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Don't Feed the Monkeys Crawl

By: Annilucy88

(saving-word-crawls note: This one is EXTREMELY long. Be warned.)

Do Not Feed the Monkeys Writing Crawl By Enn

Intro Read from here if this is your first time playing. If you already know the rules, skip to The Game below.

This is a long crawl, based on the computer game Do Not Feed the Monkeys (which I highly suggest checking out if you’re not familiar with it, especially if you like this crawl). And I really do mean long - my test run of the crawl included 8 hours of writing tasks, plus an hour or so spent on non-writing activities, plus maybe 4k written in other prompts and writing tasks.

This is a crawl for those who enjoy dares and prompts along with their word wars and sprints. If you really want to you can skip and and all word prompts, but… I mean, there are a thousand crawls for that. This is also an interactive game-style crawl, meaning some note-taking will be required as you play it, though there are two paths you can take - one with a full gaming experience, and one with reduced resource management tasks so you can focus on your writing. You don’t need to have played the game in order to understand or enjoy this crawl, but it contains huge spoilers for the game, and having an understanding of the game may enrich the experience of the crawl.

Also, while the game and crawl are PG and sparse on details, there do involve some darker and more controversial stories, including violence, verbal abuse, implied physical abuse and murder of prisoners, political activists, and children, implied animal abuse, and implied sexual exploitation, as well as explicit fraud, Hitler parody, alcoholism and driving drunk (resulting in at least one death), pregnancy, and some themes you may find blasphemous. They are all easily avoided with a simple re-roll of your dice, but heads up if you feel the need to avoid any of those things. This is also an LGBTQ+ and polyamory friendly crawl and game, so if you oppose those, go in peace, but do please go <3

Now, without further ado – enjoy!

Day 1

“Dear New Member. Following a strict vetting process, your membership application has been approved. Welcome to our club for wildlife enthusiasts! Remember: DO NOT FEED THE MONKEYS.”

Write for three minutes as you wait for the computer to load up. While the programs finish installing, let me explain the rules of observation to you.

You will begin with four cages, each containing at least one human primate. They live their lives, unaware of your presence. From time to time, you’ll be asked questions about them, or have the opportunity to influence their lives, but watch carefully! Certain things only happen at certain times of day, and these times will vary from cage to cage. Whenever a time, or the passage of time, is being discussed in relation to a cage, assume we’re referring to in-game time, not real-world time. Note as well that sometimes things will happen in multiple cages at once, say a phone call in one and a meeting in another. It’s possible to combine tasks to do two cages at once, but no more than that, and you cannot combine tasks such as sleeping and working with watching the cages.

Speaking of, yes, you will also need to eat and sleep. If you’re uninterested in the gaming aspect of this crawl, you can skip this part and go to the next italicized section, a few paragraphs below. Otherwise, read on. Each day you must eat something and sleep for at least 6 hours. You can survive skipping food one day, but twice in a row will kill you. If you don’t sleep, you’ll pass out and lose the first 8 hours of the next day (9am until 5pm). You’ll also need to buy food – one day’s worth of food is $40, and you’ll need to spend an hour going to the store any time you pick up a day’s meal (though you can pick up multiple meals at once. With careful planning, you’ll only need one or two store trips in your playthrough). You’ll need to pay $90 rent every three days as well, and if you miss your rent payment three days in a row, you’ll be arrested and the game will end. In other words, rent is due on the 3rd, 6th, 9th, 12th, and 15th. If you don’t pay on the 3rd you can pay on the 4th or 5th, but if it’s not paid by then, she’ll be back with a police officer on the 6th, and it’ll be too late.

Now, you start the game with $90 and one day of food, but naturally, you’ll need an income. Each day you’ll have the option of three random jobs, plus any special jobs you’ve unlocked. Roll a D6 to see what you get – 1 or 2 is a mini job (2 hours), 3 or 4 is a medium job (4 hours), and 5 or 6 is a day shift (8 hours). Then roll 1D20 per hour and round to the nearest $10 to see how much you get paid. For example, if I roll a 3 on a D6, this means a 4 hour shift. I then roll 4D20 and get 19, 18, 20, and 19 (where the heck were these rolls when I was getting my butt kicked by a balrog yesterday? Sigh…) to give me a combined total of 76 which rounds to $80.

Alternatively, roll a D20 3 times a day to pick three from the list below:

2 hours, $30

2 hours, $10

2 hours, $30

2 hours, $20

2 hours, $30

2 hours, $20

4 hours, $30

4 hours, $40

4 hours, $50

4 hours, $30

4 hours, $40

8 hours, $80

8 hours, $60

8 hours, $110

8 hours, $80

8 hours, $90

Special jobs are always $50 for 2 hours of work. Not bad!

All of this means you will need to keep track of your time, food, and money, not just your wordcount, throughout this crawl. If you’re feeling overwhelmed you can go ahead and skip the food/rent/work aspects of the crawl. If decided earlier that you wanted to pass on the gaming, at least for this playthrough, resume reading here.

You may also find it easier if you keep notes on each cage regarding whether it’s open, closed, inactive, or you’re waiting for something, but that’s up to you. You’ll also want to keep track of how many times you choose a “good” moral choice and how many times you choose a “bad” one. They’re pretty obvious when you come to them, if it’s not an obvious moral choice to you, then don’t count it. If this sounds like a lot to keep track of but you still want to try and play the crawl as a game, I’ll include a template for each day with daily jobs and a cage-tracker, in a separate comment.

Most cages will give you the normal writing challenges such as sprints and world wars, but you’ll also get word prompts for each cage. These prompts will come in groups, for instance, “ Group: word, another word, more words, and maybe a phrase.” You don’t need to use the bold group name, but all of the other words must appear in your writing if you want to use that word group in the cage. Unlocking word groups will unlock different actions and endings within each cage, but not all will be needed for each cage. For instance, if you want the best ending for Cage 1, Writers in the Basement, you will need to use all of the word prompts from the Sadness, Happiness, Writers for Hire, and Fiona Bates word groups. This means you must use those words somewhere in your novel in order to unlock those word groups and use them in your gamified crawl. If you want the special job from that cage, you must unlock the Fiona Bates, Writers for Hire, and Fluids word groups. If you want the morally Good ending, you don’t need to unlock anything: you just need the ability to record the cage.

Finally, most cages will require you to research some of the things you’ve learned. For instance, you might learn a primate’s name and need to research them to find their contact information, or you might hear the lyrics of a song and need to look them up to find the title. You may choose from the following tasks any time you are asked to research:

Write for 10 minutes

Word war for 10 minutes

Write to the nearest 1,000 words

Finish your current scene

The Game Read from here if you already know the rules and are re-playing the crawl.

Ahh, Monkey Vision 2.1 has finally finished installing! You start at Level 1: Friend of the Monkeys. To begin, choose two active cages, and any two inactive cages. If you want authenticity, use a random number generator of some sort to choose two numbers between 1 and 20 (active cages) and 1 and 28 (inactive cages). You’ll find all of the cages listed further below in their own comments.

It wasn’t easy, maskedMaiden says in her messages to you, but you got in! You’re part of the elite. Thank her later, lol. She’ll tell you much the same as I have – make sure you sleep and eat, and watch your finances, as you’ll need a lot of money to progress with your new hobby. See, on Day 6 you’ll have an assessment, and you’ll need 9 cages to pass. Each cage costs $50, so that’s $250 you’ll need to spend to pass your club evaluation. As if there’s not already enough to juggle and pay for! Any time you buy a new cage, toss a coin – heads, it’s an active cage, tails, it’s inactive. Pick a random number on the active or inactive cage list to see what you get. New cages go live at 9am, and CANNOT be accessed in any way before that.

On Day 2 you’ll be more or less left to your own devices, but you’ll unlock something new – cage recording for $20! It’s well worth it, as a lot of options require video evidence.

Also, if you’re home between 10am and 4pm at any time, Wylon’s Witnesses will appear at your door and tell you all about their beliefs. This will include giving you a little house plant. It doesn’t need feeding or watering, but instead it’ll thrive on good deeds and turn black and gnarly when you do evil. If you’re not in the house when they knock, don’t worry – they’ll return many more times throughout the first half of the game, desperate to get you.

You’ll also get an email from the Money Overseers explaining that from time to time, you’ll be contacted with a request for special information on a particular cage. You’ll typically get paid $80 for these, unless the cage specifies otherwise. Typically you’ll get the email asking for information the day after you open the cage, and it’ll stay open until the cage closes.

Nothing will happen on Day 3 , 'cept your rent is due. On Day 4 you’ll get a slightly (though only slightly) less annoying guest – your dishevelled upstairs neighbour, who always needs a few bucks (usually $5) for some reason or another (never a good one). Giving him the money counts as a good deed, so have a character give to a charitable cause and smile. Telling him to buzz off doesn’t count as a bad deed or anything, you just don’t get the karma boost.

Day 5. Today will set a “generic day” frame. At the start of each day, toss two coins. Two tails, you get a visit from the neighbour, two heads, you get a visit from the postman, who has a package for your neighbour and has mistakenly brought it to you. Correcting him counts as a good deed ( sprint to the end of For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow - YouTube), and doing it three times will unlock the Mail Carrier special job. Keeping the object, obviously, counts as an immoral act, but you get to keep whatever’s in there.

Roll a D12 to see what you receive:

A brick: Include a brick in your story, and feel free to sell this one for $10.

Cherry pie: Have a character bake or eat one. Yum! It must be good, because it sells for $30.

Chloroform: Receiving this package will automatically make you fall asleep for 6 hours, and cannot be sold. Write karma biting a character in the butt.

Christmas lights: Festive! You can sell them for $20.

Cocaine: You can sell this for $9,000, which sounds great, but you’ll immediately get arrested, which will end the game, so I’d suggest against it. Have a character think better of a decision (or include cocaine in your story , if you’d prefer)

Red flowers : Can be sold for $20, so long as you include a red bouquet in your story.

White flowers: Can be sold for $30, so long as you include white flowers in your story.

Yellow flowers: Can be sold for $10, so long as you include said flowers in your story.

A live heart: Sell for $100 and don’t ask any questions.

Orthopaedic leg: Hope no one will miss this – include an amputee in your story and sell for $35.

Skull X-Ray: I wonder who’s this is? Have a character get an X-ray (or some other medical procedure, if you’re in an x-ray tech free world) and sell the scan for $20.

Urn with ashes: Sell for $26, and have a character pay respects to the dead. When nothing else happens on a day, this is what you’ll be doing instead. Or when you already have other stuff going, you can still toss your coins and see if you get any visitors, it’s up to you.

Day 6 - This is the day of your first evaluation. Today, you will either reach Level 2, or your crawl will end here.

Did you purchase the extra cages you needed to advance? You should now have 9 cages in total, including the 4 you started with. If not, write for 10 minutes as you are cast aside, back to world of your fellow monkeys.

If you do have the 9 cages you required, congratulations! Sprint for a song of your choice to celebrate. Now you need to start saving towards 16 cages, for your next level up on Day 11.

Two new features are now unlocked for you - ProOwlMart, which will allow you to buy and send items to monkeys (assuming you know their addresses), and night vision, which will allow you to see certain events you otherwise wouldn’t be able to (such as Red Fred’s appearance, the trihorn dear, and the creepy doll in the basement.) Night vision costs $20 to unlock, while market items are individually priced.

Oh yeah, and don’t forget rent is due today.

Finally, you get another message from your friend, maskedMarion. She’s done it! She’s reached the top! It’s… it’s…

…oh…

…goodbye, my friend.

And that’s the last you’ll hear from her.

Day 7 is a Generic Days, and day 8 is only interesting because you’ll get two completely inconsequential visitors – your Totally Normal new neighbours (the FBI), and your Wylon’s Witness friends, who want to check on your plant. That’s it, nothing else will happen. Days 8, 9, and 10 will all be Generic Days with only the cages and your management skills to keep you occupied, but don’t forget you’ll need to keep buying cages, reading for day 11!

Day 11 is the day of your next assessment. Do you have the 16 cages you need? If so, congratulations! Sprint to 3 songs of your choosing to celebrate. If not, your journey ends here – write for 15 minutes as you bitterly reflect on how close you came.

Assuming you’re still with us, write on. Your new goal is 24 cameras by Day 16. Remember, this is per camera, not per cage, so the cages with two cameras count as two.

Days 12, 13, and 14 will be Generic Days, though Day 15 will bring a visit from Wylon’s Witnesses. How have you done? Were most of your choices morally good ones, or morally bad? Or was it a mixed bag? If you’ve had a pretty evil playthrough, sprint to Bad to the Bone BAD TO THE BONE - YouTube as you shoo them away. If you’re meh, sprint for 10 minutes while you explain your choices to them. If you’ve been a goody goody this crawl, then spring ode to joy Beethoven 9 - Ode to Joy #beethovenforall - YouTube while you receive The Book of Wylon (which you can keep, or sell for $150).

This brings us, of course, to day 16. The day of your final evaluation.

Do you have all of the cameras you need? You should now have 24 in total.

If not, write at your own pace to one hour of sad music WHEN THE LAST HOPE RUNS OUT - Sad Emotional Music Mix | Powerful Emotive Instrumental Music - YouTube (yes I know that’s 71 minutes, sue me, I like it) as you lament your fall from greatness.

If you have, however, sprint for 1 hour to the music of your choice as you celebrate. You did it! You won!

But how much did you win? What level of monkey greatness have you achieved?

Did you close all of your cages? It’s okay if you still have one, maybe two, open. But are the rest closed? If you have more than two cages open, go to Ending 1.

If you’ve closed all (or almost all) of your cages, how was your morality this crawl? Were you cruel, or just “meh”? In other words, were at least half of your actions morally good, or were the bad or ambiguous? If you acted with kindness throughout the crawl, go to Ending 3. Otherwise, it’s Ending 2.

Ending 1: The Hum Drum Monkey

The club sends you a card, telling you it’ll lead you to exactly where you need to go. You follow it faithfully… and it leads you to the local zoo, to a broken, old gorilla, with sad eyes, sitting in it’s own filth and surrounded by soggy peanuts. It looks up, locks eyes with you, and offers you it’s sad snack, and you realize you are indeed exactly where the club thinks you should be…

Sprint angrily for 5 minutes to accept your place, or write 200 words to start again…

Ending 2: The Tame Monkey

The club sends you instructions. Stay where you are. Do what you’re doing. Eat, sleep, work, pay rent, do not feed the monkeys. Continue as you have been, in your position of power, watching the animals in their cages. This is your life now.

Plod through 1 hour of writing to accept it, or feed the word eater to fight and start again…

Ending 3: The Enlightened Monkey

The club sends you nothing but a summons, and you just know it’s time to go. You feel yourself rising, ascending, up, up through the building, through the air, through the clouds, to join your true peers as otherworldly overlords.

Write as long as you’d like from your new position, or simply stretch and roll your shoulders to start again…

Active Cages:

Pick a random number – 1 to 20

Cage 1 – Writers in the Basement AKA Ghost Writers

This cage consists of 4 monkeys, with a 5th who visits once daily. This cage is the work area of writers-for-hire, employed by an abusive boss, Fiona Bates.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Writers for Hire: uses, talent, coffee maker, typewriter, salary, pay, creativity

Fiona Bates: Slave driver, witch, self-help, wise, sensitive

Sadness: depression, cry, sorrow, pain

Happiness: Healthy, joy, well-being, cool

Fluids: urine, excrement, sweat, drool

Complicated Words: Metaphysics, deconstruction, archetypal, dialectics

This cage will remain open until you close it, or until you finish your play-through of this crawl. The cage has a repetitive daily schedule, and thus is fairly easy to beat. The daily schedule is thus:

10am: The writers will arrive, chat for an hour, and then fall silent as they get to work. Word War for 5 minutes as they chat.

3pm: The writers take a break, chat for an hour, and then return to their silent work. Take a break and stretch or walk around for five minutes as the Monkeys rest.

7pm: One of the writers, Gus, will receive a phone call from Fiona Bates’s office. Sprint for 5 minutes as they rush to finish before the boss arrives.

8pm: Fiona Bates will arrive and yell at the writers for one hour, before leaving them to return to work. Feed to Word Eater as the beast rages.

Midnight: The writers get ready to leave, after a little more conversation. Write for 10 minutes at your own pace to wind down.

This cage is fairly simple to complete – if you have unlocked the ability to record cages, you can close the cage in a moral way on the very first night!

First, all endings require you to complete the Writers for Hire and Fiona Bates word groups, which you can do by using all relevant word prompts and performing two rounds of research (see the research tasks near the beginning of the crawl). Then, if you have the ability to record the cage, you can unlock:

Ending 1: Write for 15 minutes to record Fiona Bates abusing her staff during her 8pm visit and send the footage to Shock TV. This will end Fiona’s career and earn you $100. Have a character do a good deed to close the cage.

Otherwise, you can wait until you have the ability to record (nothing will change in the cage) or you can try:

Ending 2: Call Gus and pay him $150 to quit working for Fiona, and come work for you instead! You then get to choose the title of your book, using the other word groups (sadness, happiness, fluids, and complicated words) that you have unlocked through using the word prompts (no research is required for these).

Book 1: Happiness + Sadness (or Sadness + Happiness): Audiences love a good dichotomy! Write for 1 hour to finish your masterpiece, and cash in a cool $350 for your success.

Book 2: Happiness + Happiness : Hey, audiences like to be happy, too. Write to the nearest 1,000 words to earn $250.

Book 3: Fiona Bates + Anything Else : It sells well, but you’re immediately sued for all profit by Fiona and will lose everything. You get a special job though: septic tank cleaner!

Book 4: Anything else: This will result in a flop, with no money recovered. Sorry friend, better luck next time. Write at your own pace for 5 minutes as you walk it off and move on. You still get the special job, though!

This cage also has a study question – what is the name of the “alpha female” of this cage? You can answer this once you have unlocked and completed the Fiona Bates word group.

Cage 2 – Polish Apartment AKA Foreign Lady Apartment

TW for implied sexual exploitation

This cage consists of a woman named Peole Zmeriss, and her unnamed brother. This cage is comprised of two separate rooms, so you will need the second camera to learn anything more than her name. This cage is not time sensitive – you can complete it any day you’d like.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Cows – cattle, steer, livestock, farm. The optional secondary prompt is have a scene take place on a farm.

Sex – spanking, passionate kiss, make me yours, pleasure. The optional secondary prompt is include a kinky sex scene (how explicit is up to you).

Love – I love you, hope, dear, jealous. The optional secondary prompt is include a wedding or a similar devotion ceremony.

Hatred – revenge, enemy, drop dead, sourpuss. The optional secondary prompt is include a story from r/NuclearRevenge in your writing.

Here’s her schedule:

10am – Peole will take a call. To learn her name, write for 5 minutes to eavesdrop on her phone call, then research her at your leisure to find her phone number. You’ll need that later. You do not need the second camera to do this part, only the right time.

3pm: You WILL need the second camera for this part. Peole will go into the second room to watch Autumn Place , her favourite TV show, which she is using to learn to speak English. After an hour, her brother will appear, scold her for watching television instead of working, and Peole will leave the room for a moment and return wearing a Dominatrix outfit, then leave.

8pm: Same as 3pm above.

You can study her for 1 in-game hour at 3pm and 8pm to learn a few words each time. Sprint to 10 minutes each hour to take notes on her language, and their translated words. Alternatively, you can do the secondary prompts for each word group (found above) to learn that word group instantly. You need to study her for 2 days to learn 1 word group, 3 days to learn 2, and 4 days to learn all 4. Roll a D4 to figure out which word group you learn – 1 is Cows, 2 is Sex, 3 is Love, and 4 is Hatred. The ending you get is based on the words you use when you contact Peole.

Once you have the word group you want, proceed to your ending:

Ending 1 : Call Peole and speak to her about cows. She’ll buy a cow and put it in the kitchen. Umm… yay? Write for 30 minutes as you try and figure out what’s going on.

Ending 2: Speak to Peole about sex and she’ll visit your apartment. You can pay her $50 for kinky sex, and she’ll leave her whip. Write for 30 minutes to music of your choice while you distract yourself from what’s going on in the other room. You can sell the whip for $30, if you’d like.

Ending 3 : Calling to talk about Love will prompt Peole’s brother to move out and an older man to move in, which she seems happy about. It’ll also unlock a special job for you, Etepier Ri Namraduz. Obviously we can only speculate what the job is. Write a happy ending for your story , even if you have some other ending planned out.

Ending 4: If you call and talk to Peole about Hatred, she’ll murder her brother, then turn herself in. Afterwards, she’ll call, speak to you in her language, give you $200, and laugh. Write a sinister ending or plot twist for your story.

Any of these will close the cage.

Cage 3: The Forest

A peaceful forest, filled with rabbits and squirrels, and, at night, a group of exceptionally rare trihorn deer! Though you’ll need to have night vision unlocked to see them. This cage is not time sensitive, you can complete it any time you like.

The word prompts for this cage are county, deer, rabbit, squirrel, wild, shotgun, trophy, and hunters. These are all part of the same word group.

From the cage itself you can find and research the co-ordinates. From there, you can research the location to learn that they have a real problem with hunters – write for another five minutes as you take notes.

Once you have night vision unlocked, you can sprint for 5 minutes any time during the night to quickly snap a video of the deer, which you can use to research them as well. Turns out those deer are in high demand - the hunters nearby will pay handsomely for a tip about the deer’s location.

Now you have to make a choice:

Ending 1: Contact the hunters, show them your video, and tell them the location. Sprint for 15 minutes while you chat with them, then word war for 15 minutes while you wrestle with your conscience. The next night they will show up on the camera and kill the deer, and the next day they’ll send you a hunting trophy, which you can sell for $130. You can also record the slaughter (with another 5 minute sprint) and send it to shock TV for another $70.

Ending 2: Do nothing. Nothing changes, and any time you wish, you can come and relax in nature for 15 minutes of writing at your own pace or to take a short break and meditate to this video (15 minute woodland meditation) 15 MINUTES of Flowing Water and Nature Sounds - Mindfulness Meditation *Relaxing *Soothing - YouTube

This cage also comes with a study question – what is the location of the cage? You can complete this once you have researched the location and used the word prompts.

Cage 4: The Gas Station

Exactly what it sounds like – this is a gas station where different cars come and go. This cage is not time sensitive – you can complete it any time you’d like.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Heaven Hills – liberal, climate, hills, gas, night

Colin Trewin – indecent exposure, lewd acts, collision, speed limit, excess

Loco trucker – crash, gas, naked, night, symphorophilia (if you’d prefer, you can show or allude to symphorophilia happening, rather than trying to use the word. Symphorophilia is arousal at setting up and/or watching a tragedy unfold, such as a car accident)

Kimberly Pegg – nuclear bunker, survival, militia, weapons

You can learn the location from the station exterior, then research it to find out more. Any time a car comes through – which will be many times each day and night – roll a D20. On a 1-19 you have the option to research the vehicle registration number, but nothing interesting will come of it.

On a roll of 20, a truck comes through with a lot of damage and a person stuck on the hood. Do you usual research to look up the vehicles owner, or do those PLUS a 10 minute sprint to record the vehicle and victim first. From here you’ll learn he has a lengthy history of getting in crashes and generally causing problems as “the Loco Trucker.”

Ending 1 : If you recorded the truck you’ll already be able to close the cage – send the video to shock TV ( take a short break while you wait to hear back ) and they’ll send you $140 for it. The drivers will then get murdered, but hey, you didn’t do that. Write for 5 minutes to wash your hands of their deaths.

Alternatively, once you’ve completed the word prompts for The Loco Trucker, you will open two more endings:

Ending 2: Call the trucker and convince him to turn himself in by winning a 30 minute word war .

Ending 3: Call him, but instead of convincing him to turn himself in, sprint for 15 minutes to blackmail him. He will send you $30 daily.

You have another option though, if you want to do a little more research however - dig a little deeper into the internet research and find Kimberly Pegg and her word group.

