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Coffee Break

I wasn’t joking about getting really into Hi-Fi Rush, especially Chai. <3 I haven’t found any Chai/Reader fics yet, so I wanna thank y’all for joining me as I wander into this brave new frontier! And as I said in my friend’s Hi-Fi Rush stream, “the world gave me two silly failboys with a robot arm at once and im gonna dual wield them like samurai swords”

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GN! Reader, Barista Reader, puns, pining Chai (I totally see him as the type to be so pathetic with a crush, but as soon as he knows you like him back he goes back to full cockiness)

“Alright, mission report. Just picking up a coffee, no big deal. Order something simple, yet masculine. Something that screams ‘confidence.’ Make some small talk, throw in a wink, end with something open to meeting again, nothing too final. ‘See you next time?’ No, no, way too forward. 'Catch ya later?’ Ooh, now we’re talking. Just the right mix of laid-back and friendly. You got this, big man. You totally got this!”

“Chai, what the hell are you doing?”

If Chai let out a very uncool yelp at Peppermint getting the jump on him like that, at least she had the decency to do it before he was within earshot of you. He wheeled around, stumbling into her and shoving her back around the building corner he was peeking around as he watched you work.

“Peppermint! Heyyy… What are, uh, what are you doin’ here?”

She cocked a single, dark eyebrow in his direction. “Uhh, getting a coffee? That’s what the cafe is for, isn’t it?”

“Pshh, yeah, totally. Totally… Coffee.”

Truth be told Chai wasn’t even that big of a coffee fan. If you slapped a hot coffee and a tall can of a chilled energy drink on the table in front of him he’d definitely choose the sugary-sweet brainrush over the bitter bean water. But he wasn’t lurking awkwardly around the courtyard outside the Vandelay campus cafe for coffee. He was doing it for you.

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Go check out this story, it won't disappoint

¸¸.•¨¯`•. CAST AND SUMMARY OF TAKE ME BACK

TAKE ME BACK

' . . . 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕.

Olivia Anderson had everything some could only dream of. A house by the lake, married to the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and a best friend she had known since she was a child. Her marriage was worth giving up the hectic life in the city and moving somewhere quiet, after all, the Andersons needed more space for their own future family because the unlikely couple wanted at least two or three children. But the peace began to crumble after Olivia lost their first child. Both deeply immersed in their grief, this one fate changed Hugh significantly more than his wife. The loving, caring husband became a bitter, grief-stricken prick. Ultimately, Hugh crossed boundaries, physically hurting his wife, that could cost him his marriage. Only when he clearly went too far did he realize that he needed help if he didn't want to lose Olivia. Could he ever regain Olivia's trust? Hugh didn't know, but he would literally die for that woman and all he so desperately wanted was to come back home and get his life and his old self back.

18+ ⚠️ This is a story about domestic violence, don't read any further if this is a trigger for you! In no way am I defending or romanticizing domestic violence, I just want to show that abusive people can change with the right support system, especially if they haven't been abusive their whole life already. If they really want to change, they can do it and that's what this story is about. Plus, a huge age gap!

𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣-𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 | 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 | 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 | 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙖 | 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝟲𝟬' 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝟳𝟬'𝙨 | 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 | 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 | 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙-𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 | 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜-𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 | 𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 | 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙂𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙅𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝙃𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 | 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙨𝙞𝙭 | 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 | 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝟲𝟬'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝟳𝟬'𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 | 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡 | 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 | 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 | 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 | 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨

𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙧 | 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 | 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 | 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 | 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 | 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 | 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 | 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙧

𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 | 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙩𝙬𝙤 | 𝙙𝙮𝙚𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 | 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙚 | 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙩 | 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 | 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 | 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙮 | 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙡

𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ↓

𝘏𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴! 𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘣, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝟣𝟪 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 🥰

𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ⚠️

- 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦! 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 if 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥

𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦! 𝘰𝘤 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦! 𝘰𝘤.

- 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦

𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

- 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦/𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

- 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴; 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬.

- 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦.

Absolute masterpiece of a development 🌪️ To have such a different light shed on our protagonists and get to look at the hidden faces of the types of profile we usually root for (well at least Padmé and Bail when it comes to the Senate) is such a refreshing take.

Can’t wait for Chapter 1, this is gonna hurt and I’m so here for it !! 🔥

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CW: discussions of child labor, discussions of slavery (both in fictional settings)

This is a surprise and bonus chapter. As I did my final revisions, I started to add additional considerations. I thought about three extra paragraphs, but I ended up with 6,000+ words. I hope they offer something comprehensive. If you feel like it, let me know what you think. Cheers!

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In the annals of galactic history within the Star Wars universe, few periods rival the Clone Wars for its impact on the Galactic Republic and the subsequent rise of the Galactic Empire. At the heart of this epochal shift stands the clone army, created and trained on the planet Kamino to defend the Republic from the Separatist droid forces. Beyond its central role in warfare, the existence and deployment of this, by all intent and purpose, enslaved army spawns a complex web of economic dependencies and strategic advantages that extends far beyond the battlefield.

However, the source material barely (if at all) explores this complex web, a neglect this examination tries to correct. The goal is to identify and ponder how the Republic and its associated key players derive profit and power from using clone soldiers. While the story tends to center on their military efficiency and necessity, this essay focuses on their additional role as strategic assets to influence economic sectors and bolster political alliances. This leads to the pivotal yet understudied phenomenon of what I want to term the Clone-Industrial Complex as a framework for understanding the multifaceted network surrounding the production, training, deployment, and upkeep of clone soldiers. To develop this concept, I’ll draw upon interpretations based on the source material but considerably more from personal world-building rooted in speculation to delve deeper into the possible economic, political, and moral dimensions of the galaxy's reliance on cloned soldiers.

I will intentionally omit the Jedi, who, while compliant and involved in executing the Republic's strategy of fighting with clones, are not responsible for determining the laws that allow such an approach. Instead, this study focuses on the Senate's legislators who betray a central principle of the Republic by licensing slavery. The story frames this development exclusively as a necessary step in countering the Separatist’s aggression, but I’m not willing to ignore all the gains the ruling class derives from institutionalizing slavery. Yes, we all have principles, but everyone has their price. “Grub first, then ethics.”

However, the writing of Star Wars tends to be a little all over the place, confused, vague, and contradictory at times. So, before we can embark on this journey, I feel like I need to get you on board with some assumptions, observations, and conclusions I infer to explain how the Galactic Republic works. We need a foundation to erect the Clone-Industrial Complex on. Hence, to establish the Clone-Industrial Complex as an auxiliary system that sustains the primary system of the Galactic Republic, we need to understand the latter’s (possible) integral mechanisms, dynamics, and operations.

“Politics is the art of the possible.” Let’s try to narrow down the possible within the framework of the Galactic Republic.

The Star Wars prequels and the animated series "The Clone Wars" generally offer shallow criticism of the causes leading to corruption, exploitation, and power imbalances. Often, they are the manifestation of vile individuals doing vile things with vile intentions in relative isolation while omitting economic, socio-economic, and sociological dynamics in political developments. Instead, they focus on the personal actions, vices, and virtues of central figures like Anakin, Padmé, and Obi-Wan. Tensions and conflicts are presented more as enigmatic outcomes of obscure maneuvering in the background rather than the result of complex interactions between actors or factions with interests, intentions, causes, motivations, etc. The Republic and its principles serve primarily as a backdrop for heroic actions and the perceived noble positions of key characters. While "The Clone Wars" explores some political and social issues in more detail, these explorations primarily serve as a stage for the key figures. The approach centers on how experiences affect these characters, focusing on their personal growth and struggles. Their own roles, contributions, and benefits from systematic issues are seldom addressed, indicating a significant lack of introspection, yet they often offer harsh judgments for non-allied/non-aligned characters and factions.

The one episode (Pursuit of Peace, TCW, Season 3, Episode 11) that tries to deal with class struggle centers Padmé Amidala, who acts perplexed as her maid Teckla Minnau reveals how much she and her kids struggle because of the war. Padmé then continues to use Teckla’s story as inspiration for the speech she had difficulty writing. The episode hints at Padmé’s disconnect from the economic realities those in lower social strata face; her reaction to Teckla’s plight suggests a lack of awareness about these conditions. The episode, however, is about Padmé finding a solution to her struggle with selling her agenda in the Senate, not about her role as a neglectful employer who perpetuates the very conditions she turns up her nose at when she makes it her mission to speak for the disenfranchised.

A key question that keeps bugging me as I try to understand the Republic is how the people in the story universe understand, define, and agree on the concept behind the term democracy. Which values inform it? What standards apply?

