#it's the end of this friend group i think. which like. was bound to happen + i knew it would but like... fuck
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When I was a kid, maybe 14 or so (which is, you know, 20+ years ago), I belonged to a Yahoo! mailing list for an anime called Gundam Wing. It was mostly populated by other teens, of varying ages, as it was started by a teen and her friends. Eventually it migrated, when Yahoo! groups started as forums, and even branched off into non-GW related stuff in a second forum.
One of the things I remember the most clearly is the oldest person in the group. Her name was Steelsong. She was a 40-something Dom with a sub whose name we knew even though we knew nothing else. She ran her own fanfic archive because the web was still handmade HTML and navigated in webrings and I’m pretty sure Google didn’t exist or was only barely, barely launched and not well known. She was kind and patient and we loved her. She treated everyone on the group with the respect given any adult, even though most of the rest of the world was still treating us like we were children. Not teenagers even, but children. She never once condescended to any of us, never made our youth a barrier to her respect, never treated us like we were incapable of being full people or like we were less than her because we were young.
I remember that she hosted our fanfiction, as absolutely terrible as it was (and I still have some of it, I am WELL aware of how cringingly terrible it is, just absolute nonsense garbage), right there alongside of other fic that was soul-achingly beautiful. Not a separate section for her friends or for kids, just right there like we were good enough to feature alongside other authors. I never once received crit from her that I didn’t ask for, only support. Only love. I am still writing today partly because Steel was so kind about our fic, fanfic and original.
I remember that when I started doing clay sculpture, she commissioned a tiny pair of dragons from me, to support me doing artwork. She sent a check my mom cashed for me, and my mom helped me mail it when it was finished. It broke in transit, and Steel assured me that she mended it and that it was still beautiful. It was a small gold dragon curled up with a small silver dragon.
I remember that her patience knew no bounds. I remember that she was there for us, regardless of reason. When we wanted to know silly things like what to do with a single AA battery, she answered. When we had serious questions about sex, she answered. When we had questions about writing, she taught us. When one of our group members, a young gay teen in Australia, ended up in the hospital and then stopped making posts, and we all knew what had happened, she let us talk to her about it because we couldn’t go to our own parents, even though we had just lost a friend.
She was not a replacement to my parents, but she was an extra parent, in some ways. A friend, certainly, but someone that had been through more life than we had and was willing to pass on knowledge if we asked for it. Someone older that we trusted with things that were too uncomfortable to go to our parents or teachers or whatever about, because we already knew she wasn’t going to judge us or something, and that we would get an honest answer.
I don’t know why I’m remembering this so hard tonight, and I’m not sure if there’s a point to sharing this, except that I know she’s gone now. She was ill the last time we spoke, and her site went down a long time ago, and I miss her. She was a huge influence on my life, then and now. She was hope, for me, that life as an adult didn’t have to be boring, it wouldn’t have to mean giving up the things I loved and Becoming Only Responsible With No Fun. Her presence meant I had hope I could still write and play with friends even when I wasn’t ‘a kid’ anymore. And she’s gone, and I miss her, and I wanted to share her from the perspective of youth, and the perspective over twenty years later has provided me.
And I think of her, when people go off about older folks being in fandom with younger folks. I’m an older folks now, or at least middle aged folks because there are certainly folks older than me still, but I wasn’t always. I’ve been here since i was a younger folks, and I know how much Steel’s presence and support meant to me, how much she helped not just me but everyone on that group. And I think of the people saying older folks don’t belong in fandom, and that they shouldn’t interact with younger folks at all, and I just think... I can’t agree. I needed that kind of solid presence in my life back then and even at the age I am now, I need the folks older than me to stay. I want them here.
So I guess, like, if you’re here and you’re 40 or 50 or 60 or 70 or 80 or whatever, I want you here in fandom with me, still. Your presence here is a comfort. It is hope. It is a reminder that life will continue to be fun, even as I get older, myself. And if you’re younger and you have this sort of elder in your groups, I hope that they are like Steel. I hope they are kind and patient and supportive, and that knowing them gives you hope for your own future. I hope in twenty years you look back and remember them fondly.
#steelsong#personal#stories about ked's life#dash stretcher#fandom#god she would have loved ao3 so much#i wish i could tell her about the good things that have become
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why is interacting with people irl so frustrating fr. i need everyone to start just saying what they mean!!!
#damien.txt#haha it's the autism innit#fr though i am. so unbelievably frustrated with the people in my life rn.#they're deliberately obfuscating their schedules/plans to avoid hanging out with people and i need it to stop!!!#just say you don't want to hang out with me oh my god im fucking sick of thissss#also my friend group has gotten increasingly more cliquey and i am. not super happy about it /: i mean it happens but. god.#it's the end of this friend group i think. which like. was bound to happen + i knew it would but like... fuck#i don't have other friends so this puts me in a rough af position honestly.#guess that's on me for accidentally putting all my eggs into one basket#also i guess one thing that frustrates me the most in this is that the person heading this up is like.#the most moody fucking person i've ever met. god.#and he's being like 'we should just be spontaneous with the plans!' and like. bitch. you have never been spontaneous in your life.#what the fuck are you even talking about. stop it.#sooooooo yeah i am angry and yet there's nothing to be done about it except watch this whole thing crash and burn so.#that's fun. probably going to induce a lot of listening to fall out boy (which i am already doing lol)#emo phase revitalization as a coping mechanism for things going to shit haha#vent
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Back For More | J.WW
+ summary: while adjusting to your new life in college, you couldn't help but attract the attention of wonwoo, someone who you happen to have a history with.
+ pairing: badboy!wonwoo x fem!reader
+ word count: 2.7k
+ content: badboy!wonwoo, college au, mature language, flirting (wonwoo is a menace), jealousy. [pls let me know if i missed anything!]
Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV
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You were tired, very tired.
Granted, this was your own doing. Maybe if you hadn't pushed your responsibilities to the side last night you wouldn't have had to wake up so early to study for an exam, but what's done is done. This whole college thing was not going so well, to say the least. Sure, it's only the beginning of the second semester, but you already feel exhausted by all of your class workloads.
Just ten more minutes of this boring lecture and you could finally go home and crawl into bed. But… that's only if you avoid him today. Which now that you’re thinking about it, you hope he isn’t waiting for you outside, again. That would be the last thing you needed today.
With that being said, things have felt a little weird if you were being honest. Of course, this was your first year of university, so things were bound to feel new and different. But there was something, or rather someone that was making you feel strange.
Around two weeks ago you noticed that Wonwoo, an old classmate of yours, had recently started to become a bit friendly towards you. While that normally wouldn’t be considered weird, you couldn’t help but feel skeptical about his intentions. You knew the kind of people he surrounded himself with, and especially the girls he would go after; which was the exact opposite of you. So what exactly did he want from you?
What also makes this situation more odd is that you’ve basically known Wonwoo for your whole life. Of course, you don’t actually know him, you just happened to go to the same elementary, middle, and high school (which is insane if you think about it). Acquaintance is a perfect word to describe your relationship with him, nothing more nothing less. So yeah… it’s a little weird when the guy you have been around for (almost) your whole life is suddenly trying to befriend you, there definitely had to be something wrong with him.
All you knew about Wonwoo was that he was on the more reserved and quiet side; mainly keeping to himself most of the time. His group of friends was quite the opposite of him, which always made you wonder how he even became friends with them in the first place.
Seeing how the lecture was ending soon, you started to pack your stuff; you were more than ready to dash straight out of the classroom. Having finished all of your assignments for today, you had nothing left to worry about. So once the professor had made her goodbyes, you made a straight beeline to the door, nothing was going to hold you back from your long-awaited nap. Your pace was brisk, attempting to avoid the backed-up main exit, you decided to go to the opposite door. The walk back to your apartment wasn’t too bad either, most of the time you saw it as a way to daydream and listen to music. So while you scrolled through your various playlists, you happened to miss the (very obvious) figure following you.
Wonwoo called out your name a few times until it finally dawned on him that you had your headphones on. He took a few long strides to catch up to you; he was very adamant on getting your attention this morning. With ease, he quickly plucked your headphones off of your head.
“What are we listening to today?” He said while adjusting the headphones on his head. It took you a second to fully process what he was doing. You knew he was doing it to provoke you, but you were determined to not let that happen today. So to his surprise, you simply kept walking. You figured that he would continue with his antics if you gave him the reaction that he wanted so you did the opposite, you ignored him.
What shocked him the most was seeing you pull out an old pair of earbuds and plugging them into your phone. He was dumbfounded to say the least, how were you so prepared and why were you ignoring him?
And again, he quickly caught up with a few simple steps. He took your headphones off of his head and tapped them against your shoulder.
With a tired sigh, you turned around to face him but couldn’t help but admire his face. You really didn't want to lose that ‘expressionless’ look you were going for (to help you ignore him of course), but that small smile of his was enough to crack you down. It's like he knew that it was your one weakness when it came to him. This was the most annoying part of it all. Anytime he smiled or looked at you, a tiny part inside you secretly liked it, making you crave his attention at times.
Objectively speaking, Wonwoo was very handsome. That was something you could never deny, you would even go as far as to say that he was your type but you didn't particularly like the people he called his ‘friends’ so you were stuck in a weird limbo.
“Is there something on my face, birdy?”
You scoffed at the nickname. “I told you not to call me that.”
Wonwoo’s eyes were looking straight into yours, a smirk slowly creeping up to his lips. It didn't help that he was looking really good today either, his messy hair combined with the whole biker fit did wonders for your eyes. He was about to say something before you heard your ringtone go off, evidently cutting him off.
Oh.
It was Hyunwoo. That's odd... you finished your shared project with him rather early, what could he be calling you about? Either way, you answered the random call in front of a rather annoyed Wonwoo.
"Hello?"
"Heyyy yn, I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch later today?" You couldn't help but feel your eyes widen at his sudden question. Since when did he want to hang out with you? Last time you checked he had a plethora of girls that he was talking to... maybe he was interested in you? No, you shouldn't get too ahead of yourself...
"Um... let me check if I have anything to do first. Can I call you back?" You knew that you sounded nervous but how else were you supposed to feel when the cute guy from your physics class was literally asking you to eat lunch with him?
As soon as you ended the call, you felt Wonwoo's arm snake its way down to your waist. You couldn’t help but yelp at the sudden intimate contact. Chuckling at your reaction, he leaned down, closer to your ear. “Who was that?”
"No one." You stated simply, it wasn't his business anyway.
"Hm, okay," Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder, continuing to speak lowly in your ear. "I'll remember that birdy."
Before you could even come up with something to counter him, he decided to speak up once again.
"Well, I do have something rather important to tell you." His voice was so calm and soothing, you could honestly listen to it for hours on end if you had the chance.
"What is it?" You hoped he couldn't sense your rather, embarrassing, curiosity.
"Heard you used to have a little crush on me," his voice was evidently smug, knowing that this would surely get a rise out of you.
Which it did.
Your face burned at the memories of when you used to have a crush on Wonwoo. But, that had to be in fourth grade… so how could he have known about that? Nonetheless, you scoffed at his statement, not wanting to know that you were a little embarrassed by the sudden reminder.
“Key word, had,” you rolled your eyes at him. This did make you curious though, who could have possibly told him that? So you asked him exactly that.
“How do you even know about that?” His smile never faltered even as you lightly pushed his hand away from your waist. If anything, this made him want to touch you even more.
“I have my ways,” he stated simply. Of course, he does. You hated when he would shrug things off, now this was going to bother you for the entire week!
One thing about Wonwoo was that he has always been curious about you, this interest stemming back all the way to your elementary days. This curiosity eventually intensified in junior year of high school when you began to show your blatant distaste towards him. He just had to get to know you.
He looked down at you, his face was unreadable like always. You never knew what was going on in that mind of his.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be hanging out with your actual friends?" Sometimes you couldn't help but blurt out your thoughts to him even if they sounded a bit rude. His face faltered for a split second, probably caught off guard by the random question. Shoot, you really didn’t mean to say that out loud. Although, it looks like Wonwoo didn’t take any offense to your sudden question. If anything, it made him... smile?
“I am hanging out with my friend,” he stopped you to face him, “which is you.” You rolled your eyes at him. That had to be the corniest thing he has ever said to you if you were being honest. You just hated that giddy feeling he would give you any time he said something remotely cheesy.
"Ugh, you're so dumb," you groaned while checking the time on your phone. It was getting close to noon and you hadn't responded to Hyunwoo's question from earlier. Maybe it was best if you didn't go... who knows what he wanted from you. If you were being completely honest, you didn't know if you had it in you to see other people at the moment, aside from Wonwoo of course.
"Have somewhere to be?" Wonwoo asked, a hint of concern peeking through his voice.
"No, thank god, but I do have a scheduled nap to get to so if you don't mind-" you were cut off by the sound of an engine revving, making your body jump at the unexpected noise. You turned to see where the source of the commotion was coming from but then realized it was coming from a group of bikers nearby; most likely Wonwoo's friends.
Or so you thought?
Wonwoo didn't seem too pleased with the group that was getting closer to where the two of you were. On the contrary, Wonwoo looked pissed. His jaw was visibly clenched, the gentle grip he had on your waist tightened, and his eyes lost that playful spark he had earlier. You couldn't help but feel guilty for thinking about how hot Wonwoo looked when he was angry. Of course, you would never want to be on the receiving end of his anger but seeing it on the sidelines was quite... interesting.
Wait. This might actually be serious, so it's best if you leave before anything crazy happens.
"I think I'm going to head out now..." you said quietly as you tried to slip away from Wonwoo's (awfully) strong grasp.
He turned to look at you, his eyes softening once they landed on your figure. Why did they have to come and bother him at this exact moment? He knew that whatever was going to happen was not going to be pretty, but he found himself reluctant to let you go.
Before truly letting you go, he quietly asked, "Are you sure? I can take you home if you want me to." As soft as his voice was, he still managed to sound composed which was comforting considering the situation.
You nodded in response, "I don't live that far from here so it's fine, thank you for the offer though." You managed to flash him a small, awkward smile before turning away from him and heading toward the direction of your apartment. You didn't know what exactly was going on between those guys and Wonwoo but it for sure wasn't friendly. Although it wasn't exactly your issue, you couldn't help but feel worried about Wonwoo, even if he was a pain in the ass sometimes.