Ending 4: If you have Kimberly’s word group and a video of the van, you can send her the video and she’ll murder the driver. Write to the end of your scene while you ponder whether you made the right choice.

Cage 5: The Greenhouse

This cage has two rooms, the first showing a monkey watering plants whilst repeating song lyrics, the second showing a massive Little Shop of Horrors style plant that clones the man, over and over. Obviously, you need to have purchased the second cam to see this second room. This cage is not time sensitive – you can complete it any time you like.

The word prompts for this room are:

Plant - stem, pot, merry, pea, fertilizer

Gardener - I love you, happy heart, butterflies, fly, flowers

The schedule for the cage is: 9am to 11am – the gardener (and his clones, in later days) water the plants and sing. 1pm to 3pm – same as before, the gardener and his clones water the plants and sing. 6pm to 9pm – once again, the garden and his clones work and sing. 7pm – 8pm – the giant plant in the second room gives birth to a new clone.

First, you need to write for 20 minutes to write down all of the lyrics for the song, and then research the rest. You’ll need that later to close the cage.

Second, you must unlock the second camera and witness the birth of a clone to find out the identity of the gardener. Write for 15 minutes as you record what you can and then research the plant’s victim.

Third, you must call the gardener and sing the correct lyrics to the song to break him out of his mind-control and communicate with him properly. Sprint for 1 minute, 3 times, to correctly remember the lyrics. The gardener will beg you to send a potent weed killer called Eco Psycho, for $50. Write for 5 minutes if you wish to do so, but you’ll also be contacted by The Green Giant – the plant in the second room – and asked if you’ve sent the weed killer. Word war for 15 minutes to decide your ending.

If you win, you get Ending 1 : you resist the green menace and deny sending the plant killer, resulting in the plant’s destruction and a $190 reward.

If you lose, you get Ending 2: you confess your actions and the plan accelerates its world domination, leading to the end of the game (and your crawl). But it’s okay – if you’d like, you can always do another word war and try again.

Alternatively you can simply refuse to send the weed killer, and nothing will come of it. The cage remains open, and the plant continues pumping out mind controlled clones.

This cage also has a study question – what is the address of the greenhouse? You can answer this question once you research the gardener and unlock his word group.

Cage 6: Recording Studio AKA homage to David Bowie TW for drug addiction and chronic illness

An ageing music legend can be seen in the first of two cameras for this cage, trying and failing to complete a new song. Only unlocking the second cage will reveal why. This cage IS time sensitive – the focal character will die after four days, regardless of your actions

Your word prompts for this cage are:

Music Legend – gold records, guitars, awards, posters, lower the curtain

Sunny shore – sand, sunshine, beach, birthplace, tourists, dump

Chemical Cosmic Angel – pain, compassion, help

Here’s the schedule for the cage:

2pm to 5pm – the first recording session of the day, viewed on the first camera

10pm to 1am – the second recording session, also viewed on the first camera

1am to 3am – the legend will call someone, presumably his doctor or manager, about pain management

You will need to listen in on at least one day’s worth of recording sessions ( write for 15 minutes each ) to figure out who the man is, followed by some research at the end of the day. From there you will also need and two days of phone conversations ( write 100 words each day to get all of the information you need) and a little more research both days (as in, two rounds of research) to figure out where he’s living. You will also realise during the course of these events that the music legend, Ethan Edge, is dying from a terribly painful terminal illness which is preventing him from finishing his final work, and he can’t get proper pain medication due to his history of drug abuse.

Once you’ve completed this, you’ll be able to spend $50 to send Ethan some high end pain meds. Regardless of your actions after this, the next day he will complete his song, and you won’t see him again. The newspaper will reveal he has passed away from his illness. Your endings are thus:

Ending 1 : Do not send Ethan the medication in time, and he will pass away without finishing his final work.

Ending 2: Send Ethan the meds and observe his next recording session with another 15 minutes of writing. He’ll finally finish his song, and this time he’ll mention a Cosmic Chemical Angel in the lyrics. Sprint for 5 minutes as soon as he’s done to call him and mention the Cosmic Chemical Angel, and he’ll realise you’re the one who helped him and will send you a gold record, which you can sell for $300.

Ending 3: Send Ethan the meds, but miss the ensuing recording session and/or don’t call him, he’ll still finish his album and still die, but you’ll get nothing. 'Cept a warm and fuzzy feeling, perhaps.

Regardless of your ending, finish by sprinting to Lazarus by David Bowie David Bowie - Lazarus (Video) - YouTube while you mourn the passing of a legend.

This cage also comes with a study question – the address of the music studio. You can answer this once you’ve done all of your research and unlocked the appropriate word groups.

Cage 7: Pharaoh’s Bust

A crowd of visitors is gathered in front of a Pharaoh bust in a museum. This cage not time sensitive.

The word prompts for this cage are priceless, bust, exhibition, museum, and visitor.

This cage can be completed simply by studying the cage with 1 minute of writing, then researching the bust you see, then researching the man in charge of the exhibition.

There is only one way to close the cage: your employers will contact you asking for the exhibition manager’s phone number, and when you give it to them, the bust will be stolen and swapped for a forgery, and shortly afterwards, the cage will close.

This cage can only be closed with the Special Observation question, i.e. the phone number of the exhibition manager. This will net you $200 after the cage has closed.

Cage 8: The Phony Philanthropist

An old lady lives in what appears to be a run down little apartment, where she receives many donations from visitors, supposedly for the poor. Something’s… off, about her, however. A second camera will reveal what, so naturally you need to unlock that before you can see what she’s up to – she’s stashing the money in a hidden safe full of ill gained wealth! However, you do not need the second camera to close the cage. This cage is not time limited, so take your time.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Hidden safe – gold, jewels, secret door, treasures, roll of bills, hidden

Revenue Service – taxes, good citizen, complaint

Philanthropist – sacrifice, needy, donation, lies, poor, slander, charitable contribution, cash, generosity

Auction items – good Samaritans, china set, rug, eggs, dysfunctional family, painting

The old lady’s schedule looks something like this: 10am – a visitor arrives to make a donation. 1pm – she says goodbye to her visitor, and goes to her safe 3pm – she leaves her safe, and then leaves the house 4pm – she returns home 7pm – another visitor comes, and again she greets them 10pm – the visitor leaves, and she returns to her safe once more

Shortly after unlocking this cage, the organization behind Monkey Vision will contact you asking what time the old lady is out of her house. Sprint for 1 minute at 4pm to find out. Once you have this information, you can proceed with:

Ending 1: A masked man appears while the apartment is empty and commit a burglary. The old lady will end up in an asylum.

Ending 2 : Write for 5 minutes as you take down the wrong time, and give that instead. The same masked man will appear, but the old lady will be assaulted and end up in a coma instead.

Alternatively, you can study her twice whilst she’s taking visitors and whilst she’s in her safe (which requires the second camera). Word war for 15 minutes per visit, and sprint to the nearest 1,000 whilst she’s in her safe. Be sure to sprint for five minutes to record her going into the safe, too. This will unlock the Philanthropist and Hidden Safe word groups, and you can research these to find out who she is. From here, you can unlock:

Ending 3: Write for 5 minutes to call the old lady and tell her what you know. You can easily blackmail her for money (she’ll send $220) or an auction item (which you can sell for $190). Ominous scratches will appear on your door afterwards, implying the old lady is out for your blood. You’ll also get a warning from your employers – if you get another, your crawl will be over. Remember, we do not feed the monkeys. Write for 30 minutes to smooth things over and pretend the scratches were there when you moved in.

Or you can research further to find information for the Taxes and Revenue service, and their contact information. Assuming you have a video of Amelia entering the safe, you can now call them to trigger:

Ending 4: Revenue Services take care of the old fraudster if you send them a video and give them the old woman’s information. They’ll reward you with $160, and the old lady will end up in an asylum. Have a character air the truth to close this cage.

Obviously endings 1 and 2 are the result of a Special Study question, which will earn you $200 if you answer correctly (nothing if you don’t). This closes the cage, so you won’t have the opportunity to pursue other endings.

Cage 9: The Attic AKA The Photographer TW for sexual exploitation

This cage shows an attic, where a monkey will appear several times a day to secretly take nude photo’s of a celebrity through her window. This cage is not time dependent – you can work on it whenever you like. You also don’t need a second camera or night vision, though you will need to be able to record the cage for some of the endings.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Attic – empty boxes, mannequin, windows, skis, mouse

Actress – film, movie, teens, leading lady, princess, cotton

Sneaked photos – flash, camera, photographs, topless, naked, mirror, nude

Driver – Limousine, cap, drive, speed limit, floor it

Money – big bucks, fortune, dollars, gold, black market

The photographer will do her dirty deeds four times a day – 9am, 1pm, 4pm, and 9pm, for 1 hour each time.

There’s actually a very quick and easy way to close this cage with a little bit of profit, assuming you have the ability to record already unlocked:

Ending 1: Sprint for 5 minutes to record the photographer doing her thing, and send the video to Shock TV. They’ll give you $80 for it and the voyeur will be arrested, so write a low-effort good deed into your story and pat yourself on the back as you close out this cage.

If you want to get a little more involved, you’ll need to do some work. Write for 15 minutes to listen in on her, you’ll only need to do this twice and it can be in the same day. This will unlock Sneaked Photos, Actress, and Attic, from there you can research her at the end to find out the details of the actress she’s photographing, and obtain the phone number for her agent. If you’d like, you can write for 5 minutes and have a character do The Right Thing to achieve:

Ending 2: Call the manager and tell him what’s going on. He’ll ask you who’s taking the photos, and you can tell him it’s her driver, so long as you have the Driver word group unlocked, too (if you don’t have that unlocked yet and you want this ending, sprint the word group to quickly figure it out). You’ll be gifted 3 autographed photo’s of the actress, which you can sell for $160. This will result in the driver being arrested, so do a challenge or prompt of your choice to reward yourself for your good deed.

Ending 3: As above, but if you don’t have the Driver word group, you can still give wrong information. This will only give you one photo, which can still be sold for $120, and still lead to the driver’s arrest, so either way your good deed is done. Do a challenge or prompt of your choice to reward yourself for your good deed, even if it wasn’t perfectly executed.

If you’re feeling a little more sneaky, and you have the Driver word group unlocked, you can ask the manager about the Driver to get her name, then research her for her contact information. Wait until the appropriate time, then sprint for 5 minutes to take a video of the driver taking these illicit photos, if you haven’t already (obviously, you need to have recording unlocked first to do this). This will give you:

Ending 3: Contact the driver, send her the video of herself taking the photos, and you can then blackmail her for money ($20 a day), a nude photo of the actress (which you can sell for $200), or limo rides to and from the store (so you no longer spend time getting groceries). Write for 15 minutes as you weigh your options, and have a character do something low-grade terrible regularly throughout the story or do a single cruel and illegal act just once, depending on your chosen reward.

There are also a couple of bad endings:

Ending 4: If you contact the driver and talk to her about her attic, she’ll refuse to talk to you again. The cage won’t close, but you won’t be able to blackmail her (though you can still pursue endings 1 through 3). Include a missed opportunity in your book.

Ending 5 : If you record her empty attic and send her that video instead of footage of her committing a crime, the cameras will turn off and ominous scratches will appear on your door. You’ll also get a warning from your employer - if you get a second, your playthrough is done. Sprint for 15 minutes or meditate to this video (15 minute meditation for anxiety) 15 Minute Guided Mindfulness Meditation for Anxiety - YouTube as you try and convince yourself everything is fine and They aren’t after you.

This cage comes with a regular study question – what is the name of the monkey in this cage? You learn this once you’ve unlocked the Driver word group and spoken to the manager to learn the Driver’s identity.

Cage 10: The Porch Family TW for verbal child abuse

This cage shows a porch of a nice home, where a family meets three times a day for meals. They have a problem though – their young son just will not stop crying, and the father of the family seems to be in huge legal trouble of some kind. Both parents are verbally abusive towards the child, due to his constant wailing. This cage is not time dependent, you can complete it whenever you’d like.

Your word prompts for this cage are:

John – freeze, judge, prison, trash, case

Educational Toy – commercial, toy, TV, wheels, genius, video games, chemistry

CHPO – crying, kid, complaints, saddest child

The family meets on the porch at 10am, 4pm and 9pm, for about an hour each time. You’ll need to listen in on the family at least three times – write for 15 minutes, three times, to hear about the Cyber Trash Case and the City’s Saddest Child. From here you can research the father of the family to get his name, unlocking the John word group, and you can research CHPO to give you that word group, too. Educational Toy can be unlocked without any extra steps, as you’ll hear all about it while waiting on the other two.

From here you have two options for endings:

Ending 1 – Call John claiming to be a neighbour, and offer to buy him the toy his child wants, to shut the kid up. John will give you his address, and you can spend $40 sending kiddo the chemistry set he’s after. The next day he’ll create a giant toxic cloud, and the family will vanish, having either died or fled. Whoops. You get nothing, 'cept maybe a feeling of remorse. Write for the duration of this video (1 hour if introspective music) Delta Waves Sleep Music: 1 Hour Music For Sleeping, Meditation Music, Relaxation Music, ☯118 - YouTube as you mull it over.

Ending 2 – You’ll need the ability to record, first. Sprint for 5 minutes to record the parents verbally abusing their son, and send this footage to CHPO. You’ll get and award (which you can sell for $60 if you want) and a warm fuzzy feeling of having taken care of the child. Write for 15 minutes and have a character do a good deed to close the cage.

This cage comes with a study question – what’s the name of the adult male in the cage? You’ll learn this once you research the father.

Cage 11: The Pregnant Woman TW for pregnancy

This cage has two cameras. The first will show a living room, the second, a bedroom. In the first room, a husband and wife can be seen on occasion, and the wife can also been seen coming and going about her day, getting ready for bed, and so on. It’s only when the second camera is unlocked that you’ll hear she has a certain mysterious nightly visitor… and only when other criteria are met that you’ll see and learn who it is. This cage is time sensitive, if you don’t resolve it within 5 days it’ll close on its own.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Whoopee Weather – hat, rain, umbrella, radio station, forecast

Red Fred – family, dad, stress, chilli peppers, psychologist, demon

Exorcist – psychopath, stalker, obsession, professional

The schedule is different on different days, so pay close attention:

On the first day: 9:00am – the couple will chat in the living room. 1am – Red Fred will appear to visit the pregnant woman in the bedroom.

On all subsequent days: 11am – the couple will have their morning chat in the first room. 2am – Red Fred will make his appearance in the second room.

Now again, the cage will close automatically after 5 days, so if you want you can just do nothing and let it progress without any consequences to yourself, but where’s the fun in that? First, you need to eavesdrop on one of their morning conversations – have characters talk about the weather to do that.

From here you can research and unlock the Whoopee Weather word group, but it won’t be obvious until you unlock the second room why that’s important. See, the camera in the bedroom is behind a coat rack, and the view of half of the room is blocked by a coat, hat, etc. You need the gent to believe there will be bad weather and take his protective clothing if you want to see who later visits the pregnant wife.

Next, write for 10 minutes to contact Whoopee Weather and pay them $50 to tell the husband that it’ll rain the next day. This will result in him taking the clothing, clearing your view. Assuming you have night vision unlocked, you’ll clearly be able to see, come the night time visit, the woman’s visitor – is Red Fred, the demon! He’s clearly the father of the child (which both she and her husband seem happy about). Take a break for 1 minute while you recover from the shock, or include a demon in your story if this revelation doesn’t faze you.

Write for 15 minutes to listen in on their conversation, and from there you’ll be able to research and unlock the Red Fred word group. You’ll also learn that Fred is being ‘stalked’ by a ‘psychopath’ – but now that you know he’s a demon, you put two and two together and realise his stalker is an exorcist, hell bent on killing Fred and preventing the birth of his child. With a little more research you can find the details for the exorcist, and call him with a 5 minute word war to learn more.

Now, throughout this whole affair, it’s clear that Fred is a decent fellow and the exorcist is a blood thirsty bigot who wants to murder Fred and the family simply because Fred is a demon, but Fred appears to work in accounting, love his family, and generally be a gentle guy dealing with anxiety attacks. So now you need to decide… who’s side are you on?

Ending 1: Sprint 5 minutes to call the exorcist and tell him when Red Fred is at the house visiting his family. Fred, the family, and some completely innocent neighbours will be murdered by the crazed exorcist. You’ll receive an Evil Skull in the post, which you can sell for $90, and the Exorcist’s Assistant special job will be unlocked. Write or meditate for the duration of this song ( Deum Verum Gregorian chant, 8 minutes) Gregorian chant - Deum verum - YouTube to find peace.

Ending 2: Write 100 carefully chosen words to call the exorcist and lie to him, sending him to the house when Fred isn’t there. Fred will show up to protect his family and kill the exorcist, and the baby will be born safely. Sprint for the duration of this song (Baile de Violetas from the Blasphemous OST) Blasphemous: The Stir Of Dawn OST - Baile de Violetas (Amanecida Boss Theme) [EXTENDED] - YouTube to empower yourself.

Cage 12: The Retired Dictator TW for Hitler parody

Here you will see an obvious Hitler parody named Mr Stattler. This cage is not time sensitive, and doesn’t require recording, night vision, or a second camera.

The word prompts for this cage are:

The past was… - opinion, past, glorious, values, ideals, wars, violence, cruelty

Vulnerable senior – kittens, lonely grateful, generous, depressed, old man, foreign accent, sick

Freedonia – border, country, two location names of your choice

Crazy Dictator – propaganda, invading, TV, VHS tape, moustache, bloodthirsty, allied, leader, bangs, bunker

The schedule is:

12noon – the nurse visits for the first time for 1 hour

6pm – the nurse visits for the second time, again for 1 hour

8pm – the old man sits down to watch his old VHS tapes

You’ll need to eavesdrop on the old man twice to figure out who he is and what he’s up to – once when he’s with his nurse, and once when he watches his movies. Write for 15 minutes for each one, then research three times to unlock the Vulnerable Senior, Freedonia, and Crazy Dictator word groups. You’ll also unlock the The Past Was… group automatically, but you’ll need to decide for yourself if it was horrible or great. Alternatively, you can attempt 1,000 words in 30 minutes which will go from 6pm to 10pm in-game, and cover both rounds of eavesdropping, plus all of your research, if you’re successful (if not, lose another hour in-game and sprint to the nearest 1k while you finish up).

From here you can write to 250 words to call the nursing agency who looks after the old man, and you can learn his full name. From there you can research him once more to find his full name and phone number, which will unlock both possible endings. Call him and address him by his real name, that of the dictator, with a 5 minute writing session any time during the day when he’s not with his nurse or watching his movie.

Ending 1: Tell him that the past was great. This will inspire him to leave, re-assume his true identity, and try again for world domination. He’ll send you a cap and a war medal, which you can sell for $190. The cage is closed and you’re a little better of… but was it worth it? Write for 30 minutes while you ponder it.

Ending 2: Tell him the past was terrible. He’ll get scared and leave his apartment, never to be seen again. Have a character make a tough choice to close the cage.

This cage comes with a study question – what is the postal address of Discount Hitler? You’ll learn this after researching him, once you’ve spoken to the nursing agency who visits him.

Cage 13: The Space Station At first all you’ll see is a camera outside of a space station. It indicates 8% oxygen, and a transmission time, but that’s it. This is a double cage, so you’ll need to unlock the second one to see what’s going on – a stranded astronaut, Melissa Rush, is the last surviving member of her crew. She’s haggard, skeletal, depressed… and almost out of air. This cage is time sensitive, with dire consequences if you don’t act quickly.

Word prompts for this cage are family, stars, crew, Earth (or the name of the planet where your story takes place), doubts, dreams, fever, child, mission, home, mission, and umbrella. Yes, all of them.

Only one scheduled event happens in this cage, and it’s on the second camera – every day at noon, the stranded captain, Melissa Rush, will spend 1 hour making a recording.

In order to save her life, you’ll need to sprint for 5 minutes to record her messages and send the footage to ShockTV, but if you want to contact her afterwards, you’ll also need to write for 15 minutes to make all relevant notes and then research her. You will need to repeat this whole process for three days to save her. If you miss more than one day, Melissa will die on Day 5, but with your intervention she will be saved, either on day 5 or day 4, depending on how prompt you are.

There are four possible endings here:

Ending 1: Do nothing, or do not take action fast enough. Melissa will die, and you will get nothing. Have a death in your story.

Ending 2: Melissa is saved by your actions, but you do not contact her. Save a life in your story and move on with your day, happy in the knowledge that you did good.

Ending 3: Sprint for 5 minutes to call Melissa’s family home between 6pm and 7pm, when Melissa’s wife isn’t home but their son is. You can convince him you’re the one recording the videos to save his mum, and after Melissa is saved she’ll call you personally to thank you. You don’t get anything, but it’s a sweet moment none the less. Include a cute kid in your story.

Ending 4: Same as Ending 3 (with all of the same prompts and challenges), but include a significant umbrella in your story, and Melissa will send you her umbrella as an inside joke and thank you gift. It’s only worth $10 if you sell it, but… cool umbrella!

Cage 14: Sports Bets TW for gambling and Russian Roulette

This cage shows an empty office with a prompter and an alarm signal – nothing else. This cage is not time sensitive and doesn’t require any special equipment.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Sports shots – Blackboard, plant, couch, betting

Los Dunas – Highway, desert, alcohol

Russian Roulette – athletes, VIP events, challenge, university

There is only one way to close the cage – answer the study question, when you get it, and the cage will close after a robbery. However, you can interact with the cage up to 5 times before you do so, if you don’t mind the punch to your conscience each time. The words you need only show up very occasionally on the Teleprompter, so it’ll take you at least three days (and 3 1-minute sprints ) to get started. Once you have them, though, you can research twice to find out what the betting shop is, and their location.

From here you can call them, and ask to play their high stakes game, which will cost you $90. Write for 30 minutes while you wait a day for the results, and flip a coin to see if you win. If you win, you receive $200, more than doubling your money. With a single phone call.

The day after your first bet you’ll see in the newspaper that the game you bet on was Russian Roulette, and you’re gambling on who will live and who will die. Word war for 15 minutes to wrestle with your conscience. Are you okay with this?

If you are research once more to unlock the Russian Roulette word group and find out who’s involved. This will also tell you which contestants are most likely to win, so for the rest of this crawl are guaranteed a win, instead of relying on a coin toss to give you one. If you don’t do your research, you’re left at the whims of the coin toss.

You may write for 30 minutes a day up to four more times to win $200 on a $90 wager, before eventually they’ll get wary and stop their games for a while. This doesn’t close the cage, however – you can still answer the question from your employer to close the cage that way.

Obviously, this cage comes with a Special Study question, which is described above as it’s the only way to close the cage. The question is, at what time is the alarm turned off each day? Sprint for 5 minutes at 10pm in-game to write down the answer, that’s all there is to it. Remember, this closes the cage, so if you want to do any gambling, do it before this.

Cage 15: The Trapped Janitor The monkey in this cage is a trapped janitor named Jason, who’s been left in the elevator of an abandoned building. He’ll spend his time sleeping, reading, writing, and talking out loud to a life-size doll he’s built from cleaning supplies, to keep him company. This cage is time sensitive – Jason will die after 5 days without your help.

The word groups for this cage are:

Janitor – cleaning wipes, retirement, professional, detergent, confined, broom, gleaming

Mr Cannonball – basketball, doll, friend, mascot, triple, a sports team of your choice (feel free to replace these terms with more appropriate alternatives if you’re writing a scenario that doesn’t have basketball)

Treasure Tower – idiots, giant, foggy, island, elevator, tallest building

Romance novel – romance, book, undying love, passionate kiss, lovers

Jason’s schedule looks like this: 11pm – Jason will take up and talk to himself for 2 hours. 1am – Jason will read his romance novel for 2 hours 3am – Jason will write his autobiography on the elevator walls for 2 hours 5am – Jason will talk to himself for another hour 6am – Jason will fall back asleep

In order to save Jason you’ll need to listen to him for an entire night, so from 11pm until 6am. Write for 1 hour to do all of this in one go, or for 15 minutes at a time if you do it over a couple of days. Then research what you’ve heard to uncover everything you need to know. You can shave 15 minutes off of this by skipping the romance novel section, but you won’t be able to save Jason if you do.

