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ze-ppe-li · 3 months

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Lᴇ ssᴇʀᴀғɪᴍ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. Tʜᴀᴛ·s ᴀʟʟ

G!P Yunjin & Kazuha, G!P reader, cussing, blowjob (y. receiving) oral (r. receiving) rimming, rough sex.

Sᴀᴋᴜʀᴀ. ᵍᵎᵖ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Sakura is a bit shy when it comes to talking about these topics, she didn't know how to bring up the fact that she wanted to have sex with you, she was afraid of looking desperate

One day, sleeping together and cuddling, Sakura did not think that sticking her ass to your crotch could make you have a boner, you woke up feeling it, and seeing your girlfriend's ass attached to your hard cock... didn't help

Your hand moved along her torso, until you met the edge of her shirt and you entered your hand under it, fondling one of her tits

Sakura began to move because of what she was feeling, and inevitably, her ass rubbed against your boner, drawing a sigh of pleasure from you

As soon as you saw that Sakura opened her eyes, you gave her a tremendously passionate and dirty kiss, with your tongue exploring her mouth, it hadn't been necessary to say anything, it just... came up

You lowered her panties that she was wearing and you took off your pajama bottoms, grabbing your cock and rubbing it against her anus and cunt in equal parts, drawing moans of pleasure from your girlfriend

You decided to penetrate her already wet and tight pussy, which in that position felt even tighter than she really was, and you began to fuck her at a steady pace, getting faster and faster, enjoying the lascivious sound of her ass cheeks crashing against your pelvis and her moans

Cʜᴀᴇᴡᴏɴ. ᵍᵎᵖ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

You had been a couple for a few months, and inevitably, there are things that start to appeal and the sexual tension between the two of you was more than evident

Everything arose in the most normal way in the world, you were kissing her and Chaewon herself was in charge of intensifying the kiss, running her tongue through your mouth at a slow pace, because she wanted to take her time to get to know you completely in that sense

You couldn't help but smile a little in the middle of the kiss and take your hands to her ass, squeezing it with considerable force

Chaewon separated from the kiss due to lack of air, observing how a fixed thread of saliva separated your lips, and bit your lower lip as a game

"I want to do it, y/n"

She whispered those words close to your lips in an agitated tone, and of course, you weren't going to say no, you wanted that too... You wanted her, you've wanted her in that sense for a long time, and it's time to make it happen

After taking off the necessary clothes, you carried her and placed her against the wall, facing you, and immediately afterwards, you penetrated her. Chaewon moaned and dug her nails into your shoulders as you moved at a slow, but steady pace... It felt good, but she wanted more, much more...

"More... I need more..."

The pleading way she asked you for more made you hornier, and before you could even think about what you were doing, you started pounding her deepest spot over and over again, it felt so good Chaweon wasn't even able to moan, and if she did it was little muffled moans

Her nails clung to your back, as if she was controlling you so as not to reach her orgasm at that precise moment

Yᴜɴᴊɪɴ. ᵍᵎᵖ ᵞᵘᶰʲᶤᶰ

You two had been "trying" in this aspect for a while: hickeys, tongue kisses, masturbation, oral sex, etc. But you two never dare to take the first step, Yunjin wanted to, but she is usually very abrupt when it comes to fucking, and she didn't know if you would like that

Her suspicions were denied, when she saw how while you suck her off you gave her a massage on her balls. Yunjin tilted her head back and placed a hand on top of your head, forcing you to swallow more of her cock

"F-fuck, y/n... You don't know how hard I would fuck you right now..."

She said without thinking, grabbing your attention immediately and making you smile. You took her cock out of your mouth and while you jerked her off you asked her:

"Oh? would you fuck me hard How hard?"

"I would make you scream until you couldn't..."

"Hmm... I don't know, is not sufficient, maybe I need a more explanation... graphic"

You spit on her tip and spread it with your thumb, rubbing her tip. obviously, you were giving her permission to fuck, and of course, Yunjin was not going to waste that opportunity

"Take off those bitchy panties you have and ride me, now"

You looked at her slightly surprised by her words, not because it bothered you, quite the opposite... it made you horny

You immediately listened to her and threw your panties somewhere to then self-penetrate yourself with her cock

You started bouncing immediately as Yunjin took away the only thing you had on top at the time: your bra. As soon as she saw your bare tits, she took a hand to each of them, and groped them as she pleased

She got up, still sitting with you on top, and bent her knees to fuck you herself, at an almost frantic pace, which, as she herself told you before... was making you scream

Her nails dug into your ass cheeks with force, and sometimes her hands spanked you hard when she saw that you were liking the situation

Kᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ. ᵍᵎᵖ ᴷᵃᶻᵘʰᵃ

As with Yunjin, you and Kazuha had already done the odd thing to experiment a bit, but you never dared to go further

Until one day, you were watching a movie and when it was over, you got on all fours in front of her to reach the remote that was on another sofa

Kazuha did not miss the opportunity and began to fondle your ass, over those tight shorts you were wearing, you almost without thinking about it remained still, feeling her skilled hands in that area

Needless to say, Kazuha wanted to see you completely so she took off your shorts and panties, thus exposing your cunt and anus in equal parts

She ran her tongue up and down both entrances, as if it were ice cream, until stopping at your asshole, which she was licking around it while a hand was rubbing your clit

You clung to the fabric of the sofa in front of you tightly while moaning, you were wet as hell, and you felt that you needed much more of her

"Honey... I need to put it, can I?"

"don't even ask...do it"

She stood up, pulled down her pants and panties and aligned her cock so that she could enter your pussy and immediately began to move against you, perfectly seeing your ass bouncing against her pelvis and your moans being music to her ears

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barbatusart · 2 months

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bit of thinking outloud but for my current tactician run im doing a special wyll origins playthrough im calling the Evil Wyll Run & it’s given me a lot of food for thought about his character (or at least the freedom of psychological movement + exploration afforded to an origin run!)

wyll spoilers abound we’re entering the wyllenium here

wyll always felt a bit underwritten to me - i know that’s partially because there was that big kerfuffle in the 11th hour with changing his whole story and personality on top of having to recast his VA, and frankly hats off to both original VA lanre malaolu & new VA theo solomon for their hard work - both brought tremendous performances, & i sincerely hope mr malaolu was paid well for his work & time even if his voice wasn’t used in the final cut (i would also say warlock as a class itself felt a bit underdeveloped but im 100% OK with chalking that up to me the player not understanding how to play warlock effectively yet lol im more of a fighter barbarian Hit Stuff guy)

but honestly this feeling of being “underwritten” combined with a character with a long history of heroism in his pocket made wyll really interesting to me even in my tav playthrough. for all his accomplishments he still feels like a blank everyman, or like he’s someone who fully believes he’s the main character who doesn’t “need” to do any extra work on himself - and honestly he feels Very much like he could be The Main Character. once his backstory of the son of the duke was revealed too i immediately got the sense of like, rich boy trying to prove his worth beyond his wealth and status by striking out & becoming that hero, or that Prince Charming. basically that perfect happily ever after somebody. and im of the opinion that you don’t get mixed up with a cambion in the first place unless you’re either the kind of naïve “everything will just work out” immature that tends to comes with his status as the son of a noble, or you’re hungering for power. depending on playstyle he’s very easily both of these things

on the naïve front (ie a good wyll playthrough) if anything he feels very believably immature, & from that perspective the events of the game feel as though they’re the prequel to the actual start of wyll's story where he finally finds himself & learns what kind of man he really is. we just dont get to see it alas, but i really enjoyed the thought exercise of somebody still grappling with overcoming his own immaturity. he feels like someone who can still grow and that his tale is just beginning

Evil Wyll (meaning any time mizora shows up he drops everything to enact her instruction & hasnt once tried to find a loophole out of his contract) which ive come to be far more fascinated by is someone clearly vying for power, which is interesting because his noble status would’ve given him all the power he wants had he Played Nice. to me it speaks of someone who wants to be able to take what he wants from life without it being handed to him, which contrasts in a really fascinating way with entering into a warlock pact at all. maybe he thought it was better that it be a decision he made as opposed to nobility given to him by his family ties, maybe there’s still that pollyanna sentiment of “it’ll just work out & ill live happily ever after.” again maybe both. maybe in a sense the fiend, as he calls himself, is a good excuse to shuck off any poor decision he makes or any genuinely heinous thing he does under mizora’s instruction - an identity he uses as power fantasy (and very much in tandem/interchangeable with the blade of frontiers power fantasy) until it means taking ownership for any of his misdeeds, and then a scapegoat.

may be a bit incoherent but im only now hitting act 3 in my origin run & im Really enjoying this difficult characterization ive cooked up for myself lol

#wyll ravengard #baldur’s gate 3

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calicoheartz · 2 months

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Caitlin Clark ; relationship hcs ﹒ ⟢

caitlin clark x reader relationship hcs !

warnings : just pure fluff ! （ 𖦹◞◟）

my master list ㇀♡

a/n: tysm for all the love on my last two hcs! this was inspired by the lovely @iminlovewithpaigebueckers so make sure to go check them out ♡

how you two meet cami is going to be cliche and say that you definitely went to one of her games and she spotted you in her jersey and it was love at first sight!!

Ever since she saw you she has been pestering Kate and Gabbie to find out more about you and who exactly you were. Literally was desperate to find out your name and to learn more about you.

eventually she spotted you at a cafe close to campus and she knew it was now or never. She asked for your number and the rest is history !

who had interest first? Caitlin. As mentioned previously it was love at first sight. You definitely thought she was drop dead gorgeous but you weren’t actively seeking her iykwim

how she asks you out Caitlin had been planning this moment for weeks. You two had grown increasingly close over the past month, and she wanted to make it official.

you hadn’t seen eachother as often due to her away games, so she asked you if you wanted to come over and hang out at hers for a bit.

she had everything set up, your favorite food and flowers , dimly lit setting with pleasantly smelling candles. I feel like she would ask you out with a playlist with songs that reminded her of you, and would start off by saying how much you mean to her and how she wants to be able to call you hers.

the first “I love you” I think she would say it first. We all know our girl is as cool as a cucumber, and most likely said it with so much love and not even realizing she said it.

Would for sure take place after a huge win for Iowa , you both back at her dorm, helping her wind down and preparing a nice bath for her. As you gently massage her scalp I think she would slip it out.

who’s more clingy i think it would be a good mix of both. You definitely miss her tremendously whenever she’s gone for games, but the moment she’s back best believe you guys are glued at the hip. It’s an equal balance of both !

who’s more possessive you! i think with all the attention caitlin gets it can be hard to keep your composure at times, you know she loves you but with all the girls throwing themselves at her it can be hard to not have doubts. But she always reassures you that in every room she would always look for you ◡̈

staying in or going out? hmmm this is hard. I feel like Cait is a homebody so i think you two would stay home every chance you get. Just cozying up under a blanket , watching your favorite movies and just enjoying each others company

cuddles cuddles cuddles i think she would definitely be big spoon. She loves having you close to her and having you in her arms. A honorable mention to the “rom com” , as I think that’s the second most used couple position between you two 😊

love language i feel like it would be a mix between physical touch and acts of service.

while she lovesss having you close to her and feeling you against her, she also loves showing you how much you mean to her through little acts of services throughout the day!

arguments i think there would be an equal balance , but since we know our girl is super collected we know she’ll always take the blame regardless of what yall are arguing about just for the sake of it.

i can picture her giving you space to blow off some steam, but within the next few days she would definitely try and have another open discussion about what happened to make sure everyone’s side is heard correctly

i had so much fun writing this! lmk if you guys want a pt 2 to this & make sure to leave reqs in my inbox! ilyyy ◡̈

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark imagine #caitlin clark #iowa wbb #wcbb x reader #wcbb #iowa hawkeyes #iowa #kate martin #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #22

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joshym · 1 year

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No Hands

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary: Your little game works out exactly in your favor.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) unprotected sex, light dom/sub (roles switch a bit), rough sex, oral & fingering (f receiving), some good fluff.

A/N: I had a thought in my head that I just could not shake, so naturally I had to write it out and, well, here it is lol. I’m a bit nervous as this is my first smut to post here, but I truly hope you all enjoy. <3

Huge thank you to @jakeyt for the beautiful moodboard to accompany my unhinged thoughts, and for being the best editor. <3

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It’s the early evening, the golden glow shining through the windows is casting the house in an alluring warm hue. Josh has been gone most of the day working on the many projects for the upcoming album.

You miss him tremendously. You’re longing to have him near; you’re craving his touch particularly bad tonight. You keep catching yourself thinking about his hands and how well they search your body. They’re so strong and intentional with every touch. It feels like a lightning strike through your body with every graze of his fingertips.

He’s coming home soon and you’re already plotting your scheme.

You start to doll yourself up, putting on little touches of makeup and fixing your hair in a set of effortless curls.

It doesn’t take much to drive Josh crazy for you, but there’s one dress in particular that sets him off every time. In fact, it’s a rule that you aren’t allowed to wear it out in public anymore because he can’t seem to control himself. The dress is tight and quite short, nearly revealing it all every time you move even slightly. The back of it is completely open with the straps crossing in the back tied with a small bow. It’s black and adorned with small white roses. It hugs your body in all the right ways, and it looks really, really good on you.

So, naturally, you eagerly grab the dress that’s tucked away in the back of your closet. You put it on and smile widely at your reflection and instantly think to yourself, ‘he’s going to lose his damn mind.’

Before you know it, you hear the front door unlock. Your stomach is full of butterflies, but you do your best to maintain composure as he walks in. You greet him very nonchalantly, paying no mind to the fact that you’re donning the dress.

“Hi, baby! How did everything go today?”

He’s staring at you with wide eyes, looking at you with pure lust-filled confusion.

“It, uh, it went well, I guess.”

He sets his keys down on the table in the foyer and moves his way across the living room to you, never taking his tired eyes off your body.

“What’s the occasion, my dear?”

He moves closer, grabbing your waist with intensity and pressing his face in the crook of your neck. His lips faintly connect with the skin under your ear. You shudder at his touch but still manage to keep up your façade.

“Oh, this old thing? I just found it in the closet and felt like trying it on. No big deal, really.”

His fingertips tighten around your waist as he moves his lips closer to your ear. His voice becomes low and heavy, deep and hardly above a whisper.

“You know what this little ensemble does to me, sweetheart.”

He attaches his lips to your neck with vigor, causing you to momentarily break character as your body trembles. His hands move down slowly to your thighs to play with the hem of your dress. He starts to move them up under the fabric until you abruptly stop him by grabbing his forearms.

“I want to try something.”

His lips have yet to leave your neck, only stopping to respond to your inquiry.

“Yeah? I’m listening, lovely.”