Much to your dismay, that scheduled nap never came your way that day.
You blame Wonwoo, how were you supposed to sleep peacefully knowing he was probably getting jumped? Okay, you might be jumping to conclusions but what else were you supposed to think about when he was visibly angry at the mere sight of those guys?
Realistically speaking, it's only been two days since that whole incident happened. Granted, you haven't seen Wonwoo since then but that could mean a lot of things.
[...]
While you were in line to get a smoothie from one of the pop-up shops near the campus, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulder.
"Did my little birdy miss me?" You felt Wonwoo say right next to your ear, his breath fanning across your earlobe. It sent a wave of tingles down your spine, making you shudder in turn. Though you weren't a fan of his spontaneous appearance.
"God, you need to stop doing that! I almost slapped you I swear-" You stopped mid-way once you turned around and saw his face. He had a few cuts on his lips and eyebrows and one big bruise across his cheek. Those guys really did a number on him.
Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, "are you okay?"
He tried to wave it off but you could tell he was bothered by your question, "It's fine, really, don't worry about it." Was he insane? How were you not going to worry when he was visibly injured?
"Were these from the guys on Tuesday?" You couldn't help but ask, where else would he get these cuts and bruises if it didn't come from them?
His demeanor immediately switched and he pushed himself away from you.
"It's none of your business so stay out of it."
"Okay." That was the only thing you said before grabbing your smoothie from the worker and quickly walking away from the shop. If he wanted to be like that then so be it. You most definitely were not going to wait for him to 'open up' by all means, he could throw himself a pity party for all you care.
"Wait-" He tried reaching for your arm but you were too quick for him. Your steps were swift, helping you create a reasonable distance between you and Wonwoo. He called out your name a few times before giving up, he didn't want to gather any unwanted attention from the people nearby. Reaching your pace, Wonwoo was finally close enough to grab your wrist and make you look at him.
"Are you seriously ignoring me?" His voice was a bit jagged, no doubt coming from the unexpected cardio you made him do to catch up to you.
Unfortunately for him, you were petty. "You said it wasn't my business, so please do not talk to me because I really do not care." You brushed past him once again this time making sure he could not grab your arms or wrists.
He exhaled in annoyance, "Look I'm sorry-" Wonwoo was mid-apology before being abruptly cut off by the voice of a guy yelling your name out loud.
Speaking of the devil, what immaculate timing.
"Hey yn! Did you still want to get food after class?" Hyunwoo jogged to where you were standing but saw how Wonwoo was still trying to talk to you.
"Sorry, were you busy with him?"
You instantly responded to Hyunwoo, "No, he was just asking for directions, but yeah I'm down for food." Like before, you made your way towards Hyunwoo, making sure to bump into Wonwoo. He couldn't help but stay frozen in place as he watched you walk to class with some random guy, jealousy slowly invading his mind.
Directions? Did she really...?
As much as Wonwoo wanted to be mad at you, he really had no one to blame but himself. The whole situation with his old group of 'friends' was really getting to him so once you popped that question it just seemed to send him over the edge. He just didn't know how far you would go to express your annoyance towards him. Now all he had to do was find a way to properly apologize to you before that Hyunwoo guy got to you first.
The only thing stopping him? He didn't have your number or any of your socials...
Part Two: Coming soon...
#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo fanfic#wonwoo imagines#wonwoo scenarios#svt x reader#svt fanfic#svt fic#svt scenarios#svt imagines#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen#svt#jeon wonwoo#jeon wonwoo x reader#jeon wonwoo imagines#wonwoo fic#wonwoo smut#svt smut#luv!writes#kyeomofhearts
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I See You, Darling (4)
[Astarion x reader] A little longer than usual, I hope that’s fine for all of you :,DDD I didn't want to cram too much into the post though, so the segment at the end might be continued in full detail, or maybe not! Let's see.|Word count: 2.9k.|
Content Warnings: Mentions of cooking, handling knives, blood, allusions to sex, a few ooc characters, reader being a dumbass and wahtnot.
Part 3 here!!
Masterlist here!!
A party is being held at the camp in the heroes’ honor, which greets you with a lively crowd that you’ll hopefully meet again soon. And with a gathering this large, you’re bound to garner attention. But with a constitution as poor as yours from the night before, a round of drinks is the last thing you want.
Alternatively: A bloodless human tries to balance respectfully participating in a drinking party, while also not drinking at all.
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The sun rises, the warmth of its rays gently waking you in the absence of the campfire’s flames. The soft chirping of the birds greet you a good morning as your eyes slowly open, ready to greet the day as a new opportunity arises.
Is what would have happened in a more idyllic scenario. Instead, you bolt awake with a pounding headache, worse than any hangover could possibly feel like, and quickly rush to get up. By the sheer brightness of the light that burns your newly opened corneas, it is far later than when you usually wake. And breakfast still hasn’t been made.
“Well, good morning sleepy head.” One of your companions, Gale, says as he fixes his belongings. Readying himself for the skirmish that was about to take hold later on in the day.
“I’m very sorry for waking up late. It won’t happen again.” You bow your head low for a moment before he waves you off.
“Oh come now, we all have our off days. Besides, I think the rest would agree with me when I say what you made for us last night was more than enough to last us ‘til morning.” His statement is punctuated by the lively sounds of the others training. Ready and well rested for whatever may come.
You look around. None have seemed to mind your temporary absence, so you endeavor to double check with everyone leaving and ensure that they had a sound strategy with the necessary materials and weapons should there be a need for failsafes. You remind them of certain notes that some of them have informed you about but failed to share with the rest of the group.
‘While goblins typically go down faster than other opponents, they have no sense of honor nor pride which gives way for them the opportunity to use more underhanded tactics. But they also aren’t very bright, so you can convince the others to let them infiltrate the camp and eradicate them from the inside out.’
As the rest disperse, finalize their plans and check their supplies, your favorite character approaches you much like he usually does every morning. Only this time, you see that he looks very pleased. A more vibrant spark in his eyes as he opens his mouth to speak.
“Thank goodness you’ve finally woken up.” He looks at you, in the same way an old friend of yours would when they’re seconds away from telling a joke.
The look fades soon enough though as he breathes out. You wonder if it’s because the joke isn't funny anymore, or if he never had a punchline to begin with.
“You looked a little ill last night, but you’ve certainly recovered.” Recovered isn’t the word you would use to describe your current state of feeling almost half dead, but you don’t bother correcting the details.
“And you look particularly vibrant today, Astarion.” The itch of your neck intensifies as you return a pointed look at him as he frowns.
“Oh, of course! Now, don’t be so upset. I will admit that I got a little carried away, I apologize.” He pauses. The frown remains on his face for a while before it is erased with his usual expression of confidence.
“But let’s not fall out over this.” He moves to stand closer to you, taking your hand to his as he nears it to his lips as he continues.
“We need each other.”
And whether its done purposefully or not, you see his fangs peek out from his mouth and a shiver courses through your body.
You slip your hand out of his own in a panic and interject.
“I know that much already, and I trust you not to let what happened last night happen again. I also apologize for not noticing sooner and dealing with the situation better.” You hold your head down a bit to apologize but quickly meet his gaze gain. “But I do need to know what we’ll have to feed you from now on.”
The look of confusion, and perhaps even shock that was once swimming in his eyes dissipates before you can notice them when he swears upon his resolve. “No innocents, you have my word. After all, you know what I am now. I can fight with all my weapons–” He grins, allowing you a clearer view than what you had earlier. “Teeth included.”
“And if I happen to drain the occasional bandit during a fight, what's the harm? They’re just as dead.” He makes a very compelling argument, at least to your standards.
You sigh, satisfied for now. You’re confident that none of your party members would end up at the mercy of his fangs, and you’re more than sure they would be able to overpower him more than your attempts did. But the same sentiment cannot be shared for possibly important, plot driving, characters that you might meet later on.
So you propose something to strengthen your trust that the unlikely will stay the unlikely.
“Look, I’m–” You breathe in, almost as if you're trying to suck back whatever courage washed over you back in as you steeled yourself for what you were about to say next.
“I’m not against you feeding from me, but!” You punctuate the last syllable as you see his grin growing wider. “We need to discuss things beforehand. No prowling over me while waiting for me to wake up or to sink your teeth into.”
The proposal greatly delights him, as is evident in his response. “Of course! That sounds eminently reasonable. I shall wait patiently until you suggest we… dine together. But until then: no more late-night surprises. You have my word on that.”
After that, he makes a joke about feeling ‘peckish already,’ and quickly gathers the rest of the party to leave on their adventure.
You promise them a feast when they came back as the victors that they are. What you forgot, after what felt like weeks in the real world, was the crowd that would come filtering in to celebrate their heroes’ achievements as well.
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When you saw the tieflings from the grove traveling alongside your companions, you knew they had come to celebrate. And you blanched at the thought of the provisions they’d be seeking to pair with their drinking. It’s been so long since you went through this event, and you no longer recall if they even ate anything during the party.
You look at your bubbling cauldron–– a bigger one as you had anticipated a few acquaintances accompanying them–– but you wager that at least a little extra things to nibble on won’t hurt to have. You still have quite the amount of camp supplies in the trunk, but you keep it reserved for the camp’s use only. So you smile at your returning comrades and alert the others that stayed behind for your reason to leave and that they can begin eating dinner.
While others told you it wasn’t necessary, the rest just nodded with a smile and yelled that they’d wait for you to return. You return quite too quickly though, all the while informing them why you’re keeping the communal chest in your tent as you spy the child that tried to steal and swindle the group a few days prior approaching with the rest.
They have a laugh and you quickly proceed with your plan to find at least a few consumable berries and nuts or seeds to accompany the drinks later on.
But foraging for said consumables near dark is a choice not for the faint-hearted. You came to realize this when you heard the low grumble of a large animal, thankfully far from your form. You turn to look behind you, taking great care to do so as slowly as possible so as to not alert the mysterious creature.
In the clearing, you spot a rather dark looking bear and you feel a cold sweat begin to form on your temple. Hands, growing wet in the dangerous situation you’ve placed yourself in. This wasn’t the same as being drained to death by a vampire, that, you could at least reason with. But a wild animal? With your lack of magical prowess and lesser knowledge of connecting with nature and the wild, you would be finished if it were to follow you.
The small pouch of nuts and wild berries stayed holstered on your waist, but the bear’s eyes that were previously low on the ground are now trained on you. Almost as if it were caught doing something it wasn’t supposed to be.
You freeze. You forgot what the basic policy was around brown or black bears and therefore couldn’t do much about your current predicament. There shouldn’t be a bear around this area, not unless they had traveled from far away, or that this bear was one of your future companions.
And while the latter isn’t impossible, you most certainly did not want to gamble your life on a possibility. So you tried to compose yourself, returned the gaze of the bear with a shaky and careful nod, and turned back to return to camp. Figuring that the amount of tidbits you gathered would have to suffice.
When you return, the company you shared seems to be in high spirits. Some more than others. But conversation was plentiful and you smiled as the tieflings cheered for your comrades. You quickly got to work and began to chop the nuts into thinner pieces. Something you learned to make the appearance of something look more abundant than it really is.
While you were chopping away unfortunately, you nick your finger along the way and silently curse. Unfortunate, but not an unforeseeable outcome given the booming drums of the bard that plays oh so nicely with your bloodless state. You quickly, but neatly, arrange the provisions on two small platters, and position them near the larger gatherings.
“Flitting around like a hummingbird as always, I see.” A familiar, but not immediately recognizable voice greets you as you pass them. You turn and you see an unexpected acquaintance with a bottle in their hand and an incredibly charming grin.
“Dammon! How lucky of me to run into you.” You genuinely were elated to see him. You didn’t see much of him later on in the game, and being able to interact with him beyond the opportunities given to you was certainly nice.
“I could say the same. Though you’re as lively as you usually are.” There’s no malice in his tone, only an innocent observation, yet you feel embarrassed to have been seen scuttling about like a bug.
“I– promise I’m more organized. I just didn’t expect us to be having any guests.” He takes notice of how you push your fingers into your palms repetitively, a small action that soothes you.
“I think you’ve done more than a fine job already. The celebration is for you all, and it was us who planned to come and might’ve put your friends on the spot.” He later takes notice of the cut on your finger as well.
“Speaking of,” He gingerly grasps your hand, looking to you for permission, but you’re too confused to respond with anything he can understand. “Shouldn’t you be taking it easy for the night? You’ve done enough. And if what happened at the grove tells me anything about you, I’m sure they’ll survive even if you settle. Just for a bit.”
He leads you nearer to the water and produces a small washcloth to clean a bit of your finger as you respond. “The grove? They did that on their own. I just um, take notes.” You sit on a fallen tree, your head still fuzzy, as you observe his crouched form. Inspecting the cut as he cleans it.
A curious interaction. Not one that you’d expect from an non-romanceable NPC, but an interesting one nonetheless. And it would seem that someone had found it equally as interesting, if the way he scrutinizes you had anything to do about it.
He chuckles in turn. “If modesty is how you like to live, then I won’t impose.” He smiles and gets up as you continue your conversation. You don’t recall if the tiefling has ever had this much screen time, but his voice is rather lovely so you don’t complain about it.
You end up discussing quite a bit, but you focus on what can be done about your party. Specifically Karlach as you worry for the future and you’d like to have answers for her when he isn’t around during your journey. He doesn’t have much idea of what else can be done, but he does mention that he should have something by the time you meet him again in Baldur’s Gate.
You do remember that you might meet him a lot sooner, but you don’t mention it explicitly. You do, however, advise him to be extra careful around the oxen as they can be rather unpredictable this time of year.
As you continue, you notice his eyes flit up every now and then. Like something was catching his attention ever so often. You ask him about it and he actually laughs at your genuine inquiry. “It looks like I was wrong. Your friend there looks like he’d like his turn for your company.”
You turn around and you don’t immediately eye anyone looking in your direction. You were never the subtle type, so you looked around, blatantly searching for someone. It was a bit odd to see.
Your eyes do eventually train on his, but he doesn’t necessarily look like he wants to talk to you. Sure, he’s scowling away, though that’s not out of the ordinary at all. Besides, he has a bottle of something that you hope is helping him relax.