From here, you can call Jason’s wife and tell her what’s going on, which will unlock the endings:

Ending 1: Sprint for 5 minutes to tell her everything, but fumble over your words, leading to her not taking you seriously. You won’t be able to call her again, and the cage will close, leaving Jason to die. Rail against the injustice of it all with a 10 minute word war.

Ending 2: If you skipped the romance novel part of Jason’s night, write 100 careful words to convince her you’re not a prankster, but fail to correctly identify Jason. Dangit, you were so close! Sprint for 5 words in frustration.

Otherwise, write 100 careful words to prove to her that you’re not a prankster, then include some romance in your story to talk to her about Jason’s secret love of romantic novels. This will prompt a call from a lawyer, who will offer you $300 to claim it was all a prank and let Jason die, thus unlocking the two final endings:

Ending 3: Have a character do something despicable for money and accept the lawyers offer. Jason will die, and you’ll get an enraged phone call from his wife. Write for 15 minutes as you hang your head in shame.

Ending 4: Reject the offer, and Jason will be saved. Have a character do something good at personal expense. You’ll receive a gift, a Mr Cannonball mascot which you can sell for $120, and a feeling of person pride at having done something good.

This cage comes with a study question – what is the name of the building where the man is trapped? You’ll learn this automatically after you’ve studied and researched him for one day, regardless of your other choices.

Cage 16: The Activist

The monkey here is a local political activist, living in a run-down apartment and working tirelessly to clean up a dilapidated neighbourhood. This cage is time dependent, you have 8 days to resolve it before it closes, but you don’t need anything for any of the endings, 'cept a bit of time and money.

Your word groups are:

Rick: Kitchen, association, neighbourhood, residents, manipulation

Angelo’s: Heart attack, chicken, wings, coronary, sauce

Rick’s schedule is pretty simple: 10am – Rick wakes up and Pete arrives, they chat about the neighbourhood for 1 hour 2pm – Rick’s food arrives, delivered from Angelo’s kitchen 7pm – Pete returns and they chat some more! 1am – Rick goes to sleep

Ending 1: Do nothing. Rick will succeed after 8 days. There are no benefits to you, but this is a blessing if you’re feeling overwhelmed.

To unlock both word groups, simply listen in on one conversation with Pete and one delivery, and then wait until the next day when you can learn everything else you need from the newspaper. Write for 15 minutes to take all the notes you need, then on your second day with this cage, research once to fill in the blanks. Then you have two options:

Ending 2: Contact Rick and support him financially through donations. He’ll ask for $25 right away, $25 dollars the next day, and $15 the day after that. If you give him money each time he asks, he’ll succeed in his goals and you’ll open up the Social Worker special job. Obviously this is the morally good option, so have a character fund a charitable cause to close the cage. If you can’t afford it at any point, Rick appreciates all you’ve done and the cage closes anyway, but you don’t get the extra job.

Ending 3: Contact him and tell him to change his diet. He’ll know that he’s being watched, and flee. This doesn’t gain you anything, but it keeps him safe. Write a near miss into your story to complete the cage. Alternatively, you can keep going. Research again to find out where he’s getting his daily lunches, which he seems to be addicted to, then write for 5 minutes to call them and convince them you’re Rick and just want to check they have the right address for you. This way you can learn Rick’s address, and use it to answer the study question.

Ending 4: Answer the study question, and Rick will be murdered to keep him quiet, netting you $100 at the cost of his life. Bonus quest: once you’ve called Angelo’s, use your new-found power to order food for Rick. He’s a bit confused but otherwise this doesn’t change anything and doesn’t close the cage. Write an extra 100 words and have your characters order take-out (or their setting’s equivalent)

Cage 17 - Cassady TW for alcoholism, drunk driving, and deaths ensuing from such

This monkey sits in a cubical and answers a phone, though she seems perfectly happy to do so. You quickly learn she’s struggling with alcoholism, and using her job to keep her dry. This cage is not time dependent, but requires access to the online store to close.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Alice Cassady – fainting spell, temptation, alcoholism, trial

Insurance company – policy, settlement, accident, prudence

Her schedule is: 9am – Work begins 10am – Customer call 1pm – Customer call 3pm – Customer call 6pm – Alice’s mother calls 8pm – Work day ends

All you need is to write for 15 minutes to listen in on one customer call (which will take 2 hours), and research to give you the name of the company Alice works for, along with the company’s phone number. Then write for another 15 minutes and listen for another 2 hours when Alice’s mother calls, and research once more. This will give you her name and address, and let you know all about Alice’s struggle with alcohol.

You also realise that she’s driven drunk at least once and crashed her car, which her rich parents magic’ed away with money and a good lawyer, so Alice hasn’t faced any consequences… and it seems she’s not being allowed to talk about it, either. She didn’t drive drunk, her mother insists – she “had a fainting spell” at the wheel. Either have a character tell a lie to cover for someone they love if you think Alice’s mother did the right thing, or have a character out another’s lies if you think she’s wrong.

You now how all of the information you need. If you want to be a good person, you must leave this cage alone and open, there’s only one way to close it, and it’s cruel. If you’d rather not know, and just leave Alice to live her life, write an act of kindness into your story and leave the cage open.

Otherwise, spend $20 to send Alice a bottle of El Dinamitero, and write a character getting drunk. The next day Alice will be showing clear signs of inebriation. It’s not too late – if you stop now, she’ll be okay. Have a character change their mind to walk away now.

If you want to proceed and close the cage, send another bottle for another $20 and have a character suffer serious effects of drug or alcohol use . Alice will be barely functional the next day. You can call her if you’d like, and, with a 5 minute word war , you can convince her you’re due an insurance payout. If you win your word war, you get $200, otherwise you get $100.

That night, Alice will die whilst driving drunk, and the cage will close. Kill a character you previously planned to keep alive.

Cage 18: The liquor store

This cage is open from midnight until 9am, and will show a sleeping clerk, an assortment of somewhat dodgy customers… and nightly thefts! This cage is time sensitive and will close on its own due to the repeated thefts, if you don’t intervene.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Liquor store – customer, tequila, whisky, beer, rope, tape, late night, cigarettes, razor blades, hypodermic needles

Theft – cash register, sleeping guy, weapon, masked man

Leather Guard Angels - button, bikers, security company, guards

The best bit is there’s no schedule for this cage, so if you want to interact with it, it’ll take the whole night to keep watch! First, write for 1 hour, or take a break, while you keep an eye on the cage overnight. One night will give you the Theft and Liquor Store word groups, and a little research will give you the name and phone number of the store.

You can actually unlock the first ending at 4am on the first night:

Ending 1: Call the store when a customer is there, and the clerk will wake up and shoot them, regardless of who it is. Do a 10 minute word war while you wrestle with your conscience. If you’d like, you can also sprint for 5 minutes in include a voyeur in your story to film the murder and send it to Shock TV.

If that’s not your style, you can wait out the night and, in the morning, you’ll collect enough information about the Leather Guard Angels to research them. From there you can contact them and become a paid informer, write for 5 minutes as you folks chat.

From here on, any night for the rest of the crawl (until the cage closes, at least) you can write for 1 hour or take a break and forego all other night time in-game activities for the joy of sitting at the screen for 9 hours watching for the horse-masked thief. Reporting it to the Angels will net you $40 a time, and improve your moral rating, so if that’s something you care about, this is a good option.

Ending 2: Just do nothing. If you miss 5 burglaries, the store will close, and the cage along with it. This doesn’t affect your morality. Have a character do nothing, or take another break, to close out the cage.

This cage also comes with a study question – what’s the name of the company managing security? You can answer and cash in on this one once you’ve researched the Leather Guard Angels in the morning.

Cage 19: Crop Circle

An ordinary field… at least at first! This cage isn’t time dependent and doesn’t require any equipment to interact with, just lucky timing.

The word prompts for this cage are old, antique, windmill, city, mountains, fields, woods, mystery, and messages.

There is no schedule to this cage, the only thing to wait for is a train passing through. Flip a coin any time you’re home and at your desk (in game) – the first time you get a heads, the train will appear. Sprint for 5 minutes to catch it, a research to figure out where the field is.

Then you wait. After a few days, a crop circle will appear in the field! Include an otherworldly event in your story, and research to find out about a gentleman named Stefan Sentinel who would very much like to know about your crop circle. Write for 10 minutes to tell him where it is, and the cage will close. The next day you’ll get a call from Stefan expressing his gratitude, and he’ll give you $110 along with it. Score! Have a character come in to some easy money and close the cage.

There’s also a study question for this cage; the location of the field. You can answer this as soon as you’ve caught the train and done the first bit of research.

Cage 20: The cross-dressing accountant

An accountant takes phone calls from customers and works at his computer, all the time sounding painfully bored with his life as it is. But things get a little more interesting at midnight, when a disco ball descends and he turns into the She-Wolf of Wall Street! This cage isn’t time sensitive and requires no special equipment.

The word prompts for this cage are:

Financial advisor : finances, numbers, balance, low cost, bankruptcy, money, debts, advice, professionalism, audit

The She wolf of Wall Street : stage name, double life, man, wig

Here is his schedule: 1pm – He receives his first call from an existing customer, where he mentions needing advice 5pm – He receives a call from a new customer, where he mentions his company motto 8pm – He receives a call from him agent Midnight – He performs in front of his mirror, revealing his stage name.

Write for 5 minutes for each conversation you listen to, each of which will take one in-game hour. The 1pm call is necessary to offer him advice (which you must be able to do for Endings 1 and 2), and the 5pm call is necessary to learn his name (which you need for any ending). The 8pm call isn’t necessary, but it’ll be helpful if you want to try and blackmail him.

At any point after the 5pm call you can research once to learn the accountant’s identity and phone number. Once you have all the information you want, sit back and relax (or do a writing sprint) to John Barrowman performing I Am What I Am I Am What I Am John Barrowman - YouTube as you take notes on the She-Wolf’s show.

Give him a call on Day 2 and choose your ending:

Ending 1: Blackmail. Did you do your 5 minutes for his 8pm call from his agent? If not, have a character gamble and lose – if you’d listened to the call you’d know he doesn’t respond to blackmail. His cage will close and you’ll have no further opportunities to interact. If you have listened to the call, write a near miss into your story – you know better than to try and blackmail him, and may attempt another ending instead.

Ending 2: Encourage him to follow him dreams, quit his day job, and become The She-Wolf of Wall Street professional. Sprint 1k because we can do anything. The cage will close and he’ll become an overnight success! He’ll call the thank you, and will send you $50 every 3 days for the rest of the crawl.

Ending 3: Tell him he’s being ridiculous and should abandon his dream. He’ll be heartbroken, but, sobbing, he’ll accept your advice. Have a good character do something cruel as the cage, like the accountant’s dreams, shut down. You’ll receive his wig the next day in the post, which you can sell for $90. Oh also, whilst the cage will close, you’ll still get an alert every time he takes a call, so every day for the rest of the crawl, if you’re at your desk at 1pm or 5pm, stop what you’re doing and write 10 words as you quickly check and remind yourself that it’s not actually an active cage.

Non-Interactive Cages (Random number 1-26):

1 – The Hen House. Hens appear between 9:00 and 9:15, eat, and scatter at 18:00 to 18:15. Nothing else happens. Get a snack.

2 – Robot Arm. A robot arm works on an assembly line, mounting parts day and night. Create a new character or prop for your story.

3 – Warehouse. A room full of boxes. Occasionally, a forklift truck will re-organize them. How well organized is your novel? How about your notes and reference material? Reorganize as needed, and save your work.

4 – Kennel. This cage features a dog in a kennel, sometimes alert, sometimes sleeping. No one else is ever seen and no one interacts with the dog, nor does the dog ever leave the kennel. Incorporate a cage into your story.

5 – Thermal Scanner. This cage is a human thermal scanner, though many of the people scanned aren’t that human at all. Include a person who is not what they seem.

6 – Billboard. A shot of an outdoors billboard. Every day it will announce upcoming music, movie premiers, or political campaigning. Have an announcement in your novel.

7 – Excavation Site. Over the course of five days, several archaeologists uncover either a dinosaur skeleton, a flying saucer, or a human skeleton with a shopping cart. Have a character dig something up (literally or figuratively).

8 – Wind Turbine. A shot of a wind turbine, turning constantly. Nothing else happens. Go outside. Get some fresh air.

9 – ATM. Just shots of people using an ATM, with nothing special happening. Have a character check their financial situation.

10 – Pendulum. Literally just a pendulum, swinging back and forth. It never changes, and nothing else ever happens. Take a break, take a nap, or meditate.

11 – Driveway. You see a driveway and garage. Occasionally, a car drives in. Have your characters travel or otherwise feature travel in your story.

12 – Laundromat. Just a laundromat, nothing interesting ever happens there. Do some chores or have your characters do some.

13 – Airport. Just a wide shot of an airport, functioning as normal. Make someone fly (preferably in your book).

14 – Highway. This cage shows a never-stopping highway and bridge. Write for one hour because you, too, never stop.

15 - Glitched camera. Exactly as it sounds – this camera seems to be broken, showing nothing but a colourful pattern. And, very occasionally, a disturbing subliminal message. Have a character kill their parents.

16 – Seaside. It shows the ocean and cliffs, and that’s it. Still, it’s pretty. Meditate to ocean sounds, or have characters visit the sea.

17 – Train tracks. A very close up of a section of track. Very occasionally, a train will pass. Sprint for 30 seconds as you catch a glimpse of it.

18 – Construction. Over the course of 9 days, you see a building being worked on, one floor at a time. After 7 days it will collapse, prompting a restart on day 8, and a news article on day 9 about the corners being cut on safety and materials in construction. Complete a tortoise race (10 minutes writing with a small goal, such as 100 words, repeated 6 times, without breaks) to remind yourself that slow and steady is the way to get things done.

19 – Store front. Over 10 days, a store will show different eras of clothing – clothing from the 20s, 60s, and 80s, followed by futuristic and contemporary clothing, and finally the store will go out of business. Write to the next palindrome as you take a trip through time.

20 – Basement. The cage starts off dark – you must unlock night vision before you can see what’s in there. When you do, you’ll see a generic basement, with many items of clutter… including a creepy doll on the top shelf. Write for 5 minutes to ignore it. On day 2 it’ll be on the lower shelf. Write for 5 more minutes as you pretend it was there all along. On day 3 it’ll be standing in the corner. Write for 5 more minutes as you switch screens and pretend that’s normal. On day 4 it’ll be closer to the camera, standing just on the other side of the railings. Sprint for 5 minutes to quickly switch and move on. On day 5, it’ll be very close to the camera, waiting to scare you. Take a break for as long as you need. On day 6, it’ll be gone, and on day 7, it’ll be delivered to your apartment, having apparently posted itself to you. Do you keep the doll, or sell it? If you keep it, include a creepy doll in your story and consider the cage closed. If you sell it, sprint for 15 minutes to secure an owner and get it the heck out of your apartment, pronto (you also get $20.). It will return, lightly bloodstained, after 2 days, and a newspaper article will reveal it is responsible for the murder of a husband, wife, and young child. You can sell it again for $15 – if you do so, word war for 15 minutes as you wrestle with your conscience. If not, include a creepy doll or include an act of repentance in your story. It’ll return once more after 2 more days, this time covered in blood. If you sell it again (for $10 this time), write for 30 minutes to come to terms with what you’ve done. If not, include a monster, a act of repentance, or a creepy doll in your story. The doll will not return again.

21 – Tanning bed. Once in a while, the curtain will move and someone will appear, but that’s it. Write for 7 minutes as you work on your tan, or sprint for 3 songs of your choice while you wait for your friend to finish working on theirs.

22 – Tire dump. On the first day all you’ll see is tires for as far as the eye can see. On the second day, there’ll be a small fire – write 50 words. On the third day, there’ll be more flames – write 100 words. On the fourth day, there will be a blaze – write 200 words. The blaze will continue until the end of the crawl – write 200 words per day as the fire blazes on.

23 – Prison Cell. A blond woman can be seen doing push-ups and generally walking around and living in the cell. On the first 2 days, nothing happens – do nothing. On day 3, the prisoner will develop a black eye. Include an injury in your story. On the fifth day, they will develop a head wound. Include a serious injury in your story. On the sixth day, they will also develop a bruised lip – include another injury or a fist fight in your story. On the 7th day, the cage will go dark, and a news article will be published about prisoner mistreatment and deaths. Include a murder in your story.

24 – Microwave. Just a microwave, being a microwave. On any given day you might see adults using the microwave for its intended purpose (reheating food), or a child putting in an inedible object. Flip a coin – heads, someone’s just preparing their meal. Write for 10 minutes until the timer is done, or get a drink and/or snack if you need one. If the coin toss is tails, it’s the child. Roll a D4 to determine what’s going in the microwave. 1 – a doll, which will be melted when it’s taken out later. Have something be destroyed in your story. 2 – a hamster, which will survive. Have a near miss or lucky escape in your story. 3 – A phone, which will be scorched when done. Include a serious miscommunication in your story. 4 – wet underwear, which will somehow come out ironed. Include an act of magic in your story.

25 – Shrine. A live priest in a catholic church will come and go from an altar, pretending to be a relic. Include a fraud in your story.

26 – Underwater. For the first two days all you will see is an underwater location. On day 3, a body will appear “wearing cement shoes” at the water’s bottom. Include a murder or an unpleasant surprise in your story. Over the next two days, the body will slowly decompose. Include something gruesome that gets worse over time in your story, or write 100 words on day 4 of the cage, write 200 words on day 5 of the cage, and write 300 words every other day for the remainder of the crawl.

And that’s it! That’s everything you need for the Do Not Feed the Monkey’s Crawl. I understand that it’s massive and a little complex, so I’ll include an example play through in my first comment. I hope someone enjoys it as much as I enjoyed making it, and it’s helpful to somebody other than just me!

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kissme-hs · 4 years ago

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Rules ♡ h.s.

Hey my loves! How’re you all? Here’s a little something based off the following request I’ve had for too long. Would you like a part 2? Let me know what you think! Please re-blog and like if you enjoyed <3 {photo and gif not mine}

Anonymous asked: could u do a Dom!harry smut where he’s really rough and strict in bed? Plzz I love ur writing ❤️

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: 18+ Smut, Degradation, Unprotected sex, slight mention of BDSM, oral sex fem recieves and gives, use of filthy language etc. {PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DOM-SUB fics}

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Softy, a complete whole soft person Harry was viewed as by the entire world. A guy who loves wearing nail polish and dresses and is nothing but a complete sweetheart. A man, in fact, a man child. In the eyes of million he was a sweet, laid back English lad who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly.

However, some knew he owned a pair of Gucci handcuffs, the shiny metal made thousands of girls and guys wonder if he actually uses them and the answer is they don’t know. He has never been a man to speak openly about his personal life and just like the rest he let the audience to allow their minds to wander in the oblivion of their thoughts of what he prefers in bed. Or how he is in bed.

All they could do is assume. They assumed he’s rough, maybe soft, or maybe enjoys role play?

No one knows really. Except you.

The only person who has seen his deepest and darkest fantasies. The only person who has ever signed the paper of agreement between you two, you agreeing on being his sub, i.e. submissive. Giving him the permission to have his way with you, be it rough, soft or a role play. Whatever it may be, you said yes. The terms and conditions did scare you. The words printed on the piece of paper came off too strong that lied on your lap the night you’re eyes were scanning it, mind finally synching with your wants, deciding it was time you sign the agreement.

*This is a confidential agreement. Submissive is not allow to talk about it to anyone else but the Dom.*

Submissive agrees to obey whatever Dom orders them to do, sexually.

Safe word to be used by submissive is “peach”, if the boundaries are being pushed, the word to be used is “red”.

Honestly, it would scare anybody who reads the further details listed in the contract and what activities Dom would like themselves and the sub to immerge into such as extreme sex toys, being tied up by ropes, fisting and other terms that you didn’t even know the meaning of. But Harry wasn’t doing it just for himself, but for you.

When the day your ex left without a note you found yourself crying in his arms, sobbing and clutching his t-shirt like a broken kid and it hurt him. So he suggested, he was well aware how you wouldn’t be able to go out with anyone after what has happened so why not help you take your mind off him? Nodding to his words, not knowing what was coming you went home and the next morning you saw an envelope on your porch.

And there lied the papers. Submissive-Dom agreement.

“What is this Harry?” You breathed out in fear as your eyes scanned the words and brain figured out what it meant.

“You know it’s not a bad thing, it’ll help you clear your mind”

“Bu-“

“Trust me, plus we don’t have to do what you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know Harry”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“good”

“Do you trust me?” You said biting your lip as you scrunched the bottom of the paper.

“I do”

“Why the agreement then?”

“Its for your own good” and with that the line went dead leaving you in complete confusion. Even though your mind had untangled thoughts and questions clashing together, not thinking twice your fingers grabbed the pen and in a messy rush glided over the rough paper sealing the secret.

And so it began. He invited you over to his place in LA. The house where you’ve been many times but that was when you were friends, you still are but things changed. Quite a lot. His hand held yours as he guided you to the hallway where you never went or even were aware that existed.

Walking a couple more steps you both were standing in front of the huge door. Comparatively bigger than the other he had in his house.

“Stay here” he said as he lets go of your hand and takes a step forward to unlock the door for which he had the key in his necklace. Yes his necklace, a master of disguise.

The second you heard the twisting of the key opening the big door he stepped aside for you to enter the room. Your heart racing with anticipation as you waited for the lights to reveal what he’s had hidden in this room, away from the eyes of the world, away from you.

His fingers flicked the switch and the you saw it. The big red room with a huge bed in the middle, it was surrounded by leashes, leather whips, ropes and the ceiling was nothing but a huge mirror that reflected every move of yours.

Walking down the shiny black floor your hand brushed again the walls that seems so cushiony as you turned your head to look at harry who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk adorning his face.

“Sound proof.” He said as you nodded and continued looking around. Your fingers touched the cold leather whips and slides across the teak wooden drawer. Turning your head one more time to get his approval which he gladly gave, your hand held the handle to pull out the drawer.

There lied several silk blind folds. So rich and expensive. Moving to the next drawer, lied about 50 hand ties, and hand cuffs. Metal, clothed, you name it he has it. And then the last drawer hitched your breath, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos and every other toy you saw in porn.

“I-I never knew you were into this” you whispered as you let your fingers ghost over the silk ties that lied in a perfect fold in the drawer.

“Now you do” you heard his message getting closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. You feel his crotch right up against your ass as he gently, yet with a slight force pushed your front againt the drawer so that you were slightly bent. His hand making it’s from your stomach dragging up all the way up until it found the base of your neck.

The cold metal of his rings felt hot against your skin as he pushed your head back and leaned in closer to your ear. His breath fanning over the love making you shiver.

“Now what’re the rules?”

“I-I call you sir” you breathed out the words as his Kept his hand on your neck giving it a light squeeze telling you to go on, go on with the rules listed in the contract.

“I cannot touch you or myself. I-I respond with words. I-“

“You what?”

“I address myself as your whore”

“That’s correct. You are my filthy little whore. Aren’t you?” He said. His voice deeper than you’ve ever before. And his hand that once held your neck now moved to your side turning you around in a one swift motion. His lips wasting no time to latch onto yours, kissing hungrily as if he’s been dying to kiss you.

And god he has been. Ever since he held your hand walking down the corridor he’s been thinking about having you his way, just like he wants. Kiss those lips and have a taste of thag body is all that has been on his mind since you signed those papers he sent.

Lost in the kiss, deep in your thoughts you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and the rules fading away from your mind. It’s hard to control and stay in the boundaries he’s created when his tongue is inside your mouth dancing along yours, so you let your fingers get lost in those curls as your bite his lower lip.

