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#why was this in my drafts. anyway it's accurate
jinlian · 1 year
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spaciebabie · 5 months
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So, question
Which is your favourite version of Springtap?
i mean i like all versions of him tbh but design wise his original design is peak (if you've been following me long enuff u prolly also know that i like fern and starbs' springtraps a lot skdjfskjdf)
character wise idrk. im privy ta springtraps that love their children and are crazy but in a logical sort of way yanno. like the ones that slowly spiral inta madness due ta losing their children, their business, being springlocked etc. god i just. he contains multitudes. if i had any ideas at all id write a fic of just him existing as like a character study
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leupagus · 5 months
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On Voting in America
So one of the most profound comments on routine chores that I've ever encountered was, hilariously, the Pickle Rick episode of "Rick & Morty," where (after a lot of shenanigans have already ensued) this therapist absolutely lays Rick out:
"I have no doubt that you would be bored senseless by therapy, the same way I'm bored when I brush my teeth and wipe my ass. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is: it's not an adventure. There's no way to do it so wrong you might die. It's just work. And the bottom line is some people are okay going to work and some people, well, some people would rather die. Each of us gets to choose."
I think about this at least once a week — usually while I'm doing my laundry or sweeping or some other task that needs doing and won't get me anything more than clean clothing or a dog-hair-free floor. There's no Pulitzer for wiping down your microwave or scrubbing your toilet; no one's awarding you for getting all the dishes out of the sink. At best you have the satisfaction of crossing it off your list.
Voting is very much the same (and I'm talking about the US here, as an American). Sure, you sometimes get a sticker; but nobody's going to cheer for you. There's no adventure here, no potential for anything more than crossing something off of a list. It's a chore, something that needs doing in order to repair, maintain, and yes even clean. So I get why people don't like doing it.
And I've decided I don't give a shit.
Do it anyway. Your country takes astonishingly little from you — taxes, the once-in-a-blue-moon jury duty, and a theoretical draft that hasn't been used in over half a century and likely will never be again — but it asks you (asks! not requires! not demands!) to vote once a year. It's not always easy; especially in conservative states, the impediments to vote can be ridiculous. But it is once a year and unlike in our nation's all-too-recent past, you will not die if you do it.
In fact, the worst outcome from voting these days is that the person or issue that you vote for loses — but you won't know if they lose until after the election. Polls are less accurate now, for a whole host of reasons; you cannot know until after the election who or what will win. This makes your vote more valuable than possibly ever before.
Use that power. Not because it's exciting or even rewarding, but because your vote is what keeps our country's metaphorical teeth from falling out and our metaphorical ass from stinking.
Brush, wipe, vote.
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sorenwuzhere · 6 months
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The Day After
cw: dubcon, male reader, overstimulation, implied prior engagement in sexual activities, ooc, porn without plot A/N: I have never read or watched Jujutsu Kaisen and I don't think I will have time to do so anytime soon so don't expect an accurate writing of Toji. I just wrote this purely for the horny lol. This is also a pretty old draft I wrote this back in 2021 and haven't edited it, just wanted to get rid of it from my google docs. Anyway, enjoy or don't.
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Toji’s eyes fluttered open just doing that seemed hard, a familiar ache in his lower abdomen and his ass. Memories of last night came flooding back, he opened his eyes fully and saw your naked body lying next to him, sleeping peacefully, it’s almost like you weren’t the person who fucked him until he passed out last night. He groaned in annoyance, partly from the pain that’s coursing through his body and the other from the fact that he wasn’t able to top you last night, there was also a bit of anxiety from you telling people about this, but it turned him on more than anything even though he was too prideful to admit it. He tries to get up but is immediately pulled down, he looks up and finds you pinning him from above
“Where are you going, To-ji” you asked the smaller man, saying his name mockingly, he tsked at you before answering
“I’m going to get something to drink” he replied
“Hm, why do you have to go anywhere for that? I have something for you to drink here” you replied slowly stroking your dick, smirking upon seeing the faint blush on the tips of Toji’s ears
“W-what the fuck are you saying” Toji replied after much thinking, silently cursing himself for stuttering, you smirked raising your eyebrows in amusement, you hold your dick on your hand jerking it off faster, Toji quickly catches you doing so and tries to hide the fear and anticipation 
“What- you’re-” before he could even finish you place your dick on top of his chest, pushing his pecs together, his pink cheeks blooms into a bloody red, words stuck in his throat
“Hah, so all it takes for you to shut up is a cock? I knew you were a slut” you spoke after a while, he opens his mouth to give you a snide remark but before a sound could even get out of his mouth, you thrust your dick inside him, his eyes widen in surprise and he gags from the sudden thrust
“There you go, just shut up and take it like the slut you are, yeah?” Toji closed his eyes as he unconsciously nodded his head, swirling his tongue on the tip of your cock to try and take a taste of you. You snort at his face, you haven’t even done much yet but he’s already so pliant, looks like fucking him dumb last night did the trick.
Again you thrust your hips to his mouth and he quickly responds licking your cock all over and bobbing his head the best he can, Toji brought up his hands to his chest and brought them together to give you more stimulation, he pushes his body up to rub you, you sigh in pleasure, breathing becoming more ragged as he continues, you continue on thrusting your hips in a slow steady rhythm, you stop for a moment and he looks up at you as if searching for an answer why you stopped but he didn’t have the chance to ask why when he felt your tip prodding his entrance teasingly, small whimpers escapes his lips while you tease him with your tip, he was getting frustrated he just wanted you inside of him already! 
“Are you putting it inside or not?” he glares at you, you hum amused at him for snapping at you, you snicker then finally snapped your hips forward to get your cock inside him, despite how much you fucked him last night his hole was so tight, sucking you in so eagerly.
Toji moaned at the feeling of your cock inside him, no matter how much you pounded him last night he couldn’t get used to the feeling of your cock inside him, it was just too much, your scent, your size, your stare, everything was so overwhelming and he wasn’t sure how to deal with all of these things at once, it was almost suffocating and although he would never admit it out loud he wouldn’t mind drowning in your presence.
You wanted to wait for him to relax but recalling how much shit he’s given you, you pushed the thought back and started thrusting into his tight hole. Toji was caught off guard. He didn't expect you to go immediately; he thought you’d at least be considerate enough for him to get ready, but he found it quite…hot.
“Hah, you’re hole just tightened, is this turning you on? What a slut" You asked the small man, he let out a choked moan, he couldn’t catch his breath from your pounding, how do you still have this much energy after everything you did to him last night.
Toji looked dazed, all you could do is chuckle at his expression, putting his legs on your shoulders and pressing his chest with yours, you trailed kisses down his neck and then bit onto his skin that was already full of bruises, he screamed as he feels blood trickle down his neck
“Ngh- not- AHH!” again he was cut off by his moans as you set a punishing pace, pounding into him roughly
“Haah! Agh Ahn~ W-wai- you fucking- ba- Hahh~ bastard” Toji kept getting cut off by his moans, it was actually quite impressive despite how fast you’re going, you wonder how fast you’ll need to thrust for him to shut up
Finally you stopped thrusting after a bit, he pants and tries to catch his breath propping himself up using his elbows to look at you
“What? Tired already? Thought you were going to shut me up with your dick? You ca-” Toji let out a silent scream, you thrust into him again this time harder, faster, rougher, he didn’t even know that was possible, what is with this inhumane speed? 
“Hmm? Why are you quiet now? Isn’t. This. What. You. Wanted?” you asked, thrusting harder into him to emphasize your words, all he could do as a reply was to moan and whine he couldn’t let a single word out because of the sudden shock of you thrusting in him
“That’s more like it, you’re prettier just being an obedient little slut so just stay that way, alright?” you taunt the man, he nodded dumbly too fucked out to register your words. You chuckle, he definitely looked better dumbed down like this. 
Toji suddenly shivered and you took that as a sign that you found his spot, you smirk at him and adjust his legs to hit his spot precisely, pistolling your hips you aim for his spot and thrust into him fast and rough, just how he liked it
“Mhh- Ahh! Ngh I- going to- ha- ack!” Toji tried to tell you that he was close but he was so fucked out that you can’t understand anything he’s saying but the tightening of his ass, his shivering, his lolled out tongue and his rolled back eyes spoke for itself
“Hah, cumming already? Aren’t you a certified whore how can you not take at least this much?” you said, getting cut off to breathe every once and again from how fast you were thrusting
“Ngh- can- please cum–!” he said again trying to warn you, opening his mouth wide a scream ripped out of his throat as he came all over his stomach and chest, some of it landing on your stomach, but even as he just came you still haven’t stopped thrusting, sobbing, Toji tried to push you away
“N-No mo– Ah~ ngh- plea- I- haah~” sobbing in between his words, you don’t bother trying to understand his words, just indulging yourself with his inside and chasing your own high you were even more turned on by him sobbing underneath you, Toji was terrified to feel you grow bigger in him, how was that even possible? 
“You- just now you- nggh~ I— haah~ wai-” Toji couldn’t let out coherent words anymore he was so drunk at the feeling of you, he can’t handle this any longer, just how much more will you keep going? 
Finally after what seemed like forever, Toji felt your cum fill him up and pushed him to the edge as he came again moaning your name. Toji pants, sighing in relief as he tried to catch his breath, his relieve was short lived as you pushed out of him and lift him up to make him lay on his stomach then push inside of him again
“Haah! Ngh~ Please I can’t anymore, no- m-ngh- haah~ more p-leashee~!” Toji’s begging fell onto deaf ears as you adjusted his hips, putting his knees on the bed and lifting his ass before pulling out until only your tip remained in him before slamming in again and again not letting him catch his breath.
Toji clutched the sheets and again tried to get away from you, crawling away, but your hard and fast thrusts made his legs wobbly and he couldn't find the strength to keep on moving.
You smirk as you feel him stop trying to get away and slowly giving in to your touch. You lean down to his ear and nibble on his earlobe 
“That’s it, did you figure it out? Below me is where you belong, so stay still~” you whispered huskily in his ear, Toji felt shivers down his spine upon feeling your hot breath on his nape and hearing your husky voice that’s a bit out of breath from how fast you were going.
Feeling his hole suddenly tighten you groaned causing his hole to tighten around you even more, ah did he find that hot? Toji was easier than you thought. Hearing you chuckle right beside his ear, Toji felt his face getting hot, what the hell is up with him? Why is he feeling this way? Over a chuckle? How fucking pathetic
“You keep on squeezing me Toji, what are you thinking inside that pretty little head of yours hm?” you comment, and to your delight that made him tighten around you even more
“Haha, you make me feel so good baby, let me repay the favor~” you whisper teasingly, adjusting your grip and the position of your thrusts, you thrust into him perfectly hitting his prostate, Toji gasped. 
You began hammering into him smashing his prostate repeatedly, the poor boy couldn’t even let out a whole moan as he keeps getting cut off from more of his moans, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he clutches the sheets harder, he bites onto the pillow below him feeling ashamed of the loud moans he keeps on releasing. 
You brought your hand down his face and forced him to look at you before you went down and crashed your lips with him, your other hand going down to his dick stroking him rough and fast, Toji gasped as you had planned, you shoved your tongue inside his mouth, exploring the inside of his mouth kissing him feverishly.
Toji feels himself melt and become more pliant to your touches once he feels your tongue inside his mouth, gulping in his moans and kissing him as if you’ve starved and his lips are the only things that can satiate your hunger, and he wasn’t wrong— you have waited way too long for this, you’re going to take every chance you get and make sure he won’t be able to forget the way you touched him and played with his body as you please like no one did before.
Separating from his lips you place your hand on his tits, you start to squeeze and massage them, pinching his nipples and playing with it. Toji's breath becomes ragged and whines every now and then slips from his mouth, everything was so overwhelming, just then his vision turned white and again he came onto the sheets, tears pricking his eyes and falling down his cheeks onto the sheets, not long after you came inside him 
“Haa I- hngh~ are- mmh!” Not understanding what he’s trying to say, you caught his lips in yours and kissed again, Toji noticed a trace of gentleness and savored every single bit of it until it quickly disappeared. 
Feeling him stop from moving you separated your lips from him, seeing him passed out you quirked your eyebrow, you contemplated if you were going to continue or let him rest, glancing at his face to see his peaceful expression one more time, you came to the decision that you’d let Toji take a rest for now.
Pulling out of him you picked him up and laid him down on his back, taking out the sheets and venturing into the bathroom to fetch wet towels to wipe his body down with. After replacing the sheets and cleaning Toji and yourself up, you lay down beside him, pulling him close to you. You convince yourself it’s just because it was cold and wanted some source of warmth, before closing your eyes and falling asleep.
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bloodlinesturniolo · 5 months
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I Didn’t Change My Number ❀ M.Sturniolo & C.Sturniolo
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pairing: Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader, Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader.
warnings: enemies to lovers(?) trope, SMUT, threesome, swearing, a LOT of angst, she/her pronouns.
summary: in which the reader is friends with Nick and Madi but Matt and Chris claim hate her until the night of the triplets birthday where she gets invited over and she ends up fucking both Matt and Chris together.
note: all of my work is completely fictional. i do not know the triplets personally and therefore all characteristics and mannerisms are not a realistic/accurate representation of them or their personalities in real life. i write for fun. there could potentially be mentions of topics that may trigger people, but they will be very vague and will not be in relation to the triplets. i also will not write anything including topics as such involving the triplets. please do not steal any of my work and post it elsewhere. I work hard on what I write. enjoy!
a/n: tysm for whoever requested the angsty smut Chris imagine. I accidentally deleted the draft I had of it but I promise I will try my best to remember what you asked for and do it asap. Anyways, this fic is inspired by ‘I didn’t change my number’ by Billie Eilish and is somewhat along the same lines.
