motions of him just pounding you silly - so Jake knows he needs to keep a firm grip on you, which only adds to your pleasure. He’s moaning out your name over the sound of both machines running, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as he holds you up.

“Not enough,” you murmur, placing one hand on his chest to stop his motions and attempting to pull him out.

“Hmm?” he asks, slightly dazed as he takes a step back, cock still standing tall and proud and dripping with your wetness. As soon as your feet hit the floor, you turn on your heel and lean both your forearms down on the edge of the washing machine, gripping it tightly and bending over to present your ass to him, arching your back just the way he likes it. By the sound of the strangled groan behind you, it seems like Jake approves.

“Smart girl,” he says, sending a tiny flutter of pride throughout your chest, and one arm comes to wrap itself around your middle to hold you up, the other hand kneading and squeezing your backside roughly. “Such a pretty, smart girl,” he praises and guides his length back into your warmth, starts to match the pace of the spin cycle again.

“It’s too much,” you whine out, still backing into him despite yourself and pushing yourself further onto his length. Jake hisses out at your eagerness, and the way your walls flutter around him and the slight tremors in your thighs from trying to hold yourself up.

He moves his hand from where it’s cupping your ass and slides it around to your front to press into your stomach. His fingers are widely splayed, and with a slight grunt, he lifts, pulling you further onto him. “Hold tight, sweetheart,” he manages, and you grasp at the one neuron that’s still firing commanding signals in your brain, trying to consciously force your fingers to tighten their grip on the edge of the washing machine before Jake’s actions hit you in full force.

And in full force it hits indeed - he’s pounding into you from the back now - his pelvis smacks loud against your ass and the squelch of your soaked cunt is the most erotic sound and it’s just barely audible over the machines. Your thoughts are interrupted by Jake tugging at your earlobe with his teeth and grunting out the most colorful string of profanities - “Fuck, sweetheart, feel so good wrapped around my cock, so fucking good for me - let me fill you up, let me put a baby in you, get your tits and belly nice and big for me so I can take care of you, never let you lift a finger, fuck, please...”

“Yeah, Jake,” you breathe out as best as you can, “Fill me up, please, too much, please...”

And with his chin grazing your shoulder, you can feel him shaking his head furiously. “You first. You first, please, sweet girl, cum for me,” and he’s not so much as commanding you as he is begging, pleading for you to release, to give him the extra push for him to climax. And as he’s swearing out loud and praising you his hand is sliding down from where it was gripping your hip, fingers seeking out your clit to give it the extra flick, the extra strum to bring you close and it’s working, with the way his cock is grazing all the right spots inside of you and his middle finger applying just enough pressure to your apex.

“Jake, please,” you whine out, and he’s hushing you, pulling his hips back further to completely unsheath himself before slamming back into your cunt with a resounding smack. “I think I’m... oh.” Your orgasm washes over you, sending you cascading

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he grits out, not slowing the circles on your clit just yet but gradually decelerating his thrusts, electing to punctuate each press into you with a grind of his hips. “Shit, I’m,” Jake manages out, grunting out your name with an added level of intensity, power - he’s close, you can feel it in the way his grip is tightening around your body and the way his breath is getting so much faster and how his hips are more stilted in their movements.

“Cum in me, fill me up, Jake,” you coax, clenching your cunt down on his cock repeatedly and trying your best to push back against his thrusts. Jake lets out a strangled cry of your name, slams into you one last time and holds you tight against his body. His cock is shoved inside you as deep as it can go and you can feel every pulse, every throb of his release filling you to the brim. It’s oozing, comforting warmth and you reach a hand back to lock his hips in to feel full, to feel this close to him for that much longer.

Eventually, his cock starts softening, and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “Jake,” you whine out as he pulls out, immediately using the last of your strength to squeeze your thighs together to keep his cum from spilling out and leaving another mess for you to clean up in the laundry room. Your muscles feel sluggish, feel like you’re trying to run underwater, feel like you’ve forgotten how to use your limbs. “‘m so tired,” you whisper, and Jake shushes you sweetly, one large hand rubbing circles on your lower back while the other is wrapped around your middle, all but holding you up.

“Let me take you to bed, honey. Think we’re both due for a nap,” he murmurs and slightly lifts you up from where you’ve almost collapsed against the washing machine. You blearily open your eyes to glance at how much time is remaining for your clothes - “Jake? Can’t nap for too long. Wake me up in twenty?”

“Sure,” he nods, letting you lean on his arm to lead you out towards your bedroom.

The first step you take sends a rivulet of cum dripping down the inside of your thigh, and the feeling of the rest of his release slowly trickling out sends another wave of arousal through you, mixed with a twinge of despair at having to clean it up. A pathetic whine manages to escape your lips.

Jake chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead and guiding your hand to lean against the counter. “Stand still for me? I’ll take care of it.” He steps away towards the sink grab a clean washcloth from the stack of towels you neatly folded earlier, running some warm water over it.

And with a hazy mind, you thank whatever deity, whatever force exists that brought you Jake Seresin - the man who fucks you within an inch of your sanity, who takes care of you like no one else, who wants to spend his forever with you... who’s currently on his knees in front of you, nudging your thighs apart and is starting at how his release has painted your cunt, completely mesmerized.

“Jesus Christ,” he says in awe, reaching to run a finger through the mess - like he’s ready to fucking fingerpaint with it - before finally lifting up the washcloth to wipe you down, and you shudder at the feeling while simultaneously managing an eye roll.

Horny bastard.