You want to test him and see how far you can take it. He’s quite handsy, and you love how desperately he needs to touch every part of your body. You know that this will drive him over the edge and make him even more desperate to touch every part of you.

“Go sit on the couch and put your hands behind your back.”

He looks at you curiously with a large smirk gracing his flushed lips.

He takes a seat on the sofa, obeying your command and holding his hands behind him as he leans against the cushion.

You slowly make your way over to him, being sure to make it a bit of a show as you swing your hips. You gradually lift your dress up, ever so slightly revealing your black lace panties before you straddle yourself on his lap. He starts to move his hands to touch you, but you stop him.

“I want to try a ‘no hands’ kind of challenge. You must keep them behind your back while I kiss you, and if you move them, I’ll stop.”

Josh lightly groans and shifts his hips upwards, sending a harsh thrust to your body as you can feel him begin to harden instantly. You’re breathless at the sensation and eager to see how far this little game will take the two of you. A devious grin graces his face, his amber eyes becoming heavy and dark.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to regret this little game. But I’ll play along.”

It’s rare that Josh lets you take control during these fervorous moments between the two of you. He has quite the dominant side to him, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other fucking way.

You’re infatuated with every part of him, especially the part that takes control and pleasures you in ways you never thought possible.

Sometimes, though, you liked to rile him up, to test his dominant side. Tease him relentlessly until he can’t stand it any longer and really lets you have it.

He knew exactly what you were doing, and he’s ready to give you just what you want.

You start kissing him with intense desire. Your hands cup his face while you explore his hungry mouth with your tongue. You start to move your kisses to his jawline, one of your favorite spots, licking and sucking on the tight skin.

He hasn’t even tried to move his hands yet. Dammit. Time to amp things up.

You start kissing the spot under his ear, licking his earlobe where his silver hoop rests between kisses. You know this drives him mad, and his reaction tells you he’s beginning to lose control.

You decide to turn things up one more notch. You begin moving your body, grinding yourself on his lap. You feel him start to twitch, his breathing becoming labored and staggered.

“Baby…you’re only making this worse for yourself…”

His voice is becoming more sinister, more possessive, more domineering. You feel his arms tense up as he’s fighting the urge to grab you.

You’ve got him right where you want him. Just a bit more taunting and he’ll give it up.

You suck dark marks all over his neck, moving your hands to his hair and lightly pulling. Your movement becomes vigorous against his lap, and you feel yourself starting to tremble at the sensation.

“I don’t think you can keep this up much longer, baby. I can feel how wet you are, you’re shaking. How much longer ‘til you let me take care of you, huh?”

He’s starting to find the loophole in your plan. He’ll get you to give in and give this whole thing up, taking over his place as the one in control.

And fuck, if you didn’t want that so badly.

But you’re not ready to give in. Not yet. You have to see how far he’ll let you go.

“You’re being so good for me, Joshy.”

You manipulate your voice to sound much more composed than you actually are, trying to keep up this semblance of control when in reality you’ve never been more ready for him to ravish you.

You up the ante once more, knowing this will more than likely be what does him in.

You reach down between your bodies and grope him through his khaki shorts, evoking a strong reaction from him.

“That’s it, y/n.”

He moves his hands from behind his back and grabs your waist, flinging you off him and laying you on your back on the couch. It all happened so quickly; you didn’t even have time to retaliate.

He makes up for lost time, maneuvering his hands to every inch of your body with potency. He bunches the fabric of your dress up to your hips, not wanting to waste the time to take it off completely. His fingers dip down to the black lace still covering your soaked pussy.

“Look at that, sweet girl. You’ve got yourself all worked up. What shall we do about that, hm?”

You giggle breathlessly, unable to form words due to the anticipation of what is about to happen.

“Uh uh. Tell me. Tell me what we need to do about it. You did this to yourself, sweetheart. Now use your words and tell me what you want, or I’ll stop.”

The roles have officially reversed. He’s played you with your own game. And you love it.

“I want you to use those incredible hands of yours all over me..”

You meet his lips with a few small pecks.

“..and your mouth..”

The kisses deepen.

“and your cock…”

He’s smirking against your lips as his hands begin to delve into exploring every crevice of your body.

He grabs your neck, squeezing lightly but with enough force to cause your breath to hitch. His other hand has bunched your dress all the way up to your stomach. He traces his fingers down the expanse of your belly, stopping right above the waistband of your panties, then moving to your exposed hip.

The hand on your neck moves down slowly to your chest. He grabs your breast through the fabric still covering it, kneading with his firm fingers and brushing his thumb over your nipple.

His lips travel down to your neck, sucking large love marks in the skin, softly biting and licking in between marking you up.

He pulls off your neck with a ‘pop’ from his mouth. Your skin is soaked from him.

“As much as I want to rip this cute little dress off of you, I think you should keep it on to remember why you’re not allowed to wear it in this first place.”

His hand on your hip moves back to your aching pussy still covered with black lace.

“Oh I think you’ve ruined these, sweetheart. What a shame. I love these on you.”

He pulls your panties all the way down your legs and throws them somewhere on the floor, leaving your wetness fully exposed. His fingers waste no time toying with you, rubbing hard and slow circles over and around your clit. Your body shakes and quivers with each movement of his fingertips.

His middle and ring fingers slide down to push past your entrance and fuck into you with intensity, his palm creating delicious friction against your clit.

His hands are so skilled, so strong; you feel like melting under his every touch. His long fingers immediately hit that place deep inside you that only he knows is there, that can only be reached by his touch.

You’re already so close. A melody of powerful moans escapes you, and you don’t even bother silencing them. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers when they suddenly slow to an agonizing halt. His deep and taunting voice grabs your attention away from his stilled movement.

“Already? You that needy for me, baby?”

His face just barely above yours, his warm breath tickling your skin in the most glorious way.

“Josh please, please don’t stop…I need you so bad..”

“Oh, you sound so pretty when you beg for me.”

His fingers start moving again, picking up their pace and you’re right back to where you were before he stopped.

The waves of pleasure come crashing over you like a tsunami. Your whole body tenses up under his touch, shaking uncontrollably, your back arched completely off the couch, bending to his will to please you. He keeps going, fucking his delectable fingers into you through each pulse and throb of your body.

You’re almost faint at the sensation. Josh pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your lips. You open for him as he places them on your tongue and you suck them in, tasting yourself and moaning at the feeling of them in your mouth.

“That was a big one, yeah? I felt you tighten up so hard around me. You think you can handle more, sweetheart?”

You nod and hum around his fingers that are still tucked away, splayed across your tongue.

“Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

Josh lifts you up on your knees, your elbows resting against the back of the couch. He stands behind you in admiration as you spread yourself for him. He gives a soft slap to your hip, kneeling to the ground at eye level with your throbbing core as his hands grab your thighs.

“You’re so pretty and pink after you’ve been played with, baby.”

He delivers velvet kisses to the backs of your thighs, slowly making his way to where you need his swollen lips the most.

His lips move closer and closer, until he finally lands a deep kiss to your desperately wet pussy.

His tongue laps at you without relent, his lips encompass your swollen clit.

“You feel so fucking good Josh, fu-”

You’re already close again. Your moans are deafening at the slight over stimulation that is nothing but elating.

“J-Josh…please don’t, please don’t stop I’m so close…”

Your body is trembling, barely able to hold yourself steady as your second release washes over you.

He stands up and his face meets your shoulder, feeling your wetness all over his facial hair.

“You taste so sweet, y/n. I could eat you up over and over.”

You’re short of breath, still coming down from your climax.

He leaves kisses on your shoulder as you hear him unzip his shorts.

“Think you can handle my cock, darling?”

“Y-yes, please. I need you inside me so bad.”

He places his head at your entrance. He’s unbelievably hard, and you smile at knowing it’s all because of your pleasure.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you? You gonna cum for me again, hm?”

He’s barely nudging at you. You’re practically pushing yourself against him.

“Joshy please fuck me. I need to feel you, please…”

With that, he slowly pushes into you all the way, filling you completely and perfectly.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight, sweet girl.”

He starts thrusting, building up his pace until he’s slamming himself into you.

His hands are moving up and down your body, pushing on your back, grabbing at your hair, holding on to your hip. These hands that you love so much; these hands that turn you on instantly. They’ve not stopped exploring you and pleasing you. You can’t get enough of his fucking hands.

He’s fucking you with so much rough passion and desire. Your body is on fire with pleasure.

He lifts you gently by your hair, bringing your back up to rest against him.

“I’m close baby. Give me one more, yeah? Then I’ll fill you up real good. Just one more for me, need to feel you cum on my cock.”

His fingers sneak down to your clit, rubbing impossibly fast circles.

“I’m gonna cum again, Josh..oh god please don’t stop.”

He’s moaning beautifully in your ear as his peak is almost reached, causing you to let go around him, cumming even harder than either time before.

“Fuck, y/n, that’s it baby. FUCK!”

He finally meets his own release, spilling his warmth inside of you, twitching with each pulse of your body.

You both stay just like this for a few minutes catching your breath and basking in this moment together.

He gently pulls out of you, causing you to slump down on the couch. You’re absolutely spent, having been pleasured beyond all imagination.

He lays down beside you. He faces you and brushes your disheveled hair out of your face, giggling at your fucked out state.

“I didn’t break you, did I?”

You laugh breathlessly, “Not quite.”

“I love you a lot, you know.”

“I love you too, Josh. So damn much.”

He glides his hand over your cheekbones and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, smiling at you.

“I know exactly what you were doing, by the way.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your little ‘no hands’ game. Maybe next time, you’re the one that can’t use your hands. Maybe we tie them behind your back. How does that sound, hm?”

You bite your lip to hold back the smile that is trying to grace your lips at the thought of him taking your game to the next level.

“Sounds great, Joshy. As long as your sexy hands are free the whole time.”

He smiles, knowing just how much his hands drive you crazy.

“Well then, you better keep this dress in a safe place.”

Part 2

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novellafaire · 1 year

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TWST Boys on a Carnival Date

Dorm leaders x Reader

Summary: What is it like when the boys take you out on a date to the local carnival?

A/N: sorry lovelies for the small break! finals were a pain, but we’re here again now, so I hope you enjoy! ♡

p.s. requests are still currently closed for the time being, so if you send any it’ll be a while before we get to them, hope you understand! ♡

• if we’re being honest, you were probably the one who organized the date

• because of his childhood, chances are he’s never been to a carnival

• he would normally see these events as being childish, but the happy look on your face makes it worth it

• he does enjoy spending time with you though, even if he prefers the calmer dates such as tea parties or study sessions

• will be more lenient on his own rules, but will follow any rules to the letter that the carnival has

• you’ll have to remind him to enjoy himself

• wouldn’t care too much for any of the rides, especially the more exhilarating ones, but once again, he’ll do it for you

• if he had to choose a favorite though, it would probably something more calm and traditional, such as the ferris wheel or carousel

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Your hand grasped firmly around Riddle’s as you led him through the carnival grounds. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, so he followed obediently. Finally, the two of you came across a carousel.

Riddle looked at you quizzically, did you think he was a child? But you simply smiled at him and waited in line. Once it was your guys’ turn to mount the wooden creatures. Riddle chose a cream colored horse, given his ties to the equestrian club, while you chose the one most suited to your preferences.

Riddle felt incredibly out of place sitting on the faux creature. Even still, he listened diligently to the rules being told about the ride. He couldn’t fathom why you wished to bring him here.

That is, until it started moving. His brain still screamed that this is childish, and if Ace ever saw him like this, he would never hear the end of it. Though, for some reason he couldn’t explain, his heart disagreed. Joy filled his veins as the air slightly tussled his crimson hair, and as the scenery around him began to move. He can’t recall if he’s ever felt this free before.

Once you guys dismount the ride, you can’t help but ask his opinion. A light shade of red dusts his cheeks as he avoids eye contact with you. His hand feels warm curled around yours, even as refuses to admit he enjoyed it.

“I suppose I can understand the endearment towards such a ride”

• you probably had to drag Leona out there one way or another

• he does enjoy spending time with you, but he much rather stay in one of your dorms just hanging out and sleeping

• but he knows that there should be other dates than just those, so he indulges you

• (it’s totally not because when he first declined you, you suggested going with other people instead)

• he’ll buy you anything you want without much thought. he’s also really good at the carnival games, so he’ll gripe about it the whole time but if you want a prize, he’ll win it for you

• the smug lion will also enjoy the compliments that follow

• once again, he doesn’t care much for the rides or anything, he only does them because you seem to enjoy them

• if he had a favorite, it would probably be the haunted house, not because they scare him, but because he likes teasing you, and he won’t admit it, but he likes the feeling of being relied on

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You instinctively jump back and lean into Leona’s embrace when another eerily well designed ghoul jumps out at you. In your world they wouldn’t have been as terrifying, but in this world they have the power to use magic to aid in their scaring, which ups the fear factor tremendously. As you hide your face in the lion beastman’s torso, you can feel the deep chuckle reverberate through his chest. Looking up, your gaze meets his infamous teasing smirk.

“Scared, herbivore?” He grins with an eyebrow quirked. You huff, crossing your arms defiantly as you turn away from him

“Of course not! I was just startled, that’s all”

The mocking look on his face doesn’t leave as you guys continue walking. He stays a few paces behind you, thinking to himself. You’re an incredibly strong person who has put up with so much — including himself — and he knows that, so seeing you get scared from what he considers child’s play is very amusing to him. And, as much as he would deny it, he loves how he can be someone you’re comfortable relying on.

He’s used to people not thinking he’s good enough, or that he would always be second pick, so having you come to him first makes his heart soar with joy. It also inflates his already massive ego.

Your banter continues, and to further your point on not being scared, you quicken your pace to go further in front of him. However, this quickly back fires as another jumpscare happens right as you turn the corner. You quickly return to Leona’s embrace, forfeiting your pride for the moment. Leona just secures his arm around you to make you feel safe, but as he speaks you can practically see the smirk on his face.

“You’re just jumping at every excuse to be in my arms, huh?”

• he was actually the one who probably brought it up with you, even though he enjoys taking you out on more lavish dates, he does want to experience more land-dwelling customs and because it can give him ideas for business opportunities

• he’ll try to win you plushies from the rigged games, but he won’t be able to win, which simultaneously frustrates and embarrasses him

• instead he’ll spoil you by buying you other stuff you want

• a bit reluctant to eat any of the food, but will snack a bit on it if you insist

• will never participate in the dunk tank. no matter how much you beg or plead, that is one thing you’ll never catch him partaking in

• most likely to have really bad luck — like he’ll try to be all suave but then something will happen, like the ride getting stuck, and it’ll be ruined

• not a huge fan of the fast paced rides either, he prefers the more “romantic” ones

• but honestly his favorite thing is to just walk around the fair ground with you, looking at all the stalls

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Your arm was hooked across his elbow, with his other free hand resting over yours. Even as people bustled around you guys, filling the air with their laughter, you didn’t mind the noise. You and Azul had been having a nice conversation and were now walking around in comfortable silence.