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Nick and Madi were the first two people I had ever really made a solid friendship with following my move to LA a little over a year and a half ago. Sure, I had made a few other connections here and there, but none of them ever seemed genuine and meaningful, and they had a tendency to fizzle out just as quickly as they started. Everyone was painstakingly fake and it didn’t take me long to see their true colours and cut them off, mainly because I had no time for the clout chasing, the drama or the bullshit they had to offer. In fact none of them truly shared the same interests and opinions as me, or had any sort of entertaining personality either, in comparison to Nick and Madi. Which was why we got on so well. We shared the same values and outlook and perspective on life. And it was simple and fun with them.
I still remember the first night I met them. We were all at some influencer party that none of us really gave a shit about, but somehow still ended up attending anyways. I didn’t really drink, and neither did they, so as we stood to the side and watched everyone else make a fool of themselves, we ended up engaging in conversation. Nick asked if I wanted to leave with them to get food and watch movies, and I knew I’d be kicking myself like a fucking moron if I declined given my friend’s list being very lacklustre at that time. So I said yes, and our friendship blossomed, so to speak, from there.
I had obviously heard of the Sturniolo Triplets before but never really took the time to watch them, so I hadn’t realised Nick was one of individual members until we had got outside the function the other two brother’s Matt and Chris had picked us up in their car. I was surprised to say the least, not only at the fact my friend count had gone up by not two but four now, but also at the fact Nick wasn’t the only good looking one. Obviously given the fact they were triplets I should have known, but little old me wasn’t thinking, and I sure as hell hadn’t expected Chris and Matt to be so fucking unbelievably hot.
Madi, Nick and I hung out a lot together as just a trio, but more often than not Nick’s two comrades found themselves joining us along with Nate when he came to LA to form one big group. It was always so much fun. The shit we got up to was inevitably insane. I was so happy I’d thought I’d finally found my people. At least some of them. But things took a turn for the worst when one day I overhead Matt and Chris chatting shit about me and they pretty much admitted they didn’t like me at all. And without going into a whole lot of detail, let’s just say it escalated from there. Nick, Madi and I’s friendship naturally became complicated and strained. Despite Nick’s protests for me to not give a shit what his brother’s thought and to still come over to hang out at their house, I avoided it and them at all costs. Which meant I started seeing very little of my two best friends together and it was really difficult for me as you can imagine.
Sure we’d met up at my place from time to time when my housemates weren’t being complete dickheads or we ventured over to Madi’s every now and again. But it wasn’t the same. We didn’t have the freedom that we did when we were at the triplets house. And it was very hard to find time Chris and Matt weren’t in residence. So the less time we spent together the quicker we drifted, which was so unfair and unfortunate, but realistically there was nothing I could do about it. It’s hard to maintain a friendship with a twin or triplet when one or both of their siblings claim to resent you with every fibre of their being. I had never found out the reason as to why and to be honest neither Nick, Madi nor I could think of one. Nick was usually the reliable one when it came to judgment of someone’s character. If his brothers didn’t like you it was usually because he didn’t. But he did, and he failed to see why they had anything against me. He questioned them on it so many times, but they offered him nothing other than a ‘holy fuck we just don’t’. This infuriated and hurt us even more. So as two months went by and my friendship with my two closest friends dwindled, I began to feel more and more isolated and alone. That was until August 1st, the triplets birthday and the day I had got not only a notification on Instagram from Nick who had thanked me under my post for my good wishes, but also message request from another user inviting me to a party they were having. And much to my confusion, that other user just so happened to be Matt.
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Almost a quarter past eight in the evening. I stand in the kitchen of the triplets house, clutching a can of Pepsi to my chest as I anxiously listening in to Madi, Nick and Laura’s conversation, only catching a few sentences here and there. I stare into space and hesitate to engage in conversation, becoming preoccupied with my concerned thoughts. It was the first time I’d seen them or hung out with them in so long, and if it wasn’t already awkward and stressful enough, the person who had invited me here tonight had just emerged from his room and was currently leaning against the counter behind us, eyeing me up and down like a lion about to pounce on its prey.
“Alright well have fun you guys. Make sure to keep the music to a minimum and you don’t let in more than you lot have invited. You don’t want the cops showing up. If you have any problems let me know okay?” Laura’s voice echoes across the room as she gathers her handbag and keys and heads towards the stairs leading down to the front door. Nick and Madi chuckle before responding.
“Thanks Mom.” Madi states and Nick repeats, earning him a smile and an eye roll from his manager. With that, she makes her way down the steps as she prepares to leave the house. Nick and Madi follow her to say goodbye, leaving me alone in the presence of Matt. He quickly glances up and notices I’m by myself, before darting his attention away and back at his phone. I stay silent, pretending to be focused on my nails as I await him to speak up. But alas there’s nothing, only the eery stillness giving me more time to ruminate. I knew he probably wanted to say something, but his anxiety wouldn’t let him and it just made things disconcerting. It was safe to say the energy he had given over text when I had agreed to come was nowhere to be found in this moment.
As the silence grows more intense, I decide to bite the bullet and verbalise.
“So, what time is everyone getting here?” I ask, gulping hard in the process. Matt’s gaze shoot’s up to meet my own, his eyes giving me a rather deadpan stare and unamused look. In the seconds it takes him to contemplate on replying, you could almost hear crickets chirp. “Sorry I..” I begin again but he cuts me off.
“Ten.” He sighs, removing his elbow that had been rested on the counter and standing up straight. He stretches his arms out and yawns gently, his T-shirt rising up to reveal his v-line and snail trail in the process. I scan my eyes quickly and divert my attention away in the hope he hasn’t noticed. But he does. “Like what you see sweetheart?” He smirks, a smug expression etched upon his face.
“No.” I lie through a soft mumble, embarrassment creeping up on my cheeks. I pray silently Nick and Madi come back up as quickly as possible so I can remove myself from this interaction.
“Aw come on y/n, tell that to your face. I know for a fact you missed me and Chris just as much as you missed Nick.” He taunts, shifting his stance and slowly making his way toward me. He pauses once he reaches me, his breath warm on my flushed skin as he places both arms either side of me, locking me in place. I couldn’t help but notice how good he smelt. His eyes browse between my own and my lips, causing me to get even more flustered by the minute. Just as he cups my cheek and attempts to leave a trail of kisses on my neck, he hears Nick and Madi close the front door and he backs away, a cheeky look on his face as he walks toward his room as if nothing had happened.
Red solo cups filled to the brim with both carbonated soft drinks and alcohol, large silver beer kegs, copious amounts of different drugs and an insane number of sweaty bodies fill the residence of the triplets as the party gets well underway. This was possibly the best opportunity I could have been given to integrate myself back into not only my old friend’s lives but to the social scene of Los Angeles, however I couldn’t help but feel awkward and overwhelmed. As people crowd around me, I give Madi a heads up that I’ll be back in a few and I do my best to slip away to the closest bathroom. I didn’t need to go to the toilet, I just needed a second to breathe. Considering I was on the middle floor, Matt’s was my immediate first choice. But in spite of that, once I arrived outside it, I was greeted by a few others telling me there was a queue. Typical.
I decide to try and make my way toward Nick’s room, but I’m stopped in my tracks at the top of the stairs leading down toward the garage and Chris’ room by none other than Chris himself. He towers over me as individuals push into him, our bodies practically pressed up against each other.
“Where you headed off to?” He questions, an intimidating yet completely sexy look on his face as he brushes a hand through his hair.
“Bathroom. Matt’s is unavailable for the next while so I thought I’d try Nick’s.” I tell him though my words are barely comprehendible over the loud rap music playing.
“You hooking up with someone?” He interrogates me, his demeanour daunting.
“What no? Why?” I return back as I scrunch my face confused. Chris doesn’t respond with words but rather grasps my wrist and whisks me in the direction of his room, Matt watching intently from across the room and following. Chris ignores my endless questions as to where we’re going and what’s happening while he and I stumble down the stairs. Upon our arrival to his room, he urges everyone to move away and guides me inside. I feel his hold loosen and I enter, watching as he waits at the door for Matt to enter and forcefully shuts it, turning the key to lock it along with it.
“What’s the fuck’s going on? What are you guys doing?” I raise my voice with an astonished and bemused impression. Neither of them answer, instead they just glare at me, their eyes burning into my core. “Hello will one of you please explain?” I shout.
“Shut the fuck up oh my god. We will.” Matt retorts, leaning his head against the wall and crossing his arms and legs. Chris glances at his brother before making his way over toward me and motioning for me to sit on his bed. I dart him a look but he’s relentless. I give in, perching myself on the edge as he does the same.
“Okay so fucking speak up or let me out and forever hold your peace.” I declare. Both Matt and Chris shake their head and chuckle.
“Someone’s still so full of attitude.” Chris smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “So hot.” He murmurs. I shrug him off and look at him not only puzzled but uncomfortable. Matt pushes himself off the wall and regains a new position the opposite side of me, standing up to my left.
“Didn’t I hear Laura tell you to be nicer earlier on?” He asks, his thumb coming into contact with my lip and pulling it down softly.
“Not to you.” I respond back, giving him a death glare of my own. This earns me a scoffed laugh from both of them, the pair widening their eyes at my answer.
“ohhh shit. why so fiesty?” Chris teases, his hand running up my thigh.
“Don’t worry bro, I bet she’s all bark and no bite.” Matt adds.
I sigh in frustration, my body tensing and shaking as I feel Chris’ touch.
“Hilarious. Now what do you guys want? Seriously?” I enquire, nerves taking over me.
“Did you change your number?” Matt asks, ignoring me and changing the subject.
“Nope, why?” I spit back.
“Tried to call and text you a few times but the messages never went through, hence the Instagram message. I take it you have me blocked?” He bites his lip, gently rubbing my shoulder.
“Why do you care? Are you obsessed with me or something?” I snap. Chris pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, amused at this ongoing interaction between myself and his brother. His hand is still rested on my thigh, his finger tracing circles back and forth.
“Because I do. Look we’re trying to make amends here.” He exhales, slumping himself beside me so that both of them are now on the bed.
“Oh really, is that what you’re tryna do? Seems to me like both of you are just trying to get into my pants.” I give him a sarcastic smile.
“Hmm, that too kid.” He jokes with a half smiles back, a thumb of his own softly grazing my cheekbone under my eye.
“Guilty.” Chris joins in. I groan and try to scoot myself off the mattress in an attempt to head for the door despite it being locked, but I feel two hands either side of me pull me back. I stand frozen in place, slightly terrified. Matt notices this and offers Chris a look as if to tell him silently to let go.
“Sorry, we shouldn’t have done that. But please, just stay and let us explain.” He pleads. I turn around to look at them both, their gaze softening. I reluctantly nod and he continues. “We’re sorry. About ruining your friendship with Nick and Madi. It was stupid and selfish of us. You have to understand something though. We both liked you. Like really liked you. And it was causing so many arguments between us. The night you heard us talking about you, saying we didn’t like you and stuff. It was a lie. We knew you were listening and we didn’t want you to hear how we really felt. It was dumb and I don’t know why we did it. I guess we just thought the best solution was to not have you in our lives because it was coming between us, even if it meant Nick not having you either. It was childish and we know we fucked up alright? We’re really sorry, right Chris?”
I furrow my brows as Chris looks at his brother then back at me and nods. “Wow seriously? Fuck you both. You think I’m gonna believe that bullshit? Even if I did, I have no sympathy for either of you assholes.” I blurt out in disbelief and rage.
“It’s not fucking bullshit y/n it’s true.” Chris shouts.
“Well if it is, then you two are the most immature, self centred human beings I’ve ever met in my life. You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve you know that? God, actually I’ve heard enough, how about you just unlock the door now, I think I should go.” I announce my demand.
“Go where?” Matt asks concerned.
“Home. Before I lose the plot altogether and get too mean and really take it out on you.” I exclaim. “And your little best friend too.” I smirk again sarcastically, directing my words toward Chris as he sighs.
“Don’t go.” Chris practically begs, standing up to meet me. “Please.”
“Why?” I confront him yet again as Matt exhales deeply and follows his brother’s movements. Having both of them observe me like this was making me weak at the knees, no matter how infuriated I was in this moment. Fuck they looked so good when they eyed me up as if they were about to devour me like a pack of wolves.
“Just to give us a little time to try and change your mind.” Matt expresses.
“And how do you plan on doing that?” I query, as Chris takes a step closer towards me, the distance between us practically non existent.
“Hmm..like this.” He smirks before brushing my hair to my back and leaning in to plant his lips along my jawline and down my neck, causing me to moan out softly in pleasure. Matt takes the hint and follows his twins lead as he breaks Chris and I away and pulls me in toward him and lets his own lips press against me. I resist momentarily, but he tasted so good that I couldn’t help myself. He snakes a hand around my waist and rests it on my ass, squeezing it here and there as the kiss deepens. I reach a hand up to lace my fingers with my hair, causing him to become needy and desperate.
Chris getting increasingly jealous, pushing Matt off of me, the two of them now going back and forth between each other like a tennis match.
“Wait, have you guys ever done this before? You know like, with just one girl? Aren’t you guys gonna get freaked out or jealous of each other?” I question as Chris grabs either side of my thighs and hoists me up in his arms. I wrap my own around his head and waits for him to reply.
“Nope. But there’s a first time for everything. And nah, I don’t care about it if Matt doesn’t. And if neither one of us can have you all to ourselves, we might as well share. If that’s alright will you princess?” He smirks. I don’t know how to reply, unsure as to what exactly is happening and how I truly feel about it. But my body reacts quicker than I do and I impulsively nod indicating a yes. Matt chews his gum with a satisfactory grin and pulls his shirt off revealing his bare chest. He palms himself through his sweatpants, watching as Chris lays me down on the bed. Chris’ eyes are hungry, like a bloodsucking vampire about to feast.