But to your surprise his reflexes were quick enough to have your hand removed from his hair and twist it and hold it behind your back in a one swift motion.

“One kiss and you’re already breaking the rules. You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you, this is your first and last time.” He groaned before he grabbed you and threw over his shoulder. His hand hving your ass a tight slap before he throws you over the big bed that was situated in the middle on the big room.

Your eyes flickering open to see your own reflection in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Your lips swollen, shirt collected right below your breat revealing your bare skin of the stomach and chest rising with every deep breath you took.

“Now listen to me, you’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror and tell me every single rule listed in the contract. One wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum. Understood?” Harry said as he unbuttoned your jeans pulling it down your legs and stopping right before taking them out when he didn’t hear you reply.

“I asked you something” he raised his eyebrow as one of he held your ankles towards behind your knees over so he could see the cheeks of your ass before giving you another spank.

“Y-yes sir,”

“Yes sir what?”

“Yes sir, understood”

Mumbling a low ‘good girl’ he took off your pants and then sat on you with legs either side your waist to take your top off, his mouth watered when he saw your nipple coming out of your back bra which probably happened when he threw you on the bed.

“Jesus. So full” he muttered before holding your hand over your head and lower his mouth on your nipple, his other hand pushing the cups down so that he could take the whole bud in his mouth and suckle on it making your arch your back. His mouth felt so warm on your cold bud as his tongue flicked the pebble hard nipple around and his bite it slightly before letting it go with a slight pop.

Grabbing a silk tie from the side drawer he tied it around your wrist that he had held in his hand and unhooked the bra—rolling it along the lilc tee that you wore until it reached your eyes and acted as a blindfold.

“Start the rules. Remember, one wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum”

“Yes sir”

“Start” he ordered. And you opened your mouth to let the words out but your breath sucked in when you felt him throwing your legs on his shoulder and his lips coming in contact with your inner thigh.

“I-I don’t sleep with someone else.”

“Cannot”

“Sorry sir, I cannot sleep with someone else”

His lips licked over your drenched knickers that covered your throbbing clit waiting for be touched his tongue. You clenched your thighs together only to be pushed apart by his hands as his nose rubbed over your clothed centre, sniffing, taking the smell of your aroma.

“I cum only when you say” you bite your lip feeling the cotton materiel of your underwear being pushed aside, sensing the cold air of the room mixed with Harry’s warm breath fanning over your sex making your shiver and you shrieked when his four fingers slapped your cunt making the wet filthy sound which only made you drop more.

“Only when I order, looks like you didn’t read it properly you little slut. Lost a chance to feel my tongue on this little pussy of yours”

“I’m sorry sir, please”

“Please what?”

“Please forgive me and eat me out”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your filthy little slut, your whore. Please eat me out sir please” you whimpered as you pleaded harry dying to feel that muscular tongue on your pussy to finally see how it feels like to have his mouth on you which you’ve always dreamt of. Even though you were in a relationship, there always has been a sexual tension between you two which is the reason why you agreed on doing this at the first place.

“That’s right, you’re a whore. A little dirty whore.” And with that you felt his tongue lick a long stride of your lips pushing them open. That one lick was enough to make you squirm, what a shame you couldn’t see his face tucked between your legs as his chain dangles from his neck and gives your a perfect view of his chest from the black shirt he wore, unbuttoned enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo to the slightest.

“Who told you to stop, say the rules doll”

“I see you at least twice a week when you’re in town”

His mouth was now on your clit, sucking it like a leech. His lips left the bundle of nerve with a pop as his hand came in to rub it harshly, before his index finger collected your juices that dripped down your hole and you heard him licked it clean and without any word you feel your opening being stretched to the fullest when he inserted two fingers.

His mouth finding its way back to your clit, licking and sucking your pussy without any mercy. Your hips bucked up in his mouth which he roughly pinned down.

“If I see you doing that once more I swear to god you’ll forget how to walk you slut” he said through gritted teeth as if you interrupted his meal. He shook his head keeping his lips on your clit to give those toe curling vibrations with his fingers twisting inside you.

He felt your soft walls clenching as he let go of your swollen clit to take his fingers out and slide his tongue inside you feeling the warmth against his tongue.

He spread your legs open as he pushed his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking you savouring every drop you released.

“I only wear red and black lingerie when I see you”

His fingers came back in position as his mouth placed itself back on your clit not leaving the swollen bug alone. Your back now covered in sweat and your nipple perched up, mouth dry and pussy waiting to release.

“Wrong. You only wear red around me.”

And with that he flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach and your ass was up in the air. Withing another second you felt a tight spank against your ass cheek making you hiss in pain.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb whore”

“Sorry sir”

Followed by another spank he pushed you back to him so that he could press his bulge to your arse.

“Grind. Grind like the little road slut you are” he gripped your ass so firmly that you could feel his metal rings digging in your skin as he held them strong in front of his crotch.

As you tried to held yourself up on your elbow he pressed your head down on the bed so that your cheek was squished against the soft cushion.

“Grind i said”

Obliging to his command your moved your ass up his all rock hard cock that you felt tight against your butt cheeks making you moan. Moving your ass in rounds and different directions you felt him buck further into your hips wanting for a release as his hands came in to grip your hair that fell down your shoulder.

Wrapping the long locks around his hand in a fist his he pushed your head back to that your tee which was covering your eyes now came down hanging around your neck which was strained because of his grip on your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck the shut outta you, gonna destroy that little cunt of yours and make you scream until you the only name you remember is mine and forget that asshole who made you cry” and that’s how your first night ended as a submissive after being raw dogged to the fullest with the rough hand prints laying on your ass cheeks.

But that was just the beginning, so when one day you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom of a posh restaurant that Harry insisted to take you to you weren’t surprised.

You mouth dripping saliva as he held your face in one hand keeping it upwards so he will have a full view of your mouth which was sucking on his thick sick. Lips wrapped around his shaft you gagged when he bucked his hips further in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making it impossible for you to take him any deeper.

“Jesus fucking christ you little cunt” he moaned grabbing your mouth so he could move your head to his liking. Following his movements, you bobbed your head hold the base of his cock, twisting your hand around his with the faint wrist while you suckled with hollow cheeks.

It all started when he saw you arrive at the restaurant. Wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves and gave all men a delicious view of your plunging breasts making the jaws drop.

“Meet me in the bathroom, right now”

“But wh-“

“Do as told”

And when you did you felt him grab you by your hair and push you against the counter so that your stomach was against the cold marble top while your ass was facing him which he wasted no second uncovering, lifting the almost sheer clothing and pushing it over your waist to reveal your unclothed bottom.

“fucking whore”

Your body flinched with pleasure disguised In pain as he raised his hand and slapped it across your cheeks looking at you straight through the mirror. His hand gripping your hair.

“Look at me” he ordered and you flickered your eyes open to see his dilated pupil and heavy breathing chest. His ring cladded slender fingers didn’t stop spanking shaking your whole body up until he pulled you back and pushed you down on your knees and stepped in front of you with his dick out and slapped it across your face.

“Open” he said holding his hard dick from the base and you did as told. Soon you felt it heavy on the tongue as he patted it on your tongue before pulling away, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face upwards to him. His fingers wasted no time squishing your cheeks so that your mouth was open slightly giving him the perfect angel so spit in your mouth making you gasp.

“Swallow” and once again you do as told before grabbing his dick and kitten licking his tip, teasing him. But he wasn’t having it so grabbing the back of your head he pushed your head forward until his shaft was hitting the back of you had making your gag, your eyes picking up instant tears and he would’ve stopped right away if they were tears of pain, but they weren’t.

“this is what you get for breaking the rule of not wearing revealing clothes until I ask you to. Get treated like a slut, a fucking filthy whore in the public sucking my dick” he groaned as you played with his ball bobbing your hand.

His grip on your hair tightened before you felt his hot cum gushing down your throat which your swallowed without his order and let go of his cock with a ‘pop’.

Pulling your face up to him he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the escaping cum and pushing it in your mouth which you happily took sucking on his thumb.

“Be a good girl, and follow the rules”

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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Demon Brothers being Soft for Their Daughters

Might just be me but I think there's nothing cuter than a Dad who loves his daughter so I made a hc for our boys. Strap in, it’s a long one!

IMPORTANT! Watch out for first half spoilers! Assumed that the child is a half human/half demon with the MC!

Lucifer

Tries to be really strict but ends up being kind of a pushover.

Oh there ARE rules that even his little girl can't break, but most of the time she can get away with almost anything if she's cute clever enough.

Pushes her to be the best at almost anything she tries, expectations be real high; gonna take the MC stepping in to remind him winning isn't everything and please cool it on the pressure.

Lowkey learned his lesson before and doesn't want to make another Satan situation so tries to take MC's advice to heart and not be quite so controlling.

Her favorite uncle is Mammon and he gets cold sweats about this every night.

Wasn't able to be there for a lot of her firsts due to work and gets real sulky when he misses out. Videos just don't offer the same experience...

Feels bad that work keeps him so busy so he tries to make up for it with toys, clothes, jewelry, pretty much whatever she likes at the time.

Would never admit it, but his black heart melts every time he comes home and sees she's excitedly waiting by the door.

One of those parents who will never stop bragging about how amazing their kid is to anyone who will listen, but never when she's in the same room.

100% that overprotective "I'm going to give you a brief tour of the torture chamber, then we’ll browse my whip collection. Oh, make sure she's home by 8" kind of dad if she were to ever bring home a date. They will know that his baby is not to be messed with (like anyone's crazy enough to try honestly).

Mammon

So over the goddamn moon that someone actually wanted to have a kid with him that he couldn't shut up about it for weeks.

Treasures his little girl more than anything he owns, even Goldie. When she's a baby the two of them are practically inseparable.

The biggest pushover to ever be pushed. She's about the only person he's ever unconditionally generous to and he really spoils her rotten.

She's just as materialistic as her father, honestly, but MC made sure their girl was raised with good morals. The first of which being no stealing. Ever. She works for every cent she spends.

On the one hand, he's actually pretty damn proud and relieved that she won't be called "scum" or anything like her father, but on the other hand like… Ew. Who raised you? (No one remind him it’s kind of his doing anyway).

For once in his greedy existence, he can tell a sob story about really needing that loan or those shoes for his beloved daughter and actually mean it… most of the time 😏

Even when she's young, though, she will ask him if a gift he's giving her was taken from someone else and, man, he cannot lie to her face. People shame him for stealing all the time but the little look of disappointment she gives him hurts WAY more than all of his brothers’ insults combined.

Probably one of the most supportive and involved dads in existence. He will be at every game, every recital, every meet. Even if he's complaining the whole time, if anyone so much as suggests that he just shouldn't go he'd be appalled.

…. He's perhaps a little too involved because he's also totally the kind of father who will lowkey stalk his daughter's dates to be sure nothing bad happens. MC, please step in. She needs privacy too.

Leviathan

Was incredibly worried about having a kid, he's not even had the best track record when it comes to pets and parenting is some high-level normie stuff. But his little girl's first smile absolutely melted his doubts away.

That being said… he's still not the greatest with little kids. For a long time if the baby so much as sneezed unexpectedly he'd start shouting for the MC and checking every website he can like??? My half demon baby won't stop sneezing, is it pneumonia???

Gets a lot less panicky as the child gets older, but in those early years he'd practically want to stick them in a bubble wrap suit.

He passed on his love of the ocean and underwater creatures pretty early on. The running joke is that his girl knew how to swim before she knew how to crawl.

Family aquarium trips are an absolute must.

The second they're old enough to understand plot he's introducing them to his favorite shows, but only the best (and most child-friendly) ones of course. He wants his daughter to grow into a woman of culture, damnit! Pop culture that is.

Sooo much text/chat lingo between these two. It's not her fault really. She was bound to pick it up but man can it sound like they're speaking tongues at times.

With practice she can and will beat her old man at most video games and, yes, it makes his cry tears of equal parts pride and aggravation.

Has a mini-panic attack every time she hits a new milestone, like, yes he's so fucking proud but also don't you think she's growing up too fast??? MY BABY GIRL!!! 😭😭😭

Cries like a baby to the MC when she goes out on her first date because he realized she's really, truly, growing up and he's afraid his little girl isn't going to want to spend time with her lame old dad anymore.

Satan

Tries to be strict and IS strict but mostly on schoolwork.

Her grades best not be slippin' or this Book Papa will take all her stuff away. End of discussion.

Otherwise, he's surprisingly chill being the Avatar of Wrath and all. He of all people understands the desire to just have your own life and do your own thing.

She'll inherit his temper though, that's a given, and if they both get going then watch out. Fights between them can get verbally explosive, but never physical. Even at his angriest Satan would never once lay a hand on his daughter.

Read to her every night when she was young: storybooks, novels, mythologies, didn't matter to him. Whatever she wanted to hear. Still, he was so proud the day she told him that she wanted to read on her own.

100% makes nearly everything in life a teachable lesson but also helps her when she needs it. He wants her to forge her own path but is still very supportive when the situation calls for it.

Would never EVER admit it, but he does just as many dad jokes as Lucifer.

Of all the brothers, he's probably the most typical father to have, there for his kid just enough while also making sure they're not getting away with murder.

Is totally chill with her dating because he knows he doesn’t have to be super protective of her. She can more than handle herself if something goes wrong, in fact, if he were to step in it would probably add insult to their already grievance injury.

That being said, he IS the Avatar of Wrath. If someone hurts his girl he’s going to have a turn one way or another.

Asmodeus

Oh YEEESSS, he's not normally the commitment kind of guy but he and MC raising a child? They'd be the most gorgeous thing in the universe!!! (Not counting himself of course)

Beautifying his baby since day one, but the MC keeps him from doing anything too extreme. A lot of baths, good moisturizer, hairstyling (when she grows enough of it), etc.

Soooo many outfits. She'll practically never wear the same thing twice and Asmo coordinates his own clothes to match hers all the time.

He actually goes out and parties LESS if you can believe it, especially when she's young and needs a lot of supervision. But he'll get pent up real quick so learning how to do a quiet quickie during naptime is a must.

His girl is all over his Devilgram, nearly every milestone is snapped up and recorded. He loves her more than anything and would just scream about his pride and joy from the rooftops if social media didn't provide him that outlet.

Makes sure his daughter knows that she is gorgeous, she is loved, and passes on every bit of self-confidence he has. Doesn't matter if she grows up a girly-girl, tomboy, or anything else under the sun. When you're feeling good just being you, heads will turn on their own accord!

Not the best at discipline and would only really step in if he thinks she's being a real jerk about something. Day to day attitude adjustments are totally up to the MC.

He is, however, the best sex-ed teacher one could ever ask for and makes sure his daughter knows there's no shame in what comes natural, just be sure you're respectful and responsible!

Completely unfazed when the suitors began lining up, I mean she is HIS daughter. It was inevitable. Offers tips and advice when he can but lets her go off and experiment naturally. Young love is a beautiful thing! (Just don't break his girl's heart though because he may lowkey curse your whole bloodline)

Beelzebub

….. MC, you're going to be eaten out of house and home.

Though his daughter's appetite isn't AS bad as his, Beel could tell it's going to be an issue from day one but he's ready for it.

Dedicates his freaking life to being sure she never goes one night hungry. He'll cook, he'll shop, he'll even share from his own plate if he has to. The thought of her going through anywhere near the level of starvation he feels on a daily basis is enough to crush his soul (if he has one)

You better bet there will be eating competitions. She never wins, but the fact she can even get close will have him grinning anyway.

That being said, he will push for a healthy and active lifestyle for her too.

Highkey wants her playing sports and doing team activities because he genuinely thinks it will help her stay healthy and make friends.

Just the right amount of discipline. Tries to be understanding but also knows when to call a spade, a spade and express his disapproval.

Very in-tune to her emotions and her needs even if he can’t quite grasp WHY she's feeling the way she is. Keeping up with teen drama is going to be the bane of his existence...

Uncle Belphie=That one cool uncle who lets you get away with anything and probably gives out sugar after bedtime.

One of the only brothers who makes a point of his daughter also seeing and exploring her human heritage too and not just treating her like a pseudo-demon�� And it's totally not just for the added excuse of sampling human world cuisine, like, come on who do you take him for? 🤫

Somewhat cautious about her dating, but ultimately just wants her to be happy. He'll usually trust her judgment but he's pretty good at reading someone's character and if he gets real bad vibes from anyone he's not above telling her, "No. Not that one." Whether or not he's listened to depends on the situation.

Belphegor

Lol MC, you could have picked a much better choice. Borderline Deadbeat/Cool Dad here!

Kids… not his thing. He doesn't dislike them exactly, they're just a lot of work and he's sort of allergic to that. He's more of a semi-irresponsible babysitter type.

Case in point, "Belphie, watch the baby" becomes "Belphie, if you're going to take a nap at least hold onto her leg so she doesn't go anywhere."

Only saving grace is she takes after him so most days she's pretty dang sleepy too. Naptime is a good third of the daily routine (not that anyone is complaining).

Shit at discipline because, like, what leg does he have to stand on? If she wants to ditch class, why not let her? Once or twice ain't that bad.

Takes her on a lot of "field trips" to the human world like he would with Lilith. Genuinely wants her to experience both sides of her identity and encourages her to explore her human side just as much as her demon.

The kind of chill dad that you feel comfortable going to when you've got to talk out a problem or need life advice. He might not be able to offer many answers, but he tries in his own way.

Will prank his kid and will not feel sorry, but is never cruel about it. In fact, this will only spur on a mutual prank war between the two.

Uncle Beel=that genuinely nice uncle who tries to teach you life lessons and how to take care of yourself… while also eating a ton of food.

Would be super confused at first if she started dating like?? How? He kind of sees her like a mini-him at times and his human came to him. Since when did she stay awake long enough to leave the house?? But otherwise he goes with the flow. Whatever she wants, her life.

He might get a bit more agitated if she starts to date a human, like, lowkey bad flashbacks to the whole Lilith situation and the MC would probably have to cool his jets about it. Different circumstances after all.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me headcanons #obey me luficer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

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mageofseven · 4 years ago

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hewoo.. its me, shy blob..

May I request how the demon bros react to Simeon and MC's secret relationship?

(///▽///) if its too much, I'm sorry!

m(_ _)m forgive meee

Aww hello shy blob! I'm actually planning to include such a scene in my Simeon section of MC's Pregnancy and Birth. However, I guess I can make a non pregnancy version of this too~

I hope you like it 🥰

The couple's relationship was discovered by little Luke. Despite making him promise to keep it a secret, the little boy accidentally made it slip one day and now the brothers know MC and the angel are dating.

Lucifer:

Laughs somewhat bitterly and without humor.

If there was any doubt MC descended from Lilith, that doubt would now be erased.

His sister, an angel, risked everything to be with a human despite every unspoken rule in the three realms telling her that she shouldn't.

Now MC, a human, has fallen in love with Simeon of all people?

Did they truly realize all they were risking? Surely they must know somewhat since they tried to hide it for who knows how long but still.

Lucifer feels a sense of...well, as if history was repeating itself in a way and his worry for MC was immeasurable.

Lectures the couple fervently

But upon hearing MC's pleas and how they talk about their love for Simeon, the oldest had a flashback to the day he discovered Lilith's interest in her human and how he originally treated her...

Lucifer didn't want to make that same mistake twice, but there was confusion with in him about what truly was the mistake: trying to separate Lilith from the human originally or giving in so soon afterwards?

He didn't know, but as he looked into MC's eyes, he could practically hear his sister begging too, telling him to help them in some way.

The Avatar of Pride sighed. He didn't know what to do for them if word got back to the Celestial realm about them. Simeon would undoubtedly be punished and the two would be split up, but what if his Father wanted to punish MC too? What then?

Their relationship could fracture the delicate political progress Lord Diavolo has made towards peace.

Tells MC he will look into some things to see if something can be done for the both of them

And eventually has a private talk with the angel, wanting to hear from him that this is all real and that Simeon is not playing some cruel game with the human.

Upon hearing the man's struggles, about how hard he fought to keep MC at arms length, but failed and fell so hard for them, the demon pursed his lips.

For now, Lucifer tells the angel keep it from others and make sure Luke doesn't spread the news farther than he already has.

The less that know, the more time a plan can be made.

Overall, Lucifer is frustrated by the news but somewhat sympathetic.

Mammon:

Real jealous, ngl

I mean, he's their first! Why the hell does Simeon get to date them?

All of that aside, the second brother is worried for MC though.

I mean, yeah, technically Lilith got her happy ending, but just barely. Like, it literally took a miracle by Lord Diavolo to salvage things from the tragedy that almost happened to her.

So what's stopping things from turning to tragedy for MC and Simeon?

Complains a lot to MC about how he should be their man, but in truth, just doesn't want the human to get hurt.

Leviathan:

Hides away in his room in self pity

Because of course MC would rather be with an angel like Simeon instead of a yucky otaku like him.

It's not until after he's been sulking in his room for two days that MC's situation fully sinks in.

Are...are they really gonna be okay? At best, Simeon might get punished and taken from them. At worst...the third brother didn't wanna think about it.

Suddenly feels like such a dick for making this about himself.

He really wants to help his Henry...but doesn't feel like there's anything he can do for them.

Satan:

Is immediately bitter upon hearing the news but is curious.

How long has this relationship been going on?

He's honestly surprised that they were able to keep this from him and his brothers this whole time.

He doesn't really see himself as an expect on Angelic culture; after all, a lot of the Celestial realm's inner workings are kept a secret to most. Many things you simply cannot read within books.

However, he knows enough about what happened to Lilith to know that this news is...concerning.

The Celestial realm is strict with their angels and won't be happy to hear that Simeon has fallen in love with a human.

This...he'll have to discuss with his brothers on how to keep MC safe if things turn dangerous for the couple.

It honestly seems inevitable that this will end in heartbreak for the human, but if they can at least keep them safe physically, that's something.

Asmodeus:

"Oh. My. Devil. Why didn't you two tell me??"

Hugs the two and tells them how cute they are together.

Asks a million questions.

When did they start dating? How serious is it? Who asked who out? Describe the moment!

Don't get him wrong though; he does understand how serious this is because of what Lilith went through.

Unlike his brothers though, believes that things might end up okay. I mean, surely this situation is different enough from before that the two could have a happy ending?

While his brothers are waiting tensely for the situation to blow up in the couple's faces, Asmo is keeping his eyes on all the good that can come from this.

The Avatar of Lust just wants to the two to be happy.

Let's his brothers prepare for dooms day or whatever; Azzy would rather be positive and remind the two that even when things look dark that their love for each other is important and worth the fight.

Beelzebub:

The only one of his brothers to immediately worry about MC's safety.

Most of his brothers were either more concern with their own feelings, either of frustration or unrequited love, but Beely just wanted to keep MC out of harm's way.

He already lost his sister to the Celestial realm's strict rules and he wouldn't be surprised if they've gotten even stricter since then.

The big guy really hoped that both MC and Simeon can make it out of this okay.

Not much of a planner, but trusts that Lucifer will think of something and is on standby, waiting to be told what to do.

Belphegor:

Pissed, but scared.

Blames all of this on Simeon.

That fucker knows the consequences to this shit, but he still chose to drag MC into it?

Is held back by Beel as he yells at the angel to stay the fuck away from MC.

After a long argument between the himself, the couple, and his brothers, the Avatar of Sloth realizes that nothing is gonna change.

Starts yelling at Lucifer to do something because things cannot repeat themselves. He can't lose MC like he lost Lilith.

Really doesn't care what the Celestial realm does to Simeon, but he will be damned a second time before he let's anything happen to MC.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me simeon #shy blob

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yandere-wishes · 5 years ago

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//Yandere Obey Me//

I’ve been addicted to this game since it’s relese! I just had to write a quick something something! Enjoy!

Lucifer

Lucifer is a sadistic and controlling yandere who wants his darling's pure devotion. He wants his darling to obey him to devote her entire soul to him. To be at his beck and call. In reality, the views his darling as a pet of sorts more than a lover.