While you were watching everything around you, Azul’s eyes were focused on you. Even in the summer heat and humidity, you looked ethereal to him. Even though he could be pessimistic at times, especially about himself, you were always there to brighten his day.

He was pulled out of his trance when he felt you tug on his arm, pointing to a photo booth they had. He let you drag him over to it, despite his insecurities he would happily oblige you. Especially because it would provide a physical reminder of the day, which is always nice. He would just make sure to hide it from the Leech twins — he didn’t need their relentless teasing.

“C’mon Azul, let’s take some photos together! It would be so cute”

“Of course, anything for you, darling”

• literally a golden retriever the whole time

• he was so excited when he heard about the carnival, and immediately wanted to take you there to enjoy it

• boy is literally bouncing off the walls, wanting to try anything and everything

• Jamil would shadow you guys from a distance though, to make sure nothing bad happened

• if you guys are holding hands, be assured that he’ll be swinging your guys’ arms happily

• Kalim is literally thriving in this type of environment

• another one who will buy you anything you want without a second thought — he’ll even be more than willing to buy things that aren’t actually even for sale

• he especially loves the exhilarating rides and roller coasters, or even the tilt-a-whirls and water rides.

• his favorite is probably the bumper cars though, he just has so much fun interacting with strangers like that

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Jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, Kalim was talking animatedly to you while you guys waited in line for the bumper cars. If the people knew who he was, they would probably let you skip the line, but that thought didn’t even cross Kalim’s mind and you would feel bad for the other patrons if you did that, so you didn’t voice that thought.

Luckily though, the line wasn’t too bad, and Kalim distracted you from the wait, regardless. This was probably the fourth time you guys were going to the bumper cars, but Kalim just kept having so much fun with it

Kalim then turned his attention to you, a bright smile adorning his face.

“Isn’t this so much fun?”

His happiness was contagious, so you couldn’t help but grin back, “yeah, it is!”

“We have festivals in the Scalding Sands, but nothing like this” he beams, explaining why he finds this so enjoyable, before he pauses and adds on,

“Well, I always have a lot fun when I do anything with you!”

• the chances of you getting Vil to actually go to a carnival are incredibly slim

• they’re just too chaotic and rambunctious for his liking

• it would take a lot of pleading for him to go with you to one — probably would if you mentioned how you liked them back in your world, because then he would feel bad denying you something that was related to the home you were taken away from

• wouldn’t care too much about what was being sold unless it was accessories or something, but even then he would be quick to point out the low quality

• so no, he probably wouldn’t buy you anything unless you really wanted it, his reasoning being that he could find you something much better elsewhere

• he won’t be keen on the rollercoasters or fast moving rides, namely cause of the damage the wind could do

• flat out refuses to do any of the water rides

• Vil prefers the more slow and scenic rides

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Even sitting in one of the small compartments of the ride, Vil still has his legs elegantly crossed and his posture perfect. His eyes are gazing at the scenery that passes by while you guys chat idly. Even though this may not be his preferred type of date, he still enjoys it nonetheless (even if it doesn’t seem like that)

He turns his head towards you when you call out his name. You were pointing a camera at both of you, ready to take a picture. Vil smiles at this, and it’s not his usual smile he’s developed for the sole purpose of photos, it’s a true, genuine smile.

After you take a photo, you pull up your screen so that the both of you can look to see how it turned out. In the photo you can see your bright smile, the beautiful scenery in the back, and then the soft look on Vil’s face as he smiles — a far cry from his usual demeanor.

Enamored with the picture, you look up at him and tell him that he’s beautiful. His real smile broadens further, before it turns into a smirk.

“I look my most beautiful when you’re by my side”

• it would be difficult to get Idia to agree to a date like that, where there’s crowds of people all around.

• once you mention an anime where there’s carnivals in as well, then he’ll be much more open to the idea

• that, and it would make you happy, which is what he wants

• he would be incredibly nervous the whole entire time

•his gaze almost always either looking down at the ground, or looking at you, and he would not leave your side for any reason

• would definitely get a souvenir for Ortho, if he didn’t tag along with you guys

• doesn’t care for any of the rides, those are way too normie for him

•but he loves the carnival games the most — and despite them being rigged, he’s really good at them and wins basically every time

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You stood next to Idia, watching as he effortlessly got all the rings to land perfectly in their designated spots. The vendor seemed completely surprised and impressed by this, but nonetheless handed Idia his prize. Idia then gave the plushie to you, mumbling info about how he didn’t need it.

You guys then continued to stroll down the path between all the games and vendors, and you complimented his skills at ring toss. The tips of his hair immediately flared pink as he quickly avoided eye contact with you and fiddled with his fingers instead.

“Er— um— thanks” he stammered, “there was a carnival event in one of the games I play, and that was the game the character I wanted was playing. So I made my own version to play before I tried wishing for her, you know, to like give me luck or whatever so I could get her”

“And did you??”

His whole demeanor changed as he flashed you a cocky grin, “Gwee hee hee, of course I did. I would be just your common pleb if I couldn’t do something as simple as that. EZ”

You giggled and continued walking with him, when he mumbled to himself

“You know, this event might just be my favorite now”

• chances are Malleus didn’t even really know what a carnival actually was

• they’re probably not common in Briar Valley, and even if they were, he was probably never allowed to go to one. And even if he was, it wouldn’t be the same because it was probably rented out and no-one else was there

• suffice to say, he hadn’t ever gotten to experience what a real carnival was like

•kept to your side like a lost puppy, completely enamored with everything

• would be willing to try everything

• Lilia, Sebek and Silver would probably be trailing you guys — Lilia because he wants pictures, Sebek because he refuses to let you be alone with Malleus, and Silver because he wants to make sure the other two don’t do anything stupid.

• both of you know they’re there — they aren’t sneaky — but you guys elect to ignore them

• Malleus is probably not the best at the games because he puts too much strength and is liable to breaking them

• He loves all of it, but his favorite moment would probably have been the Ferris wheel

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

The two of you were on the Ferris wheel, sitting side by side, and his hand rested on your forearm. Dusk had already settled in, so the view was gorgeous, especially as you reached the climax of the ride. Breaking the comfortable silence, Malleus turned to you.

“Thank you, Child of Man” he started “once again, you have enlightened me on experiences I never even dreamed of”

“With someone as old as you” you jest, nudging your elbow into his side, “I wasn’t sure if there was anything you didn’t know or had not experienced”

“With you, I am constantly learning new things” Malleus smiles, his gaze soft as he leans towards you

That is, until a screech could be heard from the sightseeing cabin behind you. It was soon cut short when someone slapped their hand over the other’s mouth, telling them shush, followed by the click of a camera shutter.

You simply giggled while Malleus sighed, before the smile returned to his face

“Ignore them. Focus on me, as you are the one who is the sole occupant of my thoughts”

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year

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Hey you, I enjoy you writing tremendously and I had an idea for Aemond x Reader where reader is from lets say the last great valyrian house next to Targaryens and Viserys wants to join houses. Reader meets Aemond and she is very witty, arrogant but also very kind and soft with Helena. I would love to see the reader correcting Aemonds valyrian and how he reacts to this (of course he has also growing feelings for her that he doesnt know how to show but he slowly opens up to her).

Hope I wasn't too all over the place and thank you a million times if you do this! Love u^^

thank you, I appreciate that! sorry it took me a while to get this done, I had my last week of work before my break <3 hope you like x

Always Meant to Be.

PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,716.

WARNINGS: fluff, soft!Aemond.

A/N - in this AU reader is Rhaenyra's and Laenor's biological daughter, Rhaenyra gave it another go to have a child with Laenor, and that's reader :) So she'd be the second eldest born.

Plans of your future, specifically of your betrothal, had begun cementing since you'd first bled. You were a young maiden now, and as much as your family loved you for your wit, humour and kindness, you were a pawn that could be used as an advantage for this greater game.

Your beloved mother, heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen, and your dearest Grandsire, the Sea Snake, Corlys Velaryon, had both methodically contrived the plan to wed you to one of your Uncles, a son of your Grandsire the King's from his second marriage to Alicent Hightower. Although, the princes and princess were in actuality your mother's half-siblings, being much closer in age, you'd developed closer bonds to them, having grown up alongside them. Although since your mother decided to take leave to Dragonstone, it had been a fair, few years since you'd last seen them, especially after Aemond's incident with your youngest brother, Lucerys.

Nonetheless, they'd proposed the idea to the King numerous times and Viserys was keen as ever to the betrothal.

"A great idea to solidify the union between the great houses of Old Valyria."

And so it was decreed that Aemond Targaryen was to be wed to Y/N of House Velaryon, on her 21st Name Day.

From the earliest, fond memories you had of your older Uncle, Aemond, this union was something that did not displease you in the slightest. Although having not heard of his reaction to the news, and considering that the last time you'd seen each other, the young prince was engulfed in rage towards your family, having lost his precious eye. Your intuition led you to believe he'd probably felt ambushed and disproved of the arrangement.

Although, many of your closest maids convinced you that often no reaction also meant something good.

"It means he does not disprove of the union, your Grace-" Your dearest maid, Penny exclaimed, as she amended the final touches of your evening gown.

You took a deep breath in, feeling slightly less anxious having shed a new perspective on the matter. You were not normally this anxious, nor would you rattle so easily. So why the sudden change?

You'd rationalised that perhaps the haste preparations being made for your arrival to King's Landing, as your 21st Name Day was only a few short months away, the reality was becoming palpable. Your family would attend with you on your travels, until the marriage was certified and only then would they leave you to settle into the domestic life.

Your mother and many septas had trained you for quite sometime, although, you'd paid no mind, remaining blissfully ignorant to your lessons, for a betrothal felt a lifetime away. Seeing everyone's eagerness, and the arrangements being made however, you'd begun to feel the pressure build.

****

"Ah! Our beautiful bride to be, look at how much you've grown my dearest granddaughter," Viserys cheerfully gleamed, embracing you in a long, yet weak hug.

Since the last time you'd seen your Grandsire, it seemed that time did not treat him so well, for his health had deteriorated greatly. Although here he stood, unphased by his condition, he was adamant on sealing the union.

"Thank you Grandfather, I have missed you."

As your mother and siblings continued on with the reunion, did you begin to scan the room for your husband to be, and yet he was no where to be seen.

In fact the only one present, excluding Viserys and Alicent, was Helaena, who seemed much more excited for you and Aemond than you had yourself.

"Oh, thank the Gods, that you are to marry Aemond. I always did see you more as a sister than as my niece!"

As she released you from her hug, she'd noticed your friendly smile fade, and did not waste a second to question.

"Well, since my arrival I have not yet seen Aemond, nor has he sought me out, and he is the one I am to marry. Is he not keen on the marriage?" You uttered, low enough for no one else to hear your yearning. You held Helaena's hands tightly in yours, unable to maintain eye contact, as you looked towards the floor and then back up at her.

A half-hearted smile appeared on her face, tilting her head slightly to the side, as though slightly amused.

"Come come now, I will take you to him."

****

The gust of the soft breeze, blew across your face and though your hair, as Helaena tugged your arm, guiding you down the stony steps into the muddy training yard. You hadn't a split second to take study the scene, until your eyes were met with Aemond's.

"Brother, dearest-" Helaena called out longingly, as she braced her younger sibling into a warm hug, before standing by his side, as she turned to face you. Those training with Aemond pause for a brief moment, to respectfully bow out of both your presence before resuming their practice.

"Your beloved wife to be has arrived. Had you gotten so nervous that you'd forgotten? You were oh so eagerly counting down the days!"

"Enough, Helaena." Aemond deeply exclaimed. His face remained stoic, as he slyly rolled his eyes to his sister's childish laughter. Her innocence hadn't changed, you'd noticed.

He returned his gaze onto you. The boy you'd once remembered, gone, as a taller, much more brooding and dignified man stood in his place. The bloodied eye that was slashed out, now a prominent scar remained in place, hidden beneath a black, leather patch. His hair, much more longer now, paid greater homage to the unearthly qualities that belonged solely to House Targaryen, similar to your mother's.

Out of not control, you could feel your cheeks reddened with blush, as Aemond's eye remained fixated on you. It was an unfamiliar feeling.

"You have grown, Y/N. Nykeā ābra sir." He uttered, his eye wandering over your body slowly, very attentive to your every detail.

"That is the natural course of life, I'm afraid Uncle. Although, nyke umbagon nykeā riñnykeā nykeēdrosa, bona iksos lo ao issi nēdenka enough naejot complete se gaomon. [I remain a maiden still, that is if you are bold enough to complete the deed.]"

"Hmm-" Was all he managed to sound, a half-hearted smile gleaming on his face, as he took slow strides towards you, only inches apart, although his figure towering your own. Though, you remained silent and unphased.

"Gaomagon daor fret, byka mēre. Hae nykeā dutiful valzȳrys, nyke intend naejot satisfy se jorrāelagon hen issa ābrazȳrys... Thoroughly.[Do not fret, little one. As a dutiful husband, I intend to satisfy the needs of my wife…Thoroughly]"

Instinctively, you let out a giggle not in reaction to his response although much towards his pronunciation, his Westerosi accent was thick. The maesters in Dragonstone were not as foreign to the proper Valyrian vocabulary, alongside your mother's help, you excelled in the language.

"It seems I already have a task at hand as your wife. To teach my poor husband the proper pronunciation of our Mother Tongue. The maesters from Old Town have failed you, it seems-" Your hand modestly covering your mouth as you chuckle.

Vexed as he rolled his eye, his smug smile disappearing, as he heard his older sister rejoice in laughter with you. His head snapped towards her direction, causing her to freeze, before he stormed off into some passageway, leading to the castle.

Oh, I hope he knows I did not mean to anatagonise him. I just couldn't help myself!" You reasoned with Helaena, who reassured you that Aemond was a perfectionist, and had thought (up until now) that he peaked in the language.

"He is a man grown, Y/N, he will be fine."

****

Nonetheless, your guilt got the best of you. After giving yourself time to settle, and time for Aemond to cool off, you sought your betrothed out. Much to your relief, he was not difficult to find, your intuition had told you to search in the library, where you would find him from time to time as children, his nose buried in some book.

"A-Aemond, dearest-" The tenderness of your voice alerted him, as his gaze swiftly turned towards your direction. He did not seem displeased to see you, although nor did he seem jovial.

"Have you come to humour yourself more with my Valyrian? Probe for some more criticism before making judgement of your husband?" He spat, before returning his attention back on the pages laid before his lap.