My body trembles as lifts up my shirt and trails down my stomach, stopping as he reaches my abdomen at the top of my waistband. He pulls my cargos and underwear off of me and looks away as he throws them to the floor, Matt taking this as his opportunity to step into Chris’ place. He gently pulls me down towards him as he positions himself, his lips trailing along my inner thighs as my heart races. I feel my breath become hot and heavy as he inches closer to my pussy, his eyes not leaving my gaze the entire time.
Chris climbs on top of the bed near my head, letting his dick spring free from his pants. My eyes widen at the size of him and I suck on my bottom lip, observing as he strokes up and down and lets out a grunt whilst tilting his head back. I dart my attention back down to Matt as he sucks on my clit ever so tenderly, my hand coming down to meet his hair to tug at it.
“Fuck.” I let out through a moan, my back arching like a cat. Chris continues to play with himself as he watches, the sight of me turning him on even more. My free hand clenches the bed sheets, Matt’s tongue flicking little circles on my rosebud. Chris snaps his fingers to get my attention, my eyes focusing on his long and hard member.
“I want you to suck me off while Matt makes you feel good angel.” He states sternly. I was the furthest thing from an angel right now, but there was something about him calling me that that made my pussy pulsate even further. I gulp, as I take Chris’ throbbing dick in my hand that had been clutching the bed and begin to move it up and down. Just as I start, I feel Matt tease my opening, before licking my fluids off of his fingers and carefully bringing them back down to insert them inside me. Before I even have time to adjust to them, he’s already fingering me rapidly, the tips of his skin curling to hit my g-spot with each stroke. I can barely continue to concentrate on Chris’ dick, my movements becoming slow and irregular as I whimper in pleasure.
“uhhoh f-uck..” I cry out as he picks up the pace. Chris lifts my chin and tilts it to meet his length again, it brushing against my lips all in one motion. I continue to pull down on it, his tip dripping with pre-cum. “mmhm that’s it.. good girl.” He whines, waiting for me to take him in my mouth. I motion for him to come in closer to me and let my tongue guide itself along him a few times, before sucking gently on his cusp. He grabs the headboard of the bed instantly and rolls his eyes back simultaneously, all while Matt continues to flick inside me. I feel him grab my hand from its position on his head, letting go of his hair and intertwining his fingers with my own as he buries his face down and licks in between my folds. Once I have Chris’ dick down my throat, he pumps in and out of me, my head bobbing up and down along him, taking him as best I can. I let out a few muffled shrieks as Matt starts to eat me out like a munch.
A few tears stream down my face as both men occupy both my holes; one with his dick and the other with his tongue.
We continue like this for a solid five or six minutes, my moans heard as I choke on Chris’ dick and his hand wrapped around my neck, until he feels himself coming close and withdraws from my mouth. Matt continues to pleasure me now with three fingers, and within seconds my legs tremble and I squirt out onto his face. Both men break apart and Matt uses his T-shirt to wipe himself. Once he’s done, he removes his pants and feels himself, a hand running through his hair hurriedly. All of us try to catch our breath before Chris speaks up.
“Holy fuck that felt so good. At least now I know that mouth is good for more than just arguing.” he exhales with a chuckle.
“Glad you enjoyed.” I offer him an eye roll and a sarcastic smirk. Matt throws his t-shirt back onto the floor and climbs back onto the bed, this time fully on top of me. His hand holds the headboard as his thumb pulls down on my bottom lip again.
“And what about you gorgeous? Did you enjoy that?” He raised his eyebrows and smiles.
“Mmhmm, More than I have breath to explain.” I announce, the rise and fall of both our chests like we’d just ran a marathon.
“They don’t call me Matt the Munch for nothing pretty. But I’ll bet you’ll enjoy this a whole lot more.” He puts forth, kissing my forehead and motioning for me to move my legs up to let him in between them. I do as he says and watch as he leans down to make out with me, his lips parting my own every few seconds to meet my neck. Once we break apart, he spits on his hand and palms himself, lubricating his dick up now to insert inside of me.
“Say yes just so I know you’re sure.” He asks me, ensuring he had my consent. I nod but it’s not sufficient enough for him. “Say it baby, use your words.” He probes again.
“Yes Matt. Please, fuck me.” I mumble, growing more inpatient by the second. Matt doesn’t hestitste any longer, instead pulling me toward him and lining himself up with my pussy. I don’t even have time to think as he slides himself inside of me. Chris watches on as his brother begins to pound me, his thrusts getting harder and harder each time. Since he hadn’t came in my mouth, I knew he was planning on riding me too. It was just a matter of when. I knew my vagina was going to come out red raw after this.
Matt continues to push himself back and forth, his hands holding my stomach either side as his dick slithered in and out. I almost scream in pleasure with each stroke near sending me into a spiral.
“Good girl. You like that huh? You like Matt’s dick fucking you hard? Tell daddy how much you like it baby.” He spits out, his hand grasping my throat.
“Hughhh Matt. Fuck yes daddy. Keep fucking me like that.. oh my.. oh my fucking GOD. Mmmhmm.” I whimper, his tip hitting my walls and sending me over the edge. Matt wastes no more time as he fucks me into oblivion.
“Open that slutty little mouth of yours.” He demands and once again I do as I’m told. A string of Matt’s spit falls directly into my mouth, the sight of it causing him to peg me even more aggressively. My walls clench around him and I quiver as I orgasm, this inching Matt closer to his own finish. It only takes a few more moans from me for Matt to reach his climax, his dick filling me up with his cum and coating my insides a thick white colour.
At this point, Chris can’t contain his jealousy anymore. His eagerness takes over his body and before I know it he has Matt pushed off of me as soon as he’s pulled out.
“Move dawg. It’s my turn.” He pronounces. Matt chuckles and peels himself off of the bed, removing himself to Chris’ bathroom. Chris stares down at me intently before speaking up. “Oh nah, best believe I’m not fucking you the same way he did.” He shakes his head. “Stand up and turn around.” He says, pointing towards the side of the bed. I follow his instructions and manoeuvre myself into position as does he.
“Chris what about his cu-“ I begin, but with a quick hand pushing my head down a little more so that my back is properly arched, he lines himself up like his brother had done and slides himself into me. I feel him tap at the back of my leg, indicating he had wanted me to put a knee up. I raise my knee so that it’s resting on the mattress, and Chris pulls at my hair as he slams in and out of me.
“Oh my fucking god.” He blurts out, each of his strokes accompanied by a loud moan. “Fuck your pussy feels so good. Shiiittt.”
I clutch at the bed sheets once more as Chris fucks me harshly from behind. I had never in my wildest dreams thought I’d be getting railed by both Matt and Chris, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about them separately. And I knew for a fact Chris was a sucker for doggy style.
“Chris Chris fuck.. oh my god.” I whimper as he continues to grab my ass and pounds me.
“Hmmm yes princess. That’s it, ride this dick like a good little slut. You know I give it to you so much better than him.” He shouts, his cock hitting my core. I’m nearly in tears over how good he feels, his grip tightening on me as he comes close to ejaculating inside of me the same way Matt had done.
“Chris.. Chris I-I’m gonna c-cum.” I pant heavily, just about getting the words out.
“Me too babygirl. I’m so close to filling you up. Ughhh yes.. fuuuck.” He groans, his own thick and creamy jizz lacing with my own. Once we ride out our highs, his thrusts slow right down until they come to a complete stop. He pulls out and stands out of breath with his hands on his hips. I do my best to turn and sit down on the bed, my heart rate at all time high. Chris quickly comes over to stand in front of me, his legs parting my knees as he places himself between my legs. His gaze is fixated on me, as he lifts my chin up to look at him. My eyes scan his face, unsure as to what he’s doing until he reaches down and kisses my lips, a smile forming on the corners of my mouth.
I don’t even have time to process everything that’s just happened and what his kiss meant, though I had a fair idea. Matt emerges from the bathroom, shaking his head and giggling away to himself.
“what?” I ask confused, Chris laughing now too though he hadn’t a clue why.
“I just realised you never even wished us a happy birthday.” Matt grins.
“Not that I really had a chance to but Happy birthday.” I roll my eyes and close them as I take a deep breath.
“Where’s our gift?” Chris teases. I shoot him a look as he smiles knowing he’s just about taking the absolute piss.
“You just got it Chris.”
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𝓓𝓸𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓼 & 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼
jenna x g!poc
summary: jenna and jah going to the obstetrician. jah asking stupid questions.
warnings: jah being a comedian, mature language, partial smut
a/n: tumblr didn’t save the first draft 😭…anyway enjoy the chapter and a Jenna edit 🤭. also I’m not a medical professional. I tried to look up the actual terminology and stuff to be semi-accurate but I started to lose interest 😂 - 4.3k words
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MAY 2023
“YOU GOT YOUR BACK BLOWN OUT BY KID CUDI?!? WHAT THE FUCK!” You shouted on the phone.
You and Jenna were currently on FaceTime, she was in her last fitting for her Met Gala outfit. She was bored waiting for the designer to come and make potential adjustments. So she called you to entertain her someway. She regrets calling you now.
You were doing your due diligence as a baby mama and friend to watch Jenna’s work. You started with The Babysitter: Killer Queen. It was alright in your opinion, you gave it a 7/10. Next, you watched The Fallout. It made you tear up and you applauded Jenna on her work. You considered it her best character.
Then, you watched both Scream movies and now you’re watching X. She tried to get you to not watch the movie by not even telling you about it. You had to look up her filmography to find out about it.
“You’re so lucky I have my headphones in” Jenna rolled her eyes.
“Nah you ain’t tell me this movie like that. I was jumpscared with so much ass and titties and now I gotta see you have sex with Mr. Day N’ Nite. Insane” You stated.
“I told you not to watch it. Actually I specifically remember withholding the information” Jenna said.
“Hm. They did you dirty by pairing you with that white man though” You shrugged and ate a fistful of popcorn.
“Shut up” Jenna mumbled.
Your eyes slowly drifted away from the movie to the phone screen. Jenna was preoccupied fixing the nail polish on her nails. She was doing something so simple yet captivating. You couldn’t take your eyes off her. The feelings you felt for her was starting to scare you.
“So, Nancy helped me book an appointment with the obstetrician not far from you” Jenna spoke bringing you out your thoughts.
“You did it for here? Why not back in your hometown, you know to be closer with your family” You questioned.
“It was the best one and��I always wanted to live in New York. I also want to be far away as possible from my mother when I tell her that I’m pregnant” Jenna smiled.
You laughed taking in the information, “When’s the appointment?”
“Tomorrow morning, 9am” Jenna replied.
“I’ll be there” You playfully salute to her. You turn your attention back to the movie. It was now on the part where the white man get killed by the old lady brutally.
“Speaking of families, how exactly are you going to tell yours?” Jenna asked.
“I’ll just call my brother and tell him. Now, for my mom, I’m gonna need a police riot shield” You huffed.
"You and I are in the same boat. I'm praying for you more though" Jenna said.
Your head snapped toward her, "Nah, don't say that."
Jenna chuckled at the expression on your face. The door behind her opened and the designer walks in. "I have to go. I'll call you later" Jenna said.
"Okay...wait you don't get your back broken like a glow stick anymore in this movie right?" You jokingly asked.
Instead of a verbal response, you got the sound of the FaceTime call ending. You laughed out loud and placed your phone on the charger and turned back to the movie.
Meanwhile with Jenna, she rolled her eyes secretly amused as she hung up on you. It was starting to get hard for her to ignore the growing feelings she had for you. She stalked your Instagram, staring at each photo for at least 10 minutes. She stayed up late last night and watch all your YouTube videos.
“Okay, since you’re not showing yet. The dress still fits perfectly but we will loosen it up around the waist just touch” Thom complimented.
Jenna looked at herself in the mirror, “I feel good in it. It feels good, I’m really happy with it” Jenna smiled.
Thom and Jenna continued discussing the dress some more before Thom had to leave to another client. He bid Jenna a bye and congratulations and left the building. Now, it was just Enrique, Nancy, Hudson, and Big L in the room.
A phone alert has Jenna snapping her head to her phone but unfortunately it was not her phone that made the sound. Enrique snorts at Jenna’s actions. An embarrassed blushed appears on her face.
“Shut up Enrique” Jenna mumbled.
“I’ve never seen like this before. It’s adorable” Enrique chuckled.
“It’s just hormones” Jenna lied.
“Yeah no it’s not. You know it’s okay to like her right. I mean the both of you kinda skipped a couple of steps but it’s good to backtrack” Enrique joked.
Jenna playfully punched his shoulder which made him laugh. Nancy let out a little giggle at the home. Hudson just grumbled something incoherent to himself.
“What does she look like anyway? I wanna see if your baby is going to be ugly or not” Enrique said.
Jenna rolled her eyes and grabbed her phone. She went to Instagram and went to your profile.
“This is the most recent photo” Jenna said.
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“Oh my….she got a brother?” Enrique asked.
Jenna laughed, “She does actually but he lives in Barbados.”
“I always wanted to go to Barbados. When’s my vacation?” He joked.
Jenna just shook her head while laughing. She carefully took off the dress and Enrique hung it up on the mannequin.
“You know it still hasn’t fully hit me that you’re about to become an actual mother. Shit is wild” Enrique commented.
“You and me both. I downloaded this pregnancy app and currently my baby is the size of a large strawberry” Jenna smiled and placed her hand on her stomach.