And when you wake up from your nap hours later in a cold sweat with the realization that you most definitely slept through the washer cycle - and that your darks were most certainly going to develop that funky odor - you quickly move to lift yourself out of bed with a sigh.

A hand on your waist stops you, and you turn to see Jake’s face of anguish in the dim light of the evening - he’s still half-asleep, left cheek pressed up against his arm and golden hair a tousled mess, but he’s still managing a signature pout as best as he can.

“Don’t go,” he grunts out, pressing his fingers into your hips. You shake your head, even though you know he can’t see you.

“Jake, I’ve gotta move the clothes, they’ll dry weird-”

“Took care of it already, baby,” he groans out against his bicep, turning slightly so his hand can pull at your arm. “Lights are folded and put away, darks are in the dryer, and I deserve to nap with my girl after fucking her brains out.”

You stifle a laugh, finally giving in and letting yourself fall back into bed, into his awaiting arms, falling back into the man you love. As your drift off to sleep with Jake’s arms wrapped securely around you, a tiny voice wonders if you could manage to convince him to get the quiet washer/dryer set now if you pointed out how clearly he’d be able to hear your sighs and the sound of sex over a cycle. Maybe then you could grow to enjoy laundry days.

#hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin smut #top gun maverick smut #tgm fic #mine

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roselyn-writing · 9 months

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Hellooo its me again, actually wanted to request something kinda fluff, kinda smut (a bit of both if i could say)

Kuai Liang helping the reader to relax after a very stressfull week with college and family stuff, how would that go?

Thank you for your time bye byeee ❤

Sure thing! ❤️❤️💕✨💜

Author’s note: Sorry I couldn’t do smut so I chose the fluff one! I hope you like it and enjoy reading this ficlet ;)

You returned to your home after a vigorous week of college and family stuff.

You decided that you needed a break, and there was no better place to be than the Lin Kuei temple with Kuai Liang.

Kuai Liang watched in concern as you constantly tapped your fingers and bit them.

He is concerned about your health; after all, you are his partner, and he only wants to help you.

He quickly approached you, and with a smile, he asked you.

"Are you okay? You seem tired!" He asked with a bright smile.

"Not really, I’m just stressed out and..." You articulated, you couldn’t find the right word to end your sentence.

"I understand," He said, as he sat in front of you. "How’s your day?"

"There's nothing special about it," You replied dryly. Mentally and physically exhausted. It was a long-arse week.

Kuai nodded in understanding. In all honesty, He knew something was troubling you; it was clear as the sun.

An idea popped into his mind, and that is to talk it out with you, To talk about how you feel about him.

"I heard meditation helps to relax," He began.

As soon as he said that your attention was focused on him, you knew that he was talking about your stress indirectly. You smiled at him.

"Okay then! Let’s meditate!" You uttered.

Kuai smiled because his plan worked. He got up to fetch the meditation mat. He returned with two mats, one for him and one for you.

He gently put it on the ground, then gestured for you to come. You nodded and went to sit beside him.

"I hope this works," you said.

He didn’t reply, but he only gave you a reassuring smile. He hums deeply as he fixes himself into a meditation posture.

You did the same. You hummed deeply, like him. He is guiding you on how to meditate.

You don’t know what you are doing, but you follow his every guide. He told you to take a deep breath.

Surprisingly, you feel relaxed and happy, but you want more, and you crave something else.

But you are grateful; his meditating session helped you a lot. and you wanted to reward him for that.

After Kuai ended the session, he got up and put his mat in its place. You walked up to him and started to kiss him.

He was surprised at first, but he kissed you back.

You didn’t care if someone caught you or anything, You only care about satisfying yourself and Kuai.

You started to press on his lips more as you kissed him. He moaned in response to that.

Kuai is the best care provider in the world; he helps you, cooks for you, and makes tea for you!

Kuai sensed that you were touch-starved. So he decided to give you more physical touches and love.

He snaked his arms around your neck as he pressed his lips against yours; you could feel the boost of your "happy hormones". And serotonin hits your system.

You felt a rush of euphoria when he kissed you. His icy tongue added an extra sensation to it.

You wanted to kiss him forever and be with him forever. You wanted nothing more than to be with him; you wished that you could only leave everything behind and be with him. You couldn’t care about college or anything else. You only wanted to be with your lover, Kuai.

Kuai broke the kiss so that he could breathe, "Come on, darling~." He purred with a luscious grin, "Let’s release some of your stress~."

You knew what he wanted to do, and you wanted to do it too! Hell! How can you refuse to do something like this with him?

"Let’s do it," You muttered with a satisfied tone.

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floating-in-the-blue · 2 months

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Comments Count

I have 85 works on AO3 and I get a kudos email almost every day. Usually just for one to up to three fics, one kudos each, occasionally for more. Occasionally, there will be several kudos for one fic, usually after I've just published something new.

There's recently been an uptick for kudos on my old Metal Gear Solid fics which I can't quite understand but which obviously makes me happy.

But there's no comments.

There's hardly any comments.

I don't have the time for proper data analysis but I was curious and took a look at the comments I received within the last 250 days (arbitrarily because AO3 shows not the date when you've ceceived a comment but a "X days ago").

There were 79 comments* over those 250 days, across 32 fics, from 30 people.

*I did not count replies to my replies (about four instances), nor one person commenting on three separate chapters of a fic in a single day

That there's so many comments across so many fics at all is largely due to one single person, a dear friend, going through a lot of my fics. She managed to leave 21 comments in those 250 days!! That's almost 27 %, more than a quarter of all the comments in that time frame!!! (you know who you are and you know I love you for this!! 💕)

(how did we meet and become friends? She commented on one of my fics and we started a conversation; now we're tumblr and discord and Xmas card friends!)