He takes a long time to select a darling wanting one that Is already somewhat superior compared to others of their kind. Someone who will be slightly easier for him to mold. He kidnaps you the moment he's sure that you are the right one.

"(y/n)...."

He has so many strict rules that you must follow. They're even worse than the laws set for the other members of the house of lamination. He controls every word you speak, every direction you step in, every person you talk to. He suffocates you with his presence and commands, depriving you of your thoughts until all you can think of him and what he wants.

His punishments are harsh and frequent, even the smallest mistake will earn you many cuts and bruises. He adores physical torment, leaving markings on your flesh, bruises on places you can't cover-up. He relishes in it and the sounds of agony and pain that you make are hymns to his ears.

He also finds pleasure in degrading his darling. Reminding them of how weak and useless they are and how powerful and flawless he is. He even likes to make a show of it sometimes calling you names and even punishing you in front of his brothers.

"Behave yourself!"

Additional notes

He always dresses you in the finest and most lavish dresses. They vary in length and brand but are always in shades of black, grey and red. You always have gold necklaces around your neck, earrings that may be a little too long and bracelets that shimmer far too brightly. He even has a custom made ring with his name in graved in it. It one of his "rules" that that ring is never to leave your finger.

Lucifer loves to hear his darling beg, it proves to him just how much control he has over her. He also enjoys humiliation making you feel ashamed and pleased simultaneously gives him another boost of pride.

Mammon

At first, Mammon views his darling as a possession that he can do with as he pleases. If they're using full he'll keep them around. If they start to bore him then he'll simply get rid of them right....?

Wrong! It doesn't take long for him to notice just how much he wants his darling. That they have to stay close to him for him to remain sain. He has to have them, only he can have them, touch them, hold them, own them.

He shifts so quickly into a possessive obsessive mix. He puts so much time and effort into learning everything about his darling, even certain details she may have not known herself. Still, it's not good enough, something is missing.

"Look (y/n) I don't love you, I own you!"

So he kidnaps them, locking them up in his room away from everybody else. He doesn't see it as a bad thing though. In his eyes, this is the safest option for his lover they are secure and safe and his. What else could they possibly need?

Mammon spares to expenses when it comes to his darling. He gets them the most expensive dazzling jewelry that he can find. All their clothes are over the top and a bit too revealing. Anything they have ever wanted is swiftly given to them. In a sense, it's the only way Mammon knows to show his affection for his lover.

“...Okay maybe just a little”

Additional details

He has a solid gold collar with his "property of the great Mammon" engraved into it. He insists that his darling wears it at all times.

He's very kinky and has very odd tastes in sexual activities. One thing he adores his laying his darling stark naked on a bed covered in grim and other jewels. It's a mix of his two favorite things; wealth and his darling!

Mammon's punishments are usually isolation. It's mostly due to his oversized ego. He believes that depriving you of his "great: presence will be enough punishment. To an extent he is right, Mammon is the only social connection that you have left. Having him leave you for so long crumbles you. By the time he gets back you are quick to hug him while sobbing and promising you'll be a better lover and do anything h says!

He also enjoys soft touches and sweet praises coming from his beloved. It means they like him! It has to! All he really wants is for them to love him.

Leviathan

Levi is very possessive and very easy to drive into a jealous rage. He believes that he knows what's best for his darling, that's why he pushes his interests onto her as much as possible.

He keeps them locked up in his room alongside himself and Henry 2.0. Making them partake in playing video games, watching anime and reading manga with him throughout the day.

"You love me right (y/n)?"

He always dresses you up in "cute" clothing, usually mimicking Ruri-chan's outfits. He even does your hair to look like hers, heck he's probably already died it the same color too.

He's also very clingy wanting you to constantly be touching you. He makes you sit on his lap when he's on his computer. He always has an iron grip on your waist when the two of you are sleeping. Making it hard for you to move and sometimes even breathe.

“Or are you just lying to me?!”

Additional notes Levi loves to role play it's his biggest kink. He loves to reenact scenes from his favorite shows or books with certain sexual twists.

He constantly has you shackled as a sort of reinsurance for himself. He loves you but he doesn't trust you. No matter how well behaved you are there is always still an inkling in the back of his mind saying you'll turn on him somehow.

His punishments are physical and sometimes degrading. If you make him too mad he might not even notice that he's gripping you too tight and leaving bruises. If you go over the board he may even start to punch you while screaming about how much of a "normie" you are and how useless you would be without him!

Satan

Satan is a sneaky and manipulative yandere, he twists all your emotions and thoughts to better suit himself. At first, he may seem like the perfect boyfriend, kind, caring, a true gentleman. And he's happy to play the part to hide his true for just a little while longer.

Slowly Satan will convince you that you don't need your friends or your family members. That they never cared about, that he is the only one that ever truly cared. The thought hurts like salt to a wound. But the more you think about it the more the likely hood grows. It soon becomes evident to you that Satan is the only one that ever loved, ever cared about you! It's the truth it has to be!

Oh, how wrong you are...

"(Y/N) haven't you found out that I'm not the innocent flower..."

He tries all so had to make you into the "perfect darling". Teaching you all formes of etiquette, making you read his favorite books and memorizing the most famous quotes.

Satan will even try to outdo Lucifer. Wanting you to dress and look even more glamorous than his brother darling. He wants everyone to talk about how well behaved and stunning his darling, he wants them all to drip in envy of him and his lover.

"...I'm the serpent underneath"

Additional notes

Satan isn't too big on physical punishments. He prefers scolding you and turning your own emotions on you. He morphs whatever it is you've done to upset him making you believe that he'll leave you and never come back. Despite the hatred you posses for him you still can't bear the thought of him leaving you. It sends you into a maniacal fit. You need him, you don't know why but you do.

He'll have you crying and begging for his forgiveness, clinging onto his leg pleading with him to stay. Promising that you'll be good that you'll never upset him ever again!

Satan likes to keep you close by at all times. One of his favorite things to do is to have you sit on his lap while he reads. Of course, that usually turns sexual very quickly.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus is a very tricky yandere to pin. He's not loyal to his darling he cheats constantly, always has a new "lover" clinging to his arm. At first, he doesn't even really "care" about his darling, they can do whatever they please as long as they always come running when he calls.

But then he sees you with someone else, talking and touching and kiss and... It's too much for him! The sight sickens him to his stomach! He doesn't get it. It shouldn't bother him that you have other lovers, God knows he has plenty. But he can't push the thought away. He needs you to be his to only touch him, to only kiss him, to only be with him!

"(y/n) put this on..."

One night he simply decides to take you. To keep you locked away forever as his own little pet! It's not a difficult task to accomplish, he simply uses calls you over to spend the night. It's happened so many times before that you don't even think twice about it.

The shock -and hindsight- hits you in the morning, when you can't move your aching body. Legs and arms spread at different angles. Asmodeus his sitting next to you tracing pattern of hearts and stars in your bare skin. He's never been so happy! Your all his now!

"...You’ll look so sexy!"

Additional notes Asmodeus uses sexual punishments for when you misbehave. He gets you all turned on and then just leaves you for hours on end. When he gets back -most likely from a party- you'll beg him to take you. Apologizing for misbehaving and vowing to do anything he asks if only he'll take you then and there.

If you've really made him angry than he'll make you watch as he "plays" with another one of his lovers. It'll break your heart but it'll also teach you a valuable lesson. That to him, you are replaceable.

He always dresses you in the most revealing outfits -if they can even be considered as "outfits". He personally does your hair and make up, wanting you to be almost as stunning as he is.

Asmodeus is very clingy he'll always be touching you in some way. It's not always sexual sometimes it's even very casual. Of course, it'll take time before you realize what Asmodeu's version of casual really is.

Beelzebub

Beelzebub is a soft yandere but also very possessive. In his mind, he owns you just as much as you own him! You belong to each other and no one can ever separate the two of you.

He treats you like a goddess, giving you everything you could ever dream of. The cutest stuffies, prettiest clothes, most delicious foods! Anything! Anything at all, say the word and Beel will do anything in his power to obtain it for you.

"I love kissing you..."

But there is another side to the affectionate demon. He's lost so many that he's cared about, he can't lose you! It will destroy him. It's for your own safety that he keeps you locked away in his shared room. It the only way to ensure that no harm comes your way.

Out of the seven brothers, Beelzebub is the most relaxed when it comes to showing off his darling. He wants his brothers to love and accept his darling as they do with him. He also wants his darling to befriend his bothers and their respective darling.

"...Your flavor is so addicting”

Additional notes Beel has a bit of an "older brother" complex especially after the "death" of Lilith. He may treat you as a sibling sometimes other than a lover.

He'll definitely want you to get close with Belphegor and his darling. It may even end up that the twins might share their darlings or go about choosing the same one.

Beel never uses sexual punishments. He prefers to keep sex as a reward much like food. He does, however, force his kinks on to his darling, under the pretext that they'll "learn" to like it/them.

Beelzebub's punishments are typically leaving you on your own. He hates getting mad at you or even hurting you. He'll probably just storm out and come back later after he's let off some steam. Then he'll sit his darling in his lap and ask them why they misbehaved and try to talk it out.

Belphegor

The most delusional yet also most lax of all the seven brothers. In Belphi's mind, the two of you are already dating so there's no need to lock you up or even constantly follow you around.

Sure he gets jealous when he sees you with someone else. But even then all he does is drag you into his room after telling the other person off.

"(y/n)..."

Belphegor has every inch of your flesh marked with wither hickys, love bites, bruises or cuts. He doesn't mind seeing you in pain if it's to "prove" his love for you.

He gets slightly tense when you go outside worrying that something bad might happen to you. That fear is enough to leave him awake. Eventually, he'll give up and just follow you around until you return home.

However, when it comes to school or the house of lamination he'll just leave you be. His brothers are around so you're practically untouchable. Sure some of them (*cough* Mammon and Asmodeus *cough*) are useless but Beeluzbub and Satan are trustworthy enough.

"...Come sleep with me"

Additional notes Belphegor has a very low sex drive. He enjoys marking you and even watching you touch yourself. But that's usually as far as it goes.

He really likes the idea of sharing a darling with Beeluzbub and maybe even Lilith if she was still "alive". It means his darling his much safer than if it was only him looking over them.

100% of the time he will cuddle his darling while he sleeps.

Bonus!

Diavolo

Diavolo is an obsessive type with certain manipulative tendencies. He desperately wants to keep his darling safe from all three species and thinks the only way to do so is to keep them locked up in the devil king’s castle.

He uses blackmail as a means to keep them cooperative. He might just threaten to annihilate their family and friends or maybe he threatens to hurt them.

"I love you.."

Overall Diavolo tires to be as sweet and caring as he can. He rarely uses any painful punishments and even buys them rewards when they've been bad. He's so desperate to prove his love to his darling that it honestly sort of frightening.

Really it wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't always so close and frantic. Always touching you and praising you, kissing you. It's just so so much...

He always has you wearing long heavy dresses that rival those of the victorian era. Delicate golden crowns are elegantly placed in on your head. Nomerues rings and bracelets decore your fingers and wrists

"...My queen"

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Diavolo loves to show you off. He wants everyone to see just how amazing you are!

He holds so many events/ parties in your name. "Oh, it's your birthday? Well, now it's going to be celebrated as a national holiday in the Devildom!"

Diavolo regularly plans to get together with Lucifer and his darling. They're mostly quiet tea parties where the boys can discuss matters regarding the student council and how to better control their lovers. While the two darlings whisper about how frighting and annoying their self proclaimed lovers are.

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scottymcgeesterwrites · 4 years ago

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Final Fantasy XIII Review

Year: 2009

Original Platform: PlayStation 3

Also available on: Xbox 360, PC, Android, iOS

Version I Played: PlayStation 3

Synopsis:

On the planet Cocoon, those who come into contact with anything from the planet Pulse are purged to that planet. Pulse is a feared planet full of monsters and strange creatures. Both planets are ruled by fal’Cie, mechanical godlike beings who sometimes brand humans as their servants for specific tasks, called a focus. Those who fulfill their focus are turned into crystals and obtain eternal life. Those who do not fulfill their focus turn into mindless monsters. Lightning is a former soldier whose sister, Serah, is branded by a fal’Cie and taken to be purged. Lightning sets off to rescue her.

Gameplay:

Going to say this now – the worst gameplay in the entire Final Fantasy series.

The battles are Active Time Battles but instead of you inputting individual commands, there are what’s called paradigms. Paradigms are somewhat like Job Classes from the old Final Fantasy games, except less fun and more automated. You can switch to a Medic paradigm in battle and every time you press “Auto-Battle” your character automatically performs a series of necessary cure and restore spells, based on what’s going on in the battle. The Sentinel paradigm specializes in keeping the enemy at bay. The Ravager paradigm uses magic. The Commando paradigm uses physical attacks. You get the picture.

As a result, the gameplay could be best described as:

With occasional switching of paradigms whenever you see fit. You can set up a number of combinations across the characters. Two Commandos and one Sentinel. One Sentinel and one Ravager and One Commando, etc.

The party automatically heals after each battle – you can even press start during a battle and restart the battle.

I probably only used an item once or twice. I honestly don’t see why they bothered putting any items if you hardly ever use them.

You can upgrade your weapons with pieces and junk you find after battles. You find so many of them that you hardly ever think about what you’re upgrading so long as whatever you make upgrades your stats. Is this better? No? What about this? Okay, good. Moving on.

Like Final Fantasy X, the game is linear. Much more linear. You follow a long hallway for about 30 hours of the game before you can do sidequests. The sidequests involve completing other people’s focus. That’s about it. There are no towns, no inns, no villages. You are entirely on the road, constantly in battle (Okay, there’s like one time where Sazh and Vanille are in a casino or something but that’s about it).

I wrote a blog piece a while back about what exactly was wrong with Final Fantasy XIII, and it’s not that it’s linear. We play really great linear games all the time. It’s the automation – the feeling that you’re not really doing anything.

There isn’t an ounce of customization. Leveling up is similar to the Sphere Grid of Final Fantasy X. It’s called the Crystarium but it follows a strict path. You can’t actually stray anywhere or customize anything. If that’s the case, why bother making you open the menu to level up through the Crystarium? Why not just automatically do it? I guess they want to give you some ounce (more like a milligram) of control over the game.

Basically – you’re watching a long movie and occasionally get to move the people around. That’s how I see it.

Graphics:

PLAYSTATION 3 HD GRAPHICS HOMG DO YOU HAVEA BONER YET? LOOK AT THIS. FIRST FINAL FANTASY GAME IN GLORIOUS HD.

Everything is pretty in this game. Everything. There is nothing wrong with this at all.

Story:

The characters appear to reference those in Final Fantasy VII. Director Motomu Toriyama wanted Lightning to essentially be a female Cloud Strife. She’s a no-nonsense, athletic female lead. While Cloud and Squall were introspective and antisocial, Lightning is slightly different by actively ordering people around. She comes off as a dick to everyone, and that’s due to her ex-soldier background. Think of your stereotypical ex-cop/ex-CIA/ex-military action movie hero, like Liam Neeson (Bryan Mills in Taken) or Bruce Willis (John McClane in Die Hard). That’s basically Lightning.

Can we go on a short tangent for a moment to talk about how weird it is that Lightning was also used as a model for advertising in Japan?

Here she is driving a Nissan.

And wearing Louis Vitton.

Cool? I guess? Unless you start to realize that Toriyama wanted to design his own personal waifu, and that he’s completely obsessed with her. That gets really weird. And sad? A little? Anyway.

Vanille has some reminiscent of Yuffie from Final Fantasy VII, although with more character via her inner monologues and narration. Fang is vaguely like Vincent Valentine. Sazh takes the place of Barrett as the token black dude, except instead of being aggressive he’s more like the comic relief and wants nothing to do with anything. Every time you control him, jazz music plays, because black people I guess. Hope doesn’t appear to be reminiscent of anyone – he’s just this boy who yells and complains a lot with Lightning. Snow meanwhile is a ripoff of Zell from Final Fantasy VIII, except somehow even more annoying.

(Every time I see his picture I think about your typical dude bro at a frat.)

The story starts of a bit choppy as you follow almost each character separately, then they run into each other, then separate again, then join again. The first 30 hours or so gives flashbacks of 13 days prior- BECAUSE IT’S FINAL FANTASY XIII GET IT? Vanille actually narrates some events but it’s not exactly clear why or from when – but that’s a spoiler. Along the way, I got really confused because I didn’t know why some people were fighting each other when they were on the same side a moment ago. The concept of the “focus” is really weird and sometimes confusing. People with a focus simply have visions or a general idea of what they’re supposed to do, but they don’t actually know for sure unless they actively seek it. If the gods granted them a focus, wouldn’t it make more sense if the gods just told them what to do? Seemed to work in Final Fantasy XII.

In short, the narrative weaves around a lot. If you stop playing in the middle and pick up the game again months later, you’re bound to forget what’s going on. I know I did.

The characters didn’t annoy me as much as you would think they would on paper. They all have character development and that’s good. The only character that effectively got on my nerves was Snow. Snow is Serah’s fiancé, and Lightning hates him because of course you need some family drama. I don’t blame Lightning though. Snow shouts cheesy lines left and right, like “Heroes never die!”. He shouts Serah’s name the same way Christian Bale shouts Rachel’s name in the Christopher Nolan Batman films. Snow is quite possibly the most irritating character of all the Final Fantasy games. He will not shut the fuck up about what it means to be a hero.

The rest of the cast works well in that their motives and desires clash with each other. But I’m still sore about the wasted potential for a great character in Jihl Nabaat. Sazh wants his son Dejh back, who was taken to be purged by the sinister and extremely hot Jihl Nabaat.

Goddaaayyyum. Seriously, look at her.

Too bad, because she’s only featured in a handful of scenes and then dies. Her death isn’t a major spoiler, at least one that I consider, because she hardly does anything except get in the way for a moment. You don’t even fight her. How lame is that?

Then you have this annoying bastard – Primarch Dysley.

When I think of him, I think of Mitch McConnell.

Old. Disagreeable. Been in power for too long. Always in the way of progress.

Primarch Dysley happens to be as annoying as Seymour from Final Fantasy X, so expect to be overjoyed every time you run into him.

Overall, the story isn’t as bad as you’d think. You just have to pay close attention. The gameplay is far worse than the story. I could easily slip into a coma while playing this game and still make it pretty far.

Music:

Final Fantasy XII saw the departure of Nobuo Uematsu (well with the exception of the pop song “Kiss Me Goodbye”). Final Fantasy XIII continues to head into the unknown without the beloved longtime composer. This game’s score is composed entirely by Masashi Hamauzu, who if you haven’t been paying attention, already partly worked on Final Fantasy X. I immediately saw how “Saber’s Edge”, the boss theme, is similar in nature to the boss theme of Final Fantasy X.

Final Fantasy XIII made the most radical changes to the score. There are no signature themes from the series. No “Prelude” theme, no “Main Theme”, no “Victory Fanfare” theme. Instead, we get a theme called “Fabula Nova Crystallis”. It plays frequently throughout the game, and almost acts as Serah and Snow’s love theme. In some portions of the game, some woman is singing along. Yes – this is the first time where you roam around a world in a Final Fantasy game with actual pop music playing in the background – “Sunleth Waterscape” to be exact. Final Fantasy XIII’s music gets pretty poppy.

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Not saying it’s a bad idea.

Just.

You got pop music playing in the background now.

“Lightning’s Theme” is pretty sick. Her theme plays during the battles in a rendition called “Blinded by Light” – HA GET IT BECAUSE SHE’S LIGHTNING. SO CLEVER.

But Hamauzu was a good choice – the entire score holds up well and sounds like a movie score, with varying motifs running across. It can be a bit more subdued but that’s how contemporary instrumental music is nowadays, especially with film composers like Hans Zimmer.

Notable Theme:

“Blinded by Light”

Really epic, unique song. I always scat along to it as it plays.

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Verdict:

Uff.

Look, if you just search on YouTube for all the cutscenes, there you go. That’s the game. And it’s entertaining to watch. But it has the worst gameplay that doesn’t feel like you’re even doing anything. No sense of customization or originality.

Direct Sequel?

Yes, two.

Final Fantasy XIII-2.

I started it around the time it first came out, but I’m still in the middle of playing it and I have no idea what’s going on in the story. NO idea. NONE at all. They use time travel but none of it makes sense. Apparently changing things in the future can change the past. I don’t know how. I only understand a vague semblance of a plot with the bad guy Caius. While it doesn’t tarnish the dignity of the original like Final Fantasy X-2 did, it’s still offbeat with its metal (yes, metal) music and utterly confounding story. It’s infamous for this metal rendition of the sweet and innocent Chocobo theme.

Then there’s the third game, Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII

I plan on playing it after I finish Final Fantasy XIII-2, if I don’t already die from an aneurysm by then. It’s supposed to be better than Final Fantasy XIII-2 but lacking in graphics.

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bnhayyy · 4 years ago

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Why the f@#k are people jumping in your notes to critique your Devil Fruit ideas? Like you literally said in the answer you're only on chapter 50. Ugh just ignore them and please always tell us your One Piece ideas

Ahahaha, it's fine tbh. People get passionate about the things they care about, and I get the impression that One Piece is a fandom where a lot of people are really strict about canon compliancy and not tweaking the source material.

That said! Even though I am very early in the manga at this point in time, I feel like I should warn that as a fic writer and general creator, I am the sort of person who goes "fuck that, my canon now". Not in the sense that I will make posts insulting a series creator and calling them shit just because they made a decision that I don't personally like* or that I play fast and loose with characterization. I actually try really hard to remain in-character with my writing! But if I need to bend the rules of a universe a little bit for an AU idea to work, or ignore the existence of a character who nothing to do with my actual idea but has a similar power or some such**, then by god, I will bend and ignore. In that sense, I am not someone who you can expect to fret over a whole bunch of minuta or account for every minor character in the universe. Plot and the characters immediately involved in it are always my first priorities as a creator. With everything else, I'll try to remain within the realms of canon, but if I need to tweak a secondary detail to service my first priority, than I will.

*I mean stuff like people saying that Tokyo Ghoul's ending was horrible because it wasn't a tragedy or that it was bad writing because Kaneki got with Touka (which Ishida had been building toward over the course of the entire series) and not Hide (when Hidekane was a popular canon pairing), or that Horikoshi was writing his own characters OOC when had Hawks kill Twice instead of joining the villains (when there was no canon evidence to support Hawks doing this, but fanon had greatly exaggerated his sympathy for the villains), or saying that Isayama ruined Reiner's character by including a joking call-back in the final chapter and not having him be visibly depressed in his final appearance (which was after a three year time-skip, mind). This does not mean that I am opposed to critiquing things like the open trash fire that was the Game of Thrones ending or whatever the fuck Rise of Skywalker was. Basically, I'm fine with people enjoying fanon, but also think that people need to remember that fanon is fanon and not get upset when it doesn't happen.

** That said. It sounds like there are a shitload of devils fruits in one piece, so wouldn't it make sense for some of them to have pretty similar abilities?

#This ended up mostly just being me musing on fanon and fandom #But yeah. I'm fine with critique #But please bear in mind that with an exception for characterization #I am /not/ going to be a stickler for canon #As a creator #I hope this makes sense!

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cosmiclatte28 · 4 years ago

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Eunoia (Schoolboy! Taeyong x reader)

A story I worked on Summer and just had the time to finish up!

warning some cheesy fluff moments... lacrosse training...

Anyways enjoy this boarding school au! Taeyong x reader .. with bestie!Jaehyun and Doyoung and a sport leader Yuta plus MARK JUNGWOO!

ENJOY! !!!

Eunoia - beautiful mind

You run through the big hallway of Neo Culture Institute. You’re late for your Lacrosse training and that’s because your Chemistry teacher held you back after class to get explanation about your burned work.

You know how pissed Nakamoto Yuta will be to find you late again. He’s a strict leader.