Still, perhaps Dammon saw something you didn’t so you politely thank him for his company and excuse yourself.
You greet the others that regard you as you walk past them. Declining the offers to drink and excusing yourself politely when you were asked to stay a bit.
As you approach him, a tiefling tries to strike up a conversation with him. With a bored look, he dismisses them and turns to look at you. He takes a sip, sneers, and begins his rant now that you’re situated in front of him.
“I hate it. This is awful.”
“The…wine?” He looks at you as if he should be mad, but a hint of amusement surfaces past the expression anyway.
“There’s that, but I’m talking about the tieflings. We killed some goblins to save the others. The tally of lives didn’t change much. But what do I get for my hard work? A pat on the head, and vinegar for wine.” He looks down the neck of the bottle, swirling its contents before handing it out for you to take.
You look at the bottle, then him, warily. Modern alcohol is already a wonder to you, and this medieval mead could only do so much worse. Still, you take the bottle, and take a very small sip.
It’s a heavy, rich, red. Dry and sharp. You make a small sound of shock as you keep the liquid in your mouth. Offering him an awkward smile and a nod as you do.
“Ugh, see what I mean? Awful.”
“All I want is a little fun. Is that so much to ask?” You would think that after an entire day of fighting whatever was out there he’d be tired. Apparently not.
You sigh, ready to reprimand him and that he should just enjoy the night, but you stop when you feel his unburdened hand reach out to you. Eyes, boring into your own as he propositions you.
You’re here. Face in the grasp of a character you’ve longed to romance with what little time you’ve had away from your scholarly pursuits. Yet meeting him in strange, yet not all too unfamiliar, territory stirs uncertainty within you. Because while he doesn't have a knife at your throat like he did when your character first met him, it certainly does evoke the same sentiment.
‘To, “make me his”, is that right?’ While the idea is tempting, that statement alone can have various interpretations. And you didn’t want to hedge your bets on the one that made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.
Thankfully, he releases his hold on your visage. Only the gods know how much his touch alone can influence you, and you struggle to stand upright.
“I’m– very,-- truly, sorry, but don’t you think you have the wrong person? I mean,” You gesture to yourself with both hands, a cut visible from the labor in the few hours prior to the large festivities going on.. “Uh…in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly in a position to make any um, lucrative offers.”
He looks at you, a familiar expression graces his face. He leans his weight on one leg, and you struggle to recognize what his body language is conveying. This is one of those instances you wished you had the dice roll mechanic of the game at your disposal.
“Why, that hardly matters, darling. What matters is that you’re here.” He takes a sip from his bottle, the very same that he allowed you to partake from moments prior. Only this time, without the sneer at the aftertaste as he continues.
“But then again, what’s a sinner to do when faced with the very embodiment of chastity?” A smile graces his face, but it’s one that is all too perfect. As if he’s rehearsed the same song and dance enough to save him lifetimes.
“Let’s wait until things quieten down. Once the others are asleep we’ll find each other.”
You have no idea what to expect. Well, you do, but you’re not very sure if this is necessary. You’ll just have to find a way to continue the story without having to go through with this. For now, at least.
“We’ll see about that, Astarion.”
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Beware The Thorns | Part 9
Robin Buckley made it her job to know things about people in Steve Harrington’s life. That was something she’d always done. Ever since they’d been bound to chairs back to back in a basement, ever since Steve had goaded, pushed, and insulted their captors, spitting vitriol, forcing them to focus entirely on him leaving her with barely a scratch, a sore jaw from where one of them had slapped her across the face but that was it.
Steve had been hospitalised for over a week with his injuries.
And in that time, the senior Harringtons had laid waste to the entirety of the group that’d held them captive, and had forged an odd little friendship with Buckley&Buckley, a P.I husband and wife duo who were endlessly grateful for Steve’s sacrifice to ensure their daughters survival.
A friendship that continued for years after the senior Harringtons passed their empire onto their son in their passing.
She wasn’t even supposed to be there, she’d taken it upon herself to investigate something to prove that she could. To prove that she was ready to join her parents in their work. Wrong place, wrong time. But it gained her Steve, he was worth the nightmares.
Which was why she spent her Monday morning going to a coffee shop she didn’t actually enjoy on the east side of the city, drinking overpriced black ‘artisanal’ sludge, which usually she’d be an advocate for, fuck Starcucks an all that jazz, but this place?
Dumpster fire masquerading as a ‘hip new coffee joint’, ran by a douchebag in a beanie with a moustache that didn’t fit his somewhat misshapen potato sack face shape.
All to meet with one very pretty young lady, who seemed to actually enjoy the coffee the shop served.
“I need to know where he’s going to be.” A very pretty lady, who held her coffee cup to pursed, painted red lips, bright blue eyes on Robin’s face. “And I need to know if he’s already locked down a new client, I’m assuming these are things you’ll know… as his friend.”
“Mmnnn, I mean. You’re not wrong.” She took a sip then placed her cup back down on the cork coaster provided. “I do know where he’s going to be, and I do unfortunately know his hook up schedule, but what makes you think I’m going to tell you any of it? As his friend, it’s kind of my job to keep that information on lockdown, isn’t it?”
Robin liked Chrissy. She’d always liked Chrissy, same as Robin always liked Eddie, they had similar vibes. Wearing a mask of thorns to protect the pretty petals from those who’d do them harm. She didn’t know how they knew each other, didn’t know enough about Eddie to make assumptions as to where they’d met, but Chrissy was the closest thing Eddie had to a best friend, as far as Robin knew.
Chrissy was the only friend that Robin could get to without it immediately getting back to Eddie. Eddie’s little game friends, Gareth, Jeff, and Dougie? They’d tell him the second she reached out, would sound an alarm and she’d never get anywhere near him, claiming they were ‘being good friends’, but Chrissy was smarter by far. Chrissy was just enough of a best friend, to know when Eddie happened to need something that he didn’t want to admit to needing.
Just enough of a best friend to be able to tell him he was being an idiot, and not just immediately side with him.
Like Eddie’s very own Robin.
“It is, but I’m hoping that I’m right in the fact that he’s probably been miserable since he ended things with Steve, right?” It all kind of hinged on that. On Eddie’s real feelings behind his little mask. “Steve’s pretty miserable… it’s depressing”
“So miserable he’s sent you out to track Eddie down? Or are you doing this sniffer dog bit on your own initiative?” Robin opened her mouth to reply, but Chrissy continued as if she hadn’t asked a question, asking another instead, “what makes you think he’d be miserable?”
“Which question am I answering here?”
“Mmmmm second one please.” Chrissy took another sip, so nonchalant. She had an energy about her that Robin felt strangely familiar. A countenance Robin had only ever seen in one other person.
“I know he was acting, I know there are sides to Eddie that Steve never saw, that Eddie never let Steve see—”
“Like all the sides of Steve that Eddie never saw?” Robin tensed, brow furrowing “oh unclench, Robbie, the Cunninghams and the Harringtons go back generations, pretty sure Steve and I would have wound up in some stupid arranged marriage had the Harringtons not been against it.” Robin didn’t like not knowing things, why did she not know that? How had she missed Chrissy of all the potentials to have told Eddie about Steve’s life? How did she not know that Steve ought to know Chrissy? “I never said anything to Eddie and I don’t intend to, but… why should I let Eddie be dragged into such a messy life? There’s so many fish in the sea, Robin, why should I let my best friend be dragged down by a shark?” At least now Robin knew why Chrissy’s personality, her eerie calm felt so familiar.
She was Steve in prettier packaging.
“I’m at a disadvantage here, aren’t I?”
“Oh very much so, but you’re very cute so I’m letting you off.” Robin blinked once in surprise, then did her best to quell the pleasant buzz that thrummed through her veins at the not-so-subtle compliment “Please answer my question, why should I give you what you want?”
“He… Steve… He loves him, Chrissy… Steve has done bad stuff, don’t get me wrong, he’s done awful things to people, but I’ve never seen him like he is whenever Eddie’s around. It’s like he’s drowning in the dark and Eddie’s just… a light at the end of the tunnel, an if Eddie loves him too, which I think he does… why should they be apart?”
“And now the real reason, not the Hallmark movie one?” Chrissy raised a brow in boredom.
“I… I don’t know, Chrissy. I don’t know. I don’t. I’m running on best friend fuel. Steve needs him, or at least needs closure from him, and as his best friend I’m duty bound to try and get that for him. I’m sure you don’t love Eddie’s job. Right? He wouldn’t have to do any of it if he just—”
“Gave up his freedom and all the work he’s put in to establish himself in his field for a slim chance at happiness with one of the most dangerous men in the city?” Chrissy leaned back in her chair, one leg crossing over the other as she crossed her arms over her chest, coffee cup left to rest on the coaster.
“Better the devil you know though, right? Wouldn’t you rather him be with someone you know won’t hurt him… than with someone you don’t?” Chrissy’s eyes finally left Robin’s face, dipping down to the right as she thought about it.
Eddie wouldn’t be alone for long, he’d find a new client, he’d be on someone else’s arm, and he’d continue his life unchanged with a risk of being hurt.
Or… or he could have what he wanted.
Chrissy knew what Eddie wanted. They’d spent more than enough evenings on his couch with ice cream mooning over Steve Harrington and while she’d have loved to tell him that he was trash, he was a monster in sheep’s clothing… he just wasn’t. So she’d kept quiet.
She let Eddie pine away for a life he could have if he took a chance, never telling him why he shouldn’t.
“What if this new client wouldn’t hurt him?”
“Let’s be real Chrissy he’s probably already planned on reaching out to Tommy to fill in the gap in his schedule, you and I both know what kind of trash heap Tommy Hagan is.” An easy cash grab that’d probably make Eddie feel like shit. “Do you want to risk Eddie’s happiness on a what if, or do you want to tell me where he’s going to be so Steve can be there and sweep him off his feet?”
In retrospect, Robin should have probably been suspicious when Chrissy sat up straight, when she looked at Robin as if she was assessing her, and she definitely should have been suspicious when, with a short “Alright then,” Chrissy plucked a pen from her bag and a little notepad, and jotted down an address and a time. But with a small victory in her hands, and a front row seat to Chrissy’s perfectly perky… ponytail retreating for the door with their business concluded.
She really wasn’t thinking all that hard.
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Jealousy, jealousy
Jealous Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader (ft. Cady Heron x Aaron Samuels & Damian)
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI. Oral, fingering, toy use, light bondage + choking, overstimulation, edging(reader receiving). Little bit of a public make-out scene, coarse language.
In which reader, who’s too nice for her own good and gets unknowingly hit on. Janis sees it all go down and gets jealous.
Requested? Yes / No
Well, this one’s a mess and I don’t like it. But, here it is! :D
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Janis, Janis, Janis…everyone knew to be afraid of her. Because, one wrong move and she’d break your neck. So who would’ve thought that after the junior year summer break, she would be the one who confessed to you. Janis ‘Imi’ike, the petite yet very intimidating artist whom you found to be extremely attractive, was the one to make the first move. Though it did save you from being embarrassed and too nervous to talk.
Now, it was coming up to the sixth month of your relationship with Janis. You’ve also become an irreplaceable addition to their duo, making you all a trio. Cady and Aaron sat with the three of you sometimes, but Regina was, as always- with Gretchen and Karen. Damian and Janis always told you that you were too nice for your own good, perhaps even a people-pleaser who was afraid to tell others ‘no’. Cady said they were harsh, but to you, they weren’t wrong. You just didn’t admit it. You couldn’t, actually- you were oblivious to the intentions of other people some times and it drives them insane that you’d let them walk all over you. Even Regina’s stepped in to help get you out of situations a couple times. (Janis noticed and started to dislike her a little less for having your back)
So when the new guy first laid his eyes on you, and came up to you to flirt, you had no clue and thought he was just being nice. And you being you, thought that he was just trying to get to know some people to make new friends at a new school. You started to think that it wasn’t so innocent when you saw him around more and more- he was in a couple of your classes and would always try to get a desk next to yours. You’d catch him looking at you in class. And before you knew it, it was the end of the week, you were at your locker unpacking your backpack when he came up to you and asked you out. And jesus, fricking christ- Janis has always had impeccable timing. And not just her- your girlfriend showed up at your side right as new-guy was finishing his question. Oh, boy…the friend group knew that they were in for a show.
“Hey, buddy.” Janis began, leaning onto a locker at first. But, she’s then quickly wedged between you and him. Here’s the thing though- the group knew that Janis was bound to do this the moment she revealed to them that she didn’t like new-guy flirting with you. But she wasn’t mad. Because she knew you were being nice, and nothing else has happened besides talking. And additionally, she was kinda hoping you’d stand up for yourself and say no instead of going along with him. Even just in conversation. No, this was pure jealousy that you had even split your attention onto someone who in her words, was insignificant.
“Oh, hi. I was just-” Poor guy seemed to have no clue either.
“Wipe that smile off your face.” Janis began. “I know what you’re up to, talking to her. She’s not interested.”
“She hasn’t said anything.”
“Because she’s a nice girl who doesn’t like to upset people. I’m not a nice girl. I know you’re new- you just got here at the beginning of the week. And already, you’ve been flirting with girl after girl.” Janis continues. The group backed away a foot or two. “Well, I’ve got news for you- the whole school knows not to mess with my girl. Even Regina George over there- the school’s most popular girl. No one tries to call her names, no one tries to make fun of her, no one tries to catcall her, and no one tries flirt with her. My girl’s out of reach- I’ve seen guys and girls try to get her but they can’t. They’ve never succeeded. Because. Of. Me.”
Honestly, by the end of her little…(not so little) speech, you were terrified of her. What she was gonna do to be getting herself into trouble. you backed away. The group sees the change in your body language and how flustered you simply were. They knew Janis would never hurt you. But Janis was reckless. If anyone mad her even the slightest bit mad, there were physical repercussions- and fast. In the heat of the moment, she was hard to snap out of.
You did what you thought was necessary. You put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention, calling her name firmly. She shrugs your hand off. You called her name again but your efforts were useless as she was fuming. Cady pulled you back instinctively, as though to tell you to just let her be. You couldn’t do anything else when tears were forming in your eyes and clouding your vision.
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A sharp sound of new-guy being slammed against a locker and you flinched. “Do you hear me or not?” Janis snarked, “Eyes up here, dude. These aren’t for you.”