38 of the 79 comments were on the date of publication (+ 1-2 days) of a new fic and there were 6 new fics in total (some mere ficlets but nvm), which averages out at about 6 comments per new fic, all on or around the date of publication.

Out of all of those 79 comments, only 13 comments came from people totally unknown to me (and 6 of those 13 were on one single fic in one recently popular and very active fandom).

18 comments were by people unknown to me, which have commented before though (and in total that was just 7 whole people). They might be subscribed to me or follow my tumblr because almost all of those were "date of publication" comments.

All the rest, 48 comments, are from people I personally know and am friends with (now) or at least tumblr acquaintaces with, which are actually just 11 people. And we already know one of them is responsible for 21 comments, which leaves 27 comments for the other 10 people, most of those, again, "date of publication" comments or "saw a reblog of mine on tumblr" comments.

I don't know how comparable my AO3 experience is with others because there's so many factors that play into this.

I don't know where I'm going with this other than me being incredibly grateful for those (tumblr) friends who are still loyally reading my fics (which is mostly 4 people + an assorted variety of guest stars) and I dread the moment they move into other fandoms.

It's putting some numbers to that feeling that if your story doesn't get read on that date of publication (or at least the first few days after), the chances of anyone commenting on it sink dramatically unless you attract the rare unicorn who will not only read and kudos your fics once they discover you but will also leave comments.

It's putting numbers to "the fanfic community only really works if we're a community" because strangers are so much less likely to leave a comment. It's "I know most of these people are writers's themselves" and know the joy of receiving comments. They don't see themselves as "consumers of content".

I am grateful I can get a little serotonin boost in the form of AO3's kudos email almost every day. But at some point, when my brain is not being kind to me and the world, you can't help feeling a little disgruntled at all these people who obviously read your story but didn't stop to say 'thank you.' Didn't say 'I liked this.'

I don't know where I'm going with this but to the people who still comment on my fics:

Thank You!

#ao3 #comment culture #fandom culture #fanficfloat #fandomfloat #yeo has thoughts and numbers and conflicting feelings #save to share if you feel like this is worth sharing #(just in case)#also: I know that there's people who have a much harder time and that I'm lucky that I have friends who comment #this is neither a flex nor a whine #this is just me trying to figure things out with numbers

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 6 months

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What is your favorite type of comment on your fics?

Oh Anon, you have no idea what you've done here. I have personally been so freaking lucky with both the level and the range of types of responses and comments I've gotten on my fics. I'd say that about 90% of the comments I've gotten over the years have been the kind that I love to receive. So here we go. In no particular order, my favorite kind of comments are:

Keysmashes

Coded in emojis (caveat of positive comments in emojis, i've received negative comments coded in emojis and don't care to repeat that experience)

Tell me how I made you cry/laugh/heartsick/horny/furious with the characters I don't care I just want you to feel things when you read my stories and tell me how I tortured you because I feed off your emotions... that sounded kinda dark

"This really resonated with me because..." Yes. I love hearing your real stories and how you connect to my works of fiction.

"How dare you." I see this as a challenge mwahahaha

Quote the story back to me and I will die in a puddle of writerly happiness. Quote it to me and comment on my words with your humorous take on it and I will love you forever.

"I forgot to eat/sleep/bathe..." Incredibly flattered but please practice better self care. <3

There is almost always at least That One Thing that I put into every chapter I post that made me personally cackle with glee or think that Hey maybe I'm not so bad at this writing thing. Find the thing and comment on it and you will have my undying love forever.

Regular commenters who comment often enough that I can tell who the comments are from without looking at usernames. you have no idea the kind of nirvana this experience causes.

Tumblr asks that start with "This made me think of your story..." I may explode with happiness.

"I'm so glad I found you/this story."

In short. Comment on the fics you love to give a writer instant serotonin boosts.

<3 kdnfb

#anonymous #look at that ask

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seekingjamaharon · 1 year

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Kirk/Spock Fic Recs

(These recommendations are not organized by rating, universe (AOS/TOS), or tags, so it is your responsibility to review before reading!)

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Veritas - theproblematique

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1141066/chapters/2308617

This story is an utter DELIGHT to read, from start to finish. There are several AMAZING scenes that LIVE ABSOLUTELY RENT FREE IN MY MIND. If you’ve read it, you know which ones I’m talking about. If you haven’t read it… my ask box will be open for you to come scream at me about it later!

Through Blind Men’s Eyes - ladyblahblah

https://archiveofourown.org/works/329721/chapters/532085

It’s exactly like the summary says–”Pon farr–with a twist.” But what a twist it is!!! There were points in this story where I had to put my phone down and walk around my room before my brain fried itself. The pacing is perfect. The characterization is perfect. The angst is perfect. The sex is perfect. It hits exactly the right notes with me, personally, in every single line. This fic changed me as a person.

For gladness of you - kariye

https://archiveofourown.org/works/610649

I’ve never read anything quite like this before. It’s like you’re watching someone paint, where first there are the rough outlines of color, and as you watch the artist goes back and adds shadows and highlights and everything starts to take shape. Once it’s finished you can see each detail that makes up the whole. Just a beautiful, wonderful story.

Also, there are rocks.

The Bond - WhatIfImaMermaid

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11593152/chapters/26056887

The premise of this story means that some of the usual tropes are reversed, and it’s just so sweet and earnest. I particularly like this version of AOS Jim and his relationship with the crew.