"No, I-I do want to apologise about before. I truly, did not mean to vex you. Forgive me, it has been a while since I've heard such accents, I am only used to my family's."

A defeated sigh escaped his lips, before his focus softened on you. He shut the book closed, before resting it down on the wooden table beside his seat, as he stood himself up.

He walked towards you, both his hands gripping your sides. He's pressure was tight although not in a hurtful sense, although it felt more reassuring.

"It is alright, you should forgive me, Y/N. It has been so long since I had been exposed to your wit. It seems there is a lot we both need to catch up on."

One hand released its hold on you, reaching up to your soft cheek, as his thumb grazed over your skin, right down over your lips.

"Perhaps you'll still be interested in correcting my Valyrian, private lessons of course," He uttered, noticing his lips licking before emphasising on the 'private'.

He was focused on you, although his eyes festering over your moist lips.

Again, through no control of your own, you felt a gentle smile beaming across your face, feeling no shame this time.

"Surely we do not have to wait for marriage to kiss."

Your unfiltered response ignited a deep chuckle from Aemond, its sound warming your heart.

"Of course not, gevie [beautiful]. We were always meant to be."

Where his thumb grazed over your lips, his own crashed down against yours, as you shared a passionate moment. All the worries that had previously troubled your mind, of Aemond's feelings towards the betrothal, vanquished.

He was to be your dutiful husband, as you were to be his loyal wife.

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72ww · 1 year

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HEYY cha cha slides into your ask box what are ur thoughts on sashamilla first meeting and what do u think it was like?? are u a li po doc truther or do u think it was something else!!

Thanks for sending me this great question!

I don't know about you, but I have a hard time committing to one idea when it comes to branching off from what is strictly canon. Even then, I am big on character exploration in all forms. Pre-canon, canon, whatever. It is the biggest draw to the game, for me, these characters are lovingly written and set such a fantastic groundwork which a person can really run with if they want to. So, personally, I do not exactly stick with one story… sorry if it's confusing, but I don't commit myself to imagining it happened just one way. There are many ways to take two characters and consider how many ways they could interact. Why limit ourselves? It is a great exercise in understanding others. Below the cut is a lot of writing on trauma, pain, and grief, just a warning.

Sasha wasn’t intended to be her therapist at first. He was called in by his supervisor to see if Milla could be rehabilitated at all. She had promise as a powerful Psychonaut, but her mind was wracked with grief. She had been hospitalized due to her struggles with mental illness more than once, compounding her inability to recover. Milla possessed a strong desire to help others but was unable to help herself through her own insurmountable grief. Sasha, being relatively low in the ranks of his division himself, saw it as just another routine recruiting assignment. He approached it with scientific curiosity and not much else.

Milla's mental landscape before Sasha becomes her therapist: it's constructed from the trauma she went through. It's all she can think about, it is her entire identity. It is all-consuming because she can't cope with it. Every day the walls are closing in more and more, driving her further inward into a mental prison. She can't ask for help, she doesn't feel as though she deserves it, she is afraid of it. She may punish herself due to a self-prescribed guilt. Likely socially withdrawn from all relationships, apathetic, joyless. Any joy may remind her of her emotional pain. The two could be inseparable for her, in fact. In acute grief it is not uncommon for one to paradoxically associate happiness with trauma.

Visually, everything that used to bring her joy is present, though corrupted by emotional pain. Quilts, piano keys, crocheted afghans, a record player, melting vinyl, bedtime storybooks, children's paintings. All of it deformed hideously; burning, or burnt. Her grief has twisted her perception of the past. She cannot enjoy her memories as they once were. They have been overwritten by Milla's tremendous suffering.

As any good therapist, Sasha’s mission is to give Milla the tools to reframe the event that is plaguing her mind. Since she is unable to express any control over destructive thinking patterns such as intrusive thoughts, it is pretty easy to see why Sasha would be the one called in to help her. Maybe at this point in his training/career, he has successfully completed this process in himself and recreated such success in other struggling individuals. When he arrives, Milla is despondent. Sasha feels a strong connection with her immediately through a common thread of distress: acute, unresolved grief.

Well, I am going to go on a little tangent here, but I promise it is somehow relevant. Sasha is a very interesting character because he exists in a delicate and realistic balance of qualities. He is intensely curious. He has a strong sense of morality, but might not always choose to follow it. The two go hand in hand. Sasha must determine constantly whether or not a certain action is worth its moral implications. That is a subjective art, to him. Someone who values scientific progress for the betterment of society might not pay so much attention to the sacrifices he feels he must make to achieve his goals. That is to say, to some extent he believes in justification. A lack of direct (or adequately responsible) oversight can further develop such a mindset. As well, a person can justify much to himself if his actions are endorsed and/or were prior committed by a role model. All this to say I believe Sasha has gone through a lot of learning in his life to get to where we see him in the games. He still struggles with this quandary, obviously, but he is certainly not a cold, heartless scientist. His love for others is likely just as intense as Milla’s, though maybe in a bit more of an abstract way. He understands his role and responsibilities as a Psychonaut. He likes to think he understands when he can or shouldn’t overstep those boundaries. Most of the time, anymore, Sasha is relatively disciplined in his practice through sheer experience. No, I don’t think this was always the case.

Personally, I think he would at first approach the case of Milla with his usual ravenous curiosity. He struggles to stay in the present with her. He gets ahead of himself. He wants her to succeed almost too much, too quickly, not solely for her benefit. I can see Milla daring to put him in his place over this, too. His demeanor doesn’t put her on edge. She may even think to herself that his aloof appearance is comical (perhaps endearing…?). She can tell this man tries to distance himself from the world. It seems to her that he has a need to emotionally separate himself from everyone around him not from a sense of superiority; rather, it is as if he is trying to escape distress. Thus, Milla understands nearly all the time he is successful in enforcing strict interpersonal distances. I genuinely think Milla is the first one to ever get around his defenses, if only to drive him up the wall, because she thinks he is hilarious, and because she gets sick of seeing him so closed off. It’s the only thing she enjoys doing for a time. Rather than feeling humiliated by this, Sasha is humbled, if not outright impressed with Milla. It helps to push their relationship in a positive direction.

It’s a turning point for both of them. Sasha was used to talent alone being his main advantage on missions to help others. He hadn’t fulled grasped what it meant to be a therapist, that it is a give-and-take relationship for both parties. Through Milla’s help he recognizes this was a major cause of his past failures. On the other hand, Milla isn’t miraculously cured. Sasha helps her disable the trauma response and pave the road to her recovery. It’s still there, it just isn’t dominating her mental landscape anymore. Sasha marks her down for having serious potential both in recovery and as an agent.

I have read some great & engaging writing where they start out as colleagues assigned to the same mission. Those were really enjoyable, too, and I think those still adequately explore this interesting antagonistic dynamic they may have had upon first introduction. A lot of people look at these two through their surface level personality traits and are shocked to see them get along so well. I don’t think they are opposites at all, though! Sasha & Milla are totally on the same wavelength. I tend to imagine that neither of them realize their similarities at first, too. Then someday something just clicks and their brains practically fuse together for life. There is.. definitely something to be said about dating your therapist, though, LOL. I can’t say I endorse that. I think it wouldn’t be a problem because they later become partnered agents. The Psychonauts probably have a policy against colleagues fraternizing, but whatever. As if anyone would (could) separate Sasha & Milla.

Ohh and a postscript note. In this little space of thinking I like to imagine that Sasha gives up smoking through Milla’s treatment. She can’t stand the smell of it at first. He has to go back to his hotel and take three showers and rent clothes before he can even do intake with her. It takes ages for Milla to associate the stench of cigarettes with Sasha alone. Eventually, I’m sure Milla does exposure therapy of some sort so she doesn’t feel as distressed around fires/smoke she can’t avoid. This totally is without ulterior motives on Sasha’s part, phobia control is an important part of Psychonaut agent training... He does not miss smoking at all...

Here's a sketch for the concept I didn't do much with because drawing Milla in distress wasn't fun at all.

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my-head-is-an-animal · 8 months

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It's Not A Game If It's Real

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Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 2

Orson watched you carefully, that perfume you wore was unmistakable, he’d spent the better part of an evening inhaling it like it was the only breathable air in the room, he wouldn’t mistake it again.

He’d awoken to find his bed empty, although unsurprised, Orson felt a pang of disappointment, he would have loved the sight of you first thing in the morning, igniting his every sense yet again.

He stood behind you and saw the small mark peaking just above your collar, the one he had placed there. He hadn’t realised at the time how big it was, but then he was a little distracted.

Orson could tell that you were mortified, but it was everything in his power to stop himself from laughing. The chances could not have been slimmer that he would ever run into you again. This was just a farce, and one he was enjoying immeasurably.

The first meeting between the department heads would be a short one, it usually was, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. Even without the dress, you were stunning. Your eyes flickered over your work, the way you wetted your lips occasionally, and the professional manner in which you conducted yourself when being spoken to. But always the hint of what was beneath the surface; desire, passion and a wicked playfulness that would disarm any man at every turn.

Once it was over, he noticed you breathing deeply and steadily. He needed to speak to you sooner rather than later.

‘Colonel Sarlin.’ Orson kept his voice steady, trying not to startle you in front of your peers, who were making their way out of the conference room. ‘I read your report on the new weapons system you’re researching. You’re looking into Kyber crystals?’

You cleared your throat, much to his delight. ‘Yes, sir.’ Keeping it professional while there were still people around was probably a good idea.

Your whole demeanour was different, the confidence you’d shown the night before was disappearing quickly and Orson didn’t want you to think the worst.

Finally, everyone was gone and it was just the two of you left.

‘Kaida,’ he said gently, feeling himself softening. He suddenly couldn’t help but laugh, easing your tension immediately.

‘Well, I’m glad you find this funny.’ You sighed, finally letting go of the professional façade you had. ‘I’m fucking mortified, if I’d known who you were-‘

‘You wouldn’t have asked me to fuck you like I meant it?’ Orson tried to stop laughing.

‘Oh my god.’ Your hands went straight to your temples.

Orson only stopped laughing when it was clear you were about to have a full on panic attack.

‘Kaida, just breathe.’ He said, with a slightly more serious tone, gently placing his hand on your upper arm. ‘Nice and deep, slowly. Just breathe. Everything will be fine.’

‘How can you say that?!’ You hissed. ‘I slept with my boss, and we did… oh my god, the things we did.’ You began pacing.

‘Tremendously memorable, if you ask me.’

‘Well, I’m not asking.’ You hissed again. ‘Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t be talking to you like this. Fuck!’

Orson leaned back against the table, still smiling at you and thinking this was just hilarious. He let you have a moment to panic before speaking again.

‘Would it help if I told you that what we did will not affect your position here?’ He offered. ‘I won’t hold it against you, I won’t treat you any differently or expect anything of you. What I said last night still stands, I will not pressure you into anything you don’t want to do… well, apart from where deadlines are concerned.’

You shrugged, agreeing that was probably inevitable.

‘You feel better now? Or would you like to vent your frustrations another way?’

Your head snapped around to Orson and he couldn’t deny a part of him was very intimidated.

‘I’m joking,’ he said, standing back up straight and almost backing away. ‘I’m joking, obviously.’

‘You had better be.’ You said, but once again hated it. ‘Oh god, I should be more respectful than this, I can’t just talk to you like I did last night.’

‘Certainly not in front of company… although I seem to remember-‘

‘Don’t!’ You snapped, seriously. Orson couldn’t help but laugh, easing your fears once again.

‘Okay, I’m sorry. If you’d like we can talk about this, I’m free tonight, if you are?’ He offered, but your suspicious gaze had him realising that the woman he met last night was a rare sight indeed. You just weren’t the confident, sexy, beautiful woman he’d spent hours fucking, at least not all the time, but something inside him wanted to see her again, he wanted to see the beauty you could be. ‘I’m not trying to insinuate anything, I’m not pressuring you into anything, but more suggesting it might be good for us to assess where we are and how we move forward.’

Orson watched you thinking for a moment, nodding to yourself. ‘Yeah, yeah, I think that’s a good idea.’

‘Good.’ Orson gave a brief nod. ‘In that case, good day to you, Colonel Sarlin.’

‘And you, Director Krennic.’

Something about the way you said it had Orson thinking on how much he’d like to hear you whispering it to him whilst in the privacy of his office. How beautiful could he make you feel once again?

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You managed to find your office and set up your things ready to work on your research into the Kyber crystals.

There was a lot to do and for the longest time you had been looking forward to impressing your new boss with your findings, but things were… slightly more complicated now.

You spent most of the day trying not to get distracted.

In your head you kept getting Orson and Director Krennic mixed up. Orson was the man who’d made you feel so beautiful you thought you’d die of too much pleasure. Director Krennic was a man with a reputation for being difficult to please, uptight and not one for dishing out sympathy at the best of times.

It didn’t seem possible that the man you’d met the previous night was an unreasonable man, however, you barely knew him.

‘Colonel Sarlin?’ A voice came from the door.

‘Yes?’ You looked up to see the Director himself standing in your doorway.

You checked the time, having found that it was well into the evening and you’d completely lost track of time.

‘Shit!’ You hissed, standing to attention. ‘Apologies, Director, I lost track of time.’

Orson smirked just a little, stepping all the way into your office and allowing the door to close behind him.

‘That’s alright, I’m early anyway.’ He said, his voice hitting that gorgeous depth that had you so sucked in the previous night. ‘You don’t have to stand to attention when we're alone, I’m not going to hold it against you.’ You frowned for a moment. ‘I have to say, I was incredibly impressed with your research, I do hope we can find a proper use for it.’

‘Yes, sir.’ You nodded, swallowing nervously. ‘Really?’

‘You sound surprised.’

‘Well, I… yes, well, no sir.’

That crystal gaze had you rooted to the spot, unsure of how to present yourself in his presence anymore. You knew Orson could sense your tension as he stepped towards you slowly.

‘We should talk more about it tomorrow once you’ve had a chance to rest.’ He spoke quietly, but always with that smirk. ‘For now, why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private?’ You were about to speak when he held his hand up to stop. ‘My statement still stands, Kaida. I’m not here to make things difficult, but we do need to clear the air and I’d rather do so somewhere we can speak more freely.’

He was referring to your quarters which had no monitoring devices of any kind, standard for someone in your position. Your office had a camera, but Orson and a couple of security officers were the only ones with access to the feeds. Again, standard.

‘Of course, this way.’ You nodded, picking up your datapad and heading through the door that adjoined your office.

You hadn’t had a chance to unpack yet, having dumped your things in the middle of the floor, and heading straight for the meeting that afternoon. It was sparse and basic, open plan with a small living area and a bed that sat to one side. Your bathroom was the only thing closed off, everything else was basically like a studio flat, but there was something quite charming about it.