I can’t help but ask these questions because I struggle to categorize the Galactic Republic as a democracy when I apply my own standards.

Sorry, it doesn’t compute; too many aspects don’t add up.

There are too many inconsistencies and deviations from what I consider foundational for a (healthy and functional) democracy. Hence, I’m left to infer how specific elements, rules, philosophies, values, etc., shape and inform the understanding and practice of democracy within the Star Wars universe from observations in the source material.

I conclude that we can assume the following basic agreement as the generally accepted framework of democracy on a galactical level among Republic members: "We don't dictate how everyone runs their society. We consent; we don't control. Decisions that affect all members are made together. We don't invade each other—physically or ideologically."

These principles emphasize planetary autonomy, mutual respect, and collective decision-making, theoretically ensuring that all member systems retain their sovereignty and participate in governance.

This basic framework allows us to specify further approaches and limitations of democracy as understood, lived, and valued within the  Galactic Republic.

a) Scope of Democracy: This view of democracy emphasizes principles such as non-interference in internal affairs, consent rather than control, and collective decision-making that affects all members equally. This view suggests a more hands-off approach to governance, where different systems or planets maintain autonomy while collaborating on broader issues that affect them collectively. The Galactic Republic operates as a loose coalition of planets rather than a centralized government with extensive control.

b) Non-Invasive Governance: Under this framework, democracy isn't about imposing one system or ideology on others but rather respecting diversity and allowing each entity to govern itself according to its own norms, traditions, needs, and values.

Under these considerations, we can construct a complex and multifaceted approach to the concept democracy. As further explorations will reveal, it does not necessarily hold up to the scrutiny of all real-life standards and ideals of democracy (as far as I’m concerned, at least), but our current goal is not to determine how democratic the Galactic Republic is measured by real-life ideals. I’m trying to identify the parameters that apply in the universe.

Neutrally expressed, the Galactic Republic illustrates a form of governance where democratic elements are interwoven with aristocratic and meritocratic elements, creating a unique political system that accommodates the diverse cultural practices, material needs, and historical contexts of its member planets. By the conditions and goals present in the story universe, this is a reasonable approach, which indicates that accommodating the specific background of each member system is prioritized over, e.g., direct involvement of the citizens in shaping the Senate as the most powerful body of government. The latter is optional, not mandatory.

For instance, on Naboo, the officiating royal appoints certain officials based on their skills and reputation rather than through a public electoral process. This practice suggests a blend of meritocracy and aristocracy, where leadership roles are filled by individuals deemed most capable by existing leaders. Padmé Amidala's appointment by the queen underscores a system where merit, reputation, and diplomatic skills seem to play a significant role in leadership selection, instead of democratic elections. Padmé, who proofed herself as a competent and compassionate leader during her tenure as queen, is chosen to represent Naboo in the Galactic Senate. This selection method highlights the importance of individual capabilities and past performance in leadership roles, reflecting a belief that experienced and skilled leaders are best suited to handle complex political responsibilities.

In Padmé’s case, her selection likely reflects the people’s will as they are presented as content with their system and trusting of her character and skills. However, subtracting this specific actor from the operation reveals a fragile system dependent on the royal’s benevolence and judgment.

Furthermore, the Gungan population was historically unrepresented until a crisis necessitated their inclusion. This highlights systemic inequalities and the reactive rather than proactive approach to inclusivity. Hence, we observe a democratic system marked by a form of representation that could potentially exclude large segments of the population from direct legislative participation. This structure places a substantial amount of trust in a relatively small group of individuals to act in the best interests of the wider population.

Such a model holds considerable risks. It presupposes that those appointed or disproportionately represented are inherently virtuous and committed to the common good. This reliance on the hope that leaders are principled and benevolent likely leads to governance that doesn’t reflect the diverse needs and desires of all its constituents. We observe this in Pursuit of Peace, where the solution to Teckla’s struggle as an individual of the working/lower class depends on the grace and mercy of Padmé as a representative of the ruling class whose perspective is immensely limited by her upbringing in wealth and among the cultural elite.

However, as we established, citizen participation isn’t an obligational aspect of the definition of democracy in the Star Wars universe. Accommodating each system’s approach to reflecting the values and traditions of its people is the priority. In systems where appointments are customary, the legitimacy of such appointments perfectly aligns with the planet's interpretation of representative governance. If the people support this system and see it as legitimate and reflective of their values, it does not inherently conflict with democratic principles as practiced within that specific cultural context. In this sense, democracy in the Republic insists on a hyper-liberal approach to accepting and including different forms of governance in the alliance. Everyone’s valid – monarchies, aristocracies, epistocracies, theocracies, democracies, fascist technocracies (the chapter The Kaminoan Agenda will clarify and justify this claim. In my estimation, there is sufficient ground to categorize the Kaminoans as fascist technocracy.)

Nonetheless, this practice creates significant barriers to transparency and accountability as the distance between the representatives and the represented widens. A key feature of democracy in contemporary real-life settings is that the represented occasionally have the opportunity to replace the representatives on top if they suck at their job. In theory, at least, and, yes, I am painfully aware of how overemphasized the effect and power of this control mechanism is in most cases, but that’s not the topic of this exploration.

My point is that the Republic’s version of democracy does not even apply the theory of this accountability mechanism to its overarching governmental system. There is a structural absence of citizen participation in the legislature.

Additionally, the criteria for determining the number of seats per member unit are unclear. While some planets, like Naboo, have multiple seats in the Senate, other sectors, which may encompass multiple planets, share a single representative. Factors like political favoritism could skew representation and lead to inequalities among members: Naboo’s second seat may have been the subject of a vote. It gained the approval of the necessary majority of senators because everyone hoped it would earn points with the newly installed chancellor from Naboo.

Hence, the representation within the Senate itself is not uniformly distributed. This disparity in representation underscores a critical tension within the Republic’s democratic framework: although all member systems are theoretically equal, the practical allocation of political power suggests that some members wield more influence than others. Despite her strong advocacy for liberty and democracy, famously lamenting “So this is how liberty dies? With thunderous applause,” Padmé never addresses the overrepresentation of her own planet in the Senate in comparison to other members.

[Note: I want to clarify that I’m not saying how Padmé is actually responsible for all these problems. The source material is just aggressively centering her work as a politician, insisting that she is the champion of liberty and democracy. Her views, actions, behaviors, etc. are hence the most reliable source and reference in identifying and assessing the democratic ideals within the Republic. I don’t expect her to be above the limitations of her upbringing in the ruling class, the rules of the system she has to navigate and the effects of the immense responsibilities she carries. I just feel like that the source material, enhanced through audience perception, forces her into this archetypical role of the just ruler, embodying moral and ethical purity. That is certainly rooted in sexist, possibly misogynist, writing where her role as the one central female character is to balance out and fix the failures, vices, and flaws of the men in her life (her lover and husband Anakin, her mentor Palpatine), ultimately reducing her to a victim of their betrayal. Consistently highlighting Padmé’s success, her impeccable diplomacy, etc., while resisting to engage with her limitations, contributes to a one-dimensional depiction that doesn’t do the character justice.]

Additionally, I think we can assume neoliberal ideals and capitalist assumptions as the components that construct and carry the value system within the Galactic Republic and its democracy. I base this assumption on the observation that mega-corporations are integral to its political structure. CEOs or at least corporate representatives have seats in the Republic parliament. I’m emphasizing this because not even our (real-world) most neoliberal and capitalist societies and governments go this far.

[Note: Characters in Star Wars certainly wouldn’t use the meta terms neoliberal and capitalist; I use these words to describe what I see and explain the state of affairs. But integrating mega-corporations in the parliament indicates a general consent to and confidence in the concepts defining these terms as ‘good’. I can only describe this as disturbing and dystopian. This aspect is a big deal for me and the most significant reason why I can’t and won’t categorize the Galactic Republic as a democracy by my own standards and ideals.]

This narrative choice indicates a strong adherence to neoliberal ideals and capitalist principles within (the ruling class of) the Galactic Republic. The absence of critique or skepticism from characters framed as outstandingly virtuous, like Padmé Amidala or Bail Organa, implies a systemic endorsement of corporate influence in governance, reflecting a worldview where economic prosperity and market dynamics are seen as inherently good and conducive to societal well-being.