Spice - eimeo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/285483/chapters/455338

I know it’s more than a little ridiculous for me to recommend a story without having actually finished it, BUT: I started this story without realizing that it was essentially a retelling of The Motion Picture, which I have not seen, so I stopped reading about halfway through to give myself some time to catch up on my watch of the series. However, even with only a portion of this piece under my belt, I feel confident enough to say that it’s DEVASTATINGLY GOOD. The PINING. The LONGING. The YEARNING. Truly unparalleled.

The Marriage of True Minds - spicyshimmy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1020522/chapters/2029865

When I first saw this story in my AO3 results, I looked at the word count and said, “Impossible.” But one day when I was feeling ambitious, I opened a new tab, and the rest is history. I am now essentially a Spicyshimmy stan, and recommend their entire body of work. This particular work takes you on a JOURNEY. Both Spock and Jim learn and grow together, and it’s not perfect, but I adore Spicyshimmy’s Spocks–absolutely ADORE THEM. There’s a certain scene in Chapter 39 that had me laughing out loud. Even now, I’ll re-read it for a little boost of serotonin.

#spirk fic recs #spirk #the premise #star trek tos #fanfic #shout out to 2063april5 for inspiring me to make the list in the first place #thank you for the encouragement and sorry this took five million years #if anyone ever wants to send a story my way please do so!#my messages and ask box are open #and I'd be glad to chat/scream with you

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bauhausluvr · 6 months

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emailing M just for any kind of response so that i can get my serotonin boost from her 😞😞

to be fair they ARE valid questions that i need to know the answers to which i can only ask HER.... but with any other teacher i probably wouldn't bother at this point 😭

i just love how she goes out of her way to make every response slightly quirky LMFAO

#teacher crush community #teacher attachment

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moonjxsung · 16 days

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Is this star appreciation month! 😯

I gotta get in on this then...

Star, you are such an amazing writer. You treat your fans/wives with such respect (and you wonder why we love you?) I feel so much joy just reading your responses, like a serotonin boost of some sort. Even if Im tired you don't fail to make me smile girl.

You are defo one of the best people I've never met, I absolutely love your work, literally the best wife anyone could ask for (even if you steal other wives, we all are in a polyamorous relationship in some way with you)

If anyone says otherwise then they're a drongo cause...well, do I need to explain?

Love you my shooting star!

-💍

STOPPPPPPP U GUYS ARE GENUINELY MAKING ME SO EMOTIONAL TONIGHT WTAF……… I love you guys all so so so much more than I will ever be able to put into WORDS and I am so grateful we have the beautiful relationship that we do where we are all married (real) but also best friends (also real) and curate such a safe space on this little part of stayblr. I would not have half the motivation I have if it weren’t for you guys, the best part of my day is literally just going through my asks and catching up with all of u 🥹🫶

The amount of messages I’ve gotten this week from people saying they just follow me for my interactions alone….. unreal how fucking good you guys are so me. I will never get over you guys I am obsessed with every single one of you!!!!!!

Anyways. we are literally married and I love you and I love reading ur messages they truly make my DAYYYYY I’m so glad to have you here and I hope you stick around for as long as possible 💞💝💖💘💖💝💞🫶👼 I love you !!!!!!!

#💍 anon #ask

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mindyourfitnessofficial · 2 months

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How Exercise Keeps Your Mind Sharp and Your Stress at Bay

Dear fellow British fathers, are you feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders? With the responsibilities of fatherhood, career demands, and the never-ending to-do lists, it's no wonder that stress and anxiety can creep in. But fear not, because there's a simple solution that doesn't involve escaping to a remote island: exercise. Yes, you heard it right! Those trips to the gym aren't just about sculpting your physique; they're also crucial for managing your mental health. Let's dive into the wonderful world of exercise and its profound benefits for your mind.

As a father of two, I know your time is undoubtedly limited. But even squeezing in just three to four gym sessions a week can work wonders for your mental well-being. Here's how:

Stress Relief: Picture this: after a long day of juggling work meetings and kids' activities, you step into the gym. As you lace up your trainers and hit the treadmill, something magical happens. The stress of the day begins to melt away with each step. Exercise triggers the release of endorphins, those feel-good chemicals in your brain that act as natural painkillers and mood elevators. So, by the time you finish your workout, you'll feel lighter, more relaxed, and ready to tackle whatever life throws your way.

Improved Mood: Ever notice how your mood instantly lifts after a good workout? That's not just a coincidence. Exercise has been shown to alleviate symptoms of depression and anxiety by increasing the production of neurotransmitters like serotonin and dopamine. These brain chemicals play a crucial role in regulating mood, and by engaging in regular physical activity, you're giving them a major boost. So, the next time you're feeling down in the dumps, skip the pub and head to the gym instead. Your mind will thank you for it.

Enhanced Cognitive Function: As a dad, you need to stay sharp to keep up with your kids' endless energy and curiosity. Luckily, exercise can help with that too. Research has found that regular physical activity improves cognitive function, including memory, attention, and decision-making skills. So, by making exercise a priority, you're not just investing in your physical health; you're also giving your brain a much-needed workout. Who knows, you might even outsmart your little ones at their own games!

Better Sleep: Ah, sleep – every parent's elusive dream. But what if I told you that exercise could help you catch those precious z's? It's true! Regular physical activity has been linked to improved sleep quality and duration. By tiring out your body during the day, you'll find it easier to drift off to sleep at night and wake up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. So, instead of tossing and turning, hit the gym for a workout that will leave you feeling blissfully exhausted.