“Ain’t all strawberries large though?” Nancy questioned.
“I guess not” Jenna shrugged and sat down in a chair. Her stomach growled loudly.
“Get used to that. You’re gonna wanna eat twice more than usual.” Nancy said.
A text message alert can heard throughout the room. Jenna picked up her phone.
NYC 🩵: yo u got anything else to do today?
Hollywood 🤰🏻: no I’m free for the rest of the day
Hollywood 🤰🏻: why?
NYC 🩵: I want to see you
Jenna’s heart fluttered at the message. She bit her lip and smirked.
Hollywood 🤰🏻: what are we gonna do?
Jenna watched as the text bubbles appear and then disappeared. It happened a few more times before the text bubbles stayed.
NYC 🩵: i mean…whatever you wanna do shawty. I’m down with whatever 😁
“Let me guess, it’s her” Enrique smirked and tried to peek at Jenna’s phone she turned away. “Ohh not y’all sending spicy messages”.
“We’re not sending spicy messages. She just said she wants to see me” Jenna smiled.
“See you as in watching movies or see you as in Neighbors know my name?” Enrique joked.
Suddenly, a loud slam can be heard throughout the room. Everyone looked confused at the sudden sound and disappearance of Hudson. But shrugged it off.
Hollywood 🤰🏻: I’m hungry
NYC 🩵: what u want
Hollywood 🤰🏻: seafood
NYC 🩵: u like seafood boils? I know a banging spot that I can get
Hollywood 🤰🏻: absolutely
NYC 🩵: bet 🫡
“You’re all finished for the day Jenna. Go spend it with your baby momma” Nancy said.
“Thanks guys” Jenna said and grabbed her things. She hugged Enrique and Nancy before walking to the door.
“Don’t get pregnant…oh wait” Enrique joked.
Jenna stuck up her middle finger and Enrique and Nancy’s laugh can be heard as she left the room.
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45 minutes later, Jenna finally arrived at your apartment. She texted you that you were here. A couple of minutes later, you came down in a gray tank top, gray shorts, and your slides.
“Yo Hollywood” You greeted and helped her out of the SUV. Jenna smiled and wrapped her arms around your waist. It was unexpected but you wrapped your free arm around her back and hugged her tight.
Jenna looked up you with a certain spark in her eyes. You noticed but decided to look away from her.
“Big L, I got you a boil too. You ain’t allergic to seafood right?” You asked.
“Nah I’m not. Appreciate it though” Big L said appreciative and took the bag of food. You nodded in response.
The two of you then head into the apartment complex. You lived on the 6th floor of the building, the nicest floor out the entire building. When you applied for the place, the landlord tried to stick you in a moldy and roaches infested apartment but one of the neighbors put you on game and helped you get this one.
“Welcome to mi casa” You said as you walked into your apartment. It was two bedroom and one bathroom. Their was music softly playing throughout the apartment from your speaker on the counter.
Jenna looked around the thankfully, clean apartment.
“Not bad” Jenna playfully shrugged.
“Yeah it’s not the high rise, plants in the windows, Hollywood type of apartment but it’s something” You chuckled.
Jenna giggled and sat down at the dining table with the food.
“I didn’t get yours with sauce on it. I got it on the side, it’s a Cajun style sauce and it’s a little spicy. I looked up if pregnant woman can eat spicy stuff, they said it was safe but might cause heartburn or indigestion so I also got a lemon garlic sauce too just in case.” You ranted.
Jenna looked at you with admiration in her eyes, “Thank you. I like spicy stuff so it shouldn’t be a problem.”
You smiled and the two of you engaged in a light conversation as you ate. You took the sausages from her bag and you gave her your corn. You also helped her with cracking the crab legs open and showing her how to get the meat in one piece.
You and Jenna finish your food and clean up before sitting on the couch. You sat in the middle while she sat at the end with her back against the armrest and her feet in your lap.
“Are you wishing for a boy or girl?” Jenna asked.
“I’m wishing for a healthy baby. I genuinely don’t care if it’s a boy or girl” You shrugged.
“Good answer. I want a girl though” Jenna said.
“That’s surprising. Most mothers want boys” You said.
“Girls are more fun in my opinion. But either way I’m going to love our child regardless of gender” Jenna stated.
She then sat up, scooted closer, and looked at the number tattoo on your wrist. “What’s this mean?”
“It’s my angel number. 555. It’s means change. Changes are coming and that I shouldn’t be worry or scared just have trust in the process” You explained.
“What about this one?” Jenna said as she pointed to another tattoo. This one was a small writing.
“Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes. It was my second ever tattoo. Believe it or not I was a shy kid before my junior year. I used to let people walk over me and bully me and take me for advantage. That was until the last day of sophomore year, I was on the yearbook committee and I had a really good idea but I was too scared and one of the other students stole it and took credit for it. My yearbook teacher pulled me aside one day and told me she knew I was the one that came with the idea. She told me, “you’re never going to get what you want if you never speak up. Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes because you never know who could be listening”. It’s a quote that stuck with me ever since” You explained.
“You had a great teacher” Jenna commented.
“Yeah, she reached out to me a couple of months ago and told me she loved my videos. It was wholesome” You smiled. Your hand start to rub her thigh unconsciously. “What about you? You got any ink?” You asked.
“Nope. I want one though. Maybe for my first one I’ll get our baby’s name behind my ear” Jenna answered. You nodded in response and continued rubbing her thigh. Your eyes kept looking down to her soft lips.
You wanted to feel them on yours, it’s been a minute since you felt any intimacy. You were longing for her soft touch.
Jenna’s eyes traveled down to your hand. She was starting to grow hot. Her hormones making it very difficult to keep in check.
“Jah?” Jenna called out.
“Hmm?” You hummed in response.
“Kiss me” Jenna demanded softly.
You leaned in and connected your lips to hers. Jenna immediately deepened the kiss as soon as she could. She climbed into your lap and her hands were placed on your cheeks. You placed your hands on hips. The kiss was starting to get sloppy and eager.
Jenna pulled away and took off her top leaving her in her navy blue bra. Her lips then latched onto your neck.
“You know…we should…talk about our relationship” You struggled to get out due to the pleasure.
Jenna placed butterfly kisses on your neck until her lips found your pulse. She then began to suck on the area. Your hands gripped her waist tighter and a small hiss escaped your lips. She smirked against you, happy that she found your sweet spot. She continued sucking until she felt satisfied with the hickey she left on your skin.
Your lips connect once more, your tongues clash and you slide your right hand up her back. Your fingers find her bra strap and with one hand you undo it. You help her pull it off your body. This time your lips leaves hers and attach them to her sweet spot. A sigh of pleasure leaves her lips and her hand gets tangled in your hair.
Your left hand grabs onto her slightly larger breast and begins to massage them.
Thank god for this pregnancy.
Your fingers rolling and pleasurably tugging at her hardened nub. The hand in your hair start to scratch at your scalp which felt really good. You take your attention away from her hickey littered neck.
Yikes, her make up person is going to have a field day with that.
Your lips clamp around her nub. Your tongue swipe over it a few times before sucking on it.
“Oh my god” Jenna moaned softly.
You let your teeth graze over it just a tad bit before switching your attention to the other breast. While you were giving her breasts attention, Jenna slipped down a little to sit on your knees before her hand found it’s way into your sweatpants. Her warm hand quickly found their prize. The long and girthy beast that was growing in your pants.
You pull away from her breasts and look into her lust filled eyes. You lifted your hips and pushed your sweatpants along with your underwear off your hips. Jenna got up from your legs and pushed the rest of it off your legs. She got on her knees in front of you.
Her small hand wrapped around your third leg. It jerked in her hand at her touch which she smirked at. She placed small kisses up and down your shaft until she got to the tip. Her tongue circled around it, her eyes never leaving yours. You lick your lips as she takes you into her mouth.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your head fell back against the cushions and your right hand tangle themselves in her hair.
One hand at the base of your shaft and the other rested on your thigh. Jenna started to bob her head up and down. Her muffled moans sending vibrations against your member which made you hiss.
“Damn girl” You hissed and licked your lips. You pushed her head down farther. You were deep in her throat, tears were pooling in her eyes. Jenna then took you fully in her mouth, her nose was touching your pelvic area. Your eyes slightly widened, you can feel her uvula grazing across you. She stayed there for a second, flexing her throat until it got hard to breathe and she pulled you out of her mouth. Her hand continuing to pump your length.
Once she got her breath back, she swallowed you while again. You grabbed a fistful of her hair and helped her bob her head up and down at a fast pace.
You were close, the knot in your stomach started to tighten.
“Fuck Jenna” You moaned.
Her nails dug into your thigh, enjoying the way your tip abused the back of her throat. You start to pant as you got closer and closer. Before you knew it, you halted her head before you felt your length twitch as it emptied into her mouth.
You relaxed into the couch, sweat glistening on your face. Jenna milked you for every last drop before she pulled you out of her mouth. She showed you the thick substance in her mouth before closing it and swallowing.
“Me gusta esa mierda extraña (I like that freaky shit)” You spoke.
“You know even though it’s sexy. It’s not fair when you speak Spanish knowing I have no clue what you’re saying” Jenna pouted.
“Chupa para chuparte fraude (Sucks to suck you fraud)” You shrugged with a chuckle.
Jenna sucks her teeth before standing up. She goes to walk away but you grab her hand.
“I’m joking. I’ll teach you Spanish if you want me too” You said. She stood in front of you. You pulled her down and interlocked your lips again. This kiss you guys took it slow, building the mood again, even though it technically never left. You pulled her pants down her legs until she kicked them off somewhere.
You stood up and hoisted Jenna up. She wrapped her legs around your waist. You walked until her back made contact with the wall in your bedroom. Your fingers pulled her underwear to the side and you ran your middle finger through her folds.
Damn, she was mad wet. She got that WAP.
Your middle finger massaged her clit. A whine left her lips as you flicked her clit and her hand gripped the back of your neck.
“Jah…” She moaned.
Unbeknownst to you, she was close to the edge. Usually, she lasts a lot longer than this. You barely touched her and she was already close to the edge. This pregnancy was making everything heightened.
You pull her from the wall and lay her on the bed. You were on your knees to the side of you, you took her underwear off before you slipped your middle and ring finger inside her.
“Fuck!” Jenna gasped.
Your long fingers worked their magic, quickly finding the rough spongy spot inside her. A loud moan ripped through her as she arched her back. Her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly.
“I’m…about to cu-” Jenna choked on her words as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She stilled with her back arched to sky and eyes squeezed shut. There was a pool under her and your hand was soaked to the max.
You were slightly surprised at how fast she came. You didn’t complain though.
“Holy shit, that was intense” Jenna swallowed harshly. She relaxed her body on your bed, her chest was still rising and falling rapidly.
“I’m good at what I do” You smirked.
Exhaustion creeped in and Jenna struggled to keep her eyes open.
“No way I just fingered you to sleep” You laughed.
“Shut up” Jenna mumbled sleepily.
You chuckled as you grabbed some boxers from your drawer and pulled them on. You grab an old T-shirt from your drawer.
“Here put this on” You said and handed her the T-shirt. Jenna lazily put it on while you changed the blanket on your bed. Jenna crawled into your soft queen sized bed and curled up in your blanket.
You locked up your place and put the blanket and her clothes in the wash. Before going back to your room to see Jenna fast asleep. You climbed in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. As soon as you closed your eyes, you felt Jenna scoot closer to you. You turned your head towards her to see her grabbing your hand. You placed your hand in hers and she placed it on her stomach. You turned your body to her, spooning her. She relaxed into your hold and fell back asleep. You soon followed with a big smile on your face.
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It was the next morning, you and Jenna were currently at the obstetrician's office waiting for the doctor to return to do the physical exam. The two of you got to know Dr. Nightngale better and vice versa. Her daughter was a fan of Jenna's which didn't bother or surprise the girl.
When it came down to asking questions about the other parent, Dr. Nightingale was stunned to learn that you were. Questions were thrown at you, which didn't bother you. You were used to people asking questions about being intersex. You were asked questions about it from the minute you could speak full sentences.
When you were younger, you used to go into full details but they got boring real quick. So you opted to tell people a quick summary. Which was 'I was an experiment from Area 51. My father was a spy that fell in love with an alien'. Most people didn't find it funny.
“What to expect when expecting?” You read aloud. It was a pamphlet that you picked up from the front desk. All morning you were reading up on anything related to pregnancy. You wanted to at least have a little bit of knowledge of what’s happening. Plus, it was kinda interesting learning about everything.
“Holy shit” You gasped as you were instantly hit with the sight of a stretched-out vagina…not the kind of stretched you want.
You look at the pamphlet with a disgusted look and then over to Jenna. The girl looking at you with an amused expression.
“I’m so sorry” You apologize to the girl.
A knock on the door was heard and Dr. Nightingale came in.
“Alright, Ms. Ortega and Ms. Jimenez are you guys ready to see your little bundle of joy," Dr. Nightingale asked.
Jenna was laid back in the exam chair with a sheet covering her breasts. Her slightly protruding belly was out in the open. You got up to stand next Jenna and also see the screen. You felt a shaking hand grab yours.
"You okay?" You asked the shaking girl.
"I'm nervous. I'm finally realizing how real this is" Jenna gulped.
"It's normal to be nervous. But I'm right here." You reassured the girl. She gave you a smile and a quick squeeze of your hand. Dr. Nightingale smiled at the interaction between the two of you. She put the gel on the medical instrument.
"Okay, this is going to be cold." Dr. Nightingale warned. She put the instrument on Jenna's belly, who flinched slightly at the sudden coldness of the gel. She moved the instrument around a little before a little body appears on the screen. The room was then filled with a rhythmic thumping.