This allows the speculation (in the context of this exploration, I’ll treat it as a given) that there is an emphasis on minimal government intervention, market-driven solutions, and the belief in the efficiency of private enterprise within the framework of the Galactic Republic and its democracy. I also presume an ideological tendency to prioritize economic growth and competition that guide beneficial outcomes through self-interest, as suggested by the notion of the ‘invisible hand’.

The concept of the 'invisible hand,' as articulated by economist Adam Smith, posits that individuals acting in their own self-interest within a free market inadvertently contribute to the overall prosperity of society. This occurs through increased productivity, innovation, and resource allocation guided by supply and demand dynamics.

In the context of Star Wars, the acceptance of mega-corporations within the parliament highlights a form of governance in which economic prowess and corporate influence are integral to decision-making processes.

In the run-up to the Clone Wars, the Republic strived for de-escalation. As part of this effort, it likely sought to maintain these corporations within its political fold. This is evidenced by initiatives like the loyalty committee, where Padmé served as a member, aimed at securing allegiance and preventing secession.

There are several strategies and options for diplomatically strengthening bonds, loyalty, and cooperation, but I’m afraid we have to assume that one of the tactics includes offering concessions to the conditions of the Space Elons Musks and Jeff Bezos’ to prevent them from joining the Separatists, calling Space Boston Dynamics and ordering robots to invade and fuck up your home world. It is established that Padmé was aggressively anti-military escalation (comprehensible, given her history and the trauma of Naboo’s invasion). Under this condition agreeing tp your opponent’s demands is likely your only option, if they are less reluctant to issue military force. This probable dynamic highlights the significance of mega-corporations to the Republic’s overall stability and prosperity.

The Republic’s efforts to retain mega-corporations within its jurisdiction culminate in conflicts and conspiracies, such as attempts on Padmé Amidala’s life orchestrated by figures who feel threatened by the success of her involvement and guidance in managing the delicate relationship between Republic and Separatists. These events underscore the high stakes in maintaining economic unity and political stability within the Star Wars universe while also revealing the complexities of balancing corporate influence, political maneuvering, and ideological discord within a system that aims to be both democratic and economically strong.

Considering all the above – a hyper-liberal approach to planetary autonomy (“Everyone is valid.”), intertwined with what we call neoliberal capitalism and the ideals of the invisible hand – provides  a nuanced perspective and possible explanations that make the inner workings of the Galactic Republic appear much more consistent, robust, and consequent. However, it definitely challenges us to adjust our expectations to values and concepts like democracy, liberty, justice, etc., if we want to understand them in the in-universe context of the Galactic Republic.

By our standards, it won’t be a flattering investigation into the legal and societal norms of the Galactic Republic because, as I said I can only describe the unique blend between hyper-liberalism, substantial and structural lack of citizen participation, and neoliberal and capitalist ideals as disturbing and dystopian. For me, the Clone-Industrial Complex is just a symptom of this dystopia in disguise.

However, all of that is personal world-building rooted in my interpretative speculations. If it doesn’t apply, let it fly.

I’m going to start with a bold hypothesis: In the Star Wars prequel era, the Galactic Republic's understanding of democracy can be seen as accepting the practice of child labor.

One notable observation is Naboo’s tradition of electing young girls into the office of head of state. For example, Padmé Amidala was elected queen at 13, tasked with significant responsibilities and executive duties. This norm suggests that Naboo, and possibly the wider Republic, values youth in leadership roles, potentially extending this acceptance to other forms of labor. The role of the Queen involves high-stakes decisions, diplomacy, and executive responsibilities, in Padmé’s case, including managing crises like the Trade Federation's invasion. The danger associated with this role necessitates a group of handmaidens, also young girls, who serve as decoys, indicating an acceptance of the use of their labor, too (including life-risking aspects).

After serving as Queen, Padmé transitions to a successful senatorial career. This trajectory supports the argument that early engagement in significant roles prepares individuals for future responsibilities, aligning with a meritocratic and neoliberal view that early labor develops a highly skilled workforce.

Engaging children in work from a young age could be seen as a way to produce a well-prepared and competent workforce, maximizing individual capital from an early age. Early labor might be seen as providing children with invaluable skills, resilience, and experience, inadvertently benefiting society by creating highly capable adults.

Padmé’s fondness for her cultural traditions and practices might suggest a societal acceptance of child labor. If ruling a planet is seen as an acceptable role for a child, it is difficult to argue against other forms of labor, like working in factories. Even a champion of fairness and empathy like Padmé would face personal, political, and cultural dilemmas in opposing child labor. Challenging this practice – even the idea of it – requires confronting and challenging Naboo’s deeply ingrained traditions and laws on the constitutional level, potentially undermining practices she and her people value and respect.

Cild labor, including in leadership roles, emphasizes efficiency and productivity, which I deem present in the internal workings of the Republic’s value system.

Under this framework, it is plausible to see children engaging in labor from an early age as developing critical skills and competencies that contribute to the overall prosperity and stability of the Republic. The practice of electing young leaders on Naboo is a potential indicator for a general acceptance of children in significant roles, reflecting an ideal where abilities and potential are recognized and utilized irrespective of age. This system might aim to harness the full potential of its citizens from a young age, ensuring that talent and capability are maximized for the benefit of society. The acceptance of young leaders and, thus, child labor, is deeply embedded in the cultural traditions of planets like Naboo (or factions like the Jedi). These traditions might be respected and upheld within the broader framework of the Republic (“Everyone is valid. We don’t dictate how each of us runs their society. We don’t invade each other ideologically.”), suggesting a potential societal consensus on the value and benefits of early labor and responsibility.

Leaders like Padmé Amidala are likely to uphold the cultural practices of their home worlds. This includes the acceptance of child labor as a norm, particularly when it is framed within the context of preparing young individuals for future leadership and societal roles. The Republic’s governance involves balancing democratic ideals with practical considerations. Child labor, while unacceptable by real-world standards (in theory; in practice, it is highly dependent on whether the children are white or not), is justified within the Republic’s framework as a means to ensure efficiency, skill development, and cultural continuity.

My second bold hypothesis: Anti-slavery is a defining principle of the Galactic Republic. However, the laws of the Republic differentiate between “slavery” and “mandatory service” through specific criteria and regulations. Slavery, as seen on planets like Tatooine, involves a complete lack of freedom and choice, often enforced through extreme measures such as the threat of death. In contrast, mandatory service within the Republic is regulated to maintain fundamental rights, even if the labor is compulsory.

To put this in perspective, many countries and democracies have compulsory military service that conscripts people of a certain age and demands their time and labor for a limited period. This concept could also be integral for the armed forces of different planets and systems in the Galactic Republic. However, mandatory service does not only have to be applied to armies.

It can also cover civilian services such as nursing or childcare, which would strengthen social structures and equip young people with skills and competencies that contribute to societal harmony. Additionally, on planets with extreme climatic conditions, mandatory service could reliably organize emergency responses to protect people, the environment, and valuable material assets before or during disasters, ensuring adequate supplies and safety. This approach to mandatory service enhances societal resilience and fosters a sense of duty and community among citizens. The Galactic Republic could create the legal foundations to allow worlds to enjoy these benefits while protecting individuals. This framework would uphold the principle that each member can freely organize its population and society, ensuring that local customs and needs are respected while promoting the common good. Legal safeguards ensure that mandatory service programs are fair and equitable, and do not exploit participants, balancing the benefits of compulsory labor with the protection of individual rights. Republic members may only implement mandatory service after registration and approval by an official Republic body with the responsibility of regular audits and checks. This official Republic body only gives approval to mandatory service programs if they can state a public benefit.

What might the legal foundations look like?

Possible Key Differences Between Slavery and Mandatory Service (in Star Wars universe):

1. Freedom of Movement:

Slavery: Individuals have no freedom of movement and are physically restrained or threatened with severe punishment if they attempt to escape. For example, slaves on Tatooine have explosive devices implanted in their bodies to prevent escape.

Mandatory Service: While individuals may be required to work, they are not physically restrained in the same manner. They have the ability to move within certain boundaries and are not subjected to extreme measures to prevent escape.

2. Control Over Basic Needs:

Slavery: Slaves often cannot manage their basic needs independently. They may require permission to eat, drink, or use the bathroom and can be punished for failing to meet quotas or arbitrary rules.

Mandatory Service: Individuals under mandatory service have regulated access to their basic needs. There are specific times and conditions under which they can manage personal needs, and these are typically enforced through rules rather than absolute control.

3. Presence of Legal Protections:

Slavery: There are no legal protections for slaves. They can be bought, sold, or mistreated without legal repercussions for the owner.