In conclusion, dear British dad, don't underestimate the power of exercise when it comes to managing your mental health. Those trips to the gym may seem like just another item on your never-ending to-do list, but in reality, they're essential for keeping your mind sharp and your stress levels in check. So, lace up those trainers, hit the treadmill and the weights, and let the endorphins do their magic. Your mental health will thank you for it, and so will your family

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DO IT FOR YOUR MENTAL HEALTH

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headoverheelsforramsey · 1 year

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Choices Fandom Appreciation

@choicesfandomappreciation

Hello everybody! I know I'm extremely late. I had a very hectic but fun week and was absent from all my socials. The turnout for this year's appreciation event is great! I have received so much love, support and encouragement in the past week and it means so very much. I haven't been able to respond to them yet but I promise I'll get to it soon.

I just wanted to take a moment and give a few shoutouts. I know I'll indefinitely miss some people but please know that I love and cherish each and every one of you. So without much ado...

First of all I'll have to start with @jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd and @starrystarrytrouble . You three were the very first people whose work I had read and I had completely fallen in love with it. Not only that, I draw great inspiration from you guys. You directly or indirectly helped me start creating and I'll be forever grateful for that.

Next up I'll have to tag some of my forever favourite writers here @gryffindordaughterofathena @potionsprefect @liaromancewriter @a-crepusculo @bex-la-get @jerzwriter @lsvdw-blog @lucy-268 @takemyopenheart @utterlyinevitable . Your stories are a boost of serotonin that make every bad day good. I'm so blessed to be able to witness the beautiful fictional world you have created. Thank you for all this amazing content.

I can't create this post without giving a huge shoutout to my Desi clan @/gryffindordaughterofathena @monsoonblooms12 @choicesfanaf . This place wouldn't be the same without you guys and I'm so thrilled that you are here. All of your MCs are so gorgeous and stunning and so beautifully me. It was so great to see a MC that looked like me. Keep up the good work guys.

Next I would like to tag the people who keep the fandom alive. @lovealexhunt for @choicesmonthlychallenge and @/choicesfandomappreciation , @/jerzwriter and @/lucy-268 for @choicesficwriterscreations , @/utterlyinevitable @/liaromancewriter @/gryffindordaughterofathena and @dr-collosal-pita for @openheartfanfics @openheartfanart and @openheartheadcanons . I can only just imagine how on earth y'all find time to manage real life responsibilities and a blog that should be a paid job in itself. Not only that you put together such beautiful events and help us get creative in numerous ways. Hat's off to you guys. Thank you for keeping the fandom alive.

I have had the luck to interact with some people who are the literal personalisation of sunshine. These are the people who make the fandom a fun positive space. @crazy-loca-blog @inlocusmads @lilyoffandoms @ofmischiefandmedicine @peonierose @quixoticdreamer16 @schnitzelbutterfingers @tessa-liam @/choicesfanaf @mvalentine You guys are the best! Thank you so much for all the love and support. Keep being your positive self.

There are some people who have supported me immensely from the very start. Reblogged or liked each of my fics. All of this without saying a word. @703cowbarn @different4strawberry @custaroonie @wanderingamongthewildflowers @little-flowers-on-heaven @shanzay44 @aishwarya26 @toadfrog26 @charisworld @brokenmemoriesblog @kyra75 @choicesaddict5 @zahrachoices I just want y'all to know that I see you, I appreciate you and I love you. Your support means the world to me and I hope you know that.

Finally I cannot end this post without mentioning a few people who is not active as much as they were before, but I still want them to know that I still think about you and I love you. Our time together might have been short but we made a lot of memories and that will forever stay with me. I hope you all are happy wherever you are now and are absolutely killing it out there. I wish you all the best in life. @mm2305 @starryeyedrookie @lawyerlies @monsoonblooms12 @rookie-mistakes @parisa-kh

Honorary mention : To the anon/s who send/s amazingly creative and interesting questions. You are a gem in this fandom. Never change.

#choices fandom appreciation week

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Fanfic ask game!!! I'm excited to see your answers!!

6: What’s the last line you wrote?

25: What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

36: What fic are you proudest of?

72: What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

74: Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Thank you!!! 💙💙💙

THANK YOU MIBOOOO 💜💜

6 - "Aether is having a very bad day." Heheheh >:)

25 - Worldbuilding, though most of that information is still just in my head. I need to write out my headcanons at some point. I also really enjoy the editing process! I'm a stream of consciousness writer, I let the words come out and hope they make sense. It's very satisfying to go back and see what I ended up with and fix what doesn't work. A lot of the time that results in me scrapping whole chunks of storytelling (cough the first half of Permafrost took seven rewrites cough), but that's okay! It's all part of the process!

36 - Ooooooh. Hmm. Probably Permafrost for the fact that it was my first gift fic, my longest so far, and for the fact that people really seemed to enjoy it! It was a struggle in several ways, but so worth it in the end. I was also super happy with Saint-Like Behaviour, I never do the squishy stuff and it was so well received!

72 - I read my comments whenever I need a serotonin boost, every single one of them. I treasure every single one. However, a couple stand out for sure.

For all the drama surrounding All Water Holy, there was some incredibly good feedback as well. One of my favorites was a longer comment that boiled down to this:

"Extremely well written and well conveyed emotions. I hate it. But it was great."

Also this one from @gayrickgrimes on And I Will Bathe in Your Devotion makes me giddy:

"I AM VERY FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT SWEAT KINKS THIS IS SO FUCKING PERFECT MIASMA"

74 - In general they've all been well received! I did think By Your Righteous Hand would get more attention, if I'm being up front, but I'm not upset by the response it got in the slightest! Considering the fact that I've only been active in the Ghost fandom since October, I have zero complaints!