“Yes. Message received, man. I’m so- so sorry. I did not know she was your- oh God.” His tough facade was gone by the end of it and he scurries away. Regina and her posse watch as he nearly takes a tumble, inevitably laughing because his legs were like jelly.
Janis was shaking as her knuckles were white from balling her fists up. She slams a fist into the locker beside her- her own. Repeatedly. Damian literally had to pull her away but it did not work. Neither Aaron nor Cady dared to try, so you stepped in quickly as possible not wanting her to hurt herself even more. You grabbed her forearm, as hard as you could so she could not break free from your grip. “Janis. Janis! Look at me. It’s me. It’s me. He’s gone.” You raised your voice. She blinked and her eyes changed as she abruptly snapped out of her mood. “Janis, it’s fine. He’s gone- he didn’t do anything to me.” Your voice quivered at the end. She licked her lips, biting the inside of her cheek but her eyes had softened as you let go of her forearm.
“You know I don’t like that, baby. Having him talking to you, all clueless that you belonged to me. You’re too nice.” Janis’ voice was low.
“I’m sor-” You began, but she cut you off, roughly kissing you right in front of everybody.
“Is this normal?” Aaron asks awkwardly.
“How dare you be so nice to him…?” She said into the kiss. “I said, eyes on me only, babe. You’ve been bad.”
“Okay, yup. That’s our cue to go,” Aaron decided, taking Cady by the wrist and leaving, “See you guys tomorrow.”
“I doubt you’ll see them.” Damian joked, “Okay, you horny bitches. Let’s stop giving the entire student body a show, thank you.”
Oh god, you were in for a rough night tonight.
Damian had to drag you two out of the school, standing in between the both of you. “So I’m guessing our movie night’s off- now that you have plans to suck faces with each other, clearly. “But since I have a car and was your ride to school, I will be dropping you two off at her place.” Damian decides, pointing to Janis. “That good? Or is there someplace else y’all would rather go to y’know, get it?”
“Shut up, Damian.” Janis scoffs, “Maybe a little too involved?”
“Oh, now you can talk.” He scoffs, “Whatever, get in the car. One of you in front, the other in the back. I don’t want y’all dirtying my car.”
“Now you’re pushing it.” Janis glared at him.
Okay, this wasn’t your first rodeo dealing with a jealous Janis, and as scary as she was when she gets furious at whoever it was, you honestly found it so fucking hot.
“Alright, goodbye, have a good night. Good luck in the morning.”
Janis cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as your cheeks blushed- embarrassed.
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Janis was an only child and both her parents were at work this time of day so you two pretty much had the whole house to yourselves, but you felt the most comfortable in her room and she knew that so that’s where she took you to.
“You know how jealous I get. And it’s not the first time is it, my love.” Her voice was so low, it sent a chill down your spine. “You know what I’d do to you, and if I didn’t know you any better, I would’ve thought you were doing this on purpose just so I would fuck you…is that what you’re doing?” She was already in the mood to pounce on you and you were too, the whole car ride to her house felt like agony being apart from her. You weren’t as vocal as she was, and she always topped you. No complaints, but it was just the matter of how rough she would be that kinda makes you a little extra nervous. If it was anything like the last time— the first time she got jealous, you were sure you’d be a happy camper.
"Take off your clothes, baby. Everything- now." Her tone of voice was making the heat rush through your body and pool in between your legs. You chuckled quietly as you obeyed her order, impatiently awaiting what was to come for you. While she busied you with that task, you saw her bent over a lower drawer in her wardrobe to retrieve a couple of things.
Her door was already locked, and the curtains were already down- it made the room quite dim. Was this a choice or unintentional? "Don't touch yourself. I'll tell you what to do." She says as she sat down on her bed to look at you. "See this thing?" She looked to her side and picked up a dildo - one you've never seen one with a suction cup at the base. "I'm gonna put it here. And I want you to ride it...I'm gonna watch you do it." She says, then stuck in onto the floor in between you and herself. You gulped- the sheer size of that thing equally caught you off-guard as much as it excited you. But you weren't sure you could do it- you've always had difficulties with penetration and Janis knew, Perhaps this was her way to get you used to it and punishing you for talking to new-guy. "I know you can do it." She lowers herself onto the floor to be with you. "I'll help you...work you up to it, if you want." She caresses you cheek, eventually grabbing your face by the chin. "You want that, baby?" She gave in after all, offering to help you after she said she wanted you to do it yourself.
Your cheeks were burning hot and you could feel it. Nodding almost too eagerly making Janis smirked, she started to kiss you, riling you up. Janis sat cross legged on the floor, pulling you so you laid your head in her lap: you could see right into her eyes, and vice versa. As she captures your lips into her own, kissing you over and over, her hands pushed your legs apart contented that she could see that reflection of your glistening cunt in her mirror. "You see that, babe?" She asks- you couldn’t. Obviously. But you could feel her every move…how her fingers gently traced your folds and circled your clit. So soft and loving, it made you giddy happy. She chuckles feeling your body react. “I think you’ve got it, honey. Don’t you think- do you feel how wet you are?” Her other hand- her right hand cups your breast and you let out a whimper that you could not control.
“I knew it. It turned you on, didn’t it? Me threatening the guy?” Her voice husky, another thing that made you incredibly, incredibly needy. Janis knew you like the back of her own hand. It was easy to make you lose control. And right now, she was practically going down the list of how to make you obscenely wet. “You wanna try that for me? And be a good girl?”
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Janis shoves two fingers inside you while kissing you at the same time, making you moan into the kiss with ease. Then she kept going for awhile, both her gestures. The part of her hand at the bottom of her palm repeatedly hits your clit with each plunge of her fingers. The pleasure sends sparks down your spine, your back beginning to arch.
“What a needy little thing you are…”She forcefully pulls out of you to give you an abrupt emptiness, “On your knees…give that a shot.” You managed to push yourself off her, but not before she gave you a smack on your cunt, making your curse under your breath. She held onto your hand as you positioned yourself. Then, Janis grabbed onto your hips as she slowly lowered you against the tip of the silicone. “Ah!” You seethed feeling the stretch, “Oh, fuck.”
Your heartbeat starts racing at this unfamiliar sensation, unsure of just what exactly you were feeling. “Do you want to stop?” Janis asked, analysing your face. You lowered yourself a little bit more, letting out a low groan in the midst. “Okay, no then.” She leans in, cupping your face to connect your lips together, giving you deep wet kisses.
“Okay?” She asks, her hand reaching down to rub your clit. You panted, a whine follows swiftly. You did not reply with words but just whine after whine that grew in pitch.
“Keep going, baby. Keep going.” She chuckles, “Let me see you and hear you.” Janis slowly breaks away from you, leaning back to watch you while rubbing one out for herself. Watching you ride the thing, your breasts moving along with your grinding. She couldn’t help it but moan too, spurring you on. “Get it fully in- just a little bit more to go.” She encouraged, her legs crossed as she continues staring at you. “Uh-uh, no, honey. Hands off now.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You sighed.
“Hands behind your back.” She ordered.
“No.”
“Hands behind your back, y/n.” She repeated. “Listen to me otherwise I’m not gonna lay my hand on you for the rest of it. You’d be on your own.”
Shit.
What you needed now was way more than this and she was delaying your climax for way too long.
“Look at me. And keep doing that.” She demanded. Her voice became harsher as she practically lunged at you. “Still no? Fine, alright. Lean down.” She pushes you so that your top half kept getting closer to the floor, but you were resisting so she pushed harder. Eventually, you decided to listen, your cheek comes into contact with the cold floor as your ass was up in her face. Tempted, she gives it a hard slap, rubbing the area after. “Please. Please.” You cried out, “Please, I need you.”
You couldn’t stand the ache anymore. It really began to hurt.
“You promise you’ll be a good girl for me, princess?” She teases you with her fingers, just for a second or two before she held both your wrists together behind your back. Her other hand grabbing ahold of the dildo so she could use it on you in a moment.
“Yes, Janis. I’m sorry, please!” Desperate. That’s what you were. And exactly what she wanted to hear from you.
“Thank you, baby.” She smiles to herself, pushing the dildo into your tight hole, awaiting your moans and whines. Janis was rough, but made sure she didn’t hurt you. Her sole purpose here was to make you feel good. So that could you come, maybe squirt— she was hoping. She would love to see that.
When your legs begin to shake, something she hasn’t seen before, she took the opportunity to go even rougher, twisting the toy as she pushes it in and out insanely fast. Your moans were so high-pitched that it’d typically annoy the fuck out of yourself but your mind was so clouded that you didn’t give a shit. Neither did Janis. “Oh, my girl’s so fucking hot…” She panted, “Let me hear more.” Even though you did as she said, her hand stops moving, leaving the silicone shaft inside of you as she watches you drip. “I said let me hear you!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth. Janis then flips you over, gripping her hand just tightly enough around your neck to make you lightheaded. As her hand moved about, you caught a glimpse of her bloodied knuckles. You snatched her hand off your neck and took a closer look at her hand. Something almost primal came over to you as you admired her hands and fingers, eventually licking her bloody knuckles.
Janis moans, apparently enjoying your action. You laughed, satisfied that you could make her weak- even just for a moment.
“Bold. Didn’t even know I liked that.” She raised her brows, meaning for you to lie back down, “You wanna come, sweetie?”
“Mhm.” You nodded instantly, licking your lips.
“You’re close, baby. Very close.” She coos, hovering over you, “I’m gonna lie down, and you’re going to lay on me, okay?”
“Okay.” You agreed.
“Good.” She got into position, “Your head towards my legs.” Wordlessly, you follow her order. She didn’t disappoint either, her tongue diving into your pussy immediately to taste you like you were her death row meal.
“Fuck, fuck. Right there, right there.” You pant, “Oh, shit! What is that-”
“It’s fine, just let go.” She hurriedly told you.
“I’ve never-”
“Just squirt on my fucking face, y/n! Let go- it’s fucking hot.” She answered crudely, her tongue resuming its ministrations to get what she wanted. It definitely felt weird and was a first for you, because it literally just felt like you had to pee. But judging by Janis’ reaction to your new…form of unraveling, you could only watched as you see more and more clear liquid gushing out of yourself.
“Fuck! Stop, stop, stop.” You gasped, lifting yourself away from her face. “Janis, stop! I can’t- oh, my fucking God.”
“This is what happens when you’re not a good girl and make me jealous, you hear?” She stops, you fall flat onto her to catch your breath.
“Yeah.” You nodded, “Fuck, I need a shower.”
“You kinda gave me one.” She laughs.
“Janis.” You snorted pushing yourself off of her.
“Okay, alright. No more of that.” She promised, and you pull her up. “Let’s go take a shower, hm?”
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𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕´𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖 ୨୧
adult!Van x fem!reader (smut)
when your friend mentions that she´s been seeing someone, you don´t picture the person she introduces you to. after a few weeks of being around Van, tension builds and something is bound to happen.
minors dni. warnings: oral (reader receiving), infidelity kind of
(disclaimer: more plot! i felt like doing something slow burn-ish, and it´s basically just Van being pretty desperate.. i think adult Van is for sure the type to get tangled up in dating drama, so here you go!)
it was summer, a particularly hot one. you were back in your hometown for three months and spent most of your time catching up with old friends, which was an easy way to always have something to do; they dragged you to the lake, camping, out to clubs, to dinner. it was everything you needed after a few very stressful months before.
during the first week of being home, one of your friends told you about someone she´d been seeing, and you were curious to know what kind of person she´d go for. your friend group was diverse but still, you did not expect someone like Van to walk in that night she introduced her to the group. she was quite a bit older than most of you, rather reserved, and painfully your type. you masked your attraction well but you were immediately very affected by Vans presence, unbearably so.
the weather did not help at all; she was dressed in a white tank top, her freckled shoulders and arms on full display, her long red hair framing her stunning face perfectly, one hour into knowing her you were secretly already crazy about her. the following weeks Van came around a few times and it always went the same way: your friend talking to people, all bubbly and excited and Van just sitting there with an unconvincing smile, an air of "i´d rather not be here". it was odd, you couldn´t understand how they´d ended up dating, they were both lovely people but did not seem like a good fit whatsoever. the group was big enough and dinners included enough drinking for the strange lack of chemistry to go unnoticed, except by you.
your interest was clearly piqued by Van and a few times you swore you´d caught her looking at you too, but each time you tried to return her gaze, it escaped you, so you often just ended up studying her expression for a while, curious who this hot stranger was behind the tough exterior. after a month of multiple dinners and hangouts that included Van, you grew increasingly excited each time she was around, you tried to talk to her a few times, you often lingered around wherever she was standing, you weren´t too obvious about it, but Van noticed, and you had no idea, but it was killing her.
she couldn´t think clearly whenever you were around; your gentle face, your beautiful laugh, the way you kept paying attention to her when everyone else seemed to overlook her, it all made her feel weak and trapped, since she couldn´t just go after you, not before resolving whatever mess she was entangled in. unless she wanted trouble, unless she was willing to take that risk, which deep down, beneath all that repression: she was.
the night that things changed, it was August. summer was coming to an end, everyone had gathered at the house of your richest friend, around 20 people, any drink you could want readily available, great food spread out over a large dining table outside, the summer heat retreating and the relief of a cool breeze sweeping in. it was perfect, and yet, as always, Van seemed to be somewhere else mentally, her expression neutral at best, a hint of something else in there, maybe anger, maybe sadness, you couldn´t really tell.
around 12 am everyone was pretty drunk, you´d had a few glasses but you were sober enough to catch Van looking pretty rough next to your friend who was absolutely shitfaced, blissfully unaware of the gloomy vibe radiating off her date, so Van quietly left the table. nobody noticed. nobody but you. a few minutes passed, five, ten, fifteen, and you grew worried at that point, wondering if she was actually ill and needed help, so you slipped away too.
the house was massive but you managed to find the bathroom, the door was closed so you knocked, listening for a response but none came, so you cracked the door open, realizing it wasn´t locked, a sharp tone hitting you all of a sudden: "please no, not now" Van said, her hands gripping the sink, gaze cast to the floor. you backtracked "oh okay, i didnt mean to-" the second she realized it was you, her vibe shifted, she stood upright then, "oh its you, sorry i thought you were-" she didn´t complete the sentence but you knew she had almost said you friends name. you didn´t know this but she´d had a little crisis in there realizing she was behaving like a messy twenty year old with her dating habits, instead of a person in their forties, berating herself about being a in a mid-life crisis, until you interrupted the thoughts.
you walked in then, eyeing her, trying to figure out what was going through her mind, "yeah just me. listen, are you okay? you looked a little out of it all night", she almost couldn´t bring herself to look at you but she did, seeing you that up close only making her already red cheeks feel even hotter, "oh, dont worry, i just had a tough day". you smiled to yourself, suppressing a laugh, she questioned you, "what´s so funny?" her tone a little more annoyed than she intended, "i mean, it wasnt just today, was it? i´ll be honest, you always look like you´re being held hostage sitting next to her", Van rolled her eyes but couldn´t really deny it.