You quickly moved your bags away from the door, bending over and feeling Orson stop before walking into you.

‘You should unpack as soon as you can.’ Orson smirked once again, why did he have to look so good when he did that? ‘We find that officers who feel settled in their personal space, settle into their work more easily.’

‘I just didn’t have the chance, sir.’ You said, taking a deep breath and stepping into your space that still didn’t quite feel like your own yet.

‘Kaida,’ Orson spoke softly behind you. ‘You can drop the “sir” for now. I know that you must feel somewhat embarrassed, maybe even uncomfortable with what happened last night, but your research is the reason you’re here, it’s essential to my latest design, I need you focused on that.’

‘I know.’ You found yourself whispering. ‘It’s just that…’

‘Please speak freely.’ He coaxed. ‘You weren’t afraid to last night.’

‘That was different.’ You turned to face Orson, realising he was much close than you realised, that crystal blue gaze taking all of you in once again. ‘I was just… I didn’t think it would… it was just a game with a stranger.’

‘I understand.’ Orson nodded, folding his hands behind his back and taking another step close to you, you could smell the freshly cleaned white uniform he wore. ‘We all need a moment to be our true selves and finding someone to indulge with us is a privilege scarcely earned.’

‘But that’s not me.’ You half laughed. ‘I’m not that person. I don’t ask for things like that, it’s just…’

‘Selfish?’

‘Yes!’

‘Kaida,’ it was Orson’s turn to chuckle. ‘You’re allowed to be selfish, especially when playing a game for a night. You wanted to feel how beautiful you are and why shouldn’t you ask for it? As far as you were concerned, I wasn’t anyone important. But please don’t feel embarrassed about any of it. Speaking as the man you met last night, it was my pleasure as much as yours.’

You watched him for a moment or two, wondering who exactly this man was now. ‘You know they all say you’re uptight.’

‘Do they?’ Orson smirked, like he already knew. ‘And what do you think?’

You thought for a moment. ‘I think the man I met last night… honestly?’

‘It would be appreciated.’ Orson nodded.

‘When I got back to my room, I thought about how I was glad to have met you.’

You watched Orson take another step towards you, that smirk of suspicion plain to see. ‘Is that it?’ You frowned. ‘Seems like quite a plain thing to say after the things we did.’

At least he was still able to make you laugh.

‘Kaida,’ he said, gently. ‘Putting our professional positions to one side for a moment… I am glad to have seen that part of you. Something tells me you’re not exactly one for spontaneous nights spent with strangers.’

‘No.’ You chuckled. ‘Not at all.’

Orson nodded, you caught the small bite of his lower lip, before clearing his throat. ‘Well…’ neither of you were quite sure of the end of the sentence, but Orson somehow managed to turn everything around. ‘I will repeat what I said earlier: this won’t compromise your position, it was simply a coincidence and I’m sure we’re grown up enough to put it to one side. Besides, I can’t afford to lose you on this project.’ You frowned again. ‘I told you, the infamous Colonel Sarlin and her Kyber Crystal research is of vital importance. I don’t want to make things awkward for you, so it would be better for us both if we could agree to put everything behind us.’

‘Agreed.’ You nodded, smiling. ‘I want to be here and to continue my research. Putting this behind us seems like the most adult thing to do.’

‘Good.’ Something about his clenched jaw caught your eye, but you dismissed it as soon as you thought it could be anything other than awkwardness. ‘In that case, I’ll be going. I’ll see you tomorrow at our first briefing?’

‘Of course.’

It was a few seconds before Orson went to leave, but there was still one thing left to say. You stepped closer to stop him from leaving.

‘Orson,’ you said, making him turn around. ‘I just… sorry…’

‘What is it?’ He asked, gently. ‘You might not get another chance to say it if it’s personal.’ He coaxed you.

‘Look, I just wanted to say… on a personal level…’ you could feel the warmth flooding your body once again. ‘Thank you for letting me have a night for myself.’ You swallowed, watching his crystal gaze soften almost entirely. ‘It’s not often I feel particularly beautiful in any sense, so… thank you for bringing that out of me, it meant a lot… even if it was just a game.’

Orson didn’t take his eyes away from you for a moment, somehow they sucked you in and suddenly you could feel those warm lips pressing against yours once again. He gently sucked your lower lip, making you groan into a deeper kiss. Orson’s hands cradled your face, his fingers sliding gently down your throat, making you gasp out and feel his smile against your mouth.

Your hands found the buttons of his pristine white uniform and began unbuttoning frantically. Fuck, you wanted to feel that warm skin against yours again.

Orson helped to shake off his jacket, revealing his bare chest, his hands delving into your hair, unpinning it from the tight bun that was, again, standard for your working life. The second your hair cascaded down, Orson groaned, firmly pinning you to the wall beside your bed. You felt his hips pushing into you slowly, just enough that you could feel him through his trousers.

You could feel his lean waist under your hands, the softness of his skin, igniting your desires once more.

Orson suddenly grabbed your wrists, smiling against your lips, he brought them above your head, holding them with one hand and began unbuttoning your own jacket with the other. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin and gently biting to make you sigh out close to his ear.

Orson growled into your chest as his mouth began descending down between your breasts, letting your wrists go so that you could feel his skin, his lean body, his soft hair.

He didn’t wait another moment, stripping your jacket off and throwing it somewhere behind him, before making quick work of your trousers and returning to plant a hungry kiss to your mouth.

‘Kaida,’ he gasped. ‘Tell me how you want to be fucked.’

The request on it’s own was enough to sent hot bolts through your core.

‘Right here.’ You needed him. You held onto his shoulders, giving into the deep kiss once again, fuck it was good. ‘Fuck me right here, Orson, please.’

He let out a dark chuckle and you heard his belt suddenly unbuckling and hitting the floor. Orson brought your leg to sit over his hip, pulling your underwear to one side, and in one gloriously swift motion, he thrust all the way inside of you.

You head stretched back at the feeling, your back arching as much as the wall behind you would allow for. Orson groan vibrated through your neck as he began gently biting at the sensitive skin, making you cry out with laughter at how good it felt to feel him once again.

‘That’s it, darling.’ He growled. ‘Just enjoy it.’

Orson’s fingers slid between you and found your clit, he knew how to make you come, so there really was nothing left to do but enjoy it. Your nails dug into his shoulders the closer you got to coming, but it only spurred Orson on that much more.

‘Come on, darling,’ he panted, his hip thrusting at just the right pace. ‘Let me see how beautiful you really are. Come for me. Just for me.’

The possession was what struck you down, the idea of existing only to be pleased by a man who clearly loved the way you looked when you came, was to die for.

‘Fuck, yes, Orson!’ You cried, holding tighter onto him.

‘Good girl.’ He smiled into another firm kiss, but he didn’t stop fucking you, in fact he removed his hand from between your bodies, only to slide it under your other leg and lift you around his waist. ‘God, yes!’ He groaned, kissing and biting your chest and neck. ‘That’s it, darling.’

‘God, Orson,’ you panted. ‘Harder, please.’

He chuckled at you begging for more, but not once did he stop. Orson thrust deeper and firmer, giving you exactly what you asked for, encouraging you to take him for as long as you could.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna come, darling.’ Orson finally gasped, his thrusts quicker momentarily before he moaned out your name, saying it over and over again like it was the only thing he knew how to say anymore.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how good it felt to be a part of him once more.

Orson allowed you both a moment or two to calm down before the reality of what had happened hit you.

Orson felt you tensing, he gently pulled away from your neck, kissing your temple softly and inhaling deeply.

‘It’s just a game, Kaida.’ He whispered. ‘It’s okay to play once in a while.’

‘Yeah.’ You panted, still unsure of what exactly possessed you to sleep with your boss again. ‘I don’t suppose the air is that much clearer.’

Orson chuckled against your hair in a really rather domestic way. ‘No… or yes.’

‘What do you mean?’

Orson gently pulled back a little more. ‘What if…’ his soft gaze traced over your face. ‘What if we keep playing?’ You frowned. ‘We’re adults, we have needs and it seems like we can satisfy them for each other… quite well if you ask me. What if we play this game every once in a while? No one has to know, as long as we maintain professional conduct in front of others. There’s no harm in it.’

You thought for a moment. ‘The irony of you asking me that whilst you’re still inside me.’ You rolled your eyes, making him laugh.

Orson eased out of you finally, leaving you feeling a little emptier than before.

‘Why don’t you think about it?’ Orson kissed your temple again. ‘There’s no pressure to say yes, but… it could be fun.’

That smirk. It would get you every time.

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Lost in Thought (J.S x Reader)

Hangman x Reader Summary: You and Jake have known each other for a long time, comfortably saying ‘I Love You�� Platonically for years, until one night where you finally get to the point where you mean it more than friends.

Tw: Cursing, unedited work, fluff? angst? idk it’s cute tho Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I've been weird about writing one shots lately, not sure if people are enjoying them or not, but I have gotten a couple people saying to go on and continue and I thank them tremendously, it has truly helped even if it was one or two people that had said it to me. Thank you for all of the likes and reposts and I hope to keep getting some more one shots out there for those who actually read them! Of course, requests are open, and encouraged. I want to open my writing up to more Top Gun characters, I've just also had a lot of my own ideas for Hangman and that's why i've been writing for him so much, but if there is something you want to see for other characters please let me know!

(NOT MY GIF)

The amount of time you have spent with the insufferable man that is Jake Seresin was unimaginable. Especially with the fact that you haven’t killed him yet, or yourself for that matter.

He was your best friend though. Ever since meeting him on a detachment one time years ago, putting him and his place and him clinging onto you, you guys have been inseparable. You were the only one able to put him in his place with few simple words, and him the same for you.

Jake knew since the moment that you had shut down his entire deal the first time you met him, he wasn’t going to let you go. He clung to you even though you hated the idea for a while, but he grew on you so you allowed him to stay.

Every once in a while the two of you got separated for deployments but always found a way back to each other, no matter how long you guys had been apart.

You weren’t sure when the feelings you had for Jake Seresin when from friends to more, but it scared you. The idea of losing the friendship you had always craved felt more terrifying than the idea of him loving you back.

You had a strict, ‘no dating pilots’ policy, just for the fact that you knew how dangerous it was from being in the profession, and seeing the reactions of the spouses of those who didn’t come home from a mission being something that haunts you at night. You couldn’t imagine feeling that way about someone you loved so you closed yourself off to the idea.

Jake snuck into your heart though, you cared about that man so deeply, whether it was more than a friend or not at this point, if something happened to him you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself.

“9 Ball, You, Me, ready to lose?” The cocky blonde stood in front of the stool you were perched on, talking to everyone around you. You raised a singular eyebrow in his direction where he was leaning against the cue.

“Me? Lose? Seresin I am actually wounded that you still don’t know me well enough to know that I don’t lose.” You faked a hurt expression before snatching the cue he was resting on, leaving him to lose balance a little bit before straightening out.

In the middle of you winning the game, Rooster, or Bradley Bradshaw, had come into the bar. Seeing Hangman straighten up, you knew that this was going to be interesting. It wasn’t like the two men had a huge beefing feud going on, where it would get physical, but you knew they weren’t best friends. There was a little bit of butting heads going on between them and you just wanted this to be a good night.

Before Jake had the chance to get a word in, you stood in front of his body, making his attention move from Bradshaw to your eyes. You always forgot how much taller he was than you until he had his chin all the way down to make eye contact with you.

“Go for a walk with me?” Was all you asked and all it took for him to wrap his hand around yours and make the way over to the back door that opened out to the beach.

Once the cool air hit you, both of your bodies relaxed. Neither of you had made an effort to let go of each other's hands, it was normal between you two.

Though there had been drunken moments, neither of you had crossed the line of more than friends, surprisingly, but that didn’t stop you from holding each other close or holding the others hand, it brought comfort to you, so it wasn’t a big deal.

“Jake,” You broke the silence, to which he replied to you with a hum, “ What do you think is gonna happen tomorrow?” You wondered out loud, as he found a nice spot on the beach to plop down onto the sand and drag you with him. You sat next to him, watching the light from the sun bounce across his face and make him glow more than usual.

Something in your stomach flipped, a feeling you had felt a few weeks ago, the feeling you had associated with your feelings that were changing for the man sitting next to you. You lost your breath slightly at the realization but covered it up quickly, hoping that he didn’t catch on.

If he did, he didn’t acknowledge it as he started talking, “I have no clue, just glad they got us together again, I missed you.” He grinned, leaning down and bumping his shoulder into yours with a small grin.

“I missed you too bagman.” You teased, forcing yourself to break eye contact with him because you felt like your heart was going to fall out of your ass at that moment, bringing your eyes to the view in front of you.

He let out a belly laugh, one that only made frequent appearances with you and not a lot with others, and that you pride yourself on.

“I’m never going to shake that name am I?” He said with a laugh still in his voice. It made you smile at the sound, “Nope, never.” You grinned up at him, as he stared you down.

You could’ve sworn you saw adoration in his eyes, or something along those lines but you ruled that out as quickly as it came. It had to have been nothing, so you ignored the feeling in your chest and looked back out at the water, silence over taking both of you once again.

You guys sat there for a long while in the silence, it never being awkward, your thoughts were running wild with a bunch of what ifs, or different outcomes in your life.

What if you just let go and let him know everything that has been shifting in your body for a few weeks now. What would happen? Would he leave? Never speak to you again? Would you lose both a one sided love and your best friend in the process? You couldn’t bear the thought of it, of losing Jake.

Before you could go any further into your thoughts, the silence was sliced with his words, “You’re thinking too loud again.” He gave you a light smile when you looked up at him with wide eyes, hoping that you didn’t say anything out loud because you were too zone into your thoughts to pay attention to anything else.

You mind was put a very slight ease when he spoke once more, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He hummed, taking in the look in your wide eyes that bored into his.

You quickly weighed the pros and cons of everything you had just been thinking of. If you told him, and he didn’t feel the same way, could you guys go back to how it was before or would he just leave you in the dust, not wanting to deal with your feelings for him, ones that weren’t reciprocated? Or would he turn the world on its axis and say that he’s always had feelings for you too, and you guys would live happily ever after in your fairy tale word of fighter jets and the Navy?

“Y/N” He said, breaking you of your thoughts once more, you really needed to get out of your head in front of him.

“I Love you” Was all you managed to get out.

Jake gave you a confused look, not sure why it was so hard for you to say that. For a while now, you guys have told each other that you loved the other, especially when being shipped out for other missions. It was always meant platonically, as a friend way, a best friend way. You guys were so close and it was normal for you to say it to each other, but he didn’t realize that this was different. It was a different type of love to you now, and it scared you.