Mandatory Service: Legal frameworks and regulations protect individuals' rights. Mandatory service is subject to oversight to ensure that conditions meet certain standards. Mechanisms for reporting and addressing abuses exist.

4. Options for Freedom

Slavery: Slaves have no realistic options for gaining freedom. They are bound to their situation indefinitely, with no legal or practical means of escape.

Mandatory Service: Individuals may have defined terms or conditions under which they can be released from mandatory service. There are pathways to freedom, such as completing a set duration of service or earning enough to buy their way out.

Regulations and Rules for Mandatory Service

1. Work Conditons

Regulated working hours and conditions to prevent overwork and ensure safety.

Provision of adequate food, water, and rest breaks.

2. Basic Needs

Access to basic needs such as sanitation, medical care, and personal time.

Prohibition against cruel and unusual punishment.

3. Oversight and Reporting:

Regular inspections by independent bodies to ensure compliance with regulations.

Mechanisms for individuals to report abuses or violations without fear of retribution.

4. Legal Recourse:

Clear legal pathways for individuals to challenge their conditions or seek release from mandatory service.

Enforcement of penalties against those who violate regulations, like fees.

Since the Republic includes corporations running and governing entire planets and systems, they also have a right to utilize mandatory service. Under a framework that puts a high emphasis on economic efficiency, corporate lawyers are likely to find arguments to present their operations as beneficial to the Republic. For instance, corporations involved in the supply chain and production of medical droids could argue that their operations are essential to public health infrastructure and, therefore, justify the use of mandatory service. Along the supply chain and production, several sectors contribute to the final product: raw material suppliers, manufacturing plants, component suppliers, research and development, logistics, etc. In this case, as long as a corporation contributes something to medical droids, they have a fair chance to get approval for a mandatory service program. If they only use this approval for their involvement in the supply chain for medical droids, it is another question. Legal definitions and interpretations can be quite flexible if cunningly argued.

The Galactic Republic's strict anti-slavery stance necessitates comprehensive control mechanisms and protocols to ensure that mandatory service does not devolve into slavery. These measures include obligatory record-keeping, regular audits, and official oversight to maintain ethical labor practices and protect individual rights.

Work conditions are regulated to ensure safe working environments, set duty hours, and mandatory provisions for adequate food, water, and rest. Workplaces must comply with health and safety standards to prevent exploitation. Additionally, individuals in mandatory service are guaranteed access to sanitation, medical care, and personal time, ensuring their well-being and preventing conditions that could be construed as inhumane or exploitative. Independent bodies regularly inspect workplaces and service environments to ensure compliance with labor standards, conducting unannounced inspections to ensure that conditions are consistently maintained.

Reporting and grievance mechanisms are in place to protect individuals from abuse. Systems for anonymous reporting allow individuals to report abuses or violations without fear of retribution, using anonymous hotlines and secure communication channels for safe reporting. Defined protocols exist for addressing grievances, ensuring that complaints are investigated promptly and thoroughly. Individuals are informed of their rights and the processes available to them.

Employers and administrators of mandatory service programs must keep detailed records of service conditions, individual assignments, duty hours, etc..

Senate aides conduct regular audits to verify compliance with legal standards and regulations. These comprehensive audits include reviews of records, inspections of working environments, and interviews with individuals.

Any violations or areas of concern are highlighted, and corrective actions are issued. Severe penalties, including fines and suspension or revocation of approvals, are imposed for non-compliance with anti-slavery laws and regulations.

With the regulated work conditions, comprehensive record-keeping, regular audits, and strict oversight, the Republic ensures that mandatory service does not devolve into slavery. These measures maintain transparency, accountability, and the protection of individual rights, upholding the Republic's core values of freedom and dignity for all sentient beings.

In theory.

Alas, the source material establishes that ineffective bureaucracy and corruption significantly contributed to the dissatisfaction of Republic members and the rise of the Separatist movement. Though intended to prevent exploitation and ensure fair treatment, these mechanisms of control and oversight often fail in practice due to systemic issues, leading to widespread discontent and the eventual secession of numerous systems.

The Republic's bureaucratic mechanisms are plagued by inefficiency. The sheer size and complexity of the Republic make it difficult to enforce regulations uniformly across all systems. Delays in decision-making, inadequate resources for proper oversight, and inconsistent application of laws lead to gaps in enforcement. These gaps allow for abuses and exploitation, contributing to the growing dissatisfaction among member systems. For example, the bureaucracy's inability to promptly address grievances or ensure timely audits can leave individuals in mandatory service vulnerable to mistreatment, further eroding trust in the Republic and the Senate.

Corruption within the Republic exacerbates these issues. High-ranking officials and local administrators often manipulate regulations for personal gain, undermining the integrity of the anti-slavery framework. Bribery and favoritism allow violators to escape accountability, while those who attempt to report abuses may face retaliation or find their complaints ignored. This corruption erodes confidence in the Republic's ability to protect its citizens and maintain justice, fueling futher resentment. Nonetheless, this distinction between “slavery” and “mandatory” service within the Republic provides a framework for evaluating the status of the clone troopers. While the clones are created and trained for war, the Senate can argue that their situation aligns more with mandatory service than slavery. It is controversial and a grey area, but at least Republic officials come to the conclusion that if mandatory service programs are acceptable for member systems, they’re also acceptable for the primary system. This provides us with a plausible explanation, why even Padmé Amidala and Bail Organa ultimately accept this arrangement:

In terms of freedom of movement, slaves are physically restrained or threatened with severe punishment if they attempt to escape. In contrast, clones are highly regulated and required to serve in the military, but they are not physically restrained in the same manner. They have some autonomy within the bounds of their service and can move freely within a designated scope. This is a grey area, given that deserters do face punishment if they try to escape.

Regarding control over basic needs, slaves cannot manage their basic needs independently and may require permission for fundamental activities. Clones have regulated access to basic needs such as food, medical care, and rest. Their needs are managed according to military protocols, which ensure their well-being to maintain combat readiness.

Legal protections. Slaves have no legal protections. Clones, however, operate under a military code of conduct that provides some level of protection and regulation, ensuring their treatment adheres to specific standards. This framework offers a degree of oversight and accountability. This argument, however, is fragile and questionable as the clones themselves are considered property, instead of only providing their time and labor force. However, the Republic and the Senate cannot further sell the soldiers. That’s good enough for the Senate. (Who should stop them?)

However, clones have no realistic means of gaining freedom. Unlike other forms of mandatory service that have set terms or conditions for release, clones are bound to serve indefinitely due to their creation for the sole purpose of military service. There are no mechanisms for recognition or reward that would lead to their release from service. Yet, the Senate can argue that they were initially unaware of the existence of the clone army. Consequently, the laws regarding mandatory service need reviews and updates. The Senate declares its intention to determine the options and conditions; unfortunately, due to the pressing issues posed by the ongoing war, they set an indefinite deadline to revise the current laws.

As I said, legal definitions and interpretations can be flexible.

(For the record, I’m still considering the clones slaves.)

That concludes my speculations about the legal framework of the Galactic Republic's utilization of clones. I deem it well possible that I overlooked source information that deny/contradict my entire line of argument. In that case, understand it as my version of “Star Wars would be so good if it was good”. I tried to watch Tales of the Jedi and gave up after three episodes. The absence of effort (or skill) to introduce ambiguity or controversies that reflect the complicated nature of such a rich and potential story universe was too frustrating to endure. Then again, Dave Felony (not a typo) already spectacularly exemplified his lack of vision and perspective as a storyteller in three seasons about the tales of the White Supremacy Squad, so…

Anyway, Iet’s wrap up this first installment of our multi-part exploration of the Clone-Industrial Complex, assessing the transition from the pre-war Republic to the use of clones during the war based on the gains the senators derive from this strategy.

Considering my argumentation, the transition is not as significant a leap as it might initially appear. In fact, it exemplifies the qualities of the systematic framework provided by hyper-liberal and immensely capitalist ideals and approaches. By deploying clones, the Republic sidesteps the need to draft ordinary citizens into military service, upholding individual freedoms and maintaining social and economic stability. This strategic move underscores the Republic's ability to foster conditions that best serve the well-being of its citizens, proving its flexibility and adaptability in times of galactic crisis.

The clones’ service prevents the disruption that conscription would cause, allowing citizens to continue their daily lives, focus on their families, and contribute to the economy without the interruption and stress of being drafted. Clones, bred and trained for combat from birth, represent a workforce designed to meet specific needs, promising a more successful outcome than assembling an emergency army of untrained civilians. This ensures protection without compromising the freedoms of the population.