Welcome to Neo Culture Institute, a school for the selected ones only. That explains the moderate numbers of pupil in one year. Now this prominent school is turning 80, pupil whose parents were graduates from this school will of course study here : the cycle goes on. The school’s known for a lot of things one of which is the Mix gender Lacrosse team. Yes a mix gender match. The rules are alternated and modified as years passed by. Neo Culture obligates their pupil to live in the school’s dormitory so they will set off as a prepared adult later on. The dormitory is divided to four towers: the North, East, South, and West tower. Each tower holds separated rooms for male and female students from different years. The tower consists of rooms and each year has their own big comfortable common room.

You finally make it to your tower, the North tower. You quickly take the stairs to your bedroom in the second floor and change your school uniform to your training attire. You grab your lacrosse stick, goggles, and mouth gear. You leave the room just to bump over a boy with heavy books falling over to the floor.

“Sorry… I was in a rush and I did not see you,” you bend to take the books and hand it into him then run for your life to the court, until you saw the lucky man you bumped was.

You got tongue tied. The guy clearly doesn’t look slightly happy. You know you screw up twice (coming late to training and this), now he won’t like you at all.

He’s no other than Lee Taeyong, a guy from the same year as yours. He’s also a North Tower pupil. He’s the quiet and smart type of man; however, He has friends here and there because of his kindness and intelligent plus handsome look. You can’t deny the one sided love you’re feeling on him. And now you just made a bad impression on your crush. In that silent moment, he speaks up.

“(Y/n) right? It’s okay… I wasn’t looking on my way too.” He shifts his book from one hand to another and pushes his glasses up.

“I’m at fault for running without looking where I head.” you squeeze your racket, heck it’s okay if Yuta will piss off for you being so late… you get a chance to talk with your crush after two years of seeing him from afar!

“Wait.. you know my name?” the realization hits you late and your cheeks are burning.

You see him struggles with his heavy books again, “Want me to help?” you take half of his books without his approval.

“Ah you don’t have to… I’m heading to the common room.” He starts his walk and you turn your body to follow his steps.

The two of you made it to the common room. You put down all of his books to the small table and silence fell until Taeyong realizes the attire and gears you’re wearing.

“Where are you heading?” he asks when he discovers the lack of formal uniform in your body.

“Lacrosse training,” you shrug your shoulder.

“Right…” he goes red; everyone can clearly guess that by the appearance and stick.

“Why don’t you see me train?” you suddenly blurt out those words. Surprised by your own mouth, you don’t want Taeyong to misunderstand you as being inconsiderate for breaking his busy schedule. He looks like he’s ready to bury his head into those thick books. You can see he’s a little bit annoyed by whatever is running in his head, and you thought breathing some fresh air can help him relax.

“I—” Taeyong was cut off by you “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you studying! Well I’ll go first, I’m late.” You turn around in a dash of an eye and run with all your might to the green fields.

Taeyong stays back in the common room, stunned and petrified by what just happened.

Meanwhile Yuta really looked pissed when you come fifteen minutes late.

“You know we’re having a match this weekend with the West Tower right? Their new goalie- Winwin is —”

You nod your head and snapped “Get the ball ready.” You put on your mouth piece, showing him you’re not in the mood for a long debate.

You’ve had enough embarrassment from saying the wrong thing to your crush, and now your team captain isn’t much of a help. You are close to hitting him, luckily your best friend, Jaehyun comes to safe the moment.

“Now I’m sure she has her reason for coming late. She’s right, why don’t we start the practice today since our goalie is here already.” Jaehyun pats both shoulder and the team practice begins.

You’re not on your mood to play nor focus on the game. Your mind is still taunting you over Taeyong’s surprised face when you asked him to see you. Hell why would he see you play? You’re nobody to him. He’s clearly busy and yet your mouth blurted a really silly question. You just saw his stressed face and thought maybe a fresh air will do him some good. But apparently Taeyong won’t think like that.

You end the training with three goals, that’s not much as usually you score five or six. Your mood is totally ruined and you decided to end the practice scornfully.

Yuta doesn’t bug on you. He needs to rush to his Literature class; he’s a fourth year student: being late is considered rude and bad. You sit back on the bleachers with Jaehyun who clearly senses something’s not right.

“What is bothering you?” He throws the bait and with much nagging Jaehyun makes you finally spill everything out.

“He’ll see me as a fool now. What should I do?!!” You hit your best friend out of frustration.

Jaehyun laughs and taps your shoulder, “At least you made a new step,” he points to a man sitting alone on the opposite bleachers and when you look into his way, your mouth hangs open seeing Taeyong waves at you.

You eagerly wave your hand and take quick steps to Taeyong.

“I think you’d like to have a shower first from that sweaty jersey.” Jaehyun whispers.

Right, I should at least smell good.

You shower and change in the provided room and Taeyong is waiting for you outside. He left his glasses; which allows you to see his twinkling eyes better.

“You came! I.. I thought you’re busy.” You stutter out of surprise and delight.

He laughs and you swear that’s the sweetest laugh you’ve ever heard.

“I was about to say I’ll come see your practice after I finish my work… but you left me before I got the chance to speak,” Taeyong smiles.

“Right, I thought you look so wrecked and a bit of fresh air might help.” You offer him your genuine smile.

“It’s a nice shoot. You’re our best goalie.” He hides his hands into his pockets and glances over to the big field.

“Well… the West Tower has a new goalie. Heard he’s the best West Tower ever had.” You slump your shoulder suddenly unconfident with your abilities.

Taeyong looks into you, “But you’re our best player. I’m sure you’re a better goalie than him.”

You turn red and realize he just complemented you. It’s only you and Taeyong. A stroll without third party!

After all, lacrosse practice wasn’t that bad. Come to think of it, a night stroll with Taeyong after a lacrosse practice, what else can you wish?!

“With your abilities, any tower won’t stand a chance.” Taeyong walks beside you.

“You’re flattering me too much there,” You chuckle at his words.

“No really, do you think I ever forgot our first lacrosse game? It was a mandatory for all of us to try and find our suitable sport.” Taeyong drives back to memory lane.

Well on our first day of choosing sports, the whole students were tested on different sports. Taeyong happened to be trying the lacrosse with you, everything started well until a quick ball almost knocked Taeyong off to the ground. He never played lacrosse before, while you… you’ve played basic games. Since you were standing close enough to him, you quickly defend him from the ball and you’ve calculated that both of you will fall: he probably from the shock, and you from the jump. You ended up listening to an hour lecture from your coach, but because of that you were scouted as the North Tower’s lacrosse team. Taeyong was really grateful and to thank you, he brought you a box of chocolates and since that day you’ve always love that certain chocolate brand. The choco pie.

“I never forget the person who saved me from falling ungraciously to the ground! Ever since that day I’ve never hold the stick again!” Taeyong dramatically said.

Your brain is malfunctioning. Lee Taeyong, the man you secretly crush, still remembers you. Well he has a lot of friends, he aces all of his tests, teachers all love him, and he has your name kept nicely in the midst of all those important things.

“And thanks to that incident, I found my talent.” You feel butterflies are flying in your stomach.

“Right, you’re really talented!” he praises you once more.

“It’s just lacrosse though,” you said embarrassedly, “I wish I can do everything else perfectly. I failed my chemistry project; Mr. Yukhei really gave me an additional work to recover my burned solution. You can do all of them perfectly.”

“Nah, Mr. Yukhei is totally giving you a hard time. My friend, Mark, sets fire and he’s not given an additional work. Besides, Classes are easy since you just follow the text books.”

“My bad then, I can’t properly follow my books.” you playfully shrug your shoulder.

The dining hall is slowly filled by students chatting and savoring dinner. You reach the table now. You look down at the floor, wondering how to say goodbye and go sit with Jaehyun since Taeyong would likely go sit with his friends, when he speaks again.

“If you want I can help you finish your additional work.”

Your head snapped up, your eyes widening.

“N-No, that’s okay, y-you don’t have to do that, it’s my homework—”

“I don’t mind,” he says, shrugging. “Really, it’ll just be like practice for when it comes up in the exams. Besides, studying with a friend is always less boring, right?”

With a friend. Had he just called you his friend?

“But it’s not fair to you—”

“Look, I’ll help you with your Chemistry works; you can help me with my literature. I’m also not good in literature.” Taeyong stares into your eyes.

“But I’m also not that good in literature…” your words trail off.

“That’s why we can improve together!” Taeyong happily brings a conclusion.

“Well, I’d never reject a help. So, see you after dinner?”

He nods and the two of you part ways. You sit with Jaehyun and Doyoung. Taeyong has gone to his other friends.

The two of you meet each other again in the common room after the dinner. The North common room is always the best. With the nice view of the school’s pool and sea, the students of the North Tower are always boasting about this.

You take your favorite spot in the corner and Taeyong seems to enjoy that same spot too. It’s near the edge and the peacefulness is wonderful there. The moon shines nicely through the big windows and the other students are also busy studying or writing letters.

Taeyong calmly explains you the process you failed to do in Mr. Yukhei’s class and the additional essay was done within a reasonable hours. The two of you have moved on from Chemistry to reading the book from your literature class. Clearly Taeyong is a faster reader than you are. You’re struggling with the confusing words unlike Taeyong who’s quickly absorbed to the conflicts. His nose sticks to the pages and you? You fell asleep ten pages into the story.

Taeyong yawns after finishing the first three chapters, his eyes are tired. He glances to your side wondering why it’s so silent. He shakes his head when he sees your eyes closed.

Gently Taeyong taps on your shoulder and you turn red.

“Think today’s a tough day for you. You’re tired from lacrosse I guess. Why don’t you go to bed? We can work on the literature tomorrow.” Taeyong cleans your papers and his belongings.

Work on literature tomorrow, did you just hear things? Does that means he’s offering you for studying together again tomorrow.

You yawn and stretch from the short sleep. “Right, I better move to my room. Well thanks Taeyong for helping me tonight.”

Taeyong hands you the papers and he stands from his chair. You leave the room.

“Good luck handing them to Mr. Yukhei tomorrow. See you!” Taeyong waves and the two of you part ways.

Well what a nice day and memory! A night stroll with Taeyong, a study date, and a hearty conversation with him.

You’ll see each other again in Chemistry class tomorrow and in the evening. You only share Literature, Music, and Chemistry with Taeyong, other than that it’s totally different from his.

Your legs can’t stay still; if your mother is there she’ll most likely slap them for being so restless. You swear you can basically sew a pair of jeans with the constant leg movement on top of a sewing machine. Well, you’re nervous about meeting Taeyong. Usually you’re calm and reserved because you know even when you share the same class with Taeyong, he would not bother looking for you. Today is different though, you told Jaehyun and Doyoung about finishing your Chemistry essay with Taeyong and the two men seem to tease you more and more. They know about your crush on him, and they have been trying to set the two of you up for a date, but yes Taeyong is always preoccupied with his books. Your mind is drowned with his warm eyes and sweet smile. For a moment, the loud voice of your English teacher is muted and all you can hear and think is Taeyong. You’re sickly in love. This is not good for your sanity.

“Class is over now, please remember to submit your five pages essay tomorrow. You are dismissed.” Mr.Johnny’s clear voice brings you back to reality.

You snapped your neck to Doyoung who sits beside you, “What essay?”

Jaehyun laughs upon my question, Doyoung whilst cleaning his books replies, “The four pages essay about Taeyong my darling. You’re totally absorbed in your day dreaming that you did not hear the whole class scowls over the insane work.”

“Stop joking. I did not hear him, was thinking about lacrosse.” You lied.

“Huh- never knew Taeyong is the definition of lacrosse.” Jaehyun joins his friend mocking you.

“Fine, I can ask the others. You two have fun teasing me!” you pick your books quickly and stand away from your table.

“It’s about Rom-com TV shows. You need to make an argument on why it’s necessary or not. Don’t worry we can do it together tonight.” Jaehyun finally explains the real deal.

“Great, Mr. Johnny is a real pain in the ass. Did you forget we have training again today?” You asked Jaehyun upon hearing his calm demeanor.

“Of course I remember, it’s only an hour of practice before tea time. We can do the work after dinner.” Jaehyun takes over some of your book and helps you move class. Doyoung has bid his farewell on the junction, he’s attending Philosophy class and the two of you are taking Biology.

To tell you about Jaehyun, you two met at the first day of school: in the midst of the chaos of classifying students. You two saw each other when handing over your data and health certificate, then the matron said the two of you belong to the North Tower. Since you came alone to this school and Jaehyun was as confused as you were, the two of you exchanged names and shortly stuck together. You found him nice and easygoing; he too found it comfortable to befriend you. So your first friend in Neo Culture Institute was Jaehyun. It must be luck that both of you shared the same time table: the only class you were separated was only Geography. You both share the same struggle memorizing the big hallways and rooms, getting lost in the middle of moving to another class, and you both made it to the lacrosse team. Being in the same lacrosse team meant that you two even saw each other outside classes. You admit it was nice having one best friend, but you know you can’t only have one friend, that’s when the two of you met Doyoung in English class and received a group project together. Since then the two of you clicked with Doyoung and he jumped into your friendship circle. Three years of sitting with the same people and laughing over the same jokes, you did not realize that actually a lot of people are interested in knowing you.

“(y/n)? day dreaming again? We’ve arrived! Where are you going?” Jaehyun raises his volume, but still keeping it low.

“Ah! Yes, I forgot… I thought it’s the next class.” You are flustered. Well, your eyes are focus on someone entering the class beside yours: Further math. Taeyong is there walking while chatting with his genius friends Mark and Jungwoo.

Jaehyun follows your gaze, but he fails to see anyone. “You’re seeing things? Come Bio class is here, that’s for further math and we know you’re not going to survive a second there.” Jaehyun reaches for your free hand and pulls you inside. He puts his books down on his table, and passes yours to the table beside his.

“It’s been six month since we use this room, how can you forget?” Jaehyun wonders and finds you still dozing off.

“I swear if this is what happens if you met Taeyong, I will not allow you to meet him again!” Jaehyun scoffs and slumps in his chair. There’s no point in talking to a love-struck statue.

“Jae, cut it off. I was only wondering if I can make it to the further math class.” You nonchalantly voice what’s in your mind.

Jaehyun slumps in his chair and decides to leave you be.

Meanwhile in further Math class.

Taeyong is trying hard to calm his hard beating heart. He saw her earlier, walking to the class next to his. Taeyong just realizes that (y/n) has always been taking that class, but he never saw her before. He felt his heart skipped a beat when he saw her figure walking down the hall. His heart then beats faster when he saw who was beside her; of course it was Jaehyun. The whole school knows that those two are inseparable. Taeyong shakes his head from his dream, and focuses back to the numbers on the board. He repeatedly told himself to get a hold and focus.

You spend your afternoon in the field. While waiting for your team, you and Jaehyun decided to train some passing and scoring. The two of you are having fun with each other and the team begins to complete. Yuta takes the lead as the captain and not long after it you are running around the field, jumping, and catching balls. You perform nicely in today’s practice, well if it’s talent it won’t be that hard to keep a nice performance. The match with West Tower is coming in two days. Today may be your last practice, since it will be beneficial to take a rest one or two days before the match.

Taeyong did not appear on the audience bleachers at all, and you laugh at yourself why would he watch you practicing when he has more things to do and friends to hang out with. You take off your goggles and mouth gear. Your sweaty and messy body screams for shower, and so you shower. You are greeted with a fresh Jaehyun and the two of you walk your way back to the next class. Yes, you have one Music class to attend right before tea time. The two of you reunite with Doyoung and class begun. There is nothing remarkable or special, just that the three of you are the teacher’s favorite singer. Yes Jaehyun and Doyoung are talented and so are you.

You spend your tea time and dinner with them and your lacrosse team. Yuta needs to talk about our practice earlier. The team members are called to gather in a table. You look around the big hall, and found Taeyong sitting with his other friends; he sure has a lot of acquaintances!

“So, where are we going to do the essay?” Doyoung questions when the team finish the evaluation.

“I don’t think I can join you two. I forgot to tell you, I’ve made a schedule to learn with Taeyong at seven tonight.” You bite your lips anxiously.

To your surprise, the two boys have no problem with it, “Good luck then! Let’s see if your essay can get a high score tomorrow. Now go and chase your Prince Charming!” Doyoung squeezes your shoulder and pushes you to leave them.

Jaehyun just smiles and waves his hand, then he puts his hand on Doyoung’s shoulder and they cheerfully left.

You meet Taeyong on the school’s indoor garden. During summer, the sun sets a bit longer and the weather is perfect to study in the School’s garden. There are several chairs and tables, most students also use the soft grass directly. As long as you don’t stain your uniforms, you’re good. You’ve changed into a comfortable sweater and pants, you bring your papers and books. Taeyong is already sitting on one of the chair and waves to call you.

You rush to his side and with a big smile; you take the chair across him.

Studying with Taeyong is always serious and efficient. He doesn’t want to disturb my sleeping schedule because he knows how hard and tiring it is to train for lacrosse.

“Any trouble today?” he chuckles after asking you.

You shake your head, “None. You saw me handing my papers to Mr. Yukhei and he was surprised I can finish it. I need to thank you one again Tae.”

“Great! I need to finish on my Philosophy essay, do you need any explanation tonight?” he asks before starting his own work.

“No. I’ll work on my English essay then, it’s due tomorrow!”

Taeyong guesses a number, “Let me guess, must be 4 or 5 pages right?”

You gasped in surprise, “How did you guess?”

He points at your papers, well he’s an observant. You feel foolish thinking that he researched from his friends about your works.

“Right, better start now.” He waves his pen over you and you quickly nod your head.

You are clearly clueless about your essay, while Taeyong easily finishes his introduction.

He pauses from his work and looks at you, who still have a blank page.

“Having hard time? What’s the topic about?”

You once again feel so bad and useless. Taeyong can finish his work in two hours, but because of you he will need more time. Gosh what a nuisance you are.

You guiltily tell him about the theme and he laughs for the absurd choice; however, the two of you got carried into a deep conversation about Rom-com and soon you are able to fill in your papers.

You draw your last period on your last sentence and cheer happily. You stretch your palm which aches and sure will go numb. Taeyong has finished his philosophy work not long after it. You want to give up on his offer to read the literature book, but Taeyong is already on his sixth chapter, and you are still on page twenty… and reading together means more time to spend with Taeyong right? So you force yourself to read the lines.

The two of you have moved from the chairs, your butt hurts and you choose to sit on the green grass. You are leaning back against the cool pillar wall in the indoor garden, with your knees pulled up. Your fingers fiddle with the edges of your literature book. Taeyong is opposite you mirroring your position exactly, just with a calm expression, unlike you who’s frustrated with each dialogue.

After a good ten pages, you give up. Taeyong is still absorbed in the confusing words exchange. His eyes are focused on his book, seemingly deep in thought. His lower lip shows a small pout which he occasionally keeps moist. He sometimes chews on his lips a bit, probably stressed with the plot. You feel your heart melt at his sight. All you want to do is lean in and kiss him then and there. Feel the warmth and plushy pink lips of his.

Did he even know how beautiful he was?

You hold yourself back from spilling any unwanted words out. Right at that moment, two loud voice break through the silence.

“There you are Tae! I swear I can’t keep up with Jungwoo any longer-“ Mark bends and puts his hands over his knees while gaping for air-“Jungwoo has not left me since dinner and he’s been questioning me the same silly riddles which I do not found funny.”

Jungwoo comes behind Mark with his dorky smile plastered on his bright face.

“There you are Mark! Told you, you can’t escape me. Ah hey Tae, and...” Jungwoo tries his best to recall your name.

“The lacrosse girl from North tower right?” he snaps his finger in attempt to bring back his memory “(y/n)! Woah you’re now studying with (y/n) Tae!”

Taeyong’s face flushes a little and Mark clearly busted him.

“So now you two are a thing?” Mark wriggles his eyebrows.

“What? What do you mean? We’re only studying and doing works together. Nothing’s wrong with it right?” replies Taeyong, flustered.

“Oh yeah we get it studying” Jungwoo puts his finger to make a flying quotation.

You stay quiet while hiding your smile. You got to admit your heart is also beating fast, and seeing Taeyong’s blushing face makes you want to blush too.

“We’re reading our literature task. You want to join us?” Taeyong returns to his cold attitude again.

“Oh definitely no thank you! I’m busy getting under Mark’s skin, good luck for you two!” Jungwoo pushes Mark and waves his hand, then he drags Mark away from us. His tone clearly mocks Taeyong for being shy in front of his crush, but both of you are too shy to admit your feelings.

“I’m sorry about those two. They were never tired. I sometimes wonder why I’m friends with them.” Taeyong turns his body to face you and the moon perfectly glisten his silhouette and sparkling eyes. You are lost in his presence.

“Well how did the three of you met?” You ask clearly curious how Taeyong managed to befriend two energy balls.

He smiles and got caught in his memory, “We took the train on our first day, and we shared the same coach. That’s how we became friends, but they were sorted to another tower and we promised to still be friends.”

“Lucky you,” you say sincerely. “Honestly. It’s amazing how you’re friends with the other towers. The only person I’ve ever known is Jaehyun.”

Taeyong shakes his head. “No you’re wrong. You have all of the lacrosse team as friends—”

“Not really,” you cut. “They’re not friends. Jaehyun is my only real deal. He’s the only person I’m comfortable in talking to. But it must be nice to have more than one person like that, right?”

Taeyong has an odd look in his eyes. “You care about him a lot, don’t you?” The question surprises you. “Um…yeah. He’s my best friend. I don’t think I’d survive school without him.”

Taeyong’s impassive countenance is puzzling. “Well, you have me now too.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Well, you can talk to me too now! I’m your friend too right? I mean… it’s okay for me to listen to you if one day you need someone.” Taeyong blurts out his messy words.

You look at him surprised, and he quickly drives your attention else where, “Look, I just want you to feel happier. Now it’s almost night time, I think we have to go back.” He shakenly picks his books and stands up. You copy his action and soon the two of you made it to the North Tower.

You both bid farewell and go to your assigned bedrooms. You can’t stop smiling when your memory repeated his words again and again. Taeyong mentioned you as his friend and he sounded like he wanted you to talk with him.

The upcoming week end is sports day and the whole school is rejoicing over the short break. For once they can meet their parents who come to look at the game, and have lunch with them too.

Today is the lacrosse sparring game between Neo Culture Institute and WayV School. The two favorite boarding school in the area.

You are especially nervous today, since your rivals are looking tall and big today. You walk through the changing room and gather with the rest of the team. Your coach is busy planning and explaining the game plan for today. You can’t stand still, your nervousness makes you sway from one foot to another. Jaehyun who stands beside you nudges your shoulder. “Stop swaying. You’re annoying.”

You raise your brow, “Hey I’m nervous okay. Look at them… they’re tall and big! I can’t imagine getting hit by them.” You fold your hands over your chest. Jaehyun glances over his shoulder to look at the other team. He smirks and pats your back, “You’re strong. I know you’ll have no trouble today. Just stay calm okay.”

Actually Jaehyun’s words are making you more nervous, it’s as if the whole school has high hopes on your performance today. Well as a shooter, you’re burdened to bring the trophy home. When you turn your back to look at the spectators, you see Taeyong walking to you. He waves at you and you forgot everything else.

“Hey Good luck okay! The North Tower is all here rooting for you! I’ll see you from the bleachers. Break a leg!” Taeyong fist bumps you and leaves to take a seat near the waiting bench.

Your team gathers their hands and yell your jargon. The referee blows the whistle and both team walk into the field. You shake hands with all of the players and note how strong their grips are. You may look smaller than them, but your desire to win is bigger than anything else.

You stand on your position, looking at Jaehyun – who’s on defense – he sends you a reassuring nod and you grip on your racket harder.