"well maybe i am?" she said, a little defeated, you were amused by her being all dramatic, "oh really? that bad? why are you still with her then? you aren´t even girlfriends, are you?" she shook her head, "no but it´s. you know. complicated. i have no idea how to break it off, the night we met i was alone and sad and drunk and it felt good to be wanted but. yeah i´m kinda lost here, it´s so dumb" she looked at you then, seeing you nod, your faint smile, irritated by your charming aura "and you´re not making it any easier by the way" she said, you piped up then, "me?? what the hell am i doing?", her gaze was charged, fixing you, "you know."
you kept protesting, "no, please enlighten me", you might have been doing it on purpose, pushing her, and she could tell. "oh come on, you keep staring at me, all the time, and it´s not very subtle" you grinned then, "only because you keep looking first". she knew you were right, she knew she´d been the one who started the whole catching glimpses from across the table thing. you continued, "besides i´m not dating anyone, i can look wherever i want. you´re the one who should be more discreet" you teased, she shook her head, clearly riled up, "stop that".
you leaned against the wall then, the door closed by that point, looking at her with a hint of satisfaction, getting more words out of her than during all the weeks before, "you know i could just leave, make this easier for you, i wouldn´t mind, i can go home".
her tone was low then, stern almost, "don´t".
"i shouldn´t go?", she shook her head "no".
"you´re sending mixed singals here, Van"
hearing you say her name, your soft voice, it was too much, her whole body reacted to it like she was being called closer. you could tell it had struck a nerve, she was looking at you from where she was standing as if she wanted to lunge at you, first it looked aggressive, then it registered as what it really was; hunger. she looked starved and you realized your barely clothed body was only making it worse, your exposed thighs illuminated by the dim light in the expensive bathroom, your bare neck, your chest, the faint glow that the sun and sweat had left, your scent, it was like you´d purposely walked into a trap in that room, of course, of course Van wouldn´t handle it well, being enclosed with you like that. it struck you all at once, and you couldn´t deny it, how hot she looked checking you out like that, one last time she tried to stop it.
"dont give me that look" she pleaded, but you were beyond hesitation by that point, staring at her in a way that gave her the final push she needed.
she stepped closer to you then, so close you could feel her body heat, could feel her bare knee grazing yours, her hands on your arms then, running over your skin, a shiver down your spine, "god you´re so fucking beautiful" she whispered to herself, already turned on just from touching you lightly, your face giving away how good it felt to have her that close, your lips parted, her fingers running over your upper arms, to your shoulders, your neck, mesmerized, "Van.." you begged, she was breathing heavily enough for you to hear it, "you know how hard it´s been for me? to be around you all the time, to feel you looking at me with those eyes? " she was breathing against your lips then, "tell me i´m right" she whispered, a hand on your chest, "admit it, you’ve wanted me all along"
you couldn´t take it anymore, no time for words, you grabbed her face, pulling her in for a kiss, feeling her push you against the wall with how eagerly she leaned into it, immediately kissing you hard enough to force you into submission, and you gladly let her take charge; mouth open, sounds escaping you during the split seconds your lips were separated, which only fucked with her head more, she was clearly starved because she waited until the very last moment to stop devouring you and catch her breath, only pulling away once your lips were swollen red and your body was practically melting into her, her hands resting on your waist as you both tried to remain somewhat composed, you thought that was it, you thought that brief moment of transgression would stay brief, but Van had other plans.
she leaned closer again, whispering, "can you be quiet?", thinking of the people down the hall. she knew that once she´d get a taste of you, she wouldn´t be able to stop, so it was on you, to control yourself, it was on you to make sure you two wouldn´t be caught. you said yes, semi confident in your ability to keep it together, as she was already fumbling with your zipper, pulling your shorts down almost violently as she got on her knees, you had no time to process, looking down at her, shaking your head, a barely audible "what the fuck are you doing" directed downwards, watching her look up at you as her strong hands grabbed your thighs, her expression had shifted from aggression to desperation, she was begging you, "please let me taste you" voice all sultry and needy, there was no way you could have said no to her then, so you nodded, feeling your body heat up even more as she ripped your underwear down too then, kissing your inner thighs while pushing your legs further apart, feeling you tense up "jesus fuck"... you were done for, and you knew it.
she bit your soft skin out of sheer desperation, leaving slight teeth marks, you knew she´d found you attractive but that level of need was a shock. she pushed her face between your legs in a way you´d rarely felt someone do, like she actually wanted to be suffocated by the sensation of your wetness, like she wanted to be buried in you, as intensely as possible, not giving a fuck about getting enough air, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pulled you down onto her face, your back against the wall, pulling one of your calves over her shoulder to get more access, groaning into you as her flat tongue ran over over warm cunt to lap up what had collected there, kissing your aroused lips feverishly all over before diving in, intense, fast movements, immediately making it hard for you to remain quiet, an unexpectedly loud moan echoing through the tiled room, which made her squeeze your thigh very hard to signal to you "shut the fuck up", which you tried, your palm over your mouth then, muffling the cries, as she held you in place, eating you out like she´d been waiting for years, not just a few weeks, switching between licking and sucking your clit, fully driving you mad with arousal, her own sounds only a non issue because you were practically sitting on her mouth, whenever you thought she might slow down she just kept going and going, humming with pleasure, your taste even better than she´d imagined, the heat of your cunt mixed with the velvety slickness, the feeling of it all over her lips, her tongue, all of it making her delirious, wishing she´d have given in sooner, making up for it by leaving no part of your cunt neglected, your hand was wet with your own spit by that point, trying hard to keep it together, she could tell you were unravelling, holding your increasingly weak legs in place over her face, her chin glistening at that point, you tried to be quiet as possible as you whined "jesus fuck im gonna-" voice cut off from another wave of pleasure.
she spoke up for a second "it´s okay, cum on my face, i got you", you didn´t need to be told twice, your hands in her hair, holding onto her, pushing her over the edge too as she focused solely on your clit, sucking hard enough to almost make you black out from it, not letting go until your knees buckled and you almost slid down the wall, biting your hand as you came against her lips, her hands still supporting you, probably having left a few bruises which you didn´t mind at all. once you were truly finished she let you go, letting you collect yourself, as she got up from the floor, a deeply satisfied grin, a glow to her, the face of a woman who´d gotten exactly what she wanted, taking in the sight of you all disheveled, your clothes still on the floor.
"here let me help you with that", she reached down, pulling up your underwear, gently, a contrast to the way she´d ripped it off, followed by your shorts, even buttoning them up for you, facing you afterwards, adjusting your fucked up hair a little, "here you go, that´s better", a tenderness to it, that she just couldn´t deny herself.
you were regaining some strength then, "i dont think anyone has ever been that desperate for me" you said, a pleased smile, pride swelling in your chest, thinking of her kneeling in front of you like she was worshipping you, Van looked at you, clearly very enamored, "no? that´s hard to believe, look at you" gesturing towards you, you were increasingly charmed by her, "right, sure", she laughed, "i mean it. if we weren´t here.." her hands roaming your body, "yeah, what then?", she grinned, "well, this would´ve just been the start" you were turned on again by that, pulling her closer, chest to chest.
"yeah? you wanna fuck me, is that it?" she was thrilled by your shamelessness, "i mean, obviously", you smiled, hands in her hair, eliciting a sigh, already having clocked that it was a weak spot for her, "hm, i think we can do something about that" your voice syrupy sweet, killing her, you thought for a second as she kept caressing you, "okay, here´s the plan. you´ll go back out there and tell them you´re tired and going home. i´ll ask if you can give me a ride because I need to be up early tomorrow, and then we´ll leave together. and the rest, well you can use your imagination" she laughed, shaking her head "you´re not wasting any time here, huh? and i thought i was the desperate one" you shrugged, unapologetic,"you think i´d just let you go after all that? too late, sorry" she smiled, "yeah. yeah it is", a shared agreement in the air.
she almost left the room then, before you pulled her back around by her wrist, "you´re forgetting something", she looked confused, "jesus christ, do you want her to taste me on your lips, when she kisses you goodbye?" you went over to grab a paper towel, drenching it in the sink, before walking over and holding her head in place while wiping her mouth and chin clean for her, Van just letting you boss her around for a moment. you threw the towel away, looking back at her after, she seemed at a loss, fully at your mercy.
"you´re gonna be the fucking end of me" she uttered.
"we´ll see" you said, smiling, patting her on the back, before pushing her out of the door, impatient, eager to see what else the night had in store.
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Who’s watching you….???👀🗣️👂🏾(Tarot Reading PAC)
Ok let’s find out who’s watching you…?
Pile 1 Pile 2
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Pile 1
Tarot Cards Pulled: KoS, Strength, AoW, Devil (rv), 4oP (rv)
Oracle cards: Religious Beliefs, Institution, one sided
So immediately, what I first got is that that television show on Netflix called you like, someone could be stalking you, someone could like just be lurking in the shadows I don’t know it’s like an icky energy. I keep hearing you, you, you. So maybe it could be yourself or someone like yourself. But I really resonate more with YOU the Netflix series. So whoever’s watching you pile one they are extremely courageous/brave.
They know how to think on their feet and they have a high level of quick wit. They know how to seize the moment and this can bring a lot of new opportunities into you life. This could also be you or the energy that you’re about to step into in the near future. Regardless there are countless opportunities and new beginnings/projects coming up for you pile 1 congratulations. And this person may be beneficial to helping you succeed. (I heard a group of y’all)
This may also be someone who’s head strong and quite impatient…this may be exemplified when speaking about their passions. This person may have dealt with obsessions, addiction, or bad habits which caused them major grief but, they are moving on and freeing themselves from the bounds of their addictions whatever it may be. This person is no longer holding on to unhealthy habits and attachments their finding a new them.
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👁️Someone who could be apart of an Institution/Industry
👁️Someone who can often be viewed as one-sided
👁️Someone with Aries placements or Aries energy
👁️Hiding true nature about one’s spiritual/religious beliefs
Pile 2
Tarot cards pulled: Judgement, AoC, AoW, 3oC (rv), KoC
Oracle cards: Attraction, Six attacking one, Ignorance
The person watching you has had sometime for self reflection. To really evaluate themselves or you or, this may be you. (Take it as it resonates) They want to start a new with you and offer you this cup of love, they are here to offer you passion New Romantic beginnings….which could lead to love and even pregnancy. (Be careful) You or they may have made a snap judgement about each other and never got the real chance to see a connection bloom or, this may happen in the near future.
There has been some sort of self awakening between you two or within yourselves. This could be someone who has been working on something significant within their life or, they’ve done the hard work to get where they are mentally. This could be highly focused individual, especially in regards to career, stability, money, and balance. This could have been a past lover/friend/family member who used to gossip about you or a had a bitchyness to them. Alternatively this could be someone who isolates and shuts themselves away for social interactions.
This person has great wit but uses it impulsively instead of strategically. For like one person this person may have been the wrong choice for you and you may have gotten pregnant and ended the pregnancy. (I’m so sorry) I think this person fights people with their mind and their communication style. They are definitely a smooth talker so I’m getting masculine vibes here. They’re like a bad-ass alien Lml.
Quick Messages
Someone who may have to travel overseas to meet you
Someone who you’re very attracted towards or vice versa
Someone who may have been ganged up on or may have hanged up on you (may be where the gossip is coming from 🤷🏾♀️)
Someone who may have feigned ignorance in the past to get over on you/ they had someone do this to them
Extra🧚🏾♀️: Also may be Aquarius or have Aquarius placements in their natal chart
Pile 3
Tarot cards pulled: The Fool (rv), KoC (rv), 2oC (rv), 10oW
Oracle cards: Risky action, Free self from demands and expectations, gaining clarity (rv)
Someone who may be indecisive about you or about a situation their going through. This person doesn’t want me to know their giving me suck a hard time shuffling 🙄🤣. They may have a lot of hope or faith one it comes to their life’s journey; to many they come off as a foolish individual. They could be overly emotional/optimistic to the point it could become detrimental later down the line for them. They could be extremely gullible and naïve yet they’re grown as hell.
They have a lot of distractions in their life and you happen to be one of them. This is a careless person who does not have the emotional intelligence to carry out any social tasks let alone any type of relationship. They have no real plan in life and when they get a leg up they shit on that person. They could have taken advantage of you financially when they first came into your life or, when they do eventually come into your life. They constantly had irrationally moody fits with people which caused them to lose out on career opportunities/advancements.
This is someone who is unbelievably unbalanced and you both are definitely opposite who do not attract. They may be extremely overwhelmed right now because, they have no clear direction in life…they’re quite miserable. They are holding on fighting to things they have a passion for but they are emotionally unstable and this causes major tower moments within their life. They could suffer from a depression but use this as an excuse to manipulate people. It’s just weird energy overall steer clear of this person. (or people I hear👀)
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They may say things that really rub people the wrong way
They take a lot of unnecessary risks with little to no reward
They have yet to gain any real clarity from the terrible decisions
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Any recommendations for longer-than-one-shot games that feature player characters managing a tension between two (or more) of their characteristics?
I love a Lasers & Feelings hack, but they're definitely not geared for campaigns!
THEME: Character Tension!!!
Hello friend! I couldn’t think of many games that used the same kind of tension present in Lasers and Feelings, but Honey Heist hits a lot of the same key notes I think - that of pulling your characters closer and closer to one end or the other. So I looked for games that give you tools to alter your chances of success - at the cost of pulling you towards one sort of ending or another. These endings shouldn’t be something you can hit in only one game, but is likely to happen over the course of a short campaign.