"Oh my god" Jenna gasped at the screen. Her eyes started to fill up with tears at the sight. You, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at the screen. You had a huge smile on your face.
"Your baby has a strong heartbeat. You are about 11 weeks pregnant. 2 months almost 3 if you like to go by months. Judging by the date of conception, you are due to give birth on November 28. But there's also a possibility that you could give birth in December" Dr. Nightingale said. She starts to take pictures of the baby.
“A Sagittarius baby…oh lord” Jenna joked.
“Better than a Scorpio” You shrugged.
Dr. Nightingale continued the exam. Everything coming up clear for both the baby and Jenna which you were happy about.
“When are we able to know the gender?” Jenna asked.
“By 14 weeks but I like to do it around 19-20 week mark so it can be accurate” Dr. Nightingale asked.
“What about sex?” You impulsively asked.
“Jah” Jenna sighed and rolled her eyes.
“What? It’s a smart question to ask” You defended.
Dr. Nightingale laughed, “One of the most common questions we get. Sex is completely fine to continue doing. It’s actually beneficial, it can ease discomfort or pain, great for physical health, and a good partner bonding experience. But I would highly recommend still using condoms because STI/STDs are still a thing.”
You smirked and nodded at the response. Jenna just smack your arm as she rolled her eyes.
“Any more questions?” Dr. Nightingale asked.
The both of you shook your heads no.
“Okay, well that is it for today. I’ll see you guys next month. Congratulations to you both” The older woman smiled and left the room. You helped Jenna wipe the gel off her stomach and she puts her shirt back on.
“You know…last night I said something to you. We were kind of busy so I don’t know if you heard me” You said.
“What did you say?” Jenna asked.
“I said we should talk about this. You know…us” You gestured to the two of you.
“What’s there to talk about? We’re just two people who had sex and are now having a baby together.” Jenna shrugged.
You furrowed your face, “Is that how you see us? Just two people having a baby?”
“Not just two complete strangers. Like friends” Jenna said. She watched you as you stared at her with no emotion on your face.
“Friends” You muttered and nodded.
Not gonna lie, the statement hurt you. You didn’t want to be just friends with her. You wanted to be more. You liked her and you thought she liked you too but you guess wrong. You respected her decision though despite the mental pain it brought you.
Just friends…
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Trunk or Treat with The Yandere Student Council Pt. I
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Based Off the OCs in this Post
“Alright everyone let’s start talking about ideas!” 
“Uhm do you mean ideas for what to do with Halloween coming?”
“Oh no darling, we always do a Trunk or Treat kind of thing.”
“We are talking about our costumes.”
As bizarre as it sounds the college’s students look forward to the costumes of the student council
Allowed to enjoy whatever festivity that comes with their choice
For reference they share that last year they had a ‘kiss–in–the–coffin’ booth for their shared vampire costumes
“J-j-just so you know the kisses were on the cheek only!”
“I didn’t ask but okay.”
It set the precedent for this year to be just amazing if not better
“Since we have you now (Y/n) we should have something special that welcomes you in!”
“I-i-i-i think that’s a great idea.”
“I’m all for it too!”
Despite your protests, in fear of being singled out by their fans your haters they forge on
“They won’t be bothering you. Not on my watch.”
“You say that but–”
“Seriously (Y/n) believe us! We’ll make sure there won’t be any problems.”
“And if there are we will kill them.”
“What?!”
“Joking. Joking.”
They’re not
Anyway it was decided on that the council will be Ghostly Royalty
Which makes costumes really easy or so you thought 
According to Min, quite a large part of the budget went into your costumes
“Pick your jaw up (Y/n)! This is the best part! You don’t think we get this big of a budget without showing off, do you?”
“Still…it feels a bit overkill…especially when I don’t have a fan base at all.”
“Ohhh that’s what you think–ow!” 
“Roman, always such an optimistic chatterbox. Always saying things that are not true.”
Lucoa takes the role of the king naturally
Spencer is forcefully given the role of the queen
Min takes the role of the dungeon master, despite his meek character
Roman takes the role of an advisor
Gil as a duke
June as a duchess
“Wait so what am I?”
“Our dragon.”
“What?!”
“We wanted to put a spin on the old system!”
“But that isn’t really accurate…nor does it really fit the ghost royalty theme.”
“.....”
“....”
“So? We’re doing fantasy ghosts then.”
In your opinion, it's just an excuse to make your costume as ridiculous as they please
“This is an early draft of your costume.”
“What!? Wait where are the actual clothes? I’m just seeing gold necklaces and bangles.”
“...That was the idea.”
“I’m not wearing that if there aren’t actual clothes underneath there.”
“...But it will ruin the integrity of the design and disrupt the choreography and–”
“Then hide it under the gold! I’m not going to be half-naked for the entire school.”
“...I will consult the President.”
You owed him a favor after that
Saying you agreed to this as an honorary member
But when you’re not having to fight Gill on your costume designs
You are helping the others
“June…this is just a dress.”
“Right, it’s a perfect occasion to wear it. And don’t my hips feel and look great.”
Adjusting the golden belt meant to hang off his waist you try to ignore how his poses requires that he touch you in some way shape or form
“Well yeah but don’t you feel like your fans would want you in something else?”
“Oh baby! You don’t have to worry, they love this sort of thing.”
And helping with their research
“Roman I know you never seem to run out of ideas to hang out but why a medieval diner?”
“It's for research! By the way, how do you like the food? I made sure the critiques were as positive as they could get.”
“Roman.”
“Yes?”
“Why did that waitress, compliment our relationship?”
“OMG they brought another plate of bread and for free? So cool.”
“Roman!”
Or helping organize their booths
“So Spencer what are you going for?”
“A kind of dunk tank except it drops on me.”
“Oh okay….this says that you’re not actually using water but…oil?”
“Yeah Lucoa suggested I show off my scars and muscles.”
“Wait you have those?”
“Hahaha very funny but seriously give me your opinion.”
“Oh wow….yeah, I think they’ll like it…no they’ll love it.”
“Oh really? Well, thanks!”
As if he didn’t already know
But eventually as the date comes closer it comes time to focus on your booth
But it seems that as an honorary member you don’t get to have much control over your own booth
Or any decision involving your event
“Hey Min what are you building over there?”
“Oh this is the art for your exhibit. Lucoa put me in charge of matching the gold from your costume to the setting around there.”
“Aw thanks can I help?”
“N-n-no!”
“Oh.”
“S-s-s-sorry the President gave us explicit instructions not to include you in the making of it. I’m r-r-r-r-really so sorry!”
“It’s fine Min, don’t worry about it.”
It’s just so apparent how little you would be included in your own activity no one really bothered to hide that fact from you
“Hey Gill this meeting on your calendar, I don’t remember getting your usual reminder for it.”
“That is because you are not invited to it.”
“Don’t be sad (Y/n)~Afterwards we can just come visit you after.”
“No no that’s okay I’ll just take the day off then. Catch up on homework.”
“Aw~ Don’t be like that we’ll come over to your house after.”
“No I’m not sad. I’m going to be happily doing my homework alone!”
“Putting that on our private calendar: Going to (Y/n)’s house an hour after the meeting.”
At the end of the day you’re just as surprised when the event begins and they shove you in the room under the stage with nothing but a warning not to move from the chair you’re in:
Part 2
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saewokhrisz · 17 days
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have u ever talked anywhere about your coloring or composition processes? u are honestly one of my favorite artists and i would love to hear any insight on how you make pieces 💓
wahh thank you TTT !!! I did sorta give a very simplistic answer here but it was more of my simpler sketchy style so lemme redo that, ill try to be consise and make this understandable ?? its a bit hard cuz it honest to god depends on what Kind of piece im even drawing, cuz for some i go the whole length of doing lineart flats and all that, others i just just fuck around untill it looks right?
i do usually start with a rough sketch or colour draft, especially with more compley pieces this helps with figuring out the feel, honestly i should spend more time drafting properly, figuring out poses and such but im so lazy i just go w the first thing that looks good
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then just lines over the colour draft, fixing lots of anatomy and proportion stuff, and depending on how i wanna do the colours ill either keep the colour layers or merge them together and have the edited colours as the base colour (this might not even make sense help)
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see this piece at the time gave me an insane ammount of trouble with lighting and colours, so after trying to render i ended up merging everything together....which i dont USUALLY do but the rendering is pretty similar except usually i have colours be seperated by layer,
ANYWAYS sadly i dont have a process on how it got from flats to this specific render for this piece...but i still followed my initial drafts/plans with vibe and colours and just painted over it, its why i make it after all!
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but honestly a lot of times its just very simple colours and just trying to mainting good contrast and values !!!! and THEN fucking around with colours and rextures, for other pieces i kinda just paint as i go? i have this timelapse of my justice piece that may be a bit more help!
it includes the initial colour draft, the cleanup/lining process, flats, rendering, and all that so its probs the most accurate timelapse of my morecomplex work processes, with stuff that doesnt include heavier backgrounds, which is a whole OTHER topic honestly
im sorry if i cant explain it more cohesively, i genuinely barely know what im doing most times and go by muscle memory and stuff i Know but cant. Explain? like i know how light and folds work since i observed and studied them but i cannot put it into words at all )--)0
my brushes also contribute a lot to how i render and colour, depending on what i use, you can find the swatches for them here !
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wrecked-writer · 1 year
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Wild Sorcerer Merlin Au pt 1
Uther finds out about Merlin’s magic and he is to be executed
This is set around s2 or 3 so before evil Morgana
The gang ( Morgana, Gwen and Arthur) help Merlin escape but Merthur have a huge argument
“ I can’t believe you’ve lie to me all this time!” “I didn’t want to I just-!” “I don’t wanna hear it!”
In the end Merlin leaves with a bitter and sad relationship with Arthur
Arthur is inconsolable, his best friend and the man he loved trusted the most in the world lied to him! He is bitter and angry and so so sad.
The knights of the round table still come to be but Merlin’s role could never be replaced
Uther dies estranged from his children and Arthur takes the throne
Morgana’s dreams get so bad that she runs away to a Druid camp and is never seen from again
Years go by and not a single day has Arthur not thought of Merlin, even after his failed attempts at courting Gwen (she was always better off with Lancelot anyway)
One day while hunting they encounter a really bad and corrupted magic animal
They are losing the battle and as all hope is lost a magic burst comes in and saves them all
They’re injured and confused and scared but alive
A Druid finds them and after Arthur swears their safety, leads them to their camp where they are healed
Arthur watches the camp in wonder and is talked to by a Druid elder
She’s an ancient thing, skin so wrinkled with experience he can’t help but feel like a child in her presence
She is kind and patient
She talks to him of mundane things and he forgets for that moment that she is a Druid, someone raised with magic.
She hands him soup and warms it with magic. He wonders at that because never has he seen magic used for mundane and simple things
That prompts the knights to ask about that magic burst that saved their lives
“Was that magic you guys?”
The druids sit in a long silence before the old Druid lady comes up to them
“It must have been dear Emrys” “Emrys? Whose that?” “Oh my dears, who do you think has been protecting Camelot all these years?”
The druids then explain how Emrys has been protecting Camelot from several years now. They mention a few that they know of (the priestess Morgause being stopped several times) and talk of the many protection spells and wards that surround Camelot.
Arthur is confused and kinda terrified. Why would this Emrys protect Camelot, protect them, when they could be killed for even simple warming spells? What do they gain? Who are they?
The druids speak of Emrys’ power and how it keeps growing everyday.
“He visits sometimes, sometimes to set wards for us, sometimes to learn whatever spells we know, sometimes just for company. He’s a lonely boy, that one. The weight of the world on his shoulders and a horribly kind heart. You are fortunate to have him on your side.”
After dinner they rest and Arthur can’t help but think of Merlin and how he would react. He decides to finally lift the ban on magic.
They get back to Camelot and Arthur begins drafting the laws on magic use before lifting the ban
A few months go by and in that time Arthur notices the little sparks of magic protecting Camelot. He tries to make the laws as quick but as well as he could. He went to the Druids for help on what could be done to make more accurate laws on magic
He asks them on where to find Emrys, to thank him and ask for his help. And perhaps to add him to the court because someone whose been protecting Camelot so fiercely in spite of the dangers should be part of the council.
The Druids can only shake their heads sadly “He can only be found when he wants to be.” and leave it at that
Later Morgana comes back after about Arthur working to lift the band. Their reunion is bitter at first but when Morgana explains why she left they come an understanding with one another
She works together with him [and the roundtable] to lift the ban. When they ask her about Emrys she gives them a funny look.
“You don’t know?” “No, Morgan, we don’t. The Druids only say we’ll find him when he wants to be found”
She scoffs unbelievably “That blasted fool!” And storms out
No one sees her for almost a week before she comes barging back in the council room, dragging a cloaked figure by their cloth( who is clearly trying to remove her grip)
Arthur was angry with worry and demanded to know where she went.
“Where the bloody hell have you been!?” “First of all watch your tone when speaking to me. Second of all, i went ahead and got Emrys since you lot are too incompetent to do so” “…….THATS EMRYS!?”
They argue and bicker some more while Emrys struggles against Morgana’s grip, a misstep here leads to the cloak coming off
Arthur looks and practically swallows his tongue at who he sees.
It’s Merlin
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prettyboypistol · 4 months
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TF2 Medic x M!Reader || Unreliable Nurse
[Hurt/Comfort] [Understanding Medic] [Period Accurate Homophobia/Xenophobia towards Gays/Germans] [Coworkers to Ambiguous] [GORE WARNING]
You were a mercenary. You were hired to kill people day in and out for the gratification of your superiors and you were not allowed to stop until the day your contract ended. Every morning should have been the same- wake up, gear up, shoot up.