Given the grounded speculation that child labor is socially accepted within the Republic, the extensive training of young cadets isn’t necessarily perceived as an issue. Just as Padmé’s service as a child queen prepared her for her outstanding senatorial career, cadet training prepares young individuals for their future societal roles. Furthermore, categorizing the clone army under the regulations of mandatory service gives politicians and citizens a convenient excuse to ignore the truth. All the paragons and champions of liberty and democracy don’t have to worry about the sacrifices being made to save their precious Republic.

The successful deployment and operation of the clone army demonstrate that the Republic's system, blending democratic principles with market-driven solutions, can effectively address large-scale threats while preserving individual rights and freedoms.

This system protects everyone, except those who are fighting and dying for it.

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[Disclaimer: Thank you for reading this far! This exploration is highly subjective and biased by my personal tastes, ideology, education, and other limitations. I’m merely a passionate writer who tries to make sense of the dumpster fire that is the Star Wars franchise and the Clone Wars. If you find anything that doesn’t apply, let it fly. But if you read this far you might find you like my meta. In that case, you maybe also like my more artistic and creative endeavors. That’s where my heart actually is. I’m only doing analyses and interpretations to collect material for my own fics and figure out how my OCs think and feel about the developments, bodies and dynamics of their world. Spoiler: They all tend to feel quite appalled by people in power, Republic and Separatists alike. Otherwise, I am of the opinion that the Confederacy of Independent Systems or the Empire are not alternatives to the Galactic Republic, but a disaster.]

REWIND MASTERLIST

The collective masterlist of all the fics included in my Rewind series. Each fic takes place in a different time period in the united states. I try to be as educated of each era as I can in order to add to the authenticity of the fic but please keep in mind I was born in 1999. I apologize for any discrepancies. Enjoy!

heavy sugar || myg

↳ 1920’s au

↳ smut, mafia au, gangster!yoongi x flapper!reader

read here | moodboard 

in the mood || ksj

↳ 1940’s au

↳ smut, impreg kink, post war/hollywood au, actor!jin x wife!reader

read here | moodboard

hot rod || jhs

↳ 1950’s au

↳ smut, virgin kink, greaser!hoseok x virgin!reader

↳ collab with @httpjeon

read here | moodboard 

groovy || kth

↳ 1970’s au

↳ fluff, angst, smut, f2l, taehyung x childhood friend!reader

part one | part two || moodboard

bitchin’ || jjk

↳ 1980’s au

↳ smut, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook x reader

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 || moodboard

novocaine || pjm

↳ 1990’s au

↳ smut, angst, exes au, punk!jimin x reader

01 | 02 | 03 || moodboard 

barbie girl || knj

↳ early 2000’s au

↳ smut, pwp, football player!namjoon x cheerleader!reader

read here | moodboard

bro jungkook saying "to fuck or to get fucked" woke smthin in me😯 and its like 9am, im gonna be thinking about this fic for the rest of the day 😭😭

the way u use italics is just❣ chefs kiss, it adds sm movement and impact to the words. and i read everything in one sitting :o i mean from this first chapter alone, we get to see, kinda alot. the setting of the story is so naturally written in, and honestly wtf, the idea ??? its so??/pos i mean i never knew i needed that in my life

the mc wanting to read the contract but signing it right away after seeing the pay😭😭😭😭 HONESTLY SAME??

also the smut was rlly hot, like, rlly rlly hot,

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ot7 series ( 1 ) ━━━━ jeon jungkook

part of the office hours series

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ↬ being an office worker is not bad. and your new job happens to confirm that; when it seems your first day couldn’t get any better, your new coworker comes up with an unexpected proposal. “unexpected” for you, but not for him. maybe you should have read the clause at end of your contract…

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ mature ( s )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ↬ staff accountant!jeon jungkook x finance manager!reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ↬ SMUT!, discussion of sex, sex in public place, oral sex (m receiving), deep throat, face fucking, dirty talk (jungkook seems shy but has a dirty mouth 🫢), light slapping, praising, some tension. an ounce of yoongi x reader 🤌🏻. mention of make x male action.

not entirely proof read, so please be aware of possible grammar mistakes :)

With a small sigh leaving your lips, you let yourself lean back in the black, leather chair, allowing your neck to crank over so you could admire the view behind you; immensely tall buildings stood proudly, making it almost impossible to catch a sight of greenery between the avenues. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel light hearted at the – what people would have considered – shallow, boring view.

Especially since you could see it from your brand new office, and although it was the first time you put foot inside of it, you felt like it was your second home already; your mind wandered on how you could decorate it, plants and art works scattered around the place, without straying too much from the image of the company. At least, that’s what one of your coworkers recommended you to do, along side a series of…interesting things.

Although you were too excited to enter your office to register what he was telling you. (You should have, perhaps.)

But how could you? The thrill of being the new finance manager of the SKim cosmetics was almost too unbearable for you. Reason why you immediately ran to your office, preferring to leave new acquaintances for last.

Much to your liking, the company was a launching, yet already successful, machine of cosmetics and fragrances that seemed to create a large profit everyday; even if you were writing your very first financial report of the day, you were pleasantly surprised to see how flourishing SKim was. And you were looking forward to see what it could have gave you too.

The immaculate silence of your office – only occasionally broken by your gentle taps on the keyboard – was suddenly interrupted by a knock on your door, making your curious eyes light up towards its direction.

You could see a faint silhouette through the glass door, and only when you squinted your eyes you realised that said figure belonged to a man. You saw him gently opening the door to enter, still hesitant, and that’s when you started gazing up and down his slender body, black slacks covering his legs while a white, slightly opened-button shirt hugged his chest. If it wasn’t for his black blazer, you would have noticed how thin the material of his shirt was – perky nipples protruding against it. Maybe you should have turned up the air conditioning.

“Excuse me,” he said, a frown appearing on his face when he saw you handing tons of papers in your hands. “I hope I’m not interrupting…”

You saw him lowering his gaze, a tight smile appearing on his face as if he was silently apologising. If you weren’t currently studying him in silence, he would have thought you were burning holes in his head by the way you were staring at him. In all honesty, you were just admiring the shininess of his black hair, that seemed to match the light of his doe eyes.

“Oh, no worries,” you shrugged him off, placing the papers on your desk. “I was just getting finished.”

At your words, that came kinder than you intended, his tight smile loosened, this time genuinely grinning at you.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion, really. But when I’ve heard we had a new finance manager in the company and their office was right attached to mine, I couldn’t help but come here to greet you personally!”

You watched him eagerly reaching up to you, walking closer to your desk while he extended a hand towards you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The tenderness of his voice was enough for you to take his hand into your own, shaking it with gentle, yet decisive force.

“It’s great to know you too, Mr Jeon. I’m Y/L/N Y/N. I expect to see you often around here since your office is next to mine, isn’t it?”

The man, whose name you learned was Jungkook, seemed to be happy about your question, his smile slightly turning into a smirk.

“I’m sure I will. I’m a Staff Accountant, so I’ll probably need your help when things become…stressful.”

You couldn’t miss the light chuckle he let out after he spoke, nor the way his eyes moved down your figure, stopping at where you hands met. Or at least that’s what you tried to believe – was it inappropriate to say you thought, even for just a second, that he was checking you out?

“Certainly, Mr Jeon. I’ll be happy to help wherever I could.” you simply stated. He left the grip on your hand, but his smile didn’t falter.

“Fantastic!” he exclaimed, and you chuckled alongside him. “And please, drop the formalities. No one calls me Mr Jeon, I’m one of the youngest here. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

You were expecting him to add a chuckle at the end of his words, but his expression turned serious in a matter of seconds, his hands now finding the pockets of his trousers. Perhaps it was the fact that you were sitting and he was standing tall in front of you, but you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by how firm his posture was. If it wasn’t for the small, probably not so conscious, pout on his lips, you would have found him overawing even.

“And if you have any question, don’t hesitate to ask me.” he said, and his serious demeanour changed back into a welcoming expression. “Maybe in front of a nice served lunch?”

“Oh, that would be lovely.” you told him with a smile. “But I already packed my lunch for today, can’t betray my homemade pasta. Maybe another time?”

“Ah, that’s a shame.” You watched as he frowned slightly at your words, recomposing almost immediately. “I hoped to ask your preferences as soon as possible, but next time will do.”

Your…what?