Ares Ascendant, by Dan Brown.
Colonizing Mars is more than an exercise of grit and technology and science. It’s politics and economics, too. It’s forming a new social, political, and economic framework in which humanity can thrive, all within a hostile environment.
Human achievement won’t be marked by getting to Mars. It will be marked by humanity’s ability to stay there.
In Ares Ascendant, players assume the roles of Earth’s best and brightest, the group who will establish the first Martian colony. They won’t start entirely from scratch, as their transport ship is loaded with supplies, and unmanned vessels have been dropping equipment over the last several years. Despite the head start, however, the group will be responsible for getting things ready for more colonists.
Ares Ascendant uses the PARAGON system, replacing the Glory/Pathos meters with a Renown/Fatigue dichotomy instead. Your characters are trying to develop the first Martian colony, which is both a high-profile and a taxing job. When you do the best out of your companions on an action, you gain Renown, which basically acts as a measure of how many people will remember what you contributed to the mission.
If you want to increase your chances of success on any given roll, you can spend a point of Fatigue to push yourself and add an extra dice from one of your character’s Domains. If you fill up your Fatigue track, you mark a point of Reputation. When you fill your Reputation track, your story is over, and your Renown will determine how well-known you are. All in all, how hard will you push yourself, and will you lose your chance at making history if you try too hard to succeed on your own?
Ash Island, by Brian Binh.
Ash Island is a roleplaying game of pain, darkness, despair, and hope for a GM and one or more players, set in a fog-shrouded New England town on a small island dominated by an evil force that manifests the characters' own inner demons to torment them.
You take the role of anchorites, unfortunate souls bound to the dark spirit of the island by the unique suffering of their own personal sins or trauma. You answered the island's siren call and find yourself trapped in a ghost town full of dangerous monsters. Unarmed and alone, you must use your talents to explore, arm yourself, and find a way to escape. Of course, you can't just run away. There's something else you have to do first…
Ash Island is built on the Ruled by Night SRD, which uses two pools of resources called Shadow and Flame. I’m not entirely sure if these pools retain the same name in this hack, but the way they work should stay the same. You can accumulate Shadow through successfully stealthing from one point to another, while you accumulate Flame when you must resort to (loud and flashy) violence. A higher Flame pool requires you to spend more Shadow in order to have a success, and you can only reduce your Flame after you’ve taken care of another penalty called Suspicion. These two pools should pull your characters between a way out that is difficult but keeps you safe, or a way out that is easy but draws more and more danger your way.
Part-Time Gods, by Third Eye Games.
The gods of today are shadows of what the old gods possessed. Their power has been heavily diminished, and many choose to live a regular, mortal life, revealing themselves as gods only when absolutely necessary. They have a mortal life, a job (or career if they’re lucky), friends, family, and everything that comes with being human, and they work hard to protect these things from harm. On the other side of the coin, they also have a Dominion to command and oversee, a deific Territory to defend from intruders, secret societies to which they owe allegiances (called Theologies), and other gods in their pantheon to try to get along with. This becomes their life, the balancing of the mortal and the divine, the normal and the supernatural, the mundane and the strange.
Part-Time Gods Second Edition (PTG2E) is the latest iteration of an amazing setting about gods and the people, groups, and places in their lives that keep them tied to their humanity.
In Part-Time Gods, your character has to balance how much of their time they spend on their godly duties, and how much of their time they spend on their mundane jobs and relationships. When you create your character, you’ll take options that give you either more free time or more money, and both of these resources are needed to help manage your responsibilities. This game does a really good job of exemplifying the balancing act of your characters’ lives in it’s rules - although it also requires a bit of bookkeeping in order to keep track of all of your responsibilities. Out of all of the games listed here, I think PTG is the most suited for a very long campaign.
Cthulhu Deep Green, by Dissonance.
Building upon the groundwork set out in Cthulhu Dark by Graham Walmsley, Cthulhu Deep Green contains a modified rules set for playing as Agents of The Conspiracy: a shadowy government agency tasked with concealing evidence of the supernatural.
Cthulu Deep Green has a fairly simplistic ruleset, with one character resource called Stress that you will mark every time you roll. In CDG, you will often find yourself rolling with something called a Dark Dice, which will add to your Stress level if it is the highest-rolled result out of your entire pool. Adding a Dark Dice might be required if you want a chance to success, or to re-try for something better, but take too much and you’ll burn out. I’m not entirely sure how fast the Stress accumulation happens in this game - I think if your play group is roleplay heavy, you might be able to play this game over quite a few sessions before your characters get completely burned out.
Those of Us Who Know Better, by C.J.Linton.
Those of Us Who Know Better is a tabletop roleplaying game about transgender superheroes whose powers come at a price. Civilians by day, in community every other Thursday evening, and heroes by night, the players use their powers to problem solve and offer protection and support around town. These powers must be used sparingly, however, because every use of a superpower demands a specific and costly remuneration.
The tension that exists in this game lies in the consequences of using your powers. When you create your superhero, you choose a superpower and a consequence. You can use the superpower, but immediately after you must do something else, as well as take a (temporary) hit to one of your stat modifiers. As a result, your stats will increase and decrease as you play.
Games I've Talked About Before
Apocalypse Keys is all about fighting the Harbinger inside you; you have the potential to both save the world and end it - will your companions save you from your doom, or drag you closer to it?
The Empire Undying uses the same number-between-two-stats as Lasers and Feelings, but I think it's designed for a longer run-time than just a one-shot, and not just because you're using a larger number range (2-9 instead of 2-5).
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My Fic Recs
South Park
Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space (gremlinteeth)–(Creek-complete(137k)–this is quite literally the greatest fic in existence. ‘but South Park is cring–’ shut your mouth, get over it, and read this masterpiece. The character/relationship development, worldbuilding, symbolism, characterization?? I still get emotional listening to “Wouldn’t It Be Nice.” by The Beach Boys.... Like what?!? I cannot wait for the day that I have forgotten enough of this fic that I can reread it again properly. IDC what fandom you’re from read this fic.
Me, You, And Time(HelplessRomantic_2)--(Creek-complete(13k))--There are a lot of fics on Craig and Tweek’s development using canon moments in the show and I think this one does it best. Characterization, realism, character/relationship development, friend group dynamics. It’s just a great fic overall. Love it
Family Is What You Make Of It(Mareepysheepy)--Creek-complete(17k))--This fic is unbelievable. It’s an absolute masterpiece of a take on the Tucker family dynamic and how Tweek has fit into their lives. The unconditional love they have for each other and Tweek’s support for Craig. It’s one of my favorite Tucker family fics and the writing itself is phenomenal
Life In Color (BlameCanada)-@blame-canada-Creek-Complete(2k)--This is so artistically written and underappreciated. It’s a shorter one-shot, but their ability to take Craig’s monotonous descriptions to show how his worldview and outlook literally change with Tweek around is beautiful. Gives me that chest achy lovey feel and cannot get enough
Your Eyes, My Nose (PinkFan_Gurl)-@pinkfan-gurl-Creek-Incomplete(75k)-I admit, I was a little hesitant at first because babies, but I gave it a chance and OH my god I’m so glad. The writing style is fantastic, the characterization is phenomenal, there are unique relationship dynamics, and most importantly we get dopey Craig who is so in love with Tweek it’s embarrassing. I flip out when I see there's an update in my inbox. Not complete, but still updates 🙂
A Beautiful Sight, We’re Happy Tonight (@tlinrookie)-Creek-Complete(13k)--I am so obsessed with this fic, it's just so fucking good and one of my favs. Post-high school hook-up into insecure/awkward flirting? It’s so well done and realistic as a concept that if someone told me this actually happened to them in college I’d believe it. I love that in my fics. And once again, awkward blushy Craig <3
press pause (pink2d)--Creek-complete(13k)--Just Craig overwhelmed with his newly developing feelings through fantastic writing and emotional description. He just wants to kiss his boyfriend but can’t stop overthinking literally everything. I LOVE the author’s use of little details and actions to show love and build up on Craig’s end, gives you a chest achy emotion
Anyone Else But You(@fruitloopzed)-Creek-Complete(3k)--One of my fav meet cutes. I’m always a sucker for love at first sight, but Craig seeing a cute boy at five-years-old and his first instinct being to rizz them up with red racer? What a concept. Genius. It’s so cute and actually writes them in character for their age which is well done
Nervous young inhumans(tweakers)-Creek-Incomplete(136k)@tweakerist--Have you ever wanted Craig to be hopelessly in love, but literally everyone and their grandma knows except him? Well, I have the fic for you! lmao seriously tho Craig is an idiot. but his and Tweek’s relationship dynamic/development is so good. I will reread some interactions like ten times cause they’re so cute and funny. So if you also like dialogue/interactions sign yourself up. It’s incomplete, but author updates regularly!
Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun
More Trouble Than You’re Worth(@voidjelli)–Amanene-Complete(183k)- Have you ever wanted as many fanfic tropes as possible shoved into one beautifully written fic? Well I've got the story for you! lol I’m personally obsessed with ‘he’s so in love with her it’s pathetic’ so this fic kills me. The writing is phenomenal and the characterization/relationship buildings are amazing. I’m a sucker for good friendships and fun group dynamics which this fic is filled with AND there’s a prequel Last Call(7k)
Undertow(Kawffee)-@kawff33-Amanene-Complete(96k)--The amount of effort and research that must have gone into this fic astounds me. Like a mystery/romance with a small-town island setting, Nene doing Orca research? I learned so much. The writing is astounding, the concept is fantastic, it was so fun to read, and I’m amazed it exists as just a fanfic tbh
#honestly i have more of both and other ships but these are my fav rn#south park#craig tucker#sp creek#sp craig#jshk#amanene#fic recs#tweek tweak#tbhk#hanako#nene#maybe i'll add if and when i have more fics to share#sharing is caring after all#if i missed any blog tags feel free to add them I tried to find everyone :)#hananene
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SPOILERS FOR OPPENHEIMER BY THE WAY BECAUSE I HAVE WAY TOO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS MOVIE AND WANT TO DISSECT IT
Okay so I know there are some very reasonable and valuable complaints, comments, and criticisms about Oppenheimer and how it handles the ACTUAL victims of the war, martyrizing Oppenheimer, an arguably very gray character in reality for more reasons than the atomic bomb and...trying to poison his mentor. You know. The basics.
THAT SAID I AM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR CILLIAN MURPHY'S PORTRAYAL OF OPPENHEIMER LIKE I HAVE A 3 IN 1 DEAL FOR HYPERFIXATIONS RIGHT NOW I THINK BECAUSE WE HAVE THE ACTUAL MOVIE, CILLIAN, AND THEN OPPENHEIMER. AGH. LOSING MY MIND. PICKING APART EVERY SCENE AND DETAIL WHILE ALSO GUSHING ABOUT CILLIAN'S PERFORMANCE.
on that note here's some things I worked out about the movie, or rather, my takes on them for those curious (some of these are definitely a stretch, but I like seeing how far I can push a metaphor once I find one, so here we go):
Lotta controversy about the "I am become death" quote during the sex scene, which, fair. I can see why they included it though, upon reflection. In the moment, it just feels like a strange foreshadowing of the bomb itself, which did Not resonate with me and seemed fairly jarring, but upon closer inspection, I think the relevance of that quote in *that* context is that this is the first person Oppenheimer lost. Jean needed Oppenheimer, and he blamed himself for her suicide (or murder, maybe). This was the first time he "became death, destroyer of worlds"; the first marble in the bowl, which mirrors Oppie's reaction to the bomb's actual detonation quite well, too, I think. Something terrible has just happened, and yet the expectation is that Oppenheimer shows up and pretends all is well and he isn't horribly damaged, just martyring on.
SECOND
The orange from Rabi might be a bit deep or I might be a bit stupid. Oranges tend to symbolize positivity and aid, so being told to eat one by a friend in his most vulnerable moment is a kindness, hence some symbolism there. I did unpack this deeper though, say, such that oranges need to be peeled to get to the sweetness, and they are one of the sweetest citrus fruits, though they maintain their tang. This represents perfectly how the orange delivery felt in that scene; sweetness from Rabi in a moment of vulnerability, the orange peel gone, the bitter and trauma numbed exterior of Oppenheimer stripped away for just a moment before the sour slammed back in full force. Also just. Really stretching it but oranges being segmented could both represent a fractured mind AND the different perspectives on Oppenheimer as a whole and his reputation to this day.
Oh and General Groves when telling Oppenheimer he's essentially done with him but will ..try? To keep in contact? And update him?? He's buttoning up his coat if I remember right, mirroring his guard getting put up as he ends his amicable dealings and negotiations with Oppenheimer, adding layers and making himself less vulnerable. Oppie, meanwhile, smokes as the quiet, socially acceptable way to perform an anxious ritual.
Also the RAIN. Don't have this one fully unpacked yet and maybe never will but Cillian in an interview mentioned that Nolan described Oppenheimer as "dancing between the raindrops" and this has only half clicked with me but oh well here we go. The basic idea is likely that Oppenheimer doesn't abide by just one grouping of people or their ideas, or hop on any flow bound for one particular destination. Rather, he dances in the space between; in the uncertainty that looms closer towards the ground the further things fall. I think this works decently with what I've listened to and read about Oppenheimer as a person, saying he'd follow recent physics, always growing impatient with the current field he was in and seeking something more...I don't like the use of this word in relation to science but "trendy." I guess the dust particles and whatnot in the headspace sequences work in line with the whole rain theory too in terms of how Oppenheimer doesn't just think about the interactions and the space between, but lives and breathes it as the space between the raindrops; between those that make the biggest splashes, as he gets caught in the ripples. Also given his anti-war rhetoric throughout the movie I feel like there's maybe a fire/water thing going on with him trying to quench the bomb he created but ultimately failing? Who knows. Maybe it's just rain.
Anyways here's all the ramblings I did to myself to reach these conclusions. They are incomprehensible.
#oppenheimer#cillian murphy#christopher nolan#oppenheimer spoilers#barbenheimer#god dammit cillian has me in a chokehold#american prometheus#j robert oppenheimer#my ap lit brain was Not Okay after that movie
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This might be an odd brainrot but hear me out. How much of a world of pain would they be in if say... five cookies were to try to rescue S/O from the clutches of a Yandere Pure Vanilla Cookie?