“I love you too?” He said in more of a question than a statement.

You sighed, not knowing that difficulty this was going to be when you randomly blurted it out. You loved the man but he wasn’t always the brightest in a way. He was dense when he wanted to be.

“No, Jake, I love you” You pushed yourself to try and get him to understand. You were already here, might as well go all the way and hoped it worked out in the long run. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to do it now, right before a big mission where you would have to work with him for a couple weeks no matter the outcome of this night, whether it went good or bad, but it was too late now.

“Y/N I love you too, are you okay?” Jake asked, more confused than before. He got it, you loved him, how was this what you were so worked up over, lost in thought for the past, he didn’t even know how long they had been out there for.

“Oh my god Jake, I know you’re blonde but don’t act like it,” You rolled your eyes, getting slightly frustrated because this was making it far more embarrassing for you, trying to confess your love for someone who can’t even tell, “Jake Seresin, I love you.” You breathed out, “I am in love with you.” You added a little quieter at the end, forcing your eyes to look down at your hands instead of his face, afraid of his reaction.

The silence once again enclosed the two of you, neither of you moving or at this point even breathing. You were terrified to look at him, but he softly put his hand on your chin, guiding it up to look at his face after a few moments of silence. You closed your eyes as he had your face now angled up towards him. If you didn’t open your eyes then you didn’t have to face the rejection he was about to push on you.

“Open your eyes please.” He whispered quietly, to which you replied with a shake of your head.

“Don’t act like a child, open them,” He said in a stern voice, but it was still quiet, “Please” He added, a lot softer than before.

You couldn’t avoid it any longer, he was literally sitting in front of you, so you slowly opened your eyes to look at his green ones, ones that were flowing with an emotion you hadn’t seen in them before. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but you just hoped it wasn’t bad.

“You mean it?” Jake asked, trying to find clarification that this wasn’t just some joke or a bet you had going on with Phoenix.

“Of course I mean it Jake.” You whispered, searching his face to find any answer you could. You hated not knowing how he felt but he was masking it, trying to make sure you weren’t joking with him and he could let his guard down. “I’ve always loved you, just, I realized it was more than before recently and I couldn’t go any longer thinking about it without you knowing how I felt.” You added on, feeling a need to explain yourself, though he didn’t need you too, all he needed was to know that you meant it.

That’s all it took for him to smash his lips against yours. It was all you ever dreamed of, the fireworks and sparks everyone always referenced when talking about the kiss with the love of their lives, made in appearance in your body and mind.

You couldn’t think of anything else besides him. Not the doubts or the mission or the random people walking the beach like you guys had been before sitting down. It was just his lips on yours, the softness of his lips you had imagined to be chapped when you day dreamed about this exact moment before.

“I love you too, so much.” He breathed out as you two had separated from each other, out of breath, but your foreheads rested against each other.

A grin spread across your face like wildfire, mirroring your own as his hand came to brush a few hairs out of your face, and then rested on your cheek holding you close.

“It’s about damn time Seresin,” You giggled, “I didn’t know how much longer I could take thinking about the worst case scenarios.” You smiled up at him.

“I’ll always love you y/n, forever.” Was all he replied after pushing your lips together again in another kiss.

The two of you spend the rest of the night like this, telling each other how much you wanted to be with the other, sharing kisses and laughs on the way back to the barracks. It was perfect for you guys, finally getting the shot at the perfect navy, fighter pilot, fairytale life.

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To Have Loved and Lost

Notes from the Crypt: Hullo, I like to write stuff. My latest obsession has been Genshin, and I'm a huge sucker for angst so I hope you enjoy. Edit: Chapter 2 now out

Tags: GN!Reader, angst, cheating

Summary: Something is wrong, and it took you 2 months to find out what.

It started with week 1 where you first observed that Diluc’s lingering touches on Jean mimicked the same ones he gave you. The way he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear or squeezed her shoulder when they’re in deep discussion regarding Mondstadt’s safety. You never missed the way his hand would touch the small of her back when he was walking with her through the crowded streets of the city, with you acting as third wheel behind them. Once you even saw him rest his hand on her thigh when you and your boyfriend were having dinner with Jean and Kaeya at Good Hunter. Though it was quick, your keen observation was quicker.

Week 2 Diluc left you a note saying he wasn’t going to be home for the next x days and to not wait up for him. It would follow up with an explanation of how he was going on a mission with Jean, and you started to grow suspicious. You didn’t want to think too hard about them, you thought deep in your heart that he truly loved you and that the mission was surely to fight monsters or the abyss order to further keep Mond safe. You pushed down the dark feeling starting to eat away at you and decided an evening of self-care was in order.

By week 3, Kaeya noticed how stressed you were, with you juggling your work along with this new burden on your relationship with his brother. He can’t say he didn’t try to help when he went to the tavern during a shift Diluc was working and tried to use his charm to get him to at least see things from your perspective, only to be cut off early and kicked out. He thought how odd the entire exchange was, normally when it came to concerns involving you, Diluc would have dropped everything to make sure you were well taken care of and not, well, neglected as Kaeya suspects is happening.

4 weeks in, Kaeya suggests you take in a change of scenery, seeing as your current predicament is starting to affect your health. It took a lot of convincing but in the end, you decided 2 weeks back in your hometown of Inazuma should help you get back into the right mindset. In the past you were stuck outside of the nation, being in Mondstadt the day the decree began, and the nation had closed off entirely. Kaeya knew how much it had affected you; he was the first person who came across you after news broke out, and he was one of the people who helped ease you through your darkest moments following the decree. No one had any idea how long the nation would have been in solitude, and for you that meant you would never see your closest family and friends ever again. At least, until the traveler came to Teyvat and seemed to fix one nation’s problem after the other.

Following the abolishing of the decree, you felt a tremendous weight lift off your shoulders, grateful to the traveler for saving your nation. Of course, you made sure to return as quick as possible to check on everyone near and dear to you, but by then you had established a relationship with Mondstadt’s wine tycoon, having spent time with the Ragnvindr brothers and Jean after all. After reassurances of future visits, you return to the city of freedom for what you thought was your fairy tale ending, unaware of the nightmare ahead. Bidding farewells to your friends in Mond, you were personally escorted by the Calvary Captain to the boats of Liyue, where you were then shipped off to Inazuma so you could finally relax.

Weeks 5 and 6 were spent catching up with old friends. You were relieved when you first learned of Gorou and Itto’s safety following the overturn of the decree, and from then the three of you would make it a tradition to meet up at least once a year for the infamous hotpot game Thoma had once introduced you. Though he was often busy, Thoma would somehow still find time to spend with you, especially since he thought it was funny how he was a Mondstadter stuck in Inazuma and you were an Inazuman stuck in Mondstadt. You make sure to make your rounds along the island, catching up with the Yashiro commissioner and his sister, the peppy fireworks master and even visiting the Grand Narukami Shrine to chat with Yae Miko. You even pulled a fortune slip for fun but felt a cold chill run down your spine when you pulled a Great Misfortune, your thoughts immediately filled with Diluc and Jean. As quick as they came, you again push that feeling aside, you came home to stop worrying, why waste all that effort now? Before your trip came to an end, you made sure to take part in the upcoming festival, any previous lingering thoughts forgotten while you made special memories with your special friends.

Upon your return in week 7, you opened the door to the winery only to find your boyfriend is very much balls deep in the acting grand master. The very thing your gut was trying to warn you about and here it was, manifested. You froze, taking in the trail of clothes leading up to the couch and their shocked faces, clearly, they both forgot that you were to return today. You wouldn’t be surprised if they had forgotten about you altogether. Ice filled your veins, you wanted to scream, to scream about how you had suspected them of flirting with each other behind your back, you wanted so badly to tear into them about their lingering touches and lovey dovey gazes, but your mouth didn’t move. All at once, the pair were scrambling to cover themselves, telling you that it wasn’t what it looked like, that there was an explanation, but you were preoccupied in turning on your heel and walking away from the scene. You heard a shout of your name, and you broke out into a sprint, you didn’t care where you went but you had to get away away AWAY. The more shouts you heard the faster you ran, the wind seeming to guide you to the city, thankfully since your vision was too blurry with all the tears you were shedding. Even after you crossed the entrance gates you didn’t stop, the adrenaline keeping you going until you ran into a body, taking them with you to the floor. With lungs full of air, you finally let your voice be heard in a flurry of pathetic sobs, clinging to the person you full body tackled, uncaring of who it was. To Kaeya’s surprise, he wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, sure he was aware that you had returned from Inazuma but because of how late it was, he was expecting to see you the following day so he could ask about your adventure. To see you in such a state could only confirm his suspicions of his brother having an affair with the acting grand master.

He had his suspicions for a few weeks now but didn’t think to act on them until your trip to Inazuma, where he could use the time to tail Diluc and Jean and attempt to get any information. At first it started out with him tagging along with the duo, from inviting them for drinks or to get food to even awkwardly interrupting their pseudo dates when he saw them both around the city. In the 2 weeks you were gone, he had noticed how Diluc and Jean would act much closer than they usually did, almost like a couple. At one point Kaeya had to watch from the sidelines to witness more acts like this, like Diluc bringing Jean flowers or how Jean would leave the city with what appeared to be an overnight bag on more than one occasion. It was clear to Kaeya that the pair were harboring feelings for the other, but to do it while he’s in a relationship with you? He never thought his brother would stoop so low. With the information he’s gathered, he was thinking of a way to break the news to you gently, the last thing he wanted was for you to walk in on their affair, but it breaks his heart to see he was too late, as you had done just that and was now crying in his chest, your form trembling in his arms.

“D-Diluc…. A-And Jean…!”, you hiccupped, and Kaeya pressed his lips to your hair, shushing you gently while he rubbed your back.

“I know doll… I had my suspicions. Come on, let’s get you someplace safe”, he sighed, helping you up to your feet so he could walk you back to his apartment. Even in the dead of night, the city wasn’t void of people and Kaeya would hate for anyone else to see you in the state you’re in and try to pry into what happened. You whimpered, clinging to his arm while you continued to shake, full on sprinting to the city from the winery is no easy feat, now that the adrenaline is gone your muscles were screaming at you to stop moving. You wanted badly to just drop right there and let the ground swallow you whole, but you knew you’d never rest in peace until you found out why the bastard had done this to you. You took a few steps with Kaeya until you heard your name called out by the very man who broke the heart you entrusted him with.

“y/n, please wait...!”, Diluc pants, finally catching up after he watched you dash from his front door. He managed to get his pants on but couldn’t fully button his shirt up, leaving his chest bare for you and his brother to see the marks littering his skin. Kaeya felt disgusted at the sight, disgusted at his brother, and disgusted with himself for not doing more to prevent this. He opened his mouth to begin to tear him a new one when he felt the temperature in the air drop significantly. For a moment he thought he had lost control of his vision, but when he saw snow begin to fall from the sky, he looked over at you and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand. Your face was blank, the light in your eyes gone and your tear stains were beginning to frost over. The sight alone was enough to trouble the brothers, both standing in shock while you continued to stare at Diluc, taking in his image. His disheveled hair, messy clothes and how his lips were still a little puffy, no doubt from a heavy make out session. You thought of all the red flags you had ignored, the times you had pushed aside your own gut feeling in favor of the ruined man in front of you. Memories flashed through your head, from the day you met Diluc to the many dates he took you on and finally the day he asked you to be his, each memory bringing more tears back to your eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“….. I wanna go”, you murmured to Kaeya, pressing closer to his side while you took a deep breath in, willing your heart to stop aching. The snow stopped falling, whatever did fall was already starting to melt while the air was returning to its normal temperature. By the time the sun rises there would be no indication of the temporary snow day the city experienced. Kaeya placed a hand on the small of your back, turning you both and guiding you away from Diluc Ragnvindr, the man you once loved, now lost. He could only watch you walk away, the consequences of his impulsive actions eating away at him. The only thing he could do was turn around and begin his walk of shame back to the winery, back to Jean.

Week 8 started with you finding out the supposed love of your life was cheating on you, but you were also on your new journey of self-discovery and reaching new bonds with the Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius.

Epitaph: This piece can also be found on AO3, I have also thought of adding another chapter, maybe. Soo,, about that new Diluc skin? >:3c

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crossroadsandloudmusic · 2 years

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HOT DAMN ITS BEEN A MINUTE! I know I’m sorry y’all life has just been all up in the way for the past couple weeks/months but I’m back now! It’s late where I’m at so I will get started with the Matchmaker post as soon as I can but for now please enjoy this head cannon thing I wrote for y’all, it’s been in my drafts forever now but I figured sure why not, let’s finish it up and post part 1! Terribly sorry about my sudden disappearance but I have found that nothing quite fills the void more than being on here and sharing experiences with all of you! Thank you for you patience I do apologize once again, you have all been tremendous and I love you for it.

Without further ado let’s get in to it!

Recently I went to the fair and the entire time I could only think about how the Hashira would act. Therefore I decided to write and I hope you all enjoy. (Me from the future here, went to the fair and had an amazing time! Enjoy some pictures! More at the bottom)

Btw this is all based on my opinion and has no actual evidence to back it up.

Warnings: Sanemi traumatizes entire fair. But no seriously like heights, someone almost falling off a ride. That’s it tho.

PLEASE ENJOY!

The Hashira at The Fair

Part 1!

Kyojuro Rengoku:

I love Rengoku, everyone knows that. He is my comfort character, my baby daddy, if you will. So maybe I am partial but I think he would be one of the funniest characters at the fair, let me elaborate.

In my belief, he would be in charge of the entire operation. He buys the tickets, he organizes it, he rallies everyone together, but most of all he is there to ensure that everyone has a good time AND a safe time.

“Seat belts everyone!” *in ms. Frizzle’s voice*

Think I’m playing? Absolutely not. Rengoku is on the ball when it comes to height requirements and restrictions, too tall or too short that’s too bad.

Seatbelts? Don’t make me laugh. Before the ride starts Kyojuro is running and making sure all seatbelts are up to code and are fastened. He does not care if you battle some of the most violent and horrid demons there are, you will be safe at the fair.

Will question the structural integrity of the rides themselves.

Kyojuro. They are consistently taken down and put up in a span of a week, there will be stuff missing and there will be issues. It’s best not to ask.

Nevertheless he does end up having a good time. He throughly enjoys the rides that are as follows: The Scrambler-you get into these little booths and it moves around really fast in almost a star shape pattern. Whole lot of fun, one of my favorites. The Alien Abduction- it’s just an alien ship shaped building that spins around really fast. The g force sticks you too the wall. Really fun, kinda dizzy afterwards (much like sleeping with Kyojuro). And then finally The Nitro. It’s essentially a huge swing, but it’s like a swing on steroids. It’s really fast and sends you really high, this one is prolly my favorite.