You tried not to show your confusion at his choice of words, but your expression failed you before you could stop it.

“My– sorry, my preferences, you said?”

“Yes?” he asked, as if he couldn’t understand the reason of your puzzlement. “If you prefer, you know…to fuck or to be fucked.”

…What?

“I…don’t understand?” Now you couldn’t hide the astonishment on your face, and unluckily for you, Jungkook seemed to notice that almost immediately.

“Didn’t the contract include the P2P? That’s impossible…” he mumbled to himself, but you were quick to interrupt him.

“PT2? What are you talking about?” you asked, almost too loudly, earning a surprised look from Jungkook.

“Y/N,” he called you in a serious tone. “Tell me you read the contract before signing it.”

Definitely, yes. You were always serious when it came to accepting new jobs – especially those who pay a great amount of money and give you ulterior benefits. But not even the most composed of workers could contain their excitement at the sight of multiple zeros in their pay checks, so who were you to not do the same thing?

Still, you should have probably kept reading instead of deliberately ignoring the rest of the contract. (The power of money, maybe.)

You didn’t realise you were holding a bewildered look on your face until your eyes met Jungkook, whose expression changed into a frown. You even heard him curse under his breath, but before you could say anything, he stopped you.

“That’s okay,” he stated “It’s not like I did it myself, the pay was enough for me to accept the job right away.”

He tried to comfort you somehow, stepping closer to where you were sitting. “I suppose I should fill you in some more, then.”

He took the liberty to sit on your desk, his body now much closer to yours while he explained what you did miss. Which was a lot.

“Our CEO recently adopted this new strategy– well, not recently, it was three years ago at least…” he ranted, and you smiled at his attempt to explain himself better “anyways, he thought of a new way to create a stronger bond between us coworkers. In different ways, depending on the situation of course.”

“And that’s called…P2P?” you asked him and he nodded in response.

“Peer to Peer therapy, yes. No labels, no boundaries, no shame. If you need anything, just go to your office neighbour and ask them to blow your back out. Or the other way around, if you prefer.”

“So no one is off limits?” you asked, and when he eagerly nodded you let out a sigh. Thank God you weren’t in a relationship.

“That’s what is stipulated in the contract. But please, keep in mind that even if you gave your total consent by signing up the contract, no one is allowed to do anything that you don’t want. They should always ask you first, the same goes for you when you’re the one who initiates. Consent and respect run this company, after all.”

His words, although he was repeating them like a previously written script, made you feel more at ease with the whole situation. Even if you couldn’t help the small, barely audible voice in your head that screamed ‘What the fuck?’ over and over.

You decided to ignore it for now.

“So basically I can walk to any coworker and ask them to fuck the stress out of me, that’s it?”

Jungkook chuckled at your crude words, dictated by the shock of his revelation. Again, that seemed more like your problem, since you were too much of a money chaser to even notice the most important thing in your contract.

“Pretty much, yes. And I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you. It won’t be hard since, you know…you’re quite beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle leaving your lips at his praise, shaking your head in disbelief. Were you sure that you weren’t just imagining to hear things? Were you really this horny or the sight of the man in front of you made your mind wander too much?

“You too?”

You didn’t know where you found the courage to ask that, although the tone of your voice was as playful and teasing as the expression on his face.

“I just might.” he admitted, staring into your eyes while his teeth played with his lower lip.

You stayed like that for a while, and you wondered if you should have remained sit or try this Peer to Peer therapy right away with him.

You decided to keep still, and Jungkook noticed it. “Ah well,” he said, getting up from your desk “I should probably go back to work now. If you need me…”

“I’ll come to you.” you continued, earning a smile from him.

“And so will I.”

With a playful wink and – what you recognised – his signature smirk, he exited your office. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your extremely, unholy thoughts.

No matter how much you tried to process it, you just couldn’t take in what just happened; but whatever you put yourself into, you decided not to waste your time at questioning if it was ethically right or not.

Maybe, you could have given it a try. Even if just for once.

Mr Jeon Jungkook seemed to leave a good impression on you. It was rather him or the absurdity of the situation he so eagerly explained to you. Yet, you couldn’t stop thinking about your previous encounter.

And now you were considering if you should have wasted the almost end of lunch break eating your still intact pasta, or maybe have a look around the other offices.

Thankfully, your stomach seemed to deny every form of food at that moment, while your head repeatedly told you to remain still and focused on your job. And your emotions – well, mostly the horniness – told you to take a better look at your work environment. Alas, your possibly hot coworkers.

Opting for throwing your lunch in a bin, you didn’t even bother to take your stuff with you before leaving your already beloved office.

And soon, you were met with a sight that competed with the one in front of your office; people walked, and ran, all around the place, phones and papers in their hands while wearing their elegant, yet casual attire that made them look more attractive for some reason. They moved so fast, almost not caring if they bumped against one another. And if they did, they simply excused and smiled at each other.

A smile that hid so much more behind it. You recognised it immediately because well…it was the same smile Jungkook gave you. Charming, anticipating, one of those smiles that leaves you with chills. And makes you crave more.

You took a better look at those who were sitting in their desks, their expression focused on their job, while some others chatted happily to one another. You even saw a pair eyeing each other from two different desks, and shamelessly getting up from their seats at the same time, fast heading to the same direction.

You unconsciously gulped at the thought of them going to find a private place to entertain themselves. But a small part of your brain thought you were maybe exaggerating; even if Jungkook mentioned how ordinary the whole P2P situation was, it didn’t mean everyone just had random sex every single day. Right?

You kept wandering around the place, curiously gazing inside some offices, and you realised how light the air was. As if everyone seemed genuinely happy to be at work.

But at the same time, you couldn’t help but occasionally feel a certain heaviness around you. Not in a bad way, which was why you were already addicted to it; were you too horny or when you entered the place, the very first time, you mindlessly ignored the smell of sex in the air?

The more you walked around, the more you realised the stares others were giving you; mostly because you were a new face, but you were aware it was because you were fascinating in their eyes.

‘I suppose a lot of people will reach out to you.’ Jungkook told you.

But was it really that easy? All you needed to do was just go to a random coworker and ask them to fuck?

The most deprived part of you was thrilled by the thought, but a more self-aware one stopped you from asking a total stranger to fuck the horniness out from your body.

Maybe you should have listened to Jungkook? Just go find him and ask for a hand, or something more?

Perhaps you could have waited if someone came to you instead? Rightfully hoping they were at least as hot as your office neighbour.

“Hey!” suddenly, you were startled by a loud call, later noticing an elegantly dressed man in front of you. Where the hell did he appear from?

And how the hell was he so incredibly handsome?

Even if he shouted, his voice was deep and dark, surprisingly matching with the feline shape of his black eyes. Every single one of his perfectly caved features reminded you of a cat, especially the blankness of his expression.

You didn’t try to hide your shameless staring, but for some reason he didn’t seem to notice. Wait, wasn’t he just calling out for you just a few seconds ago?

“Hey,” he called again, this time less loudly, and definitely not looking at you. But behind you, instead. “Jeon Jungkook.”

Maybe not.

You slightly widened your eyes when you recognised said name, and you immediately turned your head only to find the one and only Jungkook in front of you.

Although being called, he took a moment to look back at you, equally surprised but still thrilled by your presence. And his gaze was so intense that you completely missed the way the other man eyed between the two of you, crossing his arms on his chest.

“Yes, Yoongi hyung?” he acknowledged the other, who apparently was older than him.

The man named Yoongi sighed at Jungkook, the look on his eyes eager to dismiss him as soon as possible.

“Conference room 101. In–”

“In 15 minutes, I already know.” Jungkook continued and the other man seemed annoyed by his interruption. The youngest, however, didn’t seem to mind.

“Then try not to be late.” he suggested, although it seemed more like a proper command. “You wouldn’t do that after I came here personally to tell you, right?”

You heard him mumble some words in his breath, and you swore you heard him saying something about how incompetent his secretary was and how he was the one doing their work.

And as if his cold tone wasn’t enough, his eyes wandered again between Jungkook and you, but this time he took some more time to look at you. The term look was an understatement though, since he was scrutinising you, scanning you from head to toe.

And then, as if he grew bored of your presence, he walked off. Leaving you speechless.

If he wasn’t for the sound coming from Jungkook’s mouth, similar to a frustrated sigh, you would have remained frozen in your place.

“He’s terrifying, isn’t him?” he asked, and you turned to look at him. Your dumbfounded expression answered Jungkook’s question, and he nudged you with his elbow.