Ok so I’m a bit confused on the wording…so I might not have completely understood. (No blame- I’m just a little dum dum)
I’m not sure who “they” was meant to be, but I’m gonna assume it’s the 5 cookies???
Ok so the 5 cookies…I don’t think it was specified so I’m just gonna spin the wheel-
We got:
KniGHT CooKie
BLACK RAISIN(????)
MOONLIGHT (SCREAMING)
Captain Caviar ✨
ALMOND TOO?? (BRO THIS WHEEL IS WILD)
Mkay so we got 2 Dilfs, a pretty princess who will beat you up, a cookie without a limb and loves birds, and…a knight.
(We should make this a game- just spin the wheel and see which cookies fight against Yan whoever lmao)
Tw: kidnapping, mention of ‘blood’, Pure Vanilla is literally insane, MC gets restrained
Ok so I know Moonlight is def stronger than Pure Vanilla so let’s ist say they’re equal for the sake of convenience.
The team of the 5 cookies were absolutely worried when their good friend literally just got kidnapped by so called “Cookie of pure hope”. What had made the healer so fucking salty that he had to kidnap them??
Thanks to Almond’s ultimate detective skills, the group had managed to find the king. He was cradling MC so tightly, like a deranged madman as his maniacal eyes stared at them.
Poor MC was quivering with fear, their arms bound to their sides. Everything about their expression screamed help.
“…Why are you here? There is no need to attack, they are simply delighted to be in arms.”
Not writing on my laptop so it’s orange ;-;
“PURE VANILLA! I demand you release them immediately! You know what happens if you don’t!”
For once, Moonlight was far from calm, a look of anger crossing her face. She glared at the blonde cookie as if he were vermin.
“Haha! Never.”
He sarcastically laughed, before frowning again, holding MC tighter to his body.
“…My king, what has happened to you?”
Black Raisin was horrified to see healer so troubled. He didn’t look like himself, his heart seemed to be…cold, for once.
“Love changed me. I realized I needed to be harsher against this cruel world who labels my love as ‘insane obsession’.”
…
“That’s because it is! A sane cookie wouldn’t kidnap someone for the sake of love! Your heart is tainted, Pure Vanilla!”
Knight Cookie charged for Pure Vanilla, but his sword was deflected by a sudden object. The knight flew back slightly by the impact, falling down.
Almond helped him stand, and the group saw a big ass Vanilla flower monster, its body towering over behind Pure Vanilla and MC.
(I’m literally bullshitting this story help-)
“Haha…This little guy here is a prototype. Since my magic isn’t for combat, I decided to make myself a guard to help me out here. He’s a good boy isn’t he?”
Pure Vanilla smiled, not in his usual innocent fashion; it was crooked, a cruel smile.
“This bastard…Looks like this won’t be an easy rescue.” Almond mumbled, as the group readied their weapons.
“I would never let you steal my precious dear from me. They NEED me. I’m their comfort. You villains!”
Pure Vanilla exclaimed in a crazed voice, seemingly offended of being underestimated.
“YOUR STRAWBERRY JAM WILL TAINT THESE FLOORS, AS IT DESERVES TO BE!”
Pure Vanilla stood, the eye of his staff wide open.
Caviar held up his ginormous cannon, sighing, “You’re almost as bad as that Black Pearl mermaid-“
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And the ending will be up to your imagination!
If I miss interpreted the brainrot plz tell me, bcs I am willing to rewrite to its proper form.
#cookie run#crk#cookie run kingdom#yandere cookie run#cookie run x reader#yandere#yandere x reader#crk x reader#yandere crk#blurbs#yandere imagines
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i need toknow what the fuck is happening in rose's brain (or was before blake got eated rather) i may have to undergo the mortifying ordeal of theoryposting publicly and all. which is why people wanted me to liveblog in the first place. anyway. why the fuck did she hug him. what's wrong with her brain. i'm compelled by the idea of like. upper middle class bitchy cutthroat cishet white girl doing a very good job at Continuing The Cycle--not necessarily lying to herself that the way she's behaving is because she's the only good-hearted one here being slighted by everyone else like some of her relatives might be--but believing that the ends justify the means, or perhaps that performing those means to perpetuate those ends is inevitable and/or inescapable on her behalf. she was born into & raised by The Thorburns and not only can't escape but quite possibly has no Desire to escape the perpetuation of the involved cruelties--task set upon her which she will grimly carry out as her grandmother did before her and etc etc.
the interesting wrench here for her is that part of carrying out those tasks means watching someone who is literally [deep inhale] Herself But If She, Due To Different Life Circumstance, Left Home, Experienced Different Traumas, Attained A Deeply Loving Friend Group, And Formed A Personality Based Largely Around Kindness And Fair + Equal Exchange march like a lamb to the sacrificial altar to buy her time. perhaps nudging his course on the way to the altar at times but largely just watching it because he's a really blundering meandering lamb who doesn't like being told what to do very much. (neither, i imagine, does she.) which, like, that's an inherently fascinating dynamic. not just seeing but Knowing the person she could've been if she had only stepped away from the cycles of family cruelty. blake is doomed, bound to die (obligatory: badly) and drag people down with him with very little awareness of the fact and without making anything tangibly better for the next generation. he's bullheaded, and he doesn't read the fucking books, and he's quite frequently impulsive and bad at compromising and prone to horrendous mistakes which harm far more people than just him.
he's also the type of person who can talk at length about how amazing his friends' art is, how much he loves the tattoos he got from one of them. who will lend his own jacket to an acquaintance even when he's in worse shape. who will take on nigh-suicidal tasks not because he Is suicidal (or at least isn't yet, anyway) but just because they needed doing and no one but him was willing.
how do you, as a bitch of a woman trapped in (& willing to function within the trap of) the horrors of your particular family, meet a You who turned out like that, and not hate him at least a little? find him bumbling and annoying and ignorant, resent him for not being the best sacrificial lamb he could be, for being the type of person who ran away from home instead of getting it into a chokehold. but also, how are you not at least a little fascinated by him? the vestige of what could have been will be gone the second the illusion of blake thorburn inevitably shatters and she takes back her rightful place, but for the brief period of time where that illusion is solid, how could she resist the urge to entertain the idea least a little? the idea of a version of her that will put up with a hug purely to make her feel better despite hating touch, the idea of a version of her that naively believes there's a good way out for both of them.
like i think perhaps she hates his ass because his ass is, from her perspective, a dumb and cringefail miserable little sacrificial lamb who is going to be a BITCH to play along with until whenever he kicks the bucket. and she is fully aware that she is lying her ass off because she has 0 desire to intervene in the process of this alternate-her marching himself to the altar for her. but also she mayhaps. occasionally. just a little. gets lost in the sauce of that game of pretend where she's pretending she actually respects him as an equal or has real investment in him not dying badly. is this anything. are we going anywhere with this. like literally what If you met an alternate version of you and that alternate version of you is dumb and stupid and unsustainable and totally fucked but also nicey. you would totally Strongly Dislike their ass but also Genuinely find yourself compelled to wring a moment of real affection or connection out of them before they explode. anyway blake has next to none of these complexes about her and thus no hypothetical weird psychosexual obsession with her. but rose? yeah you can get a hypothetical weird psychosexual obsession with blake out of rose.
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pairing: jake x gn reader
synopsis: jake and y/n secretly like each other and after a night full of butterflies someone finally decides to make a move.
jake and y/n were nothing more but just friends, they met through Heeseung which was one of Y/N’s best friends. Heeseung and y/n grew up together, their parents were friends before they were even born so it was naturally bound to happen. They did everything together like loosing their baby teeth, learning how to ride a bike, went through puberty together, graduated together and even went to their middle school prom together because they didn’t have dates. Their classmates would teased them about dating and they hated it ! they would physically gag at the thought, because they saw themselves as sibling. Entering high school they wanted a fresh start and get rid those dating labels, so they made different friends but most of the time y/n would just end up hanging out with heeseung and his friends. By the end of the year y/n had a friend named Sunoo and heeseung had his little group of 5, and by the new year a transfer student was introduced to the class. Heeseung became friends with jake and introduced you two. Just like heeseungs other friends y/n had jake on social media and they couldn’t help but just feel attracted to him, they seemed comfortable with him, friendlier with him, they would sometimes even hang out with him alone. Something about him was different
“probably his accent” sunoo would say as he laid on your bed next to you, you shrugged “probably, i can’t believe he came all the way from Australia” you said scrolling through jake’s account again “he’s not bad looking too” sunoo said peeking over your phone “alright enough” i said locking my phone and getting up. Today you planned to go watch a new scary movie that recently came out with sunoo and Heeseung along with his friends. Sunoo and i walked out the house going down to Heeseung’s block to meet up with him seeing him outside waiting for you “heeseung!” you said running to him dramatically like if it was in slow motion, tossing yourself onto him as he hugged you back. You saw jake from behind talking to sunghoon laughing at whatever sunghoon said, then looking over to you giving you a smile making your heart flutter, as you waved back “Okay lets go!” jungwon said leading the way, jake was complaining on the way “ah i don’t do well with scary movies” he said whining just thinking about it, walking behind you with his hands resting on each of your shoulders shaking you lightly “i heard it was really scary” heeseung said trying to spook jake “stop teasing him” you said to heeseung playfully hitting his side.
Jay and Heeseung went to get the drinks and popcorn while you stayed behind with the rest of the group. A screening of the movie ended and people came out the room talking about it mentioning jump scares and not being able to sleep tonight “ah really guys im going crazy” jake said sitting back down next to you “Don’t be such a baby” niki said excited to see the movie, he was the one who planned this day. “i bet it’s not even that scary! they’re probably exaggerating” you told jake trying to calm him down. Once it was time you walked into the theater room sitting in between jake and sunoo, everyone was so into the movie but you couldn’t help but notice how close jake was next to you, he was leaning towards you. There was a point where you swore you would hear your heart beat, jakes hand would occasionally rub against yours as he laid it on the arm rest. You would look at his hand then back at the screen then to his hand again, you were not paying attention at all when everyone screamed over the movie and jake jumped in his seat and sunoo yelled next to you. You smiled at jake being so cute, covering his eyes with the sleeve of his cream colored sweater still leaving one arm on the arm rest. You looked over to jake once more meeting his eyes and quickly looking away feeling your cheeks turn burn, trying to focus on the screen but still feeling his gaze on you, with what felt like eternity he slowly looked back at the big screen but moved his hand closer to yours feeling the warmth of his hand next to yours, his fingers rubbed against yours almost as if he was asking permission to hold you hand. You took it as a chance to play with his fingers and he slowly intertwined your hands together sending butterflies in your stomach, you both smiled at each other looking back at the screen but after this you couldn’t focus. Throughout the movie jake would let out small yells shoving his head into your shoulder as you would laugh at him.
After the movie you guys decided to go home, jake wouldn’t leave your side and would keep his arm around your shoulders holding you close intertwining your hands on one side, the guys didn’t think too much of it considering they knew you two had feelings for each other. All the other guys went their ways and it was just heeseung,jake and you, “Jake can you take y/n home please and don’t do anything stupid” heeseung said glaring at jake as you arrived in front of his house “oh shut up! Bye hee! text me!” you said waving goodbye as he winked at you heading inside. You laughed shaking your head knowing he was teasing you for being alone with jake “are you gonna be able to sleep at night” you joked as jake playfully glared at you “it wasn’t that scary” he said trying to act tough “yeah okay, like if you weren’t jumping squeezing my hand” you said as you felt him rubbing his thumb against your hand. You arrived in front of your house not wanting to say goodbye to jake, “i had fun tonight” you said smiling at him looking down at your hand holding his “me too, we should do it again but this time just the two of us” he said kind of questioning it, not sure if you would feel the same “i would love that” you replied smiling back at him and he returned the smile “i’ll see you tomorrow?” jake asked as you nodded “good night y/n” he said kissing your forehead you closed your eyes taking in his scent and the feeling of his soft lips against your forehead. Fluttering your eyes open, your eyes meet his and he was so close to your face you looked back and forth from his eyes to his beautiful plump lips ‘just kiss him’ you thought to yourself and before you knew it you grabbed his shirt pulling him in for a kiss both of your lips resting on each other for seconds before they finally move in sync, as he smiled into the kiss and his big hands moving to the sides of your face pulling you closer than before. Your heart pounding against your chest slowly running out of breath as you pulled away to catch your breath and jake need to as well resting his forehead against yours breathing heavily “well that was bold” he said letting out a giggle “well ! you were looking at my lips too ! i saw you” you said embarrassed “i was, i’ve been wanting to do that since forever, i like you” jake admitted “i like you too jake” you replied shyly, jake tried to hard to bite back his smile but failed miserably dropping his head giggling at you “you’re so cute” he said wrapping his arms around you pulling you close for a hug resting his head on top of yours “now go inside it’s getting late” he said stepping back to let you inside “fine, i’ll see you tomorrow” you said already looking forward for tomorrow as jake nodded waving you off. You couldn’t help but want more from him, “jake” you said to him “mmh?” he replied back, you took another step towards him and gave him another peck as he smiled once more “again” he said and you replied with another peck “again, one more” he giggled wrapping his arm around your waist and you smiled giving him another passionate kiss not wanting to let each other go and this time he was the one to take control walking you backwards leaning you against the front door as your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands playing with his fluffy hair “do you want to sleep over?” you whispered against his lips as he smiled widely nodding his head.
#enhypen scenarios#enha#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypenfluff#enhypen reactions#sim jaeyun#sim jake#jakeau#jake ff#jake x reader#jaeyun x reader
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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 24: Xinzhou
To quote Stefon from SNL, this episode has everything! It's actually pretty crazy how much it manages to fit- seamlessly!- into less than half an hour. We have the introduction of such iconic concepts as Fizz Buzz and "here I am don't tread on me," the excellent Film Double Bills game, bacon shirt, baby chicken and baby lamb... I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but honestly the big things is that this all fits around SO many conversations that move the plot forward.