Kyojuro is pretty tame when it comes to trying all the rides and when it comes to others being too short or too tall for one of the rides, he feels that he should stay beside them and keep them company so they don’t feel left out. He really wants to make sure everyone had a good time.

On terms of food served at the fair, I think he would really enjoy funnel cakes. That isn’t to say he didn’t eat atleast one of everything. (Him and Mitsuri spent a lot of time trying the fair food. They ate 6 funnel cakes. The poor people working at the food trucks were beyond stressed with how much they were eating and buying. The lemonade guy couldn’t keep up😔).

On the subject of games, Kyojuro enjoyed the darts and ring toss. Extremely good at both and as a result came home with a ton of stuffed animals. The biggest one being a stuffed sloth. Very much enjoys his sloth and let’s it sit next to his bed. (Cuddles with it sometimes, but nobody knows). Won a ton of prizes for Shinobu and Mitsuri. Gave a bunch to Gyomie as well for the kids at the orphanage. After a short talk it was decided that they come back the next day to bring the kids.

In conclusion these are the same people and you can’t tell me otherwise. 12/10 had a great time and will be coming back.

Uzui Tengen

Oh man, Uzui Tengen and his wives at the fair. Be still my heart.

Number 1. BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT HOW GOTDAMN CUTE THIS SHIT FINNA BE.

Number 2. Let’s not lie to ourselves or anyone else by denying that Tengen and the girls are literally the cutest relationship I’ve ever seen.

So y’all already KNOW that they gonna be having the most fun, well almost. Let me explain.

Ok so we know that Suma can be a little skittish, and Makio kinda makes it worse if I’m not gonna lie simple because when Suma does get nervous Makio can be a little harsh.

Which then results in Tengen feeling more of babysitter rather a husband taking his wives out for a fun evening. I know you maybe wondering where I’m going with this but please, bear with me.

The Ferris Wheel. A staple of the amusement industry, all with its bright lights and soaring heights, it’s no wonder it’s one of the most iconic and recognized piece of fair equipment. That being said, if you have never riding on a Ferris wheel, I do not recommend it for the faint of heart. Not it is not fast, and no it doesn’t sling you around like some of the rides, but if you have a fear of heights or just not prepared, the ride itself can be a bit jarring.

Therefore, when Tengen and his wonderful, beautiful, lovely wives all got on to the ride, it was at that moment Suma had begun to sweat. First the booth went up and then stopped, and then again, and again and again, till they were at the very top of the ride. Of course Tengen wasn’t nearly as impressed because he could jump higher than the peak of the Ferris wheel but still he acted as if he was enjoying himself. Everyone was except for Suma.

Suma clung to Tengen’s arm, this in return caused Makio to fuss. As the two of them got into it, the booth started to sway back and forth. This of course caused Suma to become even more scared.

The rest of the ride was spent trying to calm both of them down.

Btw Kyojuro was sweating the entire time as they were not adhering to the rules of The Ferris Wheel.

Absolutely shameful.

Eventually the Ferris wheel ride ended. Suma in tears, Makio still fussing all the while Hinatsuru and Tengen desperately tried to separate the two.

Rest of the evening went off without a hitch, every one of the girls got a large stuffed animal. (Tengen won these at one of those strength games. Yk the one with the big hammer and a bell at the top). (He broke it).

They all four took really cute pictures together, in fact they got several with all the hashira! 11/10 wonderful evening will definitely be coming back to the fair, next time he will be prepared for if and when Suma gets scared on the Ferris Wheel or other tall rides.

Gyomei Himejima:

Oof alright.

So.

He’s a big man, like a VERY big MAN.

7 feet 2 inches and HALF! THATS A BIG DUDE.

And I’m sure you could already understand that yes, he unfortunately wasn’t allowed on many of the rides. But☝️. He found other ways to enjoy the fair!

Let me tell y’all, this man is a BEAST at fair games. Ring toss? Boom, undefeated. Darts? Bodied. Cornhole? Didn’t even faze him. Dunk the clown? Dude shoulda just stayed in the water bc either way he was gonna get there with Gyomei throwing strikes every time. He was doing so well that carnies were getting mad. Not only that a crowd had eventually formed around him; watching in utter astonishment as the giant man (blind, giant man, was ABSOLUTELY BRUTALIZING THESE GAMES).

More specifically…the dart throwing incident.

Let me set the mood for ya. Kinda give you a bit of a visual explanation as to better explain the where, when, who, for this scene.

The sun had long set, the cool night air filled with laughter and excitement as the fair continued into the evening. Lights, music, the cacophony of peoples voices, and the smell of fried foods are what make up the atmosphere of the game booths and rides. Except for one game at the far end of a long and winding path of fair games. There an unusually large man stood with three darts in his hand. One by one he carefully picked them out and threw them towards the board. Each bullseye had a little red balloon in the center, every line had a number of prizes one could win. But if one were to hit directly in the center they would win a large prize. You had three chances to win a big prize, the target to the left, the target in the middle, and the target to the right. If someone were to hit all three bullseyes they would not only win three big prizes but they also win an extra three chances.

Kyojuro explained the rules to Gyomei and handed him the darts. Not a moment after that three distinct pops could be heard ring out in the surrounding area.

A hush fell over the people who were waiting patiently behind him, even the woman who ran the booth seemed amazed at Gyomie’s win. She allowed him to pick out three large stuffed animals and handed him the darts back.

Once more balloons were blown up and set into position, Gyomei played again.

POP!

The woman turned to see that once again all the balloons had been popped, all three darts sat perfect in the center of each target. She was flabbergasted! She couldn’t even speak, it was rare as it was seeing someone who could hit all three targets but dead center 6 times in a row?!?! She shook her head looking at Gyomei and then back at the board, once more at Gyomei and then again back at the board.

Once she regained her composure she removed the darts, filled the balloons again, and handed the darts to him.

“Well done! Let’s see if you can do it a third!” She said, she eyed him closely as she was sure something was amiss.

Now the line of people behind him turned into a small group surrounding him, they all whispered and talked amongst themselves as they watched him carefully.

Silently Gyomie picked out his darts and threw them one by one.

POP!

The crowd erupted in cheers! He had done it again! The woman now clearly sweating as Gyomie had only spent 1 dollar and had won 9 prizes! Suddenly the people that stood next to him began throwing dollars and quarters at the woman, screaming that she give him the darts and let him play again.

As more commotion began to erupt, more people were gathered to the booth to watch him play. Some of the other fair goers even went as far as placing bets on Gyomie, wagering when the woman running the booth would eventually kick him out as she was running out of balloons and prizes.

Gyomie played a perfect game 6 times before Kyojuro thought it best to go play another game. He won 18 prizes from that game alone😐. They went to the ping pong in a bowl game, he won 12 goldfish.

At the end of the night Gyomie had more prizes THAN ANYONE IN THE HISTORY OF FAIR GAME PLAYERS EVER WON. So many in fact he stood next to the Caterpillar roller coaster for the kids and gave out a toy for every kid that came by.

That night Gyomie became more than a Hashira. He became a martyr, a light for those who had been burned by sleazy fair games, never again would they lose hope as it was he who came and won them all.

13/10 he had an amazing time, but cried when the lady said he was too good and needed to play another game. He felt bad and later came back to apologize and she gave him a hug. He cried once again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He is immediately kicked out.

Jk jk but like fr tho👀 he acted a fool.

Not even gonna lie to y’all, yall see this man, no but do y’all really see this man. He is 5 foot 10 inches of pure malice. (He’s soft baby on this inside but this is not important to the story). Straight menace behavior, DO NOT TELL ME IM WRONG.

He cut every line, and when people tried to protest to this he only turned around and glared at them with his cold eyes🥶 most people would stare back and tremble in terror, one man even began to weep as he looked into Sanemi’s eyes. The man later mumbled that he had peered into hell and hell peered back. (The man was traumatized for lack of a better term, needed therapy, he’s doing better now tho).

Sanemi rode every ride and played every game, he even got into a fight with one of the clowns! (In Sanemi’s defense the clown had it coming). But besides all that Sanemi found most enjoyment out of terrifying the other participants on the rides. In one instance, he turned to the woman sitting next to him and offhandedly mentioned that the seat she was sitting in didn’t latch all the way. As it was theses seats for this specific ride had a bit of give to them when you pushed the pull down part of the harness. She instinctively pushed the bar and it moved a bit before clicking, she turned to look at him and before she had the chance to alert the ride operator, the ride began to swing.

Once the ride had finished the woman was convinced her life had nearly ended due to a faulty ride harness. She immediately got off the ride and ran into the crowd, but her fear wasn’t entirely that of the ride’s seats, it was partially because as she started to scream and beg for dear life, Sanemi erupted in laughter. The scariest part was being seated next to him for the entirety of the ride.

This some how only fueled his behavior. Next he wanted to take it to the next level. He wanted to scare everyone, the people on the ride, the operators, even those who weren’t riding. Each ride he got on he made an effort to terrify everyone. Whether it be him yelling that ride was falling apart or dropping pieces of nuts and bolts close to the operators. This only aroused his hunger. He needed to take it one step further.

There is a ride called The Umbrella, The Octopus, The plane ride, whatever you want to call it, it’s the same ride. It’s giant tower that has a bunch of swings hanging from it, first it starts of slow and low to the ground, it is then risen off the ground and high above the pavement in which it begins to swing faster. This is a VERY tame ride compared to others as it isn’t extremely fast and it’s also not extremely high when compared to the Ring of Fire (one of Sanemi’s favorites although it did make him slightly sick) and the Ferris Wheel (got bored and started throwing nuts and bolts off the side, surprisingly didn’t hit anyone but as people noticed what they assumed were parts that had fallen off the ride, left the line in search of something “safer”). Sanemi cut to the front of the line and went to find the perfect swing, one was wrapped in caution tape and the seat belt was no longer there. Quickly and quietly he removed the tape and sat down, wrapping what little remained around his waist as it then would appear he did have a seatbelt on. The operator came by and only glanced at Sanemi before going to start the ride. He sat back and chuckled knowing he was going to enjoy this more out of any other he had been on that day. Slowly the ride started and before long he was hoisted several meters from the ground, swing softly through the cool air. He took in a deep breath to savor the moment, it was relaxing being so far up from the chaos, listening to the music and watching the bright colorful lights. Without a moments notice he slipped from the seat and began to scream.

The people below looked up to one of the most horrifying sights there was to see, up in the air a man hung from his swing, his hands gripping to one of the chains that held the swing. He writhed and kicked his feet as he yelled for someone to help. Most if not all began to scream and point. Others got the attention of the operator who hurriedly tried to lower the ride. Every passenger aboard that night gripped their seats and cried. Soon the whole fair watched with bated breath, parents shielded their children, others ran to get help, most stared in shock. The whole while Sanemi cackled in between screams.

The authorities were notified and by the time they arrived with paramedics on scene, the ride had ended and Sanemi was nowhere to be found. This was because he fled and hid himself within the crowd, he caught up with Kyojuro and Gyomie. He played several games with them, all the while Kyojuro was blissfully unaware of the Sanemi’s failure to abide by the rules of the fair rides the main one being, KEEP HANDS AND FEET INSIDE THE RIDE AT ALL TIMES. (Truth be known, Sanemi did in fact have his hands in the ride with the only exclusion being his entire body).

(Sanemi also wanted to play the strong man big hammer game but Tengen had broken it earlier so it was still under repair. He was a tad disappointed and this is what I choose to believe started this entire fiasco).

10/10 had a glorious time at the fair and might come back again someday, he narrowly avoided being escorted off the premises on several occasions so the fact that he didn’t is considered a win in my book. He also single handedly traumatized, horrified, terrified, and scarred an entire group of people spreading to several rides and the riders, operators, as well as the people below the rides themselves. All of this, without being caught by Kyojuro. Truly inspiring.

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heartstringsduet · 8 months

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Thanks for creating this Weekend WIP ask @welcometololaland . Guess who's not just wide awake at 5 am and half-blindly misunderstanding this is not a ask game but a fill-in thing? OOPS. SORRY thanks for tagging me @rmd-writes @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom For Writers

1. WIP List: First Aid (Lying fools trying to fix the other)

Let Me Part 5 (D/s verse) TK turning 30 collab with @strandnreyes New Year's Day (meeting over and over on new years) Fathers (daddy issues the fic) 5 things Carlos isn't good at Christmassy short?

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest? First Aid. 120k that might be cut down or...expanded? but like 100k for sure will end up published.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest? See above. Want to take some time away from more than 50k projects after this. Good luck Michelle.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Right now TK turning 30 is a wonderful reprieve because it doesn't really have a plot and I love written character deep-dives. But also, seeing the finish line of First Aid really made me sit down and enjoy writing it again.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Ugh don't want to be a one-trick pony but First Aid has a lot of things that intimidate me. Like making both of them recognizable despite some very different circumstances for them. But also keeping all plot-points and the pacing and the OCs consistent and in line? UGH.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why? See above. Added pressure for me thinking no one will like it because it really does have flawed characters and a lot of lying and back and forth and drama baby drama. Maybe people won't like the finished thing as much as the snippets. Maybe I will be disappointed by the response.. Maybe maybe maybe

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why? For longer fics or fics that mean much to me I do ask betas and they are TREMENDOUS helps and just a joy to me. I am in awe of all of you, taking the time to help make something shine more. <3 Still considering asking someone to sensitivity read First Aid but feel like 120k might a bit too much to ask of someone. So maybe I will ask for feedback once I update instead and hope I don't offend anyone and am open to criticism. Or maybe if you read this and want to be a sensitivity reader particularly for representation of Latino characters, would love that <3

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block? Oh some have been on hiatus more like. like the 5 things Carlos can't do or the Fathers one. I really like what I have there so far but then other projects get in the way. First Aid definitely had some writer's block moments so I wrote other things like Let Me in between.

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

Well, First Aid has a few OCs actually and none of them totally the ones everyone will love. But I do like writing Arturo, as a cousin to Carlos, even if he definitely won't be liked much.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Let Me series for sure. That's just where the 5% sexual frustration I feel a year goes lol.

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

First Aid is like a dark pool of angst. Whoops. Let Me isn't without its fair share of hurt/comfort though.

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)? Fathers. I try to be very close to the source material to explore the relationship of TK and his father and Carlos and Owen through the lense of Carlos and how it changes over time.

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)? My weaknessss. I guess First Aid though. Trying to do some of New York justic,e but ultimately won't probably.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Well for the sheer length and plot and time: First Aid.

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why? See above and see my doubts about First Aid. 😶

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I WISH. I wish I dreamt about people other than my former high school friends?