“Hey, at least you’re not the one who has to present a new financial project in front of Min Yoongi himself.” he tried to make you laugh, but by his face failed to hide his nervousness.

“Don’t tell me I just met the CEO of this company?” you asked, widening your eyes at the thought.

He smiled at your preoccupied tone, shaking his head. “Definitely not, he could have been, though. He has the looks for it. But he’s a Project Manager so he still has power here.”

You nodded at his words, silently releasing a deep breath after acknowledging he wasn’t the CEO, although he still held a lot of power.

“That’s why I’m a little anxious, to be honest. It’s not like I want to screw everything in front of him…or the others, for all that it matters.”

You saw him rubbing the nape of his neck, and you realised it was a sign that he was, in fact, really nervous. Your face softened when you noticed the distress on his face, his pout accentuating even more.

And in that moment, you wanted to do anything to make him feel better.

“Is there…do you want me to help you out?” you tried to find the right words, and you almost slapped your face at how desperate your tone was. As if you were asking him to help you out instead.

He widened his eyes at your question, blinking a few times as if he couldn’t believe your sudden change of behaviour.

“I…well, I guess it would be helpful if someone reviewed my papers, especially a finance manager but…”

“Uhm, yes…I believe I could,” you interrupted him “Although 15 minutes is a short amount of time.”

“Depends on the situation.” he said, the dark tone of his voice clearly hinting to something else.

“Such as?” you asked in the same tone, faking a pensive expression. He let out a soft but quick chuckle, his body walking closer to yours, almost touching you.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” he stated, and you felt unease while staring at his pitch black eyes.

“Mhm,” you wondered, fighting the urge to look away from his piercing gaze “that can be arranged…somehow.”

You were certain a lot of things would have happened on your first day of work; yet, you would have laughed out loud if someone told you you would have found yourself on your knees in an empty office, hands fidgeting with your coworker’s pants.

You would have indeed laughed out loud, if someone told you you would have been on your knees for someone as attractive as Jungkook, who happened to be your office neighbour.

“Fuck, okay” he grunted, seeing you eagerly trying to take his pants off. “Are you one hundred percent sure?”

You murmured a strings of curses while trying to strip him, his already hard bulge tightening the soft material of his trousers, making it harder for you to take it off. “I’m sure, Jungkook. Are you sure?” you asked as well, and he nodded as eagerly as you.

“Fuck yes, I can’t wait any longer…”

“Then help me out, will you?” you gave him a teasing smile, and that was enough for him to quickly move his hands on his belt, while you started to palm his now rock hard cock.

“Shit, Y/N…” he moaned out and you pressed harder against him, urging him to lower his pants.

It didn’t take long before you were almost hit in the face by his long, hard cock – a sight you never knew you needed, but you definitely craved. You didn’t even realise your mouth was slightly open, admiring his cock in all its glory.

“Are you going to do something about it, baby?” this time, he was the one teasing you and you felt butterflies in your stomach when your eyes met his lustful, yet needy gaze.

You wanted to say something snarky at him, maybe even tease him without putting your mouth on him yet, but you had too little time for that. Other than you being too eager.

With your eyes still focused on his, you took his cock by the base, enjoying its heaviness and you immediately started to place kitten licks on the swollen head, savouring his meaty, yet already addicting taste. At the action, Jungkook threw his head back, hitting the wall behind him while his hand immediately found your hair.

You couldn’t help but leave mouth-opened kisses all over his length, one of your hands moving up and down in the meanwhile. Throaty whimpers left his mouth, and the sound, mixed with his taste, made you moan against him.

That was enough for him to buckle his hips against your mouth, a not-so gentle invitation to put him inside you. And who were you to deny him? You already lost all the safe control you gathered during your life as soon as he pushed you inside the empty office.

So, without wasting time, you spit on the head, allowing your mouth to invite his cock inside, moving lower, and lower, and lower. You tried to fight the urge to choke on him, too focused on taking him till the hilt.

And till the hilt you took him, making him moan out loud in pleasure.

“Oh fuck! I wasn’t expecting th– fuck, you’re so good…”

The way you bobbed your head up and down in concentration made Jungkook’s body go on fire; you could sense it by the way his thighs shook, by how tight his grip on your hair was and how loud his grunts and whimpers were.

“Fuck that’s it, baby…suck me off like that.” he said, slightly fucking into your mouth, earning a whine from you. “Shit, you liked that baby? You want me to fuck your mouth?”

You nodded against him, and he harshly grabbed you by the hair before making you look at him. Your eyes widened at his fucked out expression, his hair now messy and face covered in sweat, the redness of his cheeks trailing down his neck. He looked absolutely ravishing. Absolutely perfect.

“Look at me when I fuck your mouth.” he ordered, and you were too quick at obeying him. “Don’t fucking–” he interrupted, slightly slapping your cheek “look away, got it?”

You immediately nodded, biting your lower lip and he groaned. “My good girl.”

And just like that, he bucked his hips against your mouth, his cock now finding home inside you once again while you worked on him. His thrusts were as harsh as the grip on your hair, and you barely managed to breath through your nose. But it felt so fucking good. And it aroused you to no end. Especially hearing the sound of his loud moans echoing in the empty office, mixed with the wetness of your mouth in contact with his cock.

“Fuck, you’re really going for it, huh?” he grunted, interrupted by a strings of curses. “Sucking me off like the meeting starts in five minutes…fuck!”

You expertly swirled your tongue around his length, the wet sounds mixing with his dirty words, making you fastening your movements.

“Fuck yes, take it…take it, baby.” you looked up at his face, and noticed his eyes were half closed, his pouty mouth open in ecstasy and sweat glowing on his face.

Just hearing the soft, yet desperate sounds coming from his lips made you shiver, feeling a sense of heat pervading the area between your thighs.

You couldn’t possibly have expected him to have such a dirty mouth, his crude words urging you to please him as much as you could. You knew he was doing it so he could have reached his high as fast as possible, but a little part of you hoped that his preasing was sincere.

“Such a good girl,” he moaned, faltering his movements, a sign the he was about to finish.

“My.Good.Girl.” he punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips, making you choke against him while your hand found his balls. All you needed to do was toy with them a little, before he stopped his movements, his thighs shaking in utter pleasure.

You realised it was your moment to show how much you truly wanted to help him, your head bobbing up and down his length as if the sinful action was enough to distress him.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes– suck me off like this, fuck you’re so fucking good yes!”

It ended up being more than enough, because you only needed to move your head even faster, your tongue slightly playing with his frenulum, while your hands pressed against his balls.

“Fuck– yeah, I’m gonna– I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming!” And you heard him hiss in pleasure, his borderline pornographic moans getting louder while he exploded into your warm, welcoming mouth.

You felt him trying to slightly push your head away, some part of him wanting to paint your face white instead, but manly because you just kept going on. Relentlessly licking him clean and swallowing his seed as if he was the most delicious of meals. (Well, he probably was.)

He noticed the tears slowly flowing down your cheeks, knowing for certain that his cock might have left your throat bruised. Not that you didn’t like it, of course. You would have done it again if that meant seeing Jungkook in such a desperate state.

“Okay baby, fuck, fuck– Y/N!” he called your name when he realised you just kept going, his cock now soft in your mouth while you overstimulated him. “Shit, I’m so sensitive…”

You heard him whimper, and your movements finally came to a stop, letting his meaty length leave your mouth. You watched him trying to catch his breath, his chest moving in haste while his head was thrown aback. And you couldn’t help but smile when you noticed a playful smirk on his fucked out face; now more than ever, he looked amazing.

“And you are amazing.” he admitted, and only when he said that you realised you just pronounced your thoughts out loud.

“You’re actually–” you stopped to clean up the sides of your mouth with the palm of your hands – “the first one to tell me that.”

“In this company? Well, I’m glad about that.” he joked sarcastically, and you shook your head with a smirk on your face.

“Yeah, you should feel lucky.” you played along, and he smiled in genuineness while he fixed his pants and shirt.

“I certainly am,” he admitted “might feel a little jealous that someone is going to experience such a mind blowing head from you though.”

You laughed at his words, watching as his eyes glowed in what seemed pure admiration. Or maybe it was still the haze of his previous orgasm.

“Unless…I decide to gatekeep you and have you all by myself.” he whispered, one of his hands reaching up to your hip, making your body slightly press against his.

“Maybe I’ll let you do it,” you wondered “or maybe I should play with you however I want instead.” you added the last part with a whisper, your mouth dangerously close to his ear. If it wasn’t for the sudden closeness, you wouldn’t have realised the piercing hole on his ear, the thought of him wearing it making you crave him even more.