So why the hell were you holding your Heavy's torso open with spreaders while your Medic bug around in his organs?! You were supposed to end lives, not mangle them back to life!
"Medic, why am I even here?" You grunt in disgust as Heavy's organs squish against your bare palm. They are disgustingly alive. Should intestines move like that on their own?!
"Well someone has to hold the ribcage open, and my hands are rather busy at the moment!" Medic responded cheerfully. He was right though; both of his hands were what you could only describe as groping Heavy's lungs and heart with a sadistically pleasures look in his eyes.
"Eugh, you look like you're getting off to this." You growled as Medic finally seemed satisfied with his curiosities. The lungs he had installed in Heavy were significantly bugger than your head- would the torso even close up?
"Nonsense, I am a professional- er, mostly." Medic chuckled to himself. He waved your hold away as he healed Heavy back up to his usual hulking self. Well, at least someone seemed happy about the surgery that wasn't an absolute psycho.
You had no idea why you helped Medic clean up after the surgery, you could have left at any time, yet you didn't. Maybe it was because you held a burning question on the tip of your tongue that begged to esca-
"Do you actually get off to like, gore and stuff?"
Shit.
Medic perked up, a quizzical look on his face as he flushed the blood into the storage bags. "Do I really give off that vibe?" He sounded rather genuine in his question too. Fuck, you felt like the world's biggest asshole.
"I mean, Scout seems to think so- plus uh, you do this thing with your face that kinda well-" you stumbled over your words as you swept up the bone fragments into the dustpan at your feet. Bending over, you finally finished your sentence. "I dunno, it just looks like you're some kinda sadist."
Medic shook his head as he placed the bloodbags into the fridge. His eyes flickered over where the Spy head used to be before the enemy Scout stole it back. He was a rather funny conversationalist.
"No, not a sadist in the regard. You all are perfectly safe from me!" Medic attempted to joke. You nodded and gave him a small laugh of acknowledgement.
"Well, I suppose I should tell Scout the good news. He's been spouting about how you've been trying to inject him with homosexual serum to see if you can turn him." You informed him. You and the team knew that Scout was spouting bullshit, but your curiosity to Medics reaction was what pulled you to tell him.
Medic slammed a fist down onto his vivisection table, his expression rather grimly stern.
"I've had it with that ungrateful little brat." He muttered. He looked to you, but when you nodded in understanding, he started to vent. "He's always getting himself into shit, then begging me to fix him back up!" Medic threw his hands up, mocking Scout's voice. "always 'Oh medic, heal me!' 'Oh medic! I broke my arm again!'" Medic growled as he slicked his hair back and sighed. "All while calling me a goddamn nazi when I prioritize Heavy!"
You let Medic rant. Clearly this had been on his mind and weighing on him, if the nervous pacing and dramatic gesturing was anything to go by. Yeah, you had heard Scout make a few jabs about the SS and war camps to Medic, but you never really had gotten involved before- it wasn't your business anyway and Medic could handle himself- so you thought.
"I'm not a fucking nazi! I was sixteen and drafted as a Medic!"
You interrupted Medoc with a hand on his shoulder. He turned to look at you, shocked and clearly hurt in his brow.
"Yeah, I'll bust him up for that. Didn't know it was that bad, if I knew I woulda stepped in." You apologized- at least, this was your version of an apology. Medic took a calming inhale before he tried to return you a weak smile.
"I try not to let the words of the youth get to me too much. Hell, do you think he was alive for the war?" Medic laughed weakly.
"Isn't he about 25? Probably was born just on the outskirts of it." You mused. You were a few years older than Scout was, but Medic outmatched you with the streaks of grey in his hair. He shook his head softly with a muttering of "Ah, the blissful ignorance of the young."
"Well, if it's any consolation, I don't think you're a nazi nor do I think you're some weird psychosexual freak trying to turn us all into homos." You promise with a playful punch to Medic’s shoulder. "Besides, you can't turn what's already there, yeah?"
"You're-"
"Mhm, don't go telling anyone though, I could lose a job if that info came out."
You thought it was only for that you were open to Medic, since he was gracious enough to be honest with you.
"I thought I was the only one!" Ah, there was that excitedly happy chirp you were scaredly fond of.
Maybe being an impromptu nurse wasn't so bad after all.
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hrts4hanniehae · 3 months
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clutch || one
there are written parts :)
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the good thing about being a game streamer was that when you were famous, your salary was kind of high. the bad thing was that the streaming platform wonwoo uses... started taking a huge cut of his earnings, leading him to this situation.
voice call
"okay to be honest, wonwoo, you were kind of stupid in the sense that you didn't buy your house but rented instead."- mingyu
"2 years ago, i was broke, mingyu. i just finished university and needed a place big enough for me and seollie. this place was very cheap for the amount of space." - wonwoo
"can't you buy this place outright? you have the money... right?" - mingyu
"my streaming platform started taking 30% of my earnings. and the building's owner changed, so there was a rent increase. it'll take me a long time to buy this apartment outright. by the time i can, i'll be in debt." - wonwoo
"so a roommate!" - mingyu
"why can't you be my roommate?" - wonwoo
"i already bought myself a place. plus your apartment is really far from my restaurant." - mingyu
"so how do you come by every morning to cook me food?" - wonwoo
"my restaurant is only open for dinner. i'm a celebrity chef, wonwoo. if it was open the whole day, i wouldn't get any rest. anyways, talk to the girl. she may be quite a good roommate for you." - mingyu
"sure..." - wonwoo
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she fixed her hair and checked her face in her camera again. this was her 5th try at apartment hunting. when her ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on her and steal her studio apartment, she lost many things. apparently, no one liked rooming with an artist because they were "messy" and may dirty the apartment.
"i swear if this guy rejects me i have no options left... please oh my god PLEASE let me stay here... don't screw up the interview..."
"yn ln?"
mind you, she had never seen her potential roommate's face before and she definitely did not expect someone of MODEL STANDARDS to be calling her name.
"jeon wunwoo?"
"wonwoo. jeon wonwoo."
ah... i've already screwed up.
"oh i'm so sorry..."
"it's fine. come on up."
she's funny... who the hell monologues out loud?
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"so these will be your rooms. they're connected by the closet." - wonwoo
"i get two rooms?" - yn
"don't you need space to do your art?" - wonwoo
"oh. oh yea. thank you." - yn
"oh yea. i also have a dog, seollie. she's my family dog. i hope your not allergic." - wonwoo
"i'm not. I love dogs!" - yn
"that's good. also, there's only one bathroom so please remember to knock before entering." - wonwoo
"ah okay. wait but i thought we were having an interview. you're showing me around as if you've already decided i'm moving in." - yn
"are you not?" - wonwoo
"oh i am?" - yn
"i prefer to deal with things quickly. this roommate idea was my friend's, not mine. so i would really rather the first "candidate" be the last." - wonwoo
"i have no complaints. when can i move in? i promise i'll be out of here by the end of next year." - yn
"we have a deal. you can move in starting tomorrow." - wonwoo
"any roommate rules or do we draft that out tomorrow?" - yn
"... tomorrow." - wonwoo
"great. thanks. I'll be back tomorrow with my stuff." - yn
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a/n - i screw up the tweet dates A LOT so please just ignore them most of the time okay... I don't like the dates either but my app doesn't let me remove them also i'm assuming seollie is a sheepadoodle and a female and i'm so sorry if i'm wrong but there's too little info on wonwoo's family dog to be accurate.
synopsis: wonwoo is a popular streamer known for his incredible gaming skills and good looks. He turned heads. but he hates the attention. he just wants to play games and earn money. one day he receives a letter. his apartment’s rent has almost doubled. no warnings at all. his current paycheck from streaming can’t shoulder those bills. he has no choice but to rent out his spare room. to who? a fresh art university graduate who has… 1. a stable job ✅ 2. talent for art and sculpting ✅ 3. many friends ❌ 4. social anxiety ✅ 5. no filter ✅ when his iconic cat logo gets copystriked, she comes to the rescue with a new logo for him. when his apartment’s walls start peeling, she fixes it. whatever he used to struggle with… the empty space... was now filled by her. so what does he *last player standing* do when her ex *enemy spotted* tries to take her back? heh. *clutch* he clutches.
inspired by wonwoo's gam3bo1 streams, falling into your smile & gogo squid (has hints of valorant)
pairing: streamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!artist!reader (ft. jeongcheol, soonhoon, junhao, seoksoo, verkwan)
genre: fluff, comfort, slowburn, comfort, pining, bestfriend!minghao
warnings: stalker ex, toxic ex, mentions of abuse, guns (game), cursing, hate comments, panic attacks
started: 28.12.23 ended: ?
taglist: join from my masterlist
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smau socials
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tags! @fairyofhour @megseungmin @sun-daddy-yoriichi @woozixo @euphoric-univers @christinewithluv @haowonbins @ocyeanicc @asyre @cynthiaaax13 @superhoshisvt @bangantokchy @chimmy-bts @angelarin @daisawa @writingbarnes @jeonghansshitester
@belladaises @wonwootakemyheart @wonwooz1 @luchiet @kookssecret @caratsland @peachescreamandcrumble @thepoopdokyeomtouched @isabellah29 @leah-rose03 @yandere-stories @coupshour
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trishmishtree · 9 months
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I sewed myself the strawberry dress... but made it a modernized 18th century round gown!
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Why yes, I am perched on my bathroom counter because my phone camera is a potato and there was no other way to get a non-blurry photo of the fabric print.
I've been wanting to make one of these dresses since I saw the Bernadette Banner video from a few years ago. Apparently this was a trend on CosTube and I'm just late to the party as always because I'm not a CosTuber.
Anyway, I used Mariah Pattie's fan/arc drafting method to get the conical bodice pattern based off my own measurements. No dress form, no commercial pattern. Doing it this way, it fit nearly perfectly on the first try.
The bodice has a lining layer that laces closed underneath and acts like a pair of stays without me having to make stays. I basically reinvented the wheel with the structured bodice lining, since it turns out Sewstine and Lina Piprek both did something similar for their versions of the robe a la Bernadette. But look how smoothly it fits!
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The fabric is just a quilting cotton from Joann. It's in no way historically accurate, but I hand sewed the dress anyway because I don't use sewing machines. You can't see the skirt but it hits just below the knee and is 86" in circumference.
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And yes, it has pockets. 18th century style pockets that can be accessed through the skirt side slits, actually 🥰
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s0lam33y · 2 months
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long game
[ day 5 Of Shuriri Week ]
@shuririweek @mal-urameshi @neptoons1998
a/n: I wasn’t gonna post today but I’d drafted this up!
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Shuri has never been the biggest fan of phones. They’re not very convenient, limited as well. The most use she’s found for it is Google searches and why do that when she has her own AI?
But she somehow found herself waiting for her phone to ring. She’s in her lab, all alone, it’s too late for anyone but her to be in here anyway.
Her phone finally vibrates against her metal desk and she picks it up immediately. She smiles much wider than she should at the stupid screen. They’ve been keeping in contact for the past year, ever since Riri was sent back to MIT after the war. She and Riri call once a month if they’re both lucky. And today happens to be their lucky day.
“Wassup, Shuri.” Riri smiles, she looks as beautiful as ever, Shuri thinks. Her thick hair is pulled back into a sleek bun that Shuri has yet to see her in until right now. Her face is clear with subtle eye bags beneath them that Shuri has noticed have been beginning to worsen.
She’s got her phone on the wall behind her desk and is dressed in an oversized sweater that allows the fabric to slip a little past her shoulders.
“Hey,” Shuri smiles as she watches the scientist work diligently on a worksheet of some sort. She has this gentle crease in between her brows when she’s focused, Shuri wants to tell her she thinks it’s adorable but she holds herself back.
“Sorry for not calling you last month, I’ve been real busy.” Riri apologizes quickly, looking up momentarily to make sure Shuri understands what she is saying.
“It’s fine, I was busy too.” It’s not a lie. She was very busy but she had to make sure to clear her schedule on the day they were supposed to call and her heart sank a little when she was sent a text instead.
“How are you? I know the Royal duties are a lot. But you’re doing okay, right? You would tell me if you weren’t, right?” Riri asks while
keeping her eyes on her assignment.
Truth is, having the throne is not as bad as Shuri had imagined. She barely has time to do things she’s like but she knows it’s what her mother and father would want for her, what her brother would want for her. It’s what her people need. That’s what keeps her going.
“I’m okay,” Shuri honestly says. She wishes she could spend the rest of her days watching Riri, being with her makes her feel like herself. Not like she’s a queen or just royalty but like she’s Shuri and nothing else.
“I’m glad.”
“And you? I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself on campus.”
“I went to a party last week, shit was ass. I don’t drink like that so it wasn’t really my thing. I do wish I was in Wakanda using your cool ass tech.” Riri mentions, hearing a small laugh escape Shuri’s mouth.
“Mhm, I bet. How’s the progress on your suit?”
“Good, slow but it’s moving,” Riri admits, finally putting her pencil down and giving Shuri her full attention. It almost makes the Royal nervous.
“You lookin’ a lil tired these days, you been sleeping?” Riri questions. She herself knows how much time equations and models can take to make, as a scientist they understand that they don’t get much sleep but it doesn’t stop them from being concerned for each other.
“M’fine, I just have long hours of training and building.” Shuri sighs as a soft yawn sneaks its way out of her mouth.
“Mhm, yeah. You really gotta start taking your own advice, Princess.” Riri says with some sass in her tone. Shuri doesn’t have a rebuttal instead she chuckles because she’s afraid that if she says anything it won’t come out coherent.