The game starts and after the ball is tossed from one racket to another, the first goal belongs to WayV. You did not get a chance to score, for the ball was always on their side. The audience cheers for your team and Yuta burns the team’s spirit back up. You once again return to the hot field and focus on the quick ball. While running here and there, you finally receive a nice catch from Jaehyun and you see the clean chance to score a goal. One to one marks the end of first segment. Your team mates run all scream in joy when you made the first goal.

Your coach makes a note to you, telling you how the opponents are starting to run out of breath. Lucky you, your breathing is still constant. You nod your head in understanding when the coach tells you to keep shadowing them and try to score whenever you got the chance.

You return to the field one more time with big determination and when the whistle sounds, you’re back running to where the ball is. However in the middle of the heated game, you are trying to receive a passing from Yuta when a big-built player from WayV stumbles on you and knocks you down. You’re tossed over the grass and the game is stopped. You see black for a moment and all you can think is you must not pass out here. Not in the middle of the field. Not in the middle of a game.

You open your eyes and found the referee asking your condition.

“Are you okay?” The referee asks

You nod your head and grimace at the feeling in your right ankle. Jaehyun is already kneeling beside you. “Is it your right ankle? You twisted it?”

“I think so,” you look at your right ankle it is slightly swollen.

You nod, he speaks to the referee, “Her right ankle is weak. Usually she banded it firmly with a piece of wood and she must keep walking.”

The referee looks at you and you nod your head approving Jaehyun’s explanation.

“Okay, we’ll see if you can still proceed with the game. Break.” He helps you move to the waiting bench and your coach quickly tied your ankle for support. You force yourself to walk so it doesn’t feel numb and Jaehyun hands you a lemonade to quench your thirst.

Taeyong calls your name and asks if you’re okay. You just smile at him and send him a thumbs up. His smile really numbs your pain.

The break was over and you choose to continue the game. Your coach knows you well, you’re not the weak type to cry over a twisted ankle and beg for substitution. No, instead you’ll be begging to play. You force your foot to function back and although it starts to swell, you’re back on the game. This time, Jaehyun is always running near you. He blocks you from the big players, he helps take the ball, and he’s tirelessly making sure you’re okay. Your fighting spirit returns and you start to forget the pain in your ankle. You receive a ball from Yuta, pass it to Jaehyun who’s free and you rush to get near the goal. Before you have a nice chance, Jaehyun is blocked by two big players which forces him to pass the ball to anyone near him. That person being you, his toss was super high and you jump with all your might to catch the ball. The opponent team is slower to jump, and the ball is in your racket. Quickly you aim for the goal and shoot. Two-One and the game ends with Neo Culture’s win. The audience cheers on the top of their lungs and your team runs to carry you and toss you in the air. The North Tower is cheering the loudest, as they’re super happy that a student from their tower made the winning goal. You see Taeyong smiling at you, but the concern look in his face is unbeatable. Jaehyun comes to hug you and helps you move out of the field. Taeyong once again feels a burning sensation in his heart.

You’re ecstatic. Damn your ankle will probably go black tomorrow and you won’t be able to walk well, but because of the winning shot you’ll even accept it if you have to bruise both of your ankle.

The team escorted the opponent to the dining hall. The tea time is a great banquet at times like this. Parents are also welcomed to enjoy hot teas and fancy sandwiches. The school’s kitchen prepares a big feast and the hungry lacrosse players find no difficulties in finishing those.

Taeyong comes to congratulate you along with his two best friend Mark and Jungwoo. They praise you for your goal and they tease Taeyong for being super worried earlier. You’re happy to learn that Taeyong is worried sick when you fell, but you keep your emotions inside.

The day ends nicely with three big cheers for you from the North Tower. They’re proud of you.

You didn’t knew that a week end like this could ever happen. You’re now in the town with Taeyong, his friends, and Jaehyun. His friends insist on inviting you to join their week end get-away. You see Taeyong enters a book shop with his friends while you are dragged by Jaehyun to a fragrance candy shop. He’s busy walking around the aisle picking candies and sweets while constantly bickering on you to try the testers when you are not a big fan of sweets. Not now when all you want to do is sneak out with Taeyong to you don’t know.. maybe a stationary store or a puppy adopting house.

You turn your head to the entry door when you hear the loud voice of Taeyong’s buddies and the two of you exchange glances. You offer him a smile which he did not return. There, Taeyong sees you and Jaehyun sticking to one another and he couldn’t bring a smile to his sour face. He drives his eyes elsewhere and walks to join his friends. You’re confused, what’s wrong with him? Did you do anything wrong?

“Hey (y/n)! Quick what do you want? I’m going to check out after this.” Jaehyun pulls your sleeve and you turn to him, “I’ll take the Choco-pies. 2 boxes. Thanks for the treat.” Jaehyun shakes his head but proceeds to pay his belongings and yours.

Taeyong sees every interaction between you two and he hates himself for not being able to man up and walk to you. No, he’s too shy for you.

Hours of study date and several more lacrosse matches, Taeyong finally found his courage to be a man and spill his heart out. If he has the balls, he will confess and maybe ask you out.

He's been thinking of this for a long time, every night he imagines the possibilities of what might happen after he tells you his true feelings. Will he be your boy? Or will your friendship and his end here?

With the help and support of Mark and Jungwoo, who have been convincing Taeyong that you are also interested in him, Taeyong has finally recite his final practice on the mirror tonight.

Tomorrow's a big day, the school game! Taeyong has prepared your favorite chocolate brand and a hand-written letter. He made a back up plan, yeah he will give the letter if things go wrong.

Taeyong spent some good five nights to write a poetic letter for you, or at least he tried to sound romantic but not cheesy!

He will either talk to you directly or just leave you the message, because he never knows when his tongue will freeze.

The big game day happens from the morning to noon. You've taken breakfast earlier than the other students and were drilled for a light game before the actual one. You're a bit nervous today since the visitor is the strongest challenger from nearby.

One small warm up game won't hurt right?

“Ouch! Fuck jae!” you yell as you throw your racket to the ground and bring your hands to cover your nose.

“Woah i'm sorry really!” Jaehyun tosses his racket to the ground and runs to check on your accident.

Well earlier you and Jaehyun had a little argument because he's been pulling on your nerves for the last weeks. Teasing you that you still don't have anyone to come with you to the prom. You're mad you cannot fight him back because he did find himself a partner already and you're still preoccupied by the tons of homework.

“Hey let me see,” Jaehyun crouches and reaches out a hand to check your nose, but you quickly brush him off.

“Go away! You really pissed me off" you push your body away from him. Maybe it's the hormone and the nerves from the tight schedule and the upcoming match, you never intended to be this rude to your best friend.

Jaehyun stands back with a confused look, he looks a bit hurt, but majority of his face shows concern. He knows the team will most likely blame him for tossing the ball too hard when he clearly sees you’re quite close enough to receive a light throw. But he wants to tease you a bit from the tension and did that strong hit… only to mess up and hit your nose to bleed.

The coach calls and end to the game and you're ushered to the clinic.

“Welcome, what can I help you with?” a soft voice you've heard a lot now, greets you.

You look up from the messy strands of hairs on your face and close your eyes when you recognize who is standing before you.

Out of all student working here, why must it be Taeyong and why must you look this messy and horrible.

You hold your blood red uniform to your nose, you don't realize your skin has been exposed since you drag the top to suck the blood.

“Woah you're so bloody.. seat down" Taeyong hurries over to take the first aid kit and you sit yourself down on one of the beds.

“Now lean forward slightly and keep breathing from the mouth" Taeyong explains as he rushes back now in front of you.

“Excuse me,” he pinches your nose and after a while he presses an ice pack to stop your clotting.

Taeyong is completely focused to stop your bleeding for ten minutes. Your eyes travel to record every details of Taeyong's beautiful face. He's so close to you, you can feel his light breathes touching your sweaty face and you try your best not to mess your breathing and choke ugli-ly infront of him. Eugh.

“Hey we're almost there.. hold the cold for a moment okay,” he flashes an apologetic smile. You blink and he sorts of get it, you actually forget the freezing sensation… the man you like is standing just inches away from you?! How can you not blush and feel burnt?!

You thank the ice and the alibi of running in the field.. so that way he won't ask why your face is so red now.

Taeyong stops pinching your nose and takes away the cold ice bag too. He then proceeds to clean the bloody mess you have and carefully he asks all the procedural questions he has to.

“So who did this to you?” Taeyong finally let out the most bothering question he has.

You roll your eyes, “Dumb Jaehyun"

Tae’s surprised by your answer, well he thought the two of you cannot have fights but did Jae punched you?

“Lacrosse match is starting soon and he decided to throw me a strong swing when i'm near him… of course the ball will hit me. And voila i'm here.” You look into his worried eyes and suddenly rage is gone from your mind.

“But I gotta thank Jaehyun though,” Taeyong whispers as he cleans up the tissues and ice packs.

“Huh?”

“Uhm don't bend first (y/n) or look down.. that will cause another nose bleed.. just stay calm for a while okay.”

“Well I mean.. because of your accident… we got to meet here…” Taeyong sheepishly smiles, he really has a hard time controlling his emotion.

“Oh well i'm not that happy since you got to see my super ugly side. I mean you see me covered in bloods.. it's horrifying right?” you throw your glance to the floor and swing your legs.

“What's the problem with that? You don't look horrifying… you're still pretty in fact.” Taeyong stands on his track, frozen when he realizes what he just said.

You turn your head to face him, and he looks so flustered, “shit I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Ugh i'm sorry..”

You laugh and tap the empty spot next to you “Come here for a sec?”

Taeyong tosses the medical tray to the sink and he strides to your side.

“Can you say that one more time?” you smirk at him

He looks so flustered, “Uhm which one?”

“That one .. oh you know.” You wink at him.

He inhales a deep breathe, well guess this is it.. the right moment.

Taeyong lets go off a long breathe and he finally holds one of your hands.

“You look pretty. Despite the bloods and the sweats. You really captivate me and you mess me up!” Taeyong stares into your eyes as he spills out his hidden emotions.

“You’ve been running around in my head all the time and guess that's how you can endure the long training from lacrosse! You don't get tired running every day in my head here!” Taeyong rolls his eyes at his own lame joke. Your laugh at least make him more comfortable.

“Nice pun and pick up line there mr sexy brain!” You poke his stomach and he flinches.

“Hey! Glad you like it… I thought it'll sound lame..”

“Well I like you too Tae,” you blurt it out.

His eyes widen in surprise, “Wait I haven't said my words yet! You stole my line.”

You jump from the bed and giggle “Well but I knew you were going to eventually say You like me.. if i'm wrong then I have to leave this school and change face!”

“No.. well you're not wrong.” He also jumps down from the bed

You take some steps backward to the door, “Great! Now I have to cut this sweet moment because… five minutes after this it's the game time!”

Taeyong copies your strides and he is already in front of you, holding you back from leaving the room.

“I like you, meet me after the game… balcony usual place.” He gives you his sweet smile.

“Okay.. guess i'll have to go" you awkwardly wait for something.

Taeyong looks puzzled, you're waiting for something and the door is not closed.

“Oh! GOOD LUCK!” He suddenly realizes that maybe you're waiting for that.

You launch yourself to his embrace. Thankfully, he catches you and prevents you from falling down.

“Need my good luck hug.. jae's probably not giving me any…” you squeeze him tight and leave after realizing you're late

“Go! I’ll see you from the bleachers! Just like that time" he waves and pushes you lightly through the open door.

You smile and rush back to the field. You'll be playing after the break.

“Break a leg team!” you scream to your team mates and they're relieved you're treated and back at the field.

“Change your clothes, and warm yourself up. Guess a nosebleed won’t stop you from playing right?” your coach toss you a new jersey and you excitedly change.

When you return from the changing room, you catch Taeyong on one of the bleachers smiling into you and giving you two thumbs up.

Your fighting spirit returns and you know today's game will be interesting.

“Hey hey look who's over the moon!” a silhouette appears from the corner of the balcony and you look over your shoulder to smile at the man taking calm steps to sit beside you.

“Congrats on winning!” Taeyong uses his peripheral view to check you.

“Thanks… I also need to thank your help with my nose.” You shrug your shoulder, “If someone else was there and messed up.. I won't be in the field.”

“So.. is this where I am supposed to tell you what was interrupted this morning?” his legs shake and your heart beat increases.

“Okay I’m doing it now!” he inhales and finally speaks his heart aloud

“I’ve really liked you a lot since the first time we met. I know it took me a long time to convince my heart and say yes this is the girl I want to be with… I'm sorry if I never tell you this before because I cannot imagine what will happen if my feeling is not mutual ! I did not want to lose a friend like you and silly me used to thought you like Jaehyun and that I don't stand a chance." Taeyong's voice was shaky at first but he managed to sound bold and free on his last words.

You grin when you heard his confession, well you've drop dead gave him a lot of hints that you like him yet he was so pliant and vague about giving signs if he likes you back.

But tonight everything will change!

“So since you’ve blurt it out earlier. I'm gonna make it clear. I like you and I think we can be more than friends!” Taeyong smiles and bites his lower lips just like he usually does when he's nervous.

You nod and hide a strand of hair away from your face, suddenly being so woman-like.

“I like you too Tae,” you chuckle and let go a breathe you did not realize you've been holding.

“So… are you still free to the prom?” Taeyong slips his hand into his pocket and crumple up the letter he has there.

Your eyes twinkle, knowing where this might be going.

You quickly nod your head, “I got too carried away with tests and training… haven't gotten any partner yet. What about you?”

A big grin grows on his face as he reaches out for your hands “Great because this man over here is also looking for a partner. So, will you go to the prom with me?” he lightly squeezes your hands and you feel an electric shock rushing in your body.

“Well what color are you wearing? It better be something that matches with lavender blue, because your girl is going in that color.” You boldly wink at him and he laughs at your action.

Taeyong pulls you closer and hugs you tight “You know what? I have the exact matching attire to stand next to you. See you on the prom?”

You push your body away from him and hold his face in your hands “See you on the prom and breakfast tomorrow!” you press a quick kiss on his cheek and run away. Waving good bye as the night bell rings.

Taeyong stands under the moonlight, blushed with one hand hovering over his red cheek. Did you just kissed him?

Well believe it or not Taeyong craves for more of that plush soft lips!

Sometimes it takes courage to know the truth, but it is always better to take the risk and regret nothing.

The end

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five-wow · 5 years ago

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Feel free to talk a lot about your theory of how McDanno was always stronger when there was heteronormativity nearby so that it was safe, and how that plays into the finale!

Ooh, thank you! That is an interesting question, and not one I had related directly to the finale before, though it certainly works on all kinds of levels, so I will take that “talk a lot” very literally and just ramble a bit.

Honestly, the most obvious way I think this comes into play is outside of the story, where the entire two-part finale (I’m including 10.21 here, since they were originally going to be aired as one) was about Steve and Danny and how important they are to each other and how Steve would probably have found a way to literally turn the entire island upside down and water torture gravity into dropping Danny into his arms if Danny’s disappearance had gone on for long enough, and then Catherine showed up in the last five minutes after having been mentioned like, twice, briefly, in the very last episode of this 22-episode season. The messaging felt very much as if “Steve loves Danny!” was being shouted at us on a loop and then there was a single “but he’s a HETEROSEXUAL man who is NOT GAY because he is HETEROSEXUAL” tacked onto the end in the form of a character showing up in a way that really made no sense for anyone, least of all her, which conveniently helped viewers dispell any thoughts about Steve maybe, y’know, wanting to be with Danny in more than one way. Catherine was not there for herself - she was there for Steve’s happy end, which needed to include a hetero love interest, because that is what a happy end is, right? The way they made her return, she was less of a character making a decision and more of a prop thrown at Steve’s character that was supposed to make us think “ah yes, now he can be happy again!” even though it went very much counter against what the entire season had been making us think a happy end for him would look like.

(Sidenote, this is also (part of) why it makes me very sad to see Catherine hate show up in people’s responses to the finale - I get that emotions run high and it’s easy to blame her for things, but she really, really, really isn’t at fault. As much as this ending wasn’t fair to Steve or Danny, imo it was also extremely unfair to Catherine. (Also, I don’t expect many people who ship Steve/Cath to end up reading this, but if anyone does, I just want to add that that’s super valid and if you did like the ending because your ship was given a very obvious and maybe unexpected chance, I get that and I’m happy for you! I personally don’t think it was a good move for any of the characters with the way it was executed, but I also deeply empathize with rooting for your ship and taking what you get, my gosh.))

(ANOTHER sidenote, I want to clarify that I don’t think the entire reason for the writers making Cath show up is that there was too much emotion between Steve and Danny in 10.21 and 10.22. It was an ending that didn’t rely on the logic of the story, but on viewers’ learned bias saying that any man + any woman = happy, romantic end. There’s obviously a lot more there, but it also happens to playvery nicely into the formula of Steve and Danny getting A Moment (or even Moments, plural) and then being shielded from the shadows of gay doubts by throwing in something sufficiently straight-looking.)

In story, though? In story this would also be a Whole Thing that fits depressingly well. I do think it’s fair to note that Steve didn’t really seem to have any part in his decision to fly off with Catherine - she showed up, orchestrated by other parties, and then he took her hand, but he didn’t ask her to come. That’s something, I guess! At the same time, he did kind of… make the choice to very literally run away from where Danny is after this whole Emotional Journey they (and Steve especially) went on. Steve’s been feeling off, like this comfortable spot he carved for himself on the islands wasn’t fitting anymore, and Danny was very obviously very worried and was immediately designated the unofficial spokesperson for the whole thing, because duh, everyone knows how ridiculously close they are. Then Danny got kidnapped (somewhat because of how much Steve cares for him, even though deeper down it’s mostly Doris’s fault, but obviously Steve would take on that guilt because it was just lying around - free real estate!) and Steve lost his mind and held Danny’s hand and Danny didn’t respond negatively to that at all, and they had some lovely moments. Then Steve decides he still needs to get away and up and leaves, so very literally leaving Danny behind. Then Cath shows up, unexpectedly, and lo and behold, Steve’s (former) Great Romance! The one that got away, as he just told Cole (so the audience would feel like this wasn’t out of the blue)! The woman he wanted to marry at some point and that he hasn’t seen in a year and a half (to the best of our knowledge) and the absolute perfect convincingly straight antidote to Steve’s emotional turmoil related to his male BFF/partner/dude he’s kinda married to and keeps telling how much he loves him. Once on the plane, Danny is not even there anymore and with the exception of Catherine herself there’s literally no one Steve knows present who could be judging him, but being a little ambiguously romantic with Cath might settle some of his own internal fears about where things with Danny were (once again) headed, so he takes Cath’s hand. It’s easy, safe, straight. All very comforting things.

And I just. The HAND HOLDING is my favorite part of the finale, honestly, because it’s so blatant. Steve holds Danny’s hand at Danny’s bedside, teary and praying to a literal God to make sure Danny is okay, and then Danny makes light of it by asking why Steve let go. Are they fighting now, Danny asks? That implies holding hands is the normal state for them and not holding hands is Bad, even though two grown men holding hands is a very loaded thing in much of western culture and we’ve never seen them do it before because they’re very touchy with each other but in very specific ways, bound to very specific rules, and random hand holding is distinctly not okay under those strict social guidelines. And then. AND THEN. We close the episode with Steve offering Catherine his hand and Catherine taking it and Steve turning to look out the window and smiling vaguely, and the parallel kind of smacks you in the face and I find it both very funny and very sad and wonder if the writers even realized it at all, or whether maybe it was entirely intentional and meant as a nice nod to McDanno shippers because we were never going to get canon McDanno but at least this way we had, I guess, Steve’s implied hetero endgame romance play out in a way that also pretty literally happened with Danny earlier in the same episode, meaning that they’re at least sort of put on an equal footing? (Best way to interpret this: Steve is bi. It’s canon now.)

ANYWAY. Yes. I feel like this maybe veered off-topic, but I suppose the point is that Steve was allowed to hold Danny’s hand, but we had to be reassured he’d also want to hold Catherine’s, and Steve got to tell Danny he loves him and tear the island apart to get to him and ask God to take him instead of Danny and talk with Danny about how they both dream of a future in which they’re still side by side as old men while also currently living with Danny and both being single, but he had to then leave with Catherine so we would know that two single guys who live together and exchange I love yous while planning to grow old together aren’t actually [lowers voice to a hushed whisper] gay.

HOO! What a relief. I was really worried there for a second, guys.

(Also consider: all of that happens with Danny and it’s just guys being guys, just buddies being homies, just straight dudes being hetero, and then Steve takes Cath’s hand and maybe smiles a little and we’re supposed to infer it’s an epic romance. It’s fascinating to me how little straight you need to sprinkle in to completely even out the scales for most viewers, or even make them lean way in favor of “obviously he’s straight, why would you even think anything else, lol”.)

#anon #ask #mcdanno #finale #10.22 #10.21 #meta #*#i feel a need to add i really didn't dislike the finale as a whole and most of it was very cool #i just have some very wordy thoughts #(hashtag catherine rollins deserved better 2k20)

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Jens’ season | Chapter four

Saturday, January 25th

Last night’s kiss had messed with Jens’ head - and feelings. Lucas was the first guy Jens had ever kissed, the first guy he’d ever had straddled like this, and he wanted more. So much more.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss since he left the party, since Lucas’ lips left his. The pressure of Lucas’ lips on his, plush and soft and needy, the taste of weed lingering on his tongue, the small moans. It haunted him.

It also confirmed that, maybe, he wasn’t straight as a stick.

If he closed his eyes, he could still feel the burning touch of Lucas's fingers on the small of his back, grazing his skin underneath his hoodie. Or his lips mouthing against his jaw and neck, fingers lost in each other's hair. Even the faint smell of his cologne was engraved into his head, mixed with an herbal hint from the joint they were smoking.

Jens breathed out, staring at his ceiling.

Someone cleared their throat and Jens glanced down, catching Jana standing in his doorway, wearing a green sweater and a beanie, looking a bit nervous.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Jens sat up, removing his headphones from his head. ‘’Hi?’’

‘’Hi,’’ Jana said, smiling tightly, walking in. ‘’Your sister let me in.’’

Jens nodded. Of course she did.

‘’What’s up?’’

‘’Just listening some music.’’ And thinking about Lucas.

She nodded, taking a seat on the end of Jens’ bed. ‘’Still into that rap stuff?’’

Jens smiled, remembering how much she hated it every time he’d play any rap songs. Sometimes, he would even purposely play those songs to piss her off. She said their music was degrading toward girls and only talked about drugs, money and cars. While she wasn't all wrong, some songs had deeper subjects than naked chicks and smoking weed.

‘’Yep.’’

‘’Where were you last night? Aaron said you were there, but I didn’t see you. You didn’t even sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Amber with us.’’

Despite the honesty rule between them, Jens didn’t feel like sharing his bathroom makeout session experience with Jana. For starters, it was none of her business. They weren't dating, Jens could kiss whoever he wanted - boys and girls. And, he didn’t know if Lucas was out, if he wanted to be out - hell, he didn’t even know if he was gay. He’d feel bad for accidentally outing someone.

‘’I...I was with Kobe. You remember Kobe from the skatepark?’’

It wasn’t completely a lie. He did see Kobe at the party...to sell him weed.

‘’Vaguely,’’ she responded, frowning a little.

‘’He owed me weed and we went outside to smoke to not stink up Amber’s house.’’

Jana gave him a look, unimpressed. ‘’Weed, again?’’

Jens rolled his eyes. Here we go again…

He didn't get why she was so against weed. She was the same when they were dating, making a whole case every time he’d smoke a joint with Robbe and Moyo. It’s not that big of a deal. Marijuana was even becoming legal in some countries.

‘’If you’re here to lecture me on weed again-’’

‘’I’m not,’’ she cut. ‘’Did I do something?’’

Jens frowned, surprised. ‘’No. Why are you asking me that?’’

The brunette looked down, about to ask the dreaded question. ‘’You’ve been avoiding me at parties and at school, it’s like you don’t want me anymore. Did I do something wrong?’’

Her constant insecurity and constant need to make sure she was wanted or desired had always ticked Jens off. He liked the people he was with to be confident and sure of themselves, it’s one of the things that drew him to Lucas.