“Fuck…” he licked his lips at your words, his eyes never leaving yours, curiously watching you as you looked down on your watch.

“Didn’t you have a meeting five minutes ago?” you bluntly asked, tilting your head as if you forgot it; of course you didn’t forget the reason why you were in your knees for him just a few minutes before.

“Fuck– What?!” he exclaimed, and the panic on his face made you shamelessly burst into laughter. “Fuckfuckfuck, where is it?”

He left his grip on you, moving around the near-by table, searching for the project he had to present. You heard him exclaim a “Here it is!” before seeing him rushing to the door. His movements, however, stopped suddenly just after his hand found the knob, and turned around to look at you.

“I–” he stopped, and you raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue “Thank you, Y/N. Just…thank you, I really owe you one.”

And although his tone was different, more sincere and kinder than his previous teasing one, you couldn’t help but feel tingles all over your body.

You shrugged him off by giving him a smile and dismissing wave of your hand, and he nodded in appreciation before trying to open the door, struggling to do so.

“You locked it, Jungkook.” you slightly chuckled and he groaned in frustration.

“Fuck, Yoongi hyung is going to kill me…” he mumbled and you rolled your eyes at his dramatics.

You saw him toying with the key, finally opening the door in a quick motion. He checked himself one more time, and when he realised he had everything he needed with him – other than checking if he didn’t look like he just received head – he gave you another thankful look.

“Talk to you soon.” he simply said, and you gave him a motivational smile, trying to making him feel more at ease.

“See you later, Jungkook.” you smiled at him “and if Yoongi gets mad by your delay, just offer him a blowjob.”

You joked, but the black-haired man had no time to react, opting for running towards the Conference Room where he was so longingly awaited.

While you, well…you couldn’t still process what just happened – the only things confirming it were your ruined makeup and the aftertaste of his cum on your mouth. In other situations, you would have felt ashamed, perhaps. But now you were aroused, and every single part of you shivered in anticipation.

You knew accepting this job was a good affair. And now more than ever, you couldn’t wait to see what it would give you further.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ↬ @muffinminnie @yoonallthetime @jnghs @301295rkive @greezenini @anushaackerman @aretha170 @bri-mal @kimtae-123 @aalwaysreading ( for those who aren’t tagged ,, tumblr wouldn’t let me 🥲 )

where derek never had to work to get a date, he always had someone pursue him or ask him out. but when derek sees stiles, he waits and thinks stiles will stroll up and ask him out. everyone of his past relationships started that way, until stiles doesn’t. and derek is left with the horrifying possibility that he will have to make the first move and dare he think of it, flirt? and attempt small talk. and it turns out, he’s really bad at it. maybe he even tries cosmo tips and calls his sisters, both of whom are like 100% trolling him

Sorry but it's 2024, if you're not pro kink you should fuck off until you reevaluate your miserable fucking life.

saw this prompt and your writing was the first thing that came to mind: stuck in a traffic jam and accidentally made eye contact from different cars au

i'd die if you did this

I hope the person who requested this is still around to see it!! Thank you so much for sending me this prompt <3 (I may have misunderstood it, but I hope it still fits)

msr | 1.2k | ao3

Scully hated being late.

Her father had a rule he'd instilled in her from a young age. Early is on time, on time is late, and late is never acceptable. While Melissa and Charlie scoffed at the rule, she and Bill carved it into their bones. The moment the clock turned and shifted her from being early to on time, she felt her skin start to crawl.

There was construction near the University Hospital that had been a pain in her ass, so she decided to take the interstate, along with all of D.C. apparently. She was barely out of Georgetown before getting stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Roosevelt Bridge. In ten minutes she'd be late and she had a twenty-minute commute.

"Damn it," she murmured harshly as she ripped the skin by her nail. She brought her thumb up to her mouth as she tried to soothe the sting her anxious habit caused. Between this and running out of hot water during her shower, she was prepared for this to be a shit day. Mulder'd already called a few minutes ago, but she didn't want to answer while she was so stressed and accidentally take it out on him. Instead, she tried to take a deep breath as she grabbed the coffee she'd brought from home.

While she was taking a drink, the car in front of her started moving, so she put her break on the accelerator slightly to move forward. Her phone started ringing again, pulling her attention to the passenger seat. Even from here, she could see Mulder's name on the tiny green screen. He was undoubtedly calling to ask where she was, but before she could think of answering, she had to slam on her breaks to avoid hitting the now stopped car in front of her. The momentum caused her coffee to spill on her blouse, down her chest.

"Goddamn it!" she yelled, hitting her steering wheel in frustration. Putting the coffee back in the cupholder, she pulled the blouse away from her chest to alleviate the burn. Scully unbuckled her seatbelt and turned around to see if her spare bag was in the back seat. For once today, luck was on her side, and she hadn't taken it out since coming back from their last case. She pulled it up with her and set it on the passenger's seat.

Scully usually wasn't the type to give a free show to the entire freeway, but she was at her wit's end. All but ripping the buttons off her blouse, she shed the soiled shirt before balling it up and throwing it in the back seat. It would have been more satisfying if it didn't make a wet 'plop' upon hitting the back seat.

A car honked and she rolled her eyes before inching forward the short space available. Irritated, she turned up the radio so Alanis Morissette's cathartic anger was making her dashboard vibrate. Hooking her fingers under her wet tanktop, she pulled it over her head, pausing as the strap tangled her hair. She whined in pain and contorted her body to try and get unstuck. The chain of her necklace seemed to be the culprit, so she pushed her chest out and reached near the nape of her neck to undo the rolled-up mess of her strap and chain.

Finally, she got the tank top off and threw it in the back with more force than necessary. She let out a frustrated breath and looked down, relieved to see her bra was still dry. Great, practically eight in the morning and I'm half-naked on the interstate.

Adjusting the underwire, inadvertently shaking her breasts a little, she figured at least it was one of her cute bras. There wasn't much to choose from in her spare back, but she had a ribbed white t-shirt that would pass for professional, especially since it was just going to be a paperwork day. She slipped the thin material over her head and tried to check if her black bra was visible through the fabric.

Unfortunately, the outline of her bra was pretty evident, but aside from walking in and out of the building, she was just going to be around Mulder in the basement. He might try to catch a few glimpses, but he was a gentleman and wouldn't make her uncomfortable. Looks like a bad day for her was going to be a good day for him.

With a sigh, she turned to buckle herself back in and noted the car next to hers was the same type of Ford as Mulder's. Looking up, she realized it was Mulder's car, the man himself sitting inside and gawking at her.

Oh my god. The icing on the cake to top it all off, she'd given Mulder a morning striptease.

Scully's face burned in embarrassment. Mulder closed his slackened jaw and swallowed thickly, offering her a smile and a wave. She didn't return the wave, instead, she grabbed her phone and hit redial.

"Morning, Scully." It was odd watching the cell phone tower's delay as his mouth moved and then hit her ear a few seconds later.

"Good morning, Mulder," she replied tersely. "How long have you been there?"

"Um, a while," he answered. She could see his face flush through the windows separating them. "Sorry about your coffee."

That told her all she needed to know regarding how long he'd been there. He saw it all. "Hey," he prompted off her silence. "I'm already running late. Let me get you another one."

"You don't have to do that, Mulder," she sighed. He probably caught an eyeful and was trying to compensate for it.

"I want to," he replied. His voice was so tender that it made her turn to look at him. He was giving her a sweet smile, and for the first time today, she started to feel better. "Besides, you look like you're having a shit day. Let me do something nice."

"Are you just trying to get out of paperwork?" she teased.

"A man never confesses his secrets."

She rolled her eyes and chuffed a laugh, but agreed nonetheless. They stayed on the phone for a little while longer until the roads cleared and they parted ways. She arrived twenty minutes late, and Mulder came ten minutes after her with Starbucks in hand. The little fiasco on the road went unmentioned, the only allusions that it even happened were the small glimpses she caught.

It wasn't until she got home that she realized Mulder had left her voicemails that morning.

Hey, Scully. I was just calling to let you know I'm going to be a little late to work, but I can see your car a little bit ahead of me. Talk about, spooky. Call me back and we can play I Spy.

Scully, I caught up to you. I just saw you almost slam into that guy. Sorry if I distracted you by calling. I'm trying to get your attention, but you're not looking at me. You're… you… uh… I um. Gotta go.

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