#miasma says #mibo #this is so much funnnnn

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dukeoftheblackstar · 10 months

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Coffee Love

Author's Note:

I’ve been whumped by my own wip and it has really gotten me in a rut. I’ve had friends recommend I do something like a 500-word limit fic unrelated, but I couldn’t start no matter how much I tried. So, in my attempt of bouncing off ideas with someone, I ended up meeting my unexpected source of serotonin boost.

I’ve taken much of everything from the thread of our replies, integrated the tags as POV, made some revisions, and I genuinely enjoyed doing this and with this being something I actually want to post on my blog, here goes.

Pairing: Commander Fox as written by @i-need-more-caf and my self-indulgent OC, Duchess. Triggers: Flirty banter. Stressed people. That's the trigger. Two stressed, caffeine-addicted people, and occasional appearance of testicle face, Chancellor Palps.

And so begins the highlight of Duchess’ day as the Chancellor’s secretary — not to be confused by His Excellency’s advisor or any military designation, her role was more administrative. Solely responsible for every appointment and scheduled-based tasks that involved the Chancellor, the Senate, Corrie Guards and staff, and even certain affairs that the Chancellor sees fit to be informed of. Implied authority over any form of document — reports included, to be scanned and reviewed before they reach the Chancellor, and all requests to be evaluated prior approval.

Under the good graces of the Chancellor’s favor — considering her efficiency to ensure all needs of the Chancellor are met, primarily to retain a credible, untarnished, and professional reputation; she gets a pass. Not to mention being the saccharine face of the Executive Suite tends to set the mood for worried allies hoping to get an audience with the Chancellor to be at ease.

Having arrived an hour early for her shift, she hums into the soothing comfort of a homemade brew. The rich scent of hazelnut infused with the natural bitterness and potency of caf was truly a rousing touch to the soul. The abysmally dark tone of liquid in contrast to her clean, white, mug captivated not only silver irises that watched the quaint ripples as she blew onto the pool of heavenly, goodness that is caf; but had withered her resolve to not only scream into the void at the sight of erroneous reports that she has to fix as presented by her the monitors on her desk — but to also rob her of any desire to fulfill a shared dream with her work-husband.

A shared-fantasy that if further mused on of different possibilities is exhilaratingly arousing; crimes of passion in the form of arson, asphyxiation through possible food or drink poisoning, or accidental murder. The thought alone made her squirm in her seat with her knees tucked against each other — which then reminded her that said work-husband would certainly have pulled yet again an all-nighter.

An amused, soft chuckle before blessing her tastebuds with the fine drink that not only fueled her for the day, but fueled her to live on this god-awful planet of hate and misery. Good thing, there’s always one more miserable person than her; her beloved, Commander Fox.

yourcoruscantworkwife: Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look when you're stressed over work with no sleep for 3 days straight? I bet you smell like stale coffee and paper ink.

yourcoruscantworkwife: *dreamy sigh*😩😩😩

yourcoruscantworkwife has forwarded an attachment to your email marked urgent.|| Subject: CT-1010 Report Req fr. OtC. || Contents include: ‘Additional Paperwork marked ‘Discreet’. || Click to open Mark as Spam Block Mute

Basking on the warmth of the mug between her palms, Duchess scanned today’s agenda, scouring through everyone’s schedule and progression to ensure all is accounted for. It didn’t take long before her sight dropped to the corner of her screen as the notification came up.

i-need-more-caf: At this point, I just admire someone dedicating their time to me. Not many come to appreciate my work. So why don’t you swing by and let me thank you, ad'ika?

And the man of the hour — the man of every hour, had graced her with a response. And so begin their daily banter to alleviate any form of repressed feelings to align their focus to the work at hand like a proper soldier and secretary.

yourcoruscantworkwife: If by thanking me entails you painstakingly working on that report that's due later tonight, then yes. I don't know what it is Commander, but I see you stressed and I feel like I just want to jump you.

yourcoruscantworkwife: Anyhow. Here's a treat from me: a potently caffeinated version of java chip iced caf.

yourcoruscantworkwife: ☕🥤🍪☕🥤🍪☕🥤

i-need-more-caf: Oh don’t you worry, darling. This work will be taken care of like any other. ;)

yourcoruscantworkwife: Keep talking like that Commander and I really just might pop back in your office and give you more than a delicious cup of caf. Well.. Apart from anonymous reports that a certain staff of your squad has been quite disruptive...I mean.. Destructive.

“Thorn.” Fox sighed, tending to an itch on his graying crown before finding solace through rubbing both palms over his face, not wanting to add more to his already piled up to-do list. He grunts in sheer surrender, fully knowing that he’d have to check his men and coax them into just admitting a possible fault rather than another charade of poorly concocted lies and innocent excuses. Though that may be so, he loves them dearly —loves them enough to want to– Cut off by not wanting to leave Duch on-read, he types with an amused but tired smile.

i-need-more-caf: Oh? And what else could you offer me, ad'ika? Besides the caf and headache you seem to enjoy giving me?

i-need-more-caf: Perhaps you should come back to my office and tell me.

i-need-more-caf: Maybe you’ll catch me yell at my men. Wouldn’t you like that, sugar? Seeing me all frustrated and stressed out?