She isn’t sure if it’s the rasp in Riri’s voice or the title. It’s not very accurate since she’s been crowned Queen but since Riri’s known her, it’s stuck to her like glue. Just like Riri has.
She pops up in the royal’s brain involuntarily, when she sleeps, and when she eats. It’s all consuming but a part of her doesn’t mind at all and the other is trying to fight it because, at the end of the day, they’re just friends.
“Listen, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? You-“ Riri begins.
“But we just-“
“No, I can tell you need sleep. I want you to talk to me when you’re full of energy and got some comebacks ‘cause this ain’t the Shuri I know.”
“You’re irritating.”
“Whatever…g’night, Princess. Sleep tight.”
“Goodnight.”
Riri hangs up and the only thing Shuri can think about is her friend. She knows now that she’ll play the long game. And a part of her, a rather big part of her doesn’t mind at all.
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▽ Subway to Stardew - Emmet 8-Heart Event ▽
This plays after getting at least 8 hearts with Emmet and entering the Railroad between 9AM - 4PM on a Thursday after viewing his 7 heart event.
You recieve this letter when you reach 8 hearts with Emmet!
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Commentary and progress under the readmore.
▷ Station Steward Thylak
I DID NOT REALIZE THAT THIS EVENT WOULD BE THAT LONG... I could have sworn it was around 14 minutes max! I was worried that the battle stuff went by too quickly! It's almost 30 minutes long! And that's with me clicking away faster! Emmet really meant it when he said he wanted to spend all the livelong day together...
I thought it was going to be roughly 18 minutes. NOPE. WOOPS. This what happens when you write possibly too much.
We are bad at making short events. Vanilla events are around 1-3 minutes long. A day in Stardew lasts 14 minutes and 10 seconds. I would not recommend trying to play this mod spoiler free on multiplayer because time does not freeze and you will die if you don't skip the events. I wouldn't want to shorten the events either... Cutting down their infodumps would just be wrong.
We had a few requests to have a battle event which made me 😅 because I personally couldn't imagine that going well (truth over ideals...). This event was partially made to shut that idea down. The whole tunnel scene is mostly me trying to write an in-story reason as to why there won't be a battle with the farmer against Ingo... Emmet is competitive! This is not just limited to battles but extends to being your best friend! Behind the scenes... I'm just too tired to write out more battles. I actually really dislike single battle format. I'm not making an Ingo battle event. You already have three games to battle him in. I refuse to make more battle events for the time being.
I say that but there's another half-finished double battle event between submas that I switched tracks from to work on Emmet's 8 heart event... I'll finish that eventually.
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Anyways... the creation process did not go by quickly at all either. I sure do have a lot to say on that matter. I do all my coding in google docs (terrible, I know) and so far we have had to make 3 seperate documents becuase things start to break at around 40 pages. The document before Emmet's 8 heart event made it to 64 pages before I abandoned it for a new document.
The longest document we have is around 80 pages along. Which usually contain the draft scripts of multiple events. code documents however take up a lot more since it's basically a giant wall of text. So when Emmet's 8 heart event started to slow down the current code document (the third iteration). We had to give the event its own space.
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Emmet's 8 heart event ended up being 36 pages long alone! Also if you didn't know, Stardew's event format doesn't allow for line breaks so I have been staring at a 36 page wall of text for weeks. I plan to upload a video compiling all the different options later because I feel like all of the "good" options for battle... don't quite make sense in the context of the rest of the story. The farmer is supposed to not be good at battle and lose because they got overwhelmed with information. As the one writing out all the battle options though, I can't bring myself to act like I'm bad at battling. The winning options are extra silly just to justify a loss and because I couldn't bring myself to lie about Wild Charge not being a guaranteed OHKO on Archeops either. Especially since Emmet brings out damage calculations in a few of the options.
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On that topic, all of the battle options play out accurately in a real double battle! I tested. Every. Single. Path. In Pokemon Showdown between the halves of Emmet's team.
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I had nightmares of reliving this same battle over and over because that's all I did when I was awake. Make it stopppppp 😭
The lines about them practicing were references to me actually simulating everything in Showdown! Emmet's frustration is also based on how making this event took over my brain so now I struggle to comprehend how someone who doesn't know what to do in this battle would feel... Thank you Kade for helping me with that part ^^;;;
Your welcome =3
I actually enjoyed the Pokémon Showdown part - when it comes to Pokémon Battles, I have dabbled a little bit into the competitive side of things. Or at least the massive game of 4D Chess... trying to predict your opponent etc. Bait them into making a mistake, etc. There was a good time where we did nothing but Pokémon Battles for a night. And it was fun.
I am in no way good at competitive side of things - (I lose lot but that's okay.) especially in the double battle format. Single Battles I could do. (Though once again, I'm average at best) However I think the most memorable battle I ever had was back in Pokémon X and Y, where I managed to chip away and stall a Mega Aggron with a Umbreon.. And I think Umbreon was my last Pokémon but I kept using Moonlight to keep my health up. My kid self was super surprised and ecstatic that I beaten the odds... but whenever I do Pokémon Showdown I'm either testing battle stuff or making teams. I'm addicted to team compositions and doing a combination of different Pokémon even if it's not the competitive Meta....
I have the choices sorted into good/bad routes in my mind so in most of the routes, Emmet criticizes the player's decisions based on type advantage, STAB, and target. I was torn between the best and worst options for this recording but thanks to Kade's input, you get to see Durant ramming into Emmet instead of him getting mad at you for conducting Shadow Claw on Galvantula.
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Battling Emmet as a first time trainer is not going to go well! Not only is he too competitive and he refuses to let you win (unlike Ingo), he pretty much sets you up for failiure. I'm sorry Emmet but Galvantula's stats are not intended for making her a physical attacker (emphasis on the Egg Move at what cost...).
Not to mention... Emmet is a Battle Facility Head. And you don't get to battle the Subway Bosses in the mainline games unless you have a somewhat decent team halfway through the game. Even still! They can both wipe the floor with you if you're not aware that they are using battle items...
Though I interpret Emmet not going easy on someone as him challenging them to push themselves and exceed expectations. Both Ingo and Emmet as characters encourage others in their own way, Ingo through words and Emmet I believe through his actions. Though he also can say some encouraging things.
Not the most encouraging if you compare their quotes pages... Customer service and communication isn't exactly his forte... But Emmet wants you to do your best and win against him! He likes seeing serious battlers like him! He just won't let you win unless if you push yourself to do your best. You'll have to. He doesn't really have the most beginner-friendly approach...
Considering you the Farmer, have no idea what a Pokémon even is. (You're practically learning everything from Ingo, Emmet, Elesa etc.) The fact you get challenged to a Battle because Emmet wants to share his interests with you - to have you better understand Pokémon.
He just struggles with the fact that, he is essentially challenging someone with no real battle experience and it's a Double Battle at that. Controlling two Pokémon at once?! Think about the effort it takes to command one Pokémon. We all seen the Anime and how trainers struggle to connect with their partners because they're new. They're just starting. They aren't going to be Battle Facility levels of skill.
Not to mention that Emmet is a little deprived in the valley and hasn't really battled any other new passengers in quite some time. At most, he battled Iris once when she came to visit, Ingo (who's Pokemon are optimized for countering/pissing him off), and himself (I had the mental image of him sitting in the field practicing for this event like an old man playing chess against himself in a park). He's a little too far gone to fully understand what a beginner would think in this situation other than mayyyybe it would take a moment to catch them up to speed. (I would know... I swear those option paths rewired my brain...)
After inputting all of their data into Showdown, I had actually forgotten that Galvantula and Durant are Emmet's Doubles Line team while Eelektross and Archeops are the Super Doubles Line team when deciding the matchups. (Been a while since they were in the Battle Subway huh...) Story-wise, I was thinking that Emmet should be with his ace and that he wouldn't really trust anyone else with Archeops since... he has higher support needs (depression bird 💔). Eelektross and Archeops are paired up because of Gastro Acid and Defeatist. I was thinking that Galvantula and Durant are a bit more beginner-friendly; they can take a loss a bit more easilly (a little less so in Galvantula's case... she's a hater). The farmer had already met Durant earlier in the 4-heart event so he'd volunteer to return the favor of fighting for you. Once you win his trust, he's more than happy to help. As for Galvantula... She's testing to see if she can trust her clingy child with you.
I'm excited to dive into the Pokémon NPC stories... Durant and Excadrill especially.
Durant was originally going to have Choice Scarf instead of Quick Claw to help narrow down the options. It was a pain reorganizing my notes and options all over again to lump not only move choices but turn order in mind. My notes were a mess.
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Durant and Galvantula are a very luck-based combination so it was ultimately easier to write the different option paths with that in mind since Stardew's event format is verrrrrrrrrrrry linear. All of the options need to merge back into the same event (well... besides the option to refuse his friendship/battle which ends the event in the tunnel). Durant has lowered accuracy while Galvantula has higher critical hit ratios, I could write the battles based on their luck which is great because I wanted to force a loss.
I thought it would be a little too... reductive (it sure would reduce the amount of content >.>) and unrealistic for the player to impress Emmet with a victory on their first battle. Emmet sees this battle as a test on if you can follow his train of thought and be a good match for him because he's a little bit dependent on you for emotional regulation. He kind of expects you as his favorite passenger to have twin telepathy like Ingo since that's his standard operating procedure. You won't. Because you're not Ingo. You're just some weird farmer he got attached to. With the setup of a battle, I wanted this event to develop the farmer and Emmet's relationship to show that they aren't exactly perfect for each other (and Will say things that can be wrongly misinterpreted) but ultimately they will put in the effort to communicate and make things work. They won't have the best communication! But it's there.
While Ingo has a proper library confession, this event doubles as Emmet's "confession" of sorts. Emmet is already pretty openly affectionate by this point and I wanted to make it somewhat ambiguous as to whether or not his attachment to you is romantic or strictly platonic. To him, it doesn't really matter, but he does want you all to himself. He's not fond of sharing!
But... While Emmet's event may be more platonic in intent, you can still reject him. It's a lot harsher than Ingo's because refusing to even let him try to be a better friend for you is pretty harsh in itself. Ingo's is mostly the choice of whether or not you want to send him back to 6 hearts for more dialogue variety (it's really easy to miss dialogue when you try to max out their hearts as soon as possible! We're making lines for every day, season, and heart level.) Rejecting Emmet sends you back to 2 hearts and overrides his daily dialogue for the day with him asking if you're still friends, apologizing, and then getting too upset to say anything more.
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Anyways!
From the start, I wanted Emmet to be like Nemona; awkward in their attachment, somewhat intimidating in their obsession/competitiveness, and thinks of the player as their savior from loneliness. He wants to be the best friend you have because you're the best friend he has. It's only fair. Best rival for life, favorite passenger, same thing.
The mountain pass events were actually made because Emmet's original schedule included him waiting around near the bushes there like Nemona stalking the player on their gym journey. NPCs actually can't path there so when he did, he was just deleted from the save!
I also stumbled across a bug back when I made the very first introduction event where a question loops unless if you pick a certain option. I kept that with Emmet forcing you to keep battling with him in mind as a slight reference to how Nemona doesn't let you say no to being her "best rival for life". This question also makes SMAPI hate you!
Gotta love Pokémon's false sense of 'Sure you have a choice. Your choice is always YES.'
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There's probably a more fitting flower for Emmet outside of poppies. I just looked up every flower in Stardew (some of them aren't real...) and their meanings in flower language to come to the conclusion of poppies. The meanings in Emmet's event refer to the white poppy in particular. White. Rest. Oblivion. It fits. Good enough. It was a bit difficult to find more on the flower language of poppies in English (particularly the "Oblivion" part) so I resorted to Japanese sites for more information.
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In English, the meaning of "Rest" seems to precede every other meaning. Poppies are used in death memorials. Emmet and the farmer did accidentally develop a shared theme of dying (overwork exhaustion, slimes, the mines, etc... Emmet can't get a break. I'm sorry.) but I wasn't sure if Kade was okay with the theme of death being emphasized. With that in mind, I was stunned when I that saw that her first battle map draft included a graveyard. The implication that Emmet picked flowers from a memorial site...
In my mind - the area is an old train stop in between the desert area and the forest/mountains that lead into Pelican Town. Also figured there would be an abandon farm - considering how Pelican Town is struggling it makes sense that potentially other places are not in best of shape either.
The graveyard is possibly dead relatives of whatever family or farmer made their life near the rails. Of course a lot of time has passed... So much so that nature has taken back what was theirs in the first place.
I always make up stories when having a location in mind and this area parallels with the tunnel Ingo takes you through to stargaze around 10 hearts. That area being an abandon coal mining operation.... Coal, Wood, etc. was used to powered steam trains so makes sense for there to be a source for it. I'm not the best when it comes to filling up Tiled Maps with decor - but I at least put down enough for Thylak to come in and make it more fitting for Stardew
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The battlefield underwent quite a few revisions, one was having the battle area be more centered, and changing the old warehouse/worker area to be more like a train repair station with a water stop. I wanted it to feel like a place where Emmet goes to keep himself busy when he's told to take a break from working on the station.
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Here's the final map! The battle area had to be shrunken down to fit in an event. More grass was added because I kept losing track of Joltik in the dirt. There's more flowers for Emmet to observe the quality of and pick tge best ones as gifts that he's too nervous to give the farmer until they wilt and dry. Poppies by the gravestones, of course!
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I also did attempt to make a proper scrapbook sprite for when I eventually have Emmet give you his gift, but I never got around to implementing it properly since... I'm not familliar with adding custom items and its implementation changes in the 1.6 update.
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Despite having access to the modding alpha, I've been procrastinating on migrating to 1.6 since HD Portraits isn't supported yet (I know... 1.6 releases in 3 weeks...).