So many of the important things that we need to do before moving on toward the end of the show happen in this episode. We establish that Martin is dating Theresa (even if he won't put a label on it) and is invested enough to potentially want to choose a job in proximity to her. We know that Carolyn hasn't given Herc any kind of real answer and is pretty avoidant of the consequences. We know that Douglas did not know that Carolyn is essentially cutting his job out from under his feet.... and we know that Arthur doesn't know what multiples are. Oh, Arthur, I love you so.
It's interesting, because the arc of Douglas moving from being obnoxious to Martin about his interest in Swiss Airways is not super clearly laid out. What we do perceive is that he isn't necessarily being snarky at first because he genuinely has no confidence in Martin- he's having a knee jerk reaction to the idea of losing this situation. He's basically exactly where he wants to be- and I think to him that's the depressing part, because he has an image of himself as being so much more than he currently is and if he's happy regardless then that can feel like a weakness of its own... it's hard for him to admit he's really happy where he is. I think that what really changes his mind is realizing that Martin genuinely does have bigger dreams, and that those dreams have nothing to do with being a captain. As I've mentioned in one or two of these, Martin's motivating factor for trying to rescue MJN, every other episode when they have to work to save the day, is that nobody else will let him be a captain and being captain is massively important to him. But now, he's prioritizing flying airliners and being near the girl he's dating over that ego thing. He's grown up, and I think seeing that proves to Douglas how selfish his earlier thought is.
And Carolyn... it's so hard to know what Carolyn is thinking exactly. On the one hand, she's pushing Herc away by telling him not to consider her as he takes the Swiss Airways job, and at the same time she's encouraging Martin to leave for his betterment, which will eventually (as far as we now know) lead to the end of MJN Air. Is it some kind of weird self sabotage? Is it her being a more selfless person than one might imagine her being in S1? She's probably the most emotionally bound-up character, and it will of course be fun to see how she navigates the next few episodes...
But also, as already discussed, this episode has so many amazing amazing moments in it and I'm just so in awe of JF for pulling it off so flawlessly- while Limerick is the bomb, I think this one might be even more skillfully pulled off, with a lot more demanded of it. I also have a nice nostalgic memory related to Xinzhou as I made a friend through this episode! A friend and I were out for dinner with a group of people, some of whom we knew and some who we didn't, and someone (for some reason) mentioned baby food- possibly in the context of them liking to eat baby food? I don't recall. Anyway, I made a sotto voce comment to my friend about eating chicken flavored baby food and I suddenly heard a British accent a few seats down- "is that a Cabin Pressure reference?!" Turns out, she was IN THE AUDIENCE for Xinzhou and said it was even better in person, I was very jealous, and while we've drifted apart since then it was very nice to get to know her- and all because of a Cabin Pressure reference.
Next episode is Yverdon... can't believe this is almost over!!
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Hello darling, I was wondering if your taking request for exo? If so can I request a Junmyeon x reader we’re they are dating and their relationship is public but on an award show Junmyeon dances and sings along red velvet music but when your group is up he doesn’t and people makes fun of you for it so you get in a fight with Myeon and ask him if he thinks your group is bad or if he likes them better and the argument grows to the point we’re he said that she should of dated Irene instead of you . With a happy ending 🥺🥺🥺
It’s alright if you don’t want to make this request i totally understand 🤍🤍.
Hello my lovely :) I am so sorry this has taken so long. I have had so much on recently, but I am back and so excited to write again. Sorry if its not the best, I had some writers block on how I wanted the story to play out. I hope its ok.
FYI: I do know that the story is not exactly correct to the original ways that things happen at the awards show, but I had to change the story up to make it work :)
Angsty with a fluffy ending <3
You lifted your hand to wave at the crowd in front of you and smiled to yourself as you saw all the fan made signs waving in the air.
Tonight was a big night, the one and only MAMA awards. Every group known in the industry were out, all dressed head to toe in beautiful custom clothes made only for this event.
You were currently sat in the middle of your group Xscape, which was made up of 6 girls including yourself. Tonight was a big night for you all as you had been nominated for several awards, which caused nerves and butterflies to swim through your stomach.
The flashing camera's pulls you out from your thoughts as you take another look around the room. Though you didn't want to seem big headed, you knew that all eyes were on your group tonight. Not only had you risen up quickly through the ranks to have a stream of number 1 hits throughout the music charts, but your relationship with another idol had recently went public.
You initially told yourself that you would not be dating, not at least in the beginning of your career. You wanted to focus on your music, but you did not expect the Exo leader to walk into your life and whisk you off your feet.
Both Suho's group and your own were both signed under the same label so you were bound to bump into each other at some point and once you finally did, you couldn't believe how much you had in common. It didn't take long for your relationship to surpass the friend zone and turn into something wonderful. You felt so comfortable with each other, it was like you were always meant to meet.
Sadly it didn't take long for the news to break into the outside world and though a lot of people supported your relationship, there was many haters spreading negative energy online but neither of that let it get you down and you are now 6 months into your relationship together.
Before you could think any further, music starts loudly playing causing the entire stadium to erupt into cheers as the hosts made their way on stage. Though you were nominated for several awards tonight, you only had one in your sight...'Best new Artist'. It would be an honour to win an award that is known for picking the next big thing in the world of Korean music. All the biggest artists right now had won this award and it would mean so much to you, if your group could follow in their footsteps.
You look over to where Exo are sat, taking in your boyfriends features in the hopes it would calm your nerves. He seems lost in thought himself, occasionally stretching his neck or talking to one of his members, so he doesn't really look your way. 'He must be tired' you thought to yourself, shuffling in your seat.
As the awards continued, the next award for 'Best music video" was called out to a highly respected group in the industry.
"Red Velvet" the host cheered as the girls made their way up to collect their award. Your group stood up and clapped as their song 'Russian Roulette' played loudly.
The on stage screen showed many idols smiling or clapping along to the song and the camera man panned around to capture it all.
Suddenly laughter erupted around you as you realise your boyfriends face is on the screen in front of you and he is dancing along passionately to every step without any mistakes. You smile to yourself at his sudden outburst of energy and watch Chanyeol pull him into his seat as the group start their acceptance speech.
"Now for the next award" the hosts voice booms through the microphone "Best new Artist".
"This is it" squealed one of your members beside you, gripping on to your hands tightly.
As the host read through the names of groups in the category, you found yourself holding your breath. So many late nights, tears and tired limbs had got you here, you just hoped it wasn't all in vain.
"and the winner is......XSCAPE"....
You all leaped up clinging on to each other with tears in your eyes and started to make your way towards the stage whilst your hit song 'Promise of Tonight' echoed throughout the venue. You couldn't quite believe it. Though you had hoped that this would be the outcome, the feeling of hearing your groups name as well as the cheers from fans was better than anything you could of anticipated.
After receiving the award, you stood in front of the microphone to make your practiced leaders speech, wanting to thank everyone who had supported you from the beginning up until now.
You looked into the camera lens as advised and you were just about to start your speech when you started to hear sounds of laughter around you and the grip on your arm from your groupmate tighten. Something felt slightly off and you couldn't put your finger on it, however you managed to finish what you were saying before thanking the fans once again and walking backstage.
"What was that about" you asked your members once you had made it behind the curtain. They all looked at you awkwardly with a slight essence of anger as the main dancer lifts her finger to point at one of the monitors behind you.
The monitor was replaying the moment you won the award and the group clinging to each other before making your way to the front stage. It shows the moment you have the award in your hand and you are about to open your mouth to speak, as the screen beside the stage shows your boyfriend looking uninterested and whispering in the ear of his manager... the complete opposite of how he was when Red Velvet took to the stage.
'How could he' you think to yourself re-watching the moment as it plays on a loop in front of you. You attempt to swallow back the lump in your throat before turning back to the girls, feigning a smile on your face, something you knew they could see through.
"Lets head home" you say, wrapping your arms over their shoulders as you pull them all in to a group hug.
Your award was the last one of the night, so you piled into to your transportation and headed back to the dorm together in a comfortable silence.
Tonight was a long night for you all and the excitement of it all had made you feel exhausted. Also the winning of the 'best new artist' award had not really sunk in.
You open your phone to notifications filling your shared Instagram account, with kind words from all you fans. You took a deep breath before scrolling further through the messages foreseeing what some of the comments will say.
"I am embarrassed for her" one wrote
"The difference between him watching Irene's speech to watching Y/N's....."
"There's no way Suho actually loves her" the comments continued, making you throw your phone back into your bag and take a deep breath.
After what felt like hours, you finally make it back to your shared dorm as everyone stumbles through the door flinging their heels off.
You all decide to get an early night as you have practice first thing in the morning.
"You sure you're ok Unnie?" the youngest Miyeong asks as you walk towards your room. "I'm ok" you smile before giving her a big hug and heading inside.
You couldn't let the girls know how you really felt, how heavy you felt inside and not wanting to ruin the night because of your own relationship. As a leader, you suppress a lot of those feelings deep inside your chest. You needed to make sure that above everything, they came first, its somewhat like a parent role you had been taught from none other than the leader you fell in love with.
You decide to have a hot shower before putting on some comfortable pyjamas. As you slide into your crisp sheets, your phone pings with a notification. You take a look at the screen to see several congratulatory texts from friends and family and three missed calls from Junmyeon as well as a text requesting a call back.
You let air fill your lungs as you let out a long sigh, wondering if it was a good idea to call him whilst anger and hurt still clung to you. You let your curiosity of his behavior get the better of you as you press the call button on your screen.
“Jagi” a voice penetrates through the speakers. “Congrats on the win, how does it feel?” Suho asks nonchalantly. You couldn’t quite believe the nerve of him right now…did he not see the posts online, the constant stream of comments laughing at you.
You didn’t quite know how to respond, so you just replied flatly, “I’m about to go to sleep, can we talk another time?”. You didn’t mean for your voice to sound so taut, but you felt so betrayed at this moment and you could already tell that this conversation could lead to an argument, an argument you had no energy for.
“What’s wrong?” Suho asked, confusion thorned in his voice.
“I don’t want to talk about it right now Junmyeon…”
Silence fell on the phone, you never called him by his full name as you usually had a string of cute nicknames you called each other. It was obvious to him at this point you were angry at him.
“Well it’s obvious you’re mad at me, so why don’t you just tell me what’s wrong”
The nerve of this guy, you think to yourself. Is he really acting like he doesn’t know.
“Well maybe it’s because we finally won the award we had worked so hard for and instead of experiencing any joy, I was laughed at on stage and our Instagram page is filled with comments talking at how my boyfriend paid no attention when we won, but looked overjoyed for Red Velvet?”, you could barely recognise your own voice at this point.
Though you and Suho had, had several small arguments before, you never fully raised your voices with each other, which is probably why you felt slightly shocked at your own tone.
“Are you being serious right now?” He asks. “My manager came to advise that our car had broken down and they were looking at finding another vehicle to get us home”.
You find yourself scoffing his his excuse. Though you didn’t want to come off as a pick me type of girlfriend, this was a important moment for you and you wanted to know he supported you like you would for him.
“You’re telling me that your car situation couldn’t wait two minutes to see your girlfriend and her group win the award, yet when Irene was on stage you couldn’t look more supportive?” You questioned.
Jealously can be an ugly thing and Irene and the group had been nothing but nice to you, they were actually a group you all looked up to. You felt stupid even saying these words but you remembered Suho telling you once that he used to have a crush on Irene during his earlier days and somehow that had imprinted in your mind, even though he promised you his crush was short lived.
“Y/n, do you know how ridiculous you sound right now” he ridiculed. “You know we always cheer on the groups at our agency”
“Just not mine then? Is it our music, are we just not good enough for you?” you snapped back. You felt like he wasn’t listening to you and if he had just understood where you were coming from then you wouldn’t be as mad as you are. Instead he was choosing to be defensive which caused you to get your back up more. “Irene looked beautiful tonight, so I am not surprised you cheered her on, I’m sure you would prefer to be with her anyway” you continued to jibe and though you knew you didn’t really mean it, you felt so upset at how he didn’t understand how this made you feel.
“You’re right, I would much prefer to be with Irene, she wouldn’t act so childish over something like this” he sneered back.
You quickly tried to hold back the sob that had composed itself in your throat and held the phone away from your ear. The tears that had been lightly clinging to your eyelashes now fell down your face like rain. You were his second choice, he wanted her first and settled for you. The thought itself made your heart ache. You could just make out the sound of your name being called through the phone line and you pressed to hang up the call and cocooned yourself into your covers so no one could hear your cries.
You lay there for what felt like hours though it had only been thirty minutes just staring at the ceiling. The tears were still streaking down your cheeks but you no longer made any sound and chose to lay there in silence with thoughts rattling around your head. A light knock on the door didn’t even pull you from your state as a figure appears in the room.
“Baby?” a voice whispers in the dimly lit room, “Miyeong let me in” he speaks again trying to adjust his eyes to the light to find you.
“Please just go” you responded faintly not wanting him to see you in this state.
He soon rushes over to your side and switches your bedside lamp on to get a better view of your face and once he does his heart breaks. Your eyes are puffy from crying and your hair clings to your face from the wetness of your tears.
“Oh baby” he says placing himself next to you on the bed and pulling you into his chest.
After everything he had said, you should be pushing him away, but his scent that you love so much still manages to penetrate your semi blocked nose and causes you to press yourself closer to him.
“I didn’t mean what I said” he starts up, “I’m an idiot and I never meant a single word of it. I should of been there for you and cheered you on and I never ever want you to think that I would choose anyone else but you, y/n I can’t even put into words how much you mean to me”.
You look up through your eyelashes to see the sincerity on his face and the worry plastered across his expression. “Really?” you ask, wanting more reassurance.
“Yes my love, you are the only one I want and I promise you that I won’t ever make you feel like that again. I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of you. You and the girls deserved this award more than anyone” he smiles down at you.
He raises his hand to caress your cheek and brings his lips to yours, making you melt into him. You could tell he was sincere, he’s not the type of person to mess with someone’s feelings. Though you will have tough days and everything may feel like it’s sitting on your shoulders, you know that you will get through it together because love concurs all.
That was what it took for your tears to fall, you moved the phone away from your ear shocked at your boyfriends statement. After everything you had been through, you really were never going to be his first choice. You could hear him calling out your name on the phone before you hung up, unable to speak to him any longer.
“So that moment was more important than your girlfriends first award?” You question, completely shocked at his poor excuse
The words spew from your mouth
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