“I could get down to that.” She mumbles, biting her lip to suppress a fit of laughter.

yourcoruscantworkwife: Aww, I give you headaches now too? You spoil me! ~

yourcoruscantworkwife: *Sighs more dreamily* 😩😩😩

yourcoruscantworkwife: I would actually die for that, baby love.

yourcoruscantworkwife: You're so nasty, it's intoxicating.

yourcoruscantworkwife has forwarded two attachments to your email marked urgent.|| Subject: CT-1010 Report Req fr. OtC II & III. || Contents include: ‘Additional Paperwork marked ‘SorryNotSorry’. || Click to open Mark as Spam Block Mute

The caf machine broke earlier in the wee hours of morning and he is yet to have his fix. The men knew this and have done right by steering clear of a now sleep-deprived, always - death-starved, easily-annoyed- to- the - brink - of - potentially - committing - a - murderous - spree embodiment of stress and exhaustion in a form of a man.

As he sees the incoming prompt of yet another set of attachments that indicated additional paperwork, Fox groans and seeks the comfort of his gloved fingers tending to massage his temples. He looked at the request, tapping and scrolling, reading and reviewing — with full intent of screaming, crying, and shooting; either someone or himself because the very core life support that retains his sanity and patience remains broken.

He balls a fist with eyes closed, briefly peeking at the now decommissioned caf machine that would beep occasionally and hiss as if to taunt him for the abuse of constantly brewing as if water and any other beverages didn’t exist. He takes to what the medical team would often remind him — breathing exercises to not assuage the dire need of caf in his system, but to allow the festering rage and fleeting patience to not consume him.

i-need-more-caf: Nasty?

i-need-more-caf: Oh I am about to become very dirty, darling.

A thud from his head meeting the desk shamelessly. A sight that can be easily pulled up from her desk through the security cameras installed throughout the building — a delightful perk for being an administrator/secretary.

Trying her utmost best to stifle either a groan of unabashed pleasure or an evenly matched fits of laughter, she bites her tongue and sends an audio through his personal comms in a very sultry manner. “By the way, Foxxy ~ That's due in an hour.” Nearly morphing into a shriek as she gazed at the time indicator on her computer, she adds. “Oh, my bad... Half... An... Hour ~!”

Amidst the chaos that is simply his career and existence, he appreciated the contact as much as the banter and headache. He felt a shiver run down his spine that then merited a fine mix between a growl and a groan. “You do know how to work me up, darling. Have you waited all day to give me these? Waited all day, making me believe that, maybe today was an alright day? Just to ruin me once more?”

Shaking his head, Fox returns to his work. With every two minutes passing, he suppresses the urge to walk into the chancellor’s office to strangle the man with his bare hands. After all, it’s not like the Chancellor had asked him to send some of his men to search for a new Zillo Beast, right?

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.In. Out. In. In. In. In. Oof — Out.

"Oh, kriff!~ I love it when you do that! Makes me exceptionally in the mood to just ~ Unf!" Duchess groans were quite suggestively exhilarated that Fox could hear the sound of papers scrunched — crumpled between presumably her fingers.

"Baby, you know I did! ~ I had to resist the urge to give it to you six hours ago when the Chancellor asked me to do so. I wanted it to be a surprise since you work so, damn, hard, behind your sexy, little, task-piled desk that smells like fresh paper ink and caf. ~"

This was beyond pleasure; it was sacrilegious.

“Duchess.”

And as her home-brewed caf was rich with the scent of hazelnut infused with the natural bitterness and potency of caf that truly is a rousing touch to the soul, the guttural sound that fell through his lips was rich with exhaustion that is far from rousing anything from his soul than the sweet release of death — the way her name rolled off his mouth with such debilitation, that it almost sounded ‘soft’.

“Ad'ika. You are driving me insane. Keep pushing and my hair will be completely grey in a few days.”

His voice is deep, rough and yet clear like burning ice. The need to destroy something, anything intensifies — yet he feels so heavy and tired to even lift his arm. It doesn’t help that he’s started seeing everything double either. At least he got the work done. Fox isn’t sure if he would survive the dreaded 'meeting' with the chancellor later, if he hadn’t.

And the caf machine remains broken.

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out.In. Out. In. In. In. In. Oof — Out.

Duchess made such an indiscernible noise that one could only associate it to a whore having her fix — and by that, the whore being Duchess and the fix being a very stressy-depressy Foxxy baby.

"Grey is sexy, Commander." She replies with a giggle, sending him a snippet of an email from the Chancellor — purposely cropped to only highlight the task at hand without any context. The cropped image reads; "Please have Commander Fox personally check the ----".

"Do I dare make it more exciting by sending you the... Full.. Uncut... Unadulterated..." With each word, her tone pitches more to a nearly orgasmic tune. "Brimmed with a fine, bulleted list of your to-do-list email for tomorrow, my sweet, overly worked, stressed work- husband?"

Fox stared at the image long and hard — eyes blown wide, dark with lust for death. His tired heart races and his fingers dig into the datapad clutched between hands itching to hurt. Six times had his weary eyes scanned the headline; Duchess’ voice a persistent distraction and root of daggers to his worn out soul.

“Duch. You know that I don’t beg.” He replies, suppressing the urge to hurl the datapad across his desk and onto the unforgiving wall. Oh, how much Fpx would just love to just jump out through the next window was something of an enigma he would like to reveal. But his men need him. His work wife needs him. The Chancellor needs him. With disgust he taps impatiently on his desk as he waits for his unhinged woman to just end him right here and now.

“Send me the whole thing, ad'ika. I’m sure I will be able to please you just right.”