WOO 1.6 WE ARE NO WHERE NEAR READY FOR ALL THE STUFF THAT POSSIBLY GOING TO BREAK. LOL.
Until next time! Thank you for reading!
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Hello, I just came across your blog and I love your work!
So I had this idea for a little while now.. There is this criminal minds audio right now that’s trending; it goes like “How old are you? 29? I’m 30. - We missed your birthday? Why didn’t you tell us?” So I was wondering if you could write an Akito x reader for that scenario. The reader turned sixteen/seventeen and akito & the rest of vbs didn’t know.
Anyway, sorry if it seems confusing, and have fun!
Hi love !! Thank you so much, that means alot !! I actually had to look up the audio 😭 from what im seeing whoever plays the woman forgot the birthday of the other, so I really had to think about how'd I do this, but im hoping its atleast somewhat accurate to what you'd like 🙏 if it isnt, let me know and ill rewrite it !!
(4/17/2023): This has been in my drafts the utmost longest (4 months) because I didn't know how to start it, my sincerest apologies . . .)
Type: Short Story
Warnings: Uhhh not any im aware of !! VBS is explicitly implied to be 17 .
❥ AKITO SHINONOME x Reader: Sixteen
ft. Toya, An, and Kohane / Vivid BAD SQUAD
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You had been dating Akito for a while now. After being close friends since elementary school, it was only a matter of time before romantic feelings were felt for the other.
The both of you almost knew everything about the other, schedules, practice dates, birthdays, and so much more.
Whenever Akito had a performance coming up, he tended to forget alot of important dates, but out of all dates he could've forgotten, why this one?
story continues utc ♡
It was a little hard for Akito to explain to you VBS' 'sekai'. A world created by feelings? A world with pieces of all 4 of you connected? What do you mean virtual singers can be found there?
Once you finally were able to put atleast some of what he was saying together ( you have no clue what's going on ), he asked if you'd like to visit.
Today is that day.
"You ready, [Name]? It's a little confusing when you first go, but I promise you'll like it" Akito shot you an awkward smile. You responded with a quiet chuckle and said "Im ready! I can't wait to meet Hatsune Miku and Ka..Kaga.."
"Kagamine Rin and Len."
"Thats what I said. I am really excited to meet all of them either way. Let's go!"
Akito double-clicked on a computer file, and the room flashed white. You closed your eyes instinctively and you soon felt so light. When you opened your eyes, you saw a beautiful café, a short haired brunette, and the rest of Vivid Bad Squad sitting and talking with her.
She turned to look at you and Akito, and gave you a warm smile and walked over to say hello.
"Ah, you must be [Name]! It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Welcome to our sekai. My name is MEIKO."
You paused for a moment, eyeing her. She didn't seem mean, and she did resemble and sound like Meiko..
"Nice to meet you as well. Is this your cafe? It smells great."
Akito smiled happily watching you and MEIKO walk towards the café, soon joining his band mates and meeting the other VIRTUAL SINGERS.
One by one, as MIKU, RIN, LEN, KAITO, and LUKA gathered to come say hi. At some point, the conversation had switched over to childhood memories, and LUKA had asked how old you were.
You opened your mouth to answer, but Akito was far quicker than you were.
"[Name]'s sixteen. They're only a few months younger than me and-"
"I'm seventeen."
The room went silent for a few moments, Everyone looking at you and Akito with wide eyes, and you felt a lump in your throat.
An was the first to pipe up, "We missed your birthday? Why didn't you tell us?"
"I did. I texted the groupchat that day." You messed with a hangnail. "I guess you all had ignored the birthday cake next to my contact name or the many pictures I took on my birthday. But you guys did also have a performance on my birthday, so you didn't have much of a chance to see me."
You looked up to glance at everyone. Akito looked away guiltily, Toya and Kohane looked worried, and An was surprised. RIN, LEN, and KAITO looked angry. MEIKO had frozen up, her hand hovering over the on button for the coffee maker while LUKA looked slightly confused. MIKU looked at the 4 of them, disappointed. When she locked eyes with you, she gave you an apologetic look.
Unable to handle the silence and embarrassment you felt, you quickly grabbed your phone and left the sekai, feeling the tears and watching your vision get blurry.
The next day, you woke up to knocks on your door. When you opened it, Akito and the rest of VBS were holding multiple presents as their eyes lit up when they heard the door unlocking.
Akito started, "Hey, [Name]. About yesterday, We felt incredibly bad for missing out on your whole birthday solely because we had people to perform for. I know it might be a little late for all this, but we got you late birthday presents and food."
Kohane added on, "Akito's right. We had all planned gifts for you in advance to your birthday, but we all know how that went." Toya spoke up as well, "Mhm. We truly hope you can forgive us, and we can make it up to you in this way." An swayed side to side slowly before speaking up, "Even if you dont forgive us, atleast take the gifts? You truly deserve them."
You couldn't help but feel a little giddy as you forgave them all and pulled all of them in for a hug. You let them inside and the rest of the day was filled with happiness, gifts, and pancakes. ( Thank Akito. )
This is the best ( really late ) birthday you've ever had.
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I just had a thought regarding Recipe Lore.
Sitrus being himself one of the first things he asked Warden once they started to chat on a more personal basis was questions about his Team and all. Given how competitive he is, he probably would have a lot of fun just coming up with battle strategies and all.
He'd probably a bit disappointed but compassionate to hear about the health conditions of Warden's Pokémon and his questions further lead into the whole "talk about battle strategies besides recipes" situation.
I also like to think that once readjusted to his Home in Nimbasa and his old Team (with the remainder of his new team also being healthy again to battle) they definitely have a long overdue battle with each other. With Ingo using a mix of both his old and new Team to have enough Pokemon against his brother. Who would win? I'm not sure. But I do believe that Ingo took all the strategies and tips he got from Sitrus to heart and their battle will be legendary.
Also I feel in the end the winner wouldn't matter anyway since it was just so much fun to have a battle against each other again in who knows how long.
[It was a somewhat awkward transition going from leaving comments on Warden's recipes to actually being able to converse with the man himself. Talking about cooking and food was always a safe bet, since introduced them to one another, but there was a question that Emmet was dying to ask.
After a couple of weeks, he found the confidence enough to just go ahead and pose it.]
SitrusPieCrustle I was wondering Do you have any Pokémon?
[Emmet knew there was no sense in making assumptions about what kind of Pokémon Warden may have. While it was true that certain trainer classes had their favorites, combinations between human and mon were never set in stone. So while it may have been probable that Warden had an Appletun or Fidough—well, since he was based in Sinnoh it may be more accurate to say Combee or Cherubi—it was equally as likely that he could have any number of other Pokémon instead.
The greatest part about working on the Battle Subway, besides getting to spend all day on the trains, was that it was all about unknowns! Emmet never knew who was going to step into his car next (if any made it to him at all) or what their Pokémon were going to be. It kept his mind sharp and made his strategies flexible; it was thrilling to not go through the same humdrum steps for every single battle.
So that's why Emmet just had to know who was in Warden's team.]
Warden I do! I know that I've mentioned him before, my Gliscor, but I also have a Magnezone as well as an Alakazam, Machamp, Probopass, and Tangrowth amongst some other Pokémon that I train with on and off again.
[Instantly he perked up in his chair. Emmet hadn't wanted to set his expectations for the number of Pokémon that Warden might have too high, but now he could hardly contain his excitement to see the hints that the man was as enthusiastic of a battler as he was. A full team of six was no easy feat which meant that Warden must be dedicated to-]
Warden My apologies. I forgot myself for a moment. I only have Gliscor and Magnezone. When I moved to Sinnoh, I had to leave the rest behind with some trusted friends.
[Emmet erased the message he had been drafting up. He was going to spout off compliments to the diversity that Warden's team displayed, ask him about his strategies and what their abilities were. That didn't matter now. Irrelevant data.]
SitrusPieCrustle Oh. I am sorry to hear that Is it ok if I ask why? if it isn't too personal that is
[There were any number of reasons why a trainer would have to relinquish their Pokémon; they might not be able to care for them any more, whether physically or financially, or they didn't mesh well with the other team causing too many disruptions.
Regardless of why, it was never anyone's place to judge the incredibly hard decision that was a trainer releasing a beloved partner.]
Warden Sinnoh would have made them ill. *Is* making them ill, in the case of Gliscor.
SitrusPieCrustle I am very sorry to hear that. No trainer or mon should have to go through that. I hope that Gliscor gets well soon.
Warden Thank you, I appreciate the sentiment. Truthfully, we've both been recovering from the move here; I went from taking no prescriptions to having an entire basket full of them in what seems like overnight. So even though Magnezone is fully cleared to fight, I haven't actually battled anyone in months. That has been... irksome.
SitrusPieCrustle Were you a professional battler?
Warden Professional? Oh no, it wasn't exactly my profession; I was delegated to a different role in my previous station. Although, I did referee battles at the dojo in the village and even created some custom challenges.
SitrusPieCrustle That counts! Registered trainer class or not, if you battle for a living then you're a professional battler So challenges huh, that's pretty cool! What kind?
Warden Well, in my Paths of Solitude I figured out which Pokémon would pair well against a singular opponent. The goal was to overcome what seemed like impossible odds to reach a higher state between wielder and Pokémon. An exception to this was when faced with a Myth or Legend I sometimes upped the stakes and used three Pokémon against them so they could test their might when flanked on all sides.
SitrusPieCrustle At once?? Without the challenger *also* having three out? That... does not sound legal
Warden Really? Having all of your Pokémon out at once was considered the norm regardless of how many your opponent had. However, I and some of the researchers threw out our partners one by one. I preferred that method far better than anything else.
SitrusPieCrustle Do you mean Singles?
Warden Yes! Singles! Is that what that style of battling is called?
SitrusPieCrustle If both battlers send one Pokémon out at a time, switching out when one faints or to take up a turn slot then that is a Single Battle yup. As opposed to Double Battles, my favorite, where each trainer can have two Pokémon out at once. Multi is when multiple parties are participating. And Rotation (three vs three, two challengers only) but I don't think every region does that.
Warden Then it is Singles that I enjoy with all of my heart. Even though technically I haven't tried out any of the other variations, I know this to be true.
SitrusPieCrustle Try double battling me one day I can change your mind Double Battling is so much fun
Warden Hmm, I am fairly certain my mind won't be swayed on this subject. Singles just feels right.
SitrusPieCrustle Suit yourself! More for me :^P
Warden I am however now realizing that I am one Pokémon short of a standard Singles team. Technically, I have three Pokémon but one of them—my Ralts—is a service mon and therefore cannot participate, nor is even trained, for battling. ...While I know I should easily be able to capture another Pokémon, I don't know if I can take the heartbreak if it turns out that I cannot bring yet another partner with me if I ever find my way home. Losing any more Pokémon... It might just kill me.
[Emmet waffled over how to respond. Thankfully, and immensely gratefully, he had never actually been put in a situation where he had to give up any of his or Ingo's Pokémon.
But he had come close to such a decision in regards to taking care of Ingo's Chandelure in his absence... Ingo's disappearance really almost did kill her. All of the doubt and wondering about where he could be led to Chandelure questioning if he had passed on.
So she decided to try and follow him to the afterlife.
It took the combined efforts of Emmet and the rest of their Pokémon to beg her to wait—wait for confirmation, wait for a body even before hastily acting because there would be no coming back if Ingo turned out to be alive.
For weeks after, Emmet could hardly sleep. Constantly checking on her to make sure that she stuck around their mortal plane. Chandelure needed to be there when Ingo returned.]
Warden My apologies for darkening the conversation.
SitrusPieCrustle don't worry about it It is a very hard decision to make Whatever you choose to do, you have my full support But if you want my two Poké It is tough to swallow, I know for me especially since I do not always handle change well, but not everyone is meant to stay in your life forever Sometimes people or Pokémon are just meant to be in your life briefly before moving on they still touch and leave their impact on you despite the length of time they had to do so It is like... the relationship between passengers and conductors on a train. You might see someone regularly, greet them good morning, learn a little about their jobs or their life, where they're going who they're meeting And one day you will never see them again So you should cherish the moments when they *were* there instead of being hung up on the future where they are not Because you will meet more people to fill that empty space anyway Sorry that probably didn't make any sense
Warden No, please do not apologize! I really appreciate your insight. Your words have touched me, ironically enough. I will think more on it in the coming days, I think so as to not make a hasty decision.
SitrusPieCrustle That is good! If you want an *additional* two Poké Capture two more Pokémon so you can have a standard Doubles team :^]
Warden You are very relentless, Sitrus but I think you'll find that I am just as stubborn myself. So, in short: no, I will not be doing that. Singles is the train that I will ride, thank you very much!
[It took everything in Emmet to not comment about how if he came to Unova, Warden actually could ride the Singles Line; but it wouldn't be an authentic battling experience without Ingo...]
Warden Well, I have enjoyed this conversation greatly! It has been quite some time since I've discussed battling and strategies with another person—very few were as passionate about Pokémon as I, and those who were... it seems cruel to say that they were 'lacking' in experience on the subject so to say but I somehow always seemed to know more than them. Which led to more than a few misunderstandings of what we were talking about.
SitrusPieCrustle I love battling! And strategies! Combinations for days! If you want to talk more about it in the future we can Only if you want to, ofc
Warden I would like that very much.
SitrusPieCrustle Awesome! Great! :^] !! And, as I said, I was serious about being very interested in battling you one day maybe. Even if we just do it online in a comp strat game lol
Warden Once Gliscor is healed and if I ever add more to my team, I would be more than happy to take you up on that offer.
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