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't? The new part of the Let Me series deals with grief and self-harm in a very specific scenario of being in a relationship with Dom/sub dynamics. I think that's fascinating and I wanted to write that part for a while.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour? Did i mention the angst part? But I guess 5 things Carlos isn't good at

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process? Yes! TK turns 30 is actually about so many relationships TK has outside of the romantic one. I LOVE that. Since I have more experience with friendships than even family ties, and deep-dive into my own psyche way too much, I think this one is really challenging and fun.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

I ave like 10k minimum of First Aid that is all different versions of the characters and scenarios that make no sense anymore. Also, coming up with 5 fun things Carlos can't do wasn't that easy. he is TALENTED. I tag @decafdino @ambiguouspenny @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader @noxsoulmate @chaotictarlos @louis-ii-reyes-strand @carlos-tk @ladytessa74 @freneticfloetry @orchidscript

#might do the artist one too #or am I annoying yet?#michelle was tagged #tg

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callmearcturus · 1 year

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Tips for Playing Persona 3 Portable

because i am (i think) a little over halfway thru and it's amazing, I am having a tremendously good time. here's all the stuff that made me go "well I wish i knew that from the beginning!"

this is geared towards people who haven't played a MegaTen. other folks, you know what you're doing, don't @ me.

TO PLAY:

You wanna grab the PPSSPP emulator, which is available for mobile and for PC. I need buttons to play, so I play on my Odin, but if you're the kind of person who plays Genshin on your phone, you'd probably be fine just playing it on your phone.

I'm able to upscale this to x4 resolution so it looks very nice. If you're on a super fancy phone or your PC, I bet you can push it higher if you want but I think it looks great at x4.

I'm not gonna pussyfoot around. You can find the game on a very helpful site. Rot13: ivzz.arg Great place to know.

I would have three save files. Slot One: the place you save daily or every other day, because you should do that. Slot Two: save here when the game warns you it's almost a full moon. If you make it to the boss and get utterly owned, roll back to here and grind more. (I haven't had to do this yet personally but the game is slowly getting harder, so maybe it'll happen.) Slot Three: Before events you might want to see multiple paths of.

PPSSPP supports save states. I mapped the "save state" button to my L3 click and I hit it every time I reach a new floor of Tartarus in case something goes catastrophically wrong. But I'm not the type of person who enjoys total party wipes and losing progress. I'm baby.

Oh and you need to trust me here: PLAY THE GIRL. DO NOT PLAY THE BOY, THE GAME IS APPRECIABLY WORSE. When you start the game it'll warn you to play Boy first. FUCKING IGNORE THAT SHIT AND PLAY THE GIRL. Also FemPC is the only one with a gay option to my knowledge.

TIPS FOR THE COMBAT PORTION OF THE GAME:

If you are not into MegaTen/Persona, just play on Easy. It's okay and no one is gonna judge you. And anyone who does it outing themselves as an asshole.

Your goal for the first tens of hours of combat is to knock all enemies down in a single turn. When all enemies are knocked down, your party does an All Out Attack and usually finishes off the fight. Hitting enemies with their weakness or getting a critical will knock them down and let you take another attack in the same turn. Keep chaining until everyone is knocked down!

You can find most enemies weaknesses by scanning them with Mitsuru/Fuuka. Do this for every enemy, it'll help later when you have seen 40 enemies and cannot remember who's weak to what.

Each party member has an elemental specialty but you the player can swap your pokemon persona once per turn. Lemme repeat: YOU CAN SWAP YOUR PERSONA IN BATTLE ONCE PER TURN. You don't have to wait to be out of battle to swap!

This is a game where its very worthwhile to, once you reach a new combat area, to upgrade all of your weapons and armor. The stat jumps are pretty significant. You'll get some equipment from Elizabeth's quests and in exploration but not a lot. So figure out who you're gonna use mainly and kit them out when new gear appears.

You unlock Akihiko in the second or third month of play (first 5 hours, maybe sooner depending on your playstyle). He was a small lesson for me as a player bc he spends HP to hit hard. Kind of scary at first but he'll be fine, let him be a blood knight. Yukari will heal him when he's in the danger zone. Also, if you are keeping everyone up to date on their equipment there are many times Akihiko does more damage with his normal attack than his Persona skill. He's like. Maddeningly useful. And he's the best boy. And I love him. ANYWAY.

Don't be precious about your personas. Fuse frequently. Also if you have one you REALLY like the skillset of, tell Elizabeth you want to register them in the compendium and you can summon them again for money. (You get the compendium early game, just chill until it unlocks.)

Oh yeah so when you start fighting, your party members will be on Full AI Mode. When you start to understand what you're doing, you can go into Tactics and switch them to being under your control. Or switch them back! Up to you!

FINALLY, THIS IS THE ONE I WISH I UNDERSTOOD EARLY. Once you start really breezing through combat, when you are in Tartarus and out of combat: JUST TELL EVERYONE TO GO EXPLORE. They will split up from you and run around finding items and will locate the exits. This makes getting through Tartarus floors easy. AND IF ONE OF THEM GETS INTO COMBAT? Stand nearby and if they start to lose too my HP, HEAL THEM FROM YOUR MENU. It's fucking great. I love this mechanic so much and I was too scared to use it for so long. USE IT!!!!

i think once you get Fuuka you can change the BGM while you are exploring. I like Track 4, it's very fun.

OKAY THAT'S THE COMBAT HALF OF THE GAME, LET'S TALK ABOUT THE REST OF IT:

This game is driven by your Social Links with people, series of little scenes in visual novel style. Having strong social links means your personas for that Arcana will be stronger. You can pick choices in many of these social link scenes that will make the person happy or sad.

There's a few social links where if you want to max them out you gotta suck it up and say the 'right' thing for that person. Rio does not want a lot of pushback or challenge to her ideas. Akihiko will clam up if you make fun of his interests and frequently misses sarcasm and jokes with his literalism. Saori wants gentle pushback against her isolation but not super aggressively. If you fuck up and feel bad, reload a save! It's okay.

Junpei is not a romance option. Knowing this made me like him a LOT more and he became my best fucking bro and my ride-or-die. Junpei is great. He'd be awful if he was a romance option.

A few characters are gated based on your stat triangle of Academics, Courage, and Charm. If you have a character you REALLY want to hang with, it's worth seeing what the requirements are. FOR INSTANCE: Akihiko doesn't unlock for hang outs until he recovers from his injury, which takes a while. BUT to even hang out with him, you need to reach Charm level 4. So my ass was grinding Charm until he opened up as an option. Later, I had to grind Courage to meet the Tower, who is awesome.

BEST WAY TO LEVEL ANY OF YOUR STATS: Charm (needed for Akihiko): work at Chagall Cafe Mon/Tues/Wed nights when you can. Also once you have enough money, the Print Club arcade game will give a huge boost when its available. Also giving Junpei the right answer in class will boost Charm. Academics (needed for Mitsuru): i'm still grinding this rn lmao but the Quiz Game at the arcade and the documentary movies at the cinema will give you a big boost. Also when the game offers to let you sleep in class, always stay awake for a small boost. Courage (needed for The Tower): Horror House at the arcade, but also doing karaoke at the mall. Also, when you are tired after fighting in Tartarus, go talk to the school nurse (this doesn't consume an action) for a Courage boost.

When I was initially looking up guides for this game, they were unified in one message. Just play the game naturally and you'll probably get close to who you like! Except Akihiko. Look up a guide for him. I didn't find him that difficult because I cottoned on fast that he's an shy autistic Team Mom who takes things literally a lot, and once I figured that out it was easy. But if you have your heart set on someone, look them up! It's a long game.

listen. some social links are great (Junpei, Fuuka, Akihiko, The Devil, The Tower) and some are not (Bebe, the Student Council). I think it's fine to just... not do some of them if you don't like them lmao.

Finally, when its your day off, sometimes people will call you and ask you out. I ALWAYS make a save state here, turn everyone down to see who I have as an option, and then load my state to pick who I want. I recommend doing that, especially for the Summer Festival because you will get multiple offers, but Junpei will probably be first. Sorry, Junpei, I wanna hang out with Akihiko. (Also: wear the yukata if you're going with Akihiko.)

Fairly far into the game you'll start getting gifts to give people. I'd save state-cheat these too in case you give someone the wrong thing.

I THINK THAT'S IT

please play persona 3 portable its good

#persona 3 #arc plays games #long post

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saintsenara · 11 months

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I have really enjoyed reading your answers to the rare pair tag game. I have added a lot of the fics that you recommended on your latest answer to my 'Marked for Later' list on a03 to enjoy over the weekend. I was wondering your honest thoughts are on the following ships: Tom/Ron, James/Snape, Tom/Hermione, Molly/Bellatrix, James/Regulus and Snape/Lily and Dudley/Draco. I apologise for the number of ships and I am really curious on your opinions.

thank you so much for the ask, @sarafina-sincerity - and for continuing my recent tradition of offering opinions nobody else wanted to hear on an increasingly unhinged list of pairings.

[i know you sent a message apologising for sending some ships which were asked before, but i love to chatter, so i'm going in to answer the original...]

tom riddle | voldemort/ron weasley

obviously this is the crack pairing when it comes to voldemort + a member of the trio - while tomarrymort and tomione/volmione stories number into the thousands on ao3, voln/ton/rom/ronmort/whatever we're calling it has a grand total of... ten tagged works.

i think this is a tremendous shame, but not - it's important to say - because i agree with the tedious fanon idea, particularly prevalent in ships which feature hermione with anyone else, that ron would make a good death eater [as you will see below, i think that honour belongs firmly to hermione herself...] - even in a voldemort wins au, ron isn't going over to the dark side. it sounds too much like hard work.

instead, i'm into this pairing because ron is... kind of mother. he likes to look after people and he channels his negative emotions into doing this [he wouldn't have left the tent if harry and hermione had learned how to shoplift properly and he could be settled in front of a nice pot, i'll die on that hill]. just imagine little captive ron - maybe the snatchers recognised him, maybe voldemort's won and everyone else is dead - bustling around his gilded prison in malfoy manor making the dark lord a cup of tea when he turns up to psychologically torture him. voldemort would - as i am - be intrigued.

and if, in fact, you'd like to see almost exactly this situation play out, you will definitely enjoy wind tunnels by @mrmxlemons. ron isn't having a good time, but his cooking is.

james potter/severus snape

i've not read much snames, so this is mostly just based on general vibes: i think it's fine but not fantastic.

as i've said in literally everything i've ever posted about sirius black/severus snape, snack is a great pairing because they're narrative mirrors, something which creates so much drama that it makes me scream.

severus and james don't have this - if anything, they're narrative opposites. james is adored by his parents, he's rich, he gets the girl, his best friend is in love with him and not the other way round, he's the ringleader of his gang rather than a follower, his whole family have been gryffindors, and so on and so forth. obviously opposites attract, but you haven't got the immediate potential for connection that you have between severus and characters such as sirius, lily, and - let's all be real - voldemort.

i'm not really going to get into the bullying debate here, but it seems to me that severus would regard james - had he lived - in a similar way to how he regards the adult lupin; that is, that he would completely disassociate from any situation in which he's present, rather than love getting in his face as he does with sirius. i don't love snupin for this reason [i'll read it, of course, but it always feels extremely ooc to me] - the fissure caused by their conflicting personalities simply runs too deep, and my suspicion is that snames is the same.

hermione granger/tom riddle | voldemort

so, this is the one where I think I'm likely to deviate most significantly from the opinions of my dash...

i think it's entirely plausible, but only from hermione's side.

the argument i've seen most against tomione/volmione is that hermione's moral code would never permit her to accept anything less than a voldemort who was transformed into a man she would want - which means the whole murder thing needs to get thrown in the bin.

i... disagree. the canonical hermione is someone who is very morally inflexible in relation to how she expects others to behave, but incredibly morally flexible - and often quite immoral - in pursuit of things she herself wants or thinks she wants. she is also the cruelest and most ruthless member of the trio. she thinks herself rational and would - therefore - be the easiest for anyone cleverer than rita skeeter to manipulate. she is very lonely, and would, in a situation in which she was captured, be the member of the trio most swayed by basic demonstrations of kindness [lord voldemort only needs to endure a brief conversation about hogwarts: a history and hint that harry and ron aren't coming to look for her and he's golden]. she always thinks she's right - if she's convinced just by harry and ron not telling her otherwise that her knitted hats are freeing house elves in their droves, i am certain she could be convinced that she won concessions for muggleborns under voldemort's regime through her own skill and not because he wanted to grant them anyway. and so on.

whether the relationship is something she has to do or wants to do, i think she'd be able to justify it to herself as a necessary evil which doesn't actually go against her standards for herself. that she would never think this for harry and ron if they shacked up with the dark lord is part of the fun...

from voldemort's perspective, while he definitely has a weakness for dark curly hair [bellamort nation, rise up], i cannot see him going for it as anything other than a tool of psychological warfare [whereas i think you can write e.g. tomarry based very much in mutual attraction]. intellectually, while hermione is very clever, she doesn't have the interest in experimentation which voldemort has [this is why snapemort and riddledore both always slap - they have the same views on magic], she's extremely condescending, which is his thing, she obviously grew up incredibly rich, and her dour, whiggish empiricism doesn't align very well with his late-antique-emperor's view of the world.

she doesn't give a shit about dead rabbits though. maybe they could bond over that.

bellatrix lestrange/molly weasley

yeah why not. they canonically went to hogwarts at the same time and bellatrix is definitely giving off jilted ex vibes in that final duel.

would molly put up with bella's nonsense? absolutely not. bellatrix would have exactly the same reaction as fleur to the burrow - nothing to do except cooking and chickens - and the ensuing argument would burn the place to the ground far more interestingly than that dogshit scene in the half-blood prince film.

regulus black/james potter

i don't know her, sorry.

lily evans/severus snape

as i said here, i'm into it in a post-james world where lily is trying to rebuild her life by connecting with her past.

so let's take it from a different angle: do i think it could work in the pre-james era?

absolutely not. i think these two need something as seismic as catastrophic loss to force them to actually engage with each other as they are, rather than as the versions they've constructed in their heads. at school, where they're both just dancing round each other, never seeing eye-to-eye on anything, they're never going to be able to get to that place.

i also think james needs to be out of the picture - she's clearly into him long before the mudblood incident, and that knowledge would only ever make severus astonishingly unpleasant to have as a boyfriend. rip king, but you were lost in service of shipping.

dudley dursley/draco malfoy

yeah it's hot. boxer!dudley is enormous and ripped, what's not to love. draco deserves a huge boy who also hates harry.

plus imagine narcissa vs petunia on the topic of their darling boys. or lucius vs vernon when the former pulls up to privet drive in a flying rolls royce. i would be seated.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships

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