"Are you sure about that, my love?" And it now has come to the point of no return. The high of her daily devotion to the Office of the Chancellor — the decadent surrender to having been appointed to ensure the Chancellor's wishes are met in terms of desk work, but to have been given the pleasure of weaving everything Coruscant’s precious errand boy's day to day requirement is truly a dream come true.

"But where's the fun in tha---" Her voice cuts off to a very familiar, elderly tune.

"Ah, Duchess. Looking lovely as ever. I take it the reports I've requested about the rumored spice being smuggled under our noses is near completion? "

Her reply to said voice was sweet, almost without an ounce of stress or protest — innocent maybe, angelic even. "Good evening, Chancellor. You spoil me. I'm sure..." Duchess pauses, mustering all strength from the galaxy to not break as she purposely adjusted her commlink for better sound recognition and volume. "Commander Fox is at polishing its completion. Right... Commander?"

"Ah, Commander. I see you have time to chat up my lovely secretary. Are those reports ready?"

Fox almost immediately jumped on his seat —, back firmly straightened as he heard the Chancellor’s voice; hands clenched to fists. Hearing him talk to Duch, stirs something in his gut causing his heartbeat to take on a faster pace. He remains silent, keeping his breath inside as he listens to Duchess respond. Her voice, ridiculously fake —it was all he could think of. But before he could feel even a pinch of sympathy for her, he gets thrown under the speeder. Now thoughts of her feigned laughter had morphed into the age-old question of ‘How to politely tell the Chancellor to kriff off without getting fired, decommissioned, or killed.’

“Sir. The reports are ready.”

Fox’s own voice switches from utterly exhausted to a monotone deep — one free from any hate, anger or stress. He wanted to add more, but reminded himself that the Chancellor hadn’t asked him for more. So he remains silent with palms cold and sweaty.

"Good. Have them sent over so I may review them. I expected them to be far more detailed this time, Commander." — Not very good, not best, not excellent, just good. And the shared dream of these two work-married, yet-to-meet friends under the pressure of their work-lives continue to burn; the dream being a crime of passion in the form of arson.

Duchess felt a bit guilty and whined to herself hearing Fox so beaten; beaten to the point of being a monotonous corporate slave. It wasn't fun like how they'd do it; their banter was far from how she'd wish the chancellor would go a bit easy on Fox since he's by far one of the busiest and most efficient clones in Coruscant.

As the Chancellor bid his farewell with disinterest, as opposed to how peppered Duchess gets with compliments on keeping face (no one would want to hear the esteemed chancellor berating women); Duchess pulled her seat close to her desk and replied. "I'd poison his caf but he makes me take a sip first. Sorry, baby. He'll need you here in fifteen minutes. I can feel it."

Fox has gone quiet. Quiet, because he knows how kriffed he is. He hadn’t slept for four days. He isn’t worried about mistakes in his work, but rather more worried about the quantity of it. There is no way he had enough time to be 'far more detailed'. He doesn’t blame Duchess; even if she had given him the work earlier, he wouldn’t have had the time to meet the Chancellor’s expectations. Though this doesn’t mean that Duchess isn’t driving him crazy with the way she delays his work and ruins his plans.

Momentarily lost to himself, Fox blinks realizing that he hasn't answered back. “Don’t worry about it, ad'ika. I promised to please you, didn't I?” He snorts dryly, exhaustion returning into his rough voice. He doesn’t want to make her worry, doesn’t want to worry anyone. He does a shitty job at that, but he can’t be perfect in everything, can he?

"Come up, baby. I got something with your name on it." As much as she adores testing Fox's patience, she's come to memorize Fox's pattern when it comes to his reports — particularly when he's dead tired. After all, it wouldn't be fun if he gets decommissioned for inconsistencies.

She takes her phone out and sends Fox a picture of her famous hazelnut, homemade brew; a shy trail of smoke indicating how it's just been made and a sticker on the cup with hearts — the cup with inscription in Mando'a that translates; "Fox's little bitch" — which is a play on their ‘couple mug’ wherein Fox owns with the phrase “Fox’s a little bitch”.

"And yes, don't worry. He's not gonna lop your head off this time." With confidence knowing his schedule, she sends another photo of a similar report to fox to compensate for certain details he might have missed seeing as his schedule is overflowing. "I've got you, babe."

The kriffer doesn’t even hesitate to leave his office to retrieve the offered caf. He is so dry of caffeine, he can barely think. Quiet and quick, he tries his best to go unnoticed. In his inconspicuous attempt, he doesn’t bother to knock at her office door, and just marches himself right in. Neither a hello, a good morning — Nothing.

“Where is it?” Voice deep and rich with an underlying tone of desperation. Gaze urgently sought about the confinements of her office, only to cease upon meeting her silver irises.

"Maker, you look like absolute shit. I'm in love." Duchess sighs dreamily as she motions for him to come closer. Gently picking the cup of fine hazelnut-flavor caf as to not spill or burn herself, she hands it across her desk to Fox. "It's hot, please don't burn your mouth again. I can't keep telling the medical staff that you purposely chugging hot caf is not a condition, but a personal choice — a lifestyle if you will.”

"I'm almost tempted to file a replacement request for your caf-dispenser seeing you like this. But woe, woe, woe, at what cost?" She feigns a gasp, trying not to laugh through their whispered conversation.

"Duchess, has Commander Fox arrived yet?" The intercom from her desk beeps with the Chancellor's voice; tTo which she replies, "No sir. Should I pick him up myself?"

"I don't understand the delay. It's not as if I ask too much of him." Came the Chancellor’s remark.

#♝#I did the thing #my dearest #I am obsessed with you #stressy-depressy work marriage

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