Sighing, Jens tried to keep his cool despite his growing annoyance. ‘’I’m just not in the mood, okay? Is it so impossible to accept that I don't feel like having sex all the time?’’ He didn’t want to come off as angry, trying his best to keep his chill with Jana, but he was just so annoyed by her unannounced presence that his temper was getting the best of him.

‘’We don't have to have sex all the time, it’s just-’’ She sighed, biting her bottom lip nervously. ‘’What are we, Jens?’’

‘’I don’t know, Jana…’’ he responded with honesty.

Where was this sudden desire for clarity coming from? Up until last week, she didn't seem to mind what they were. They made out in his room two weeks and she didn't pester him with questions while he his hand was down her underwear. Why the sudden urge?

She had a perfect timing too. As if Jens didn't have other things to do than think about his relationship status with Jana. Breaking news, he had other problems, more important ones, to take care of and she wasn’t the first thing on his mind.

‘’You don’t know? What do you mean?’’ she repeated, dumbfounded.

Jens sighed. ‘’Jana…’’

‘’What, Jens? It’s a pretty simple question: what are we?

‘’I have a lot on my mind right now, okay? I gave you time and space when you needed it, so please understand that.’’

‘’So what? You want me to leave?’’

‘’Actually, yeah. My parents are coming back soon and I’m not allowed to have guests over this weekend.’’

It was a lie and Jana knew it. Jens’ parents weren’t the kind of parents who had these kind of rules. They weren’t very strict. All the boys could be over and Fenna wouldn’t think twice about it.

Jana’s face hardened, aware that Jens was lying to her. Without saying anything else, she stood and left, stomping down the hall.

Sunday, January 26th

Hood covering his head, Jens skated along the sidewalk, on his way to the skatepark. His earbuds were in, rap music playing. He was meeting the boys there, the weather finally warming up enough to skate again.

The graffiti of Robbe’s face came in sight, meaning that he had almost arrived. Jens still couldn't believe his best friend's face was on a fucking brick wall. Sander was one of a kind.

The skatepark was practically empty, being that it was still early in the season. Jens stepped off his skateboard, about to pull out his phone to text the group chat when he spotted Lucas in the distance, at the top of a ramp, waiting to go down. He was talking to some guys, laughing at something one of them said.

Jens stopped in his tracks, stomach knotting.

He didn’t expect to see Lucas there - and wearing that pink sweatshirt. Damn, he looked good.

For a second, Jens thought the distance and his pulled up hood wouldn’t give his presence away, but Lucas must have excellent eyesight because he quickly recognized him. The brunet told something to his friends before making his way over to Jens, skateboard in his left hand.

Fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie, Jens watched as Lucas got closer, every step he took causing a nervous feeling in his stomach. Why was he feeling this way? It was just Lucas, the boy he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Jens bit his lip when Lucas stopped and stood in front of him. The wind was blowing, causing his fringe to sweep on the side more than usual.

''Are we ever going to talk about what happened Friday night?'' Lucas asked, breaking the ice.

''Eh, what happened Friday night?''

Lucas pulled his eyebrows, shaking his head. ''You drunkenly kissed me in the bathroom at Amber's birthday party.''

Jens hesitated for a moment. Should he play the dumb card and act like he didn’t remember or face his actions and acknowledge what happened? That he kissed Lucas. While the first option sounded easier, the second was the rightest. Kissing Lucas hadn’t felt wrong, it felt...good. So fucking good.

''I wasn't that drunk,'' Jens admitted, holding his breath, anxiously waiting for Lucas’ reaction. ‘’In fact, I barely drank that night.’’

Even though Lucas had kissed him back on Friday, it didn’t mean that he liked him back, that he had feelings for him. The weed had clouded their mind and they let their teenage pulsions take control.

''So, did you mean to kiss me?''

Jens glanced down for a second. ''Yeah, I did. The alcohol just gave me the courage to do it.’’

Lucas’ lips curled into a grin, blue irises staring right into Jens’, before closing the space between them, capturing Jens’ lips into a kiss. The lump of stress in Jens' stomach dissipated as they kissed, turning into butterflies.

Slipping his tongue past Jens' plump lips, Lucas curled his arm that wasn't busy holding his skateboard behind Jens’ neck, pulling him down and closer and licking into his mouth. It was usually the other way around, but Jens didn't mind being kissed by Lucas - in fact, he liked it a lot. Lucas’ dominant and confident side triggered a new sensation in him.

Jens’ phone started vibrating in his pocket and he tried to ignore it, but it buzzed again and again and it was getting really annoying. Groaning, the dark haired one broke the kiss and fished his phone from his jeans, seeing messages coming from the group chat.

Moyo: Just woke up, oops…

Moyo: Are you all at the skatepark?

Robbe: I’m almost there

Aaron: Me too! I can see Robbe’s big face

Robbe: At least my face is on a building...

Jens sighed, slipping his phone back in his pocket. ‘’My friend are going to be here soon,’’ he informed Lucas, disappointment transpiring through his voice.

Lucas pursed his lips into a pout, not ready to part yet, looking way too cute for his own good and making it difficult for Jens to leave.

Jens sighed, how could he resist that face? He leaned in and kissed that pout off Lucas’ lips.

‘’Wanna skate with us?’’

He hadn’t asked the boys, but surely they wouldn’t mind having a supplementary guest to their first skating session of the season. Plus, Robbe already knew Lucas from that time at the café.

‘’Race you to the ramps!’’ Lucas declared, dropping his skateboard on the ground and rolling away, Jens trailing behind.

Monday, January 27th

Jens removed his hoodie, pulling it over his head with Lucas' help, laughing as it got stuck to his head. He threw it on the floor, not caring where it landed, his room already a mess anyway, and Lucas met him in the middle, closing the distance, hungry and eager to taste Jens' lips again.

When Jens had first messaged Lucas to come over, he hadn't planned for things to escalate so fast. Okay, that was a half lie. He had hoped it would lead there, but it wasn't his first intention nor the only reason he had invited Lucas. He genuinely wanted to spend time with him. But, he wasn’t mad about this impromptu make out session. He would have had to be an idiot to not want to kiss someone as fucking hot as Lucas Van Der Heijden.

‘’When does your parents come home?’’ Lucas asked, lips touching Jens’ as he spoke.

‘’Mom’s at work until 10pm and my sister is at a friend’s house doing a school project.’’

‘’And your dad?’’

Jens paused, not knowing what to answer. Where was his dad? Mohamed wasn’t home when he arrived after school and there was no notes.

Sensing his inner struggle, Lucas cupped Jens’ face, guiding him back into a kiss, silently telling him ‘it doesn’t matter’. Lucas’ touch was soft and tender, a perfect distraction from his worries. It could almost make him forget about everything.

A lover's touch is more powerful than you could imagine. Touching someone you have feelings for releases dopamine and serotonin, both of which can boost your mood and curb depression. It reduces anxiety and decreases your worries.

Aka, exactly what Jens needed right now.

Lucas’ slim hands slipped underneath the back of Jens’ shirt, causing the fabric to rid up and expose his warm skin, and dragged his nails down slowly, causing Jens to shudder with pleasure. A smug smile spread on Lucas’ face, content to see the effect he had on the tanned boy, and raised his hips, the growing erection in his jeans brushing Jens' and causing a moan to escape their lips.

They hadn't gotten further than kissing yet, but both bodies were very responsive to the other's touch.

The bed creaked as Lucas moved to straddle him, one leg on each side of Jens' stomach. The air had become hotter in the room, but neither cared, too caught up into their own bubble of lips on lips and hands on skin.

It was a blessing that Lotte had a school project to work on tonight. If she had been home, Lucas wouldn’t have come over. Much like when Jana was here, Jens didn’t want his sister to know too much about his sexual life and relationships. Her pure and innocent mind didn’t need to know about this kind of stuff yet.

Jens' hand grabbed at Lucas' thigh, fingers digging into his pants fabric as their hips brushed together, creating friction in all the right places. Lucas moaned and grinded down.

‘’Do that again,’’ he breathed out, feeling his jeans tighten more and more.

Instead of listening to Lucas’ demand, Jens slowed down, ignoring his teenage hormones, and moved himself away from underneath him. A small whine came from the brunet, letting himself fall flat on the mattress, and Jens had to bite back a smile.

''Why are you so far away? Come here.'' He reached out with his hands in silent demand.

‘’You’re the one that moved away!’’ Lucas reminded, crawling over anyway.

Jens laughed, brushing his nose with Lucas at how close they were. He stole a quick kiss and looked back, taking in the moment. The house was quiet bare from their breathings, now returned to a slow and steady pace.

A small bruise was starting to form on the side of Lucas' neck, the delicate skin having been previously sucked and kissed by Jens. The latter reached out, touching the red-ish skin and Lucas hissed.

Immediately, Jens retracted his hand and felt bad. He hadn't meant to hurt him, just to leave a mark on lucas’ unflawed skin. Maybe he had gotten too carried away with the sucking?

''Does it hurt? Sorry.''

Lucas laughed. ''Got you.''

Jens narrowed his eyes and pinched Lucas’ side where his shirt was hiked up in revenge, causing him to squeal. ‘’Little shit.’’

The brunet giggled and swatting Jens' hand away.

Moments like this were something Jens missed. Just being together, fooling around and doing nothing. With Jana, they couldn't have a real conversation without arguing. She was always on the defensive or reproaching him things - and Jens was always horny.

‘’As much as I want this, I don’t want to rush it.’’

Lucas' hand was tracing shapes on Jens' arm, causing the hairs to raise at his touch.

''What? You want to wait for the 'perfect' moment?'' he said in a mocking tone.

Jens rolled his eyes. ''No.'' He sighed and bit his lip. ''I've never done this before...with a boy, at least.''

''Me neither.'' The brunet paused, playing with the hem of Jens’ sleeve. ‘’I mean. I’ve kissed boys. Just, it never went past kissing.’’ Lucas glanced down, unable to look at the other boy in the eyes. ‘’With girls either,’’ he admitted, his voice lower, sounding ashamed.

It was the first time Lucas had put his guard down since they met - fully down. They had talked before, in Amber’s bathroom, sharing little stories here and there, but Lucas was always shielding himself behind layers of confidence and cockyness, playing it cool. As if he was protecting himself from emotional harm.

This sudden trust warmed Jens’ heart. It was nice to know that Lucas felt comfortable enough to tell him something so vulnerable - especially so early in their relationship - not that they were anything concrete yet. He didn’t have to tell him this, confess something so personal and intimate, but he did.

''Hey.'' Jens' voice was soft and calm. ''It's okay, Luc. I don't- It doesn't matter to me,'' he said, trying to reassure him that he wouldn't use the information to make fun of him.

There was nothing wrong in being a virgin. Jens wasn't, but Lucas wasn't worth any less or less attractive to Jens' eyes because he hadn't done anything sexually with anyone. If anything, it made it more exciting and thrilling.

Getting uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation, Lucas used the tanned boy's distraction to sneak his hand on Jens’ thigh, itching higher and higher until Jens caught him and his intentions.

He took Lucas’ hand in his, stopping him from reaching anywhere near his crotch. ‘’Stop it.’’

Lucas shrugged, smug look on his face contradicting his innocent tone. ‘’I’m not doing anything…’’

Wednesday, January 29th

‘’Jens?’’

The teenager hummed, swatting the hand on his arm away.

A couple more minutes.

''Jens,'' someone hissed, a bit louder.

Slowly, the raven haired boy stirred from his sleep, a bit confused. His eyes were half open, blinded by the harsh neon lights of the classroom. ‘’Uh?’’

Robbe glanced at Jens sideways, checking on his best friend. ''You were drooling on your textbook,'' he explained while messily writing notes in his notebook.

''Oh. Was I?'' Jens asked, stretching subtly over his desk.

The past nights have been very short for Jens. The nightly arguing between his parents hadn’t slowed down and things didn’t sound like they were going to be fixed anytime soon. Thankfully, his dad hadn’t come home drunk again. But, their loud, hushed voices still woke Lotte up and she had crawled in Jens’ bed every night this week. Although it flattered him that she felt safe with him, she was an agitated sleeper and the teenager needed his beauty sleep too.

Robbe nodded. ''Yeah. And, if the teacher catches you, she'll give you detention. I saved your ass.''

Jens pushed his head in his hands. ''Thanks, bro.''

''Everything okay?''

“No everything is not ok. My parents are fighting, Lotte is scared so she keeps crawling into my bed, Jana is up my ass about if we are together or not, and I hooked up with Lucas. You know, the new kid? I also started selling weed to help out my parents, want some?”

Jens glanced at Robbe, hesitating. Should he tell him all of this? Robbe was his best friend, he would understand, but Jens didn’t want to bother him with his problems. He had enough on his plate.

Flashing a smile and nodding was easier than explaining everything, so Jens did that. ''Yeah. I was up late studying for the Math test.''

The brunet’s eyes widen, panic spreading on his face. ‘’Shit. We have a Math test?’’

Thursday, January 30th

Secluded on an empty flight of stairs, the two teenagers were stealing kisses, making the most of their lunch hour. Lucas’ stomach rumbled, demanding for food, but they ignored it, too busy licking into each other’s mouth to open their lunches and eat.

Lucas bit Jens’ bottom lip, tugging and releasing it with a ‘pop’. ‘’It’s my mom’s weekend,’’ he announced, mood dropping a little. ‘’Which means…’’

Jens sighed. ‘’That you won’t be here this weekend.’’

‘’Yep.’’

Lucas took Jens’ hand in his, lacing their fingers together between them, causing a tingle to spread through Jens’ chest. Jens couldn’t remember the last time a simple touch had made him feel this way - but he hoped the feeling would never fade.

‘’I’m sorry it has to be that way. I wish we could spend the weekend together. I really do, it’s just-’’

‘’Hey, I get it. It’s okay,’’ Jens assured, using his free hand to play with Lucas’ hair, pushing his fringe away from his eyes.

Cert, he wasn’t happy that Lucas was going away for the weekend, but Jens didn’t want him to feel guilty about seeing his mom. It would be ridiculous. Jens didn't want to be the controlling boyfriend who dictated to their partner what they can and cannot do.

‘’Yes, it sucks that you have to go and I’ll most likely miss you, but I’m not going to ask you to stay. She’s your mom, not seeing you every day anymore must be difficult for her.’’

Lucas cocked an eyebrow, looking smug. ‘’You’ll miss me?’’

Jens rolled his eyes. ‘’Yeah…’’ he admitted shyly. ‘’Is that all you picked up from what I said?’’

Lucas hummed and leaned in, about to kiss Jens, but their lips didn’t have time to meet because Aaron appeared up the stairs, loud as always.

“Hey guys, what’s up?’’ He clapped Jens on the shoulder breaking the moment between them. ”Robbe and Moyo are already waiting for us in the cafeteria. Oh man, have I got the best idea for our next video.’’ Aaron glanced at Lucas. ‘’Lucas, do you want to join us for lunch? Maybe you could even help? I was thinking-”

“Bro, slow down with the verbal vomit. How about we wait to discuss your ‘idea’ with the guys?” Jens said, glaring at Aaron for interrupting.

“Thanks for the invite, but I have a history test right after lunch that I need to study for. Maybe another time?”

“Cool man, no problem. See ya around,” Aaron said, oblivious to the physical contact that had just happened between Jens and Lucas.

Lucas grabbed his greige backpack from the floor and walked away, giving Jens a devious wink and all the raven haired boy wanted to do was run after him.

Jens had sold the rest of the weed this morning. A guy from Friday’s party had contacted him and took all Jens had left with a demand to contact him when he’ll have more. Bless him.

‘’You did good, Kid,’’ Michiel stated, counting the money Jens had handed him, making sure it was the right amount.

Jens flashed him a small smile but stayed silent, still intimidated by Michiel.

Unlike last Thursday, Michiel had invited in further inside the building. They were in a small room with a couch and a set of table and chairs - probably where Michiel made his deals. Framed posters of Marijuana leaves and cars were on the walls, giving the place a classic movie vibe.

‘’Count is right?’’ Jens asked.

Michiel nodded. ‘’Still interested in a job? I might have something for you.’’

The man stood and went to the backroom behind the thick curtain and returned with a black package. He set it on the table and slid it in Jens’ direction. ‘’One of my guys got caught over the weekend and I need someone covering your school’s ground. I’m sure you won’t have trouble finding buyers. Kids your age are always looking for these ones.’’

Jens opened the top and frowned, seeing Xanax, Fentanyl, Ecstasy and more colorful pills separated into baggies. He shook his head. ‘’I never agreed to this. I said just weed-’’

Michiel scoffed. ‘’You ask for quick money. This is what I have to offer. If you don’t want it-’’

‘’I’ll do it.’’

Friday, January 31st

The snow was almost all melted in the neighborhood, which meant that Spring was on its way. Jens couldn’t wait to ditch his jacket in a couple weeks and feel the sun on his skin.

His phone buzzed in his hands, a new message from Moyo appearing on his screen. Jens had missed a part of the conversation when he was in the bus, but apparently, Moyo had found a new girl to obsess over and, to quote him ‘she was hot as fuck’.

Moyo: She’s fucking hot. Did you see her BOOBS?! 😍

Robbe: Wipe your mouth. You’re drooling, man

Moyo: You can’t get it, Robbe…

Jens rolled his eyes at his friends. Moyo was getting just as bad as Aaron. Desperation and gushing about girls’ physique wasn’t going to get him laid though - even if he really needed it.

Aaron: Can you get beers? 🍻

Moyo: I’m already bringing the weed…

Moyo: Jens? Is it your turn? 🍻🍻

Jens: Yeah, yeah. I'm on it

Aaron: Is Sander coming?

Jens pulled out his keys, about to unlock the door when a yellow piece of paper was taped on the front door caught his eye. Furrowing his eyebrows, he removed it and read the notice.

Fuck. This was not good.

His eyes glanced at the time on the clock, impatiently waiting for his mom to arrive from work. He could've called her, but Jens prefered to tell her the bad news face to face.

Her shift had ended half an hour ago, but she was picking up Lotte at school. She should be here soon.

Jens would've never thought they would end up here. He had stayed optimistic. He told himself that it was just a rough patch and they would make it through. But, seeing the eviction notice on the door made him realise the gravity of his family’s situation and woke doubts that, maybe, things wouldn't be okay.

The rumble of a car was heard from the driveway and Jens tensed, dreading the conversation to come. He knew it would break his mom's heart and aggravate her stress, but he couldn't just rip the paper and never tell her. The engine was cut outside and followed by the front door opening and Lotte’s voice echoing.

“-and my teacher said I was the best in the class. She was really proud of how hard I’ve been working.”

“That’s amazing sweetheart. I’m so proud of you,” Fenna said from the living room, closing the door behind.

“I’m proud of you too.” Jens said from the doorway of the kitchen.

Lotte giggled, she ran up to him and gave him her biggest hug. “Do you even know what we were talking about?”

“No, but I’m proud of you just the same.” Jens ruffled her hair and she wiggled away from his hold. “Lotte, can you give me a minute with Mom? I need to talk to her alone for a bit.”

‘’Did you get in trouble at school?’’ she asked in a whisper.

Jens gave her a tight lipped smile. ‘’Something like that…’’

He watched as Lotte removed her boots and jacket and went upstairs.

‘’Mom?’’

Fenna glanced at her son, bright smile on her face. Jens could tell she had had a good day, she seemed happier than she had been in weeks. He felt horrible because he knew that the little piece of paper in his hands was about to shatter her good mood.

‘’What is it?’’

‘’Erm, this was on the door when I came home.’’ Jens handed her the yellow paper and watch his mother’s features pull, confusedly taking the document from her son. He watched as she read, her face changing and falling.

Fenna sat down on the couch and clutched the eviction notice in her hand. She sat for what felt like forever before speaking. “I’m sorry you had to see that.’’

‘’What are we going to do, Mom? This is big. We...we could lose the house, we-’’

‘’I’ll take care of it.’’

Jens shook his head and went to sit next to her. “How? You’re already overworking yourself at the hospital. You can’t do more.’’

‘’I’ll go ask for a loan at the bank. I-I’ll figure it out.’’ She forced a smile at her son, trying to reassure him - or herself. ‘’I always do.’’

‘’You need to tell Dad about this.’’ Fenna shook her head, but Jens insisted. ‘’Mom.’’

''Jens,’’ the woman countered on a firmer tone. She sighed, overwhelmed by the direction her life had taken.

One month ago, they were a happy, typical, middle class family living easily. They ate take out every Thursdays, have game nights together and go to the movies every other Sunday with their daughter. And now, Mohamed had lost his job, Fenna was chaining double shifts at the hospital and the bills were piling up.

Sensing his mother’s inner turmoil, Jens pulled her into a hug. It wouldn't solve their problems, but hopefully it would at least show her his love and support. She hugged him back, tightly holding on to her son.

''Please, let me take care of this my way. I'll tell your dad when he's ready to hear it.''

Jens scoffed, shaking his head before heading upstairs. He didn’t agree with his mom’s reasoning, but didn’t feel like arguing with her any more. It would serve nothing.

Once in his room, Jens locked the door and checked the knob to make sure it was locked. He walked over to the drawer where he had stashed the money and the pills, and opened it.

He had no choice now, did he?

#jens's season #van der stoffels #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #wtfock #vds #skam nl #lucas x jens #jens x lucas #please let me know what you think of the chapter #I worked SO hard on this one

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dallas-owns-my-ass · 5 years ago

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Bad For My Rep.

Paring: Dallas Winston x Singer! Reader

Summary: Reader gets forced to sing in a choir as a form of community service.

Warnings: idk cursing, smoking, vandalizing, prison?

Tag List: @staygoldponebone @botanicaldarling @rosecoloureddudez @shepards-love

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I shook the spray paint can again and held down the button, watching the black line grow in the direction that I moved my hand. I loved everything about spray paint. The sound it makes when you spray or shake it. The variety of colors. The whole style of street art in general. It was something we had to ourselves, us kids in the street. I finished it off, taking a step back and just looking at it. West Side motherfuckaaa. I thought to myself as I chuckled.

“How you gonna like laughing about that in prison?”

I whipped my head around to see a cop. A very unamused cop. Fuck. I scanned my surroundings, debating running or not. His car blocked one of the exits and his partner’s in the other. My chances were slim to nonexistent, so being logical for once, I decided to hold my ground. Better to go out like a man right?

“You know vandalizing’s a crime? No you probably didn’t. What would some wasted thug know about anything?” he laughed, finding himself amusing. I smirked as I responded.

“If that’s what you think”

“C’mon we’re taking your ass right back to jail, and you can explain to a judge why you were out at 3 am spraying gang signs on a public structure.” He pushed me against the wall, handcuffing me. Damn. I really was about to go back to jail. I just got out too. Dally’s gonna kill me.

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I was not looking forward to that phone call. But I had to do it if I wanted a chance of getting out of here. I reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed his number. After a couple of seconds, he picked up.

“Hello?” his voice was deep and raspy. He probably just woke up.

“Hey baby”

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Man, something doesn’t always have to be wrong for me to call my boyfriend”

“Doll, it’s three in the morning... What happened?”

“Y’know, it’s not really a big deal or anything but.... I may or may not have got arrested again. And I kinda need you to come down here and see if you can bail me out or something.” He let out a long sigh.

“Babe, how many times have I told you to be more careful?” He was angry. Not that I blamed him though. I would be angry too. I did get angry when he got arrested for some stupid shit. It was my own fault for being careless.

“Were you drinking again? Uhh Y/N, how could you be so careless? Do you know what could’ve happened to you if you happened to stumble across the wrong kinda guy? Do you know what happens to pretty, intoxicated, young girls at night on the streets Y/N!”

“Yes...” I responded my voice trailing off sheepishly. I hoped it wasn’t evident in my tone that I was hurt. I hated when he yelled at me. And I hated that he was always right. He let out a long sigh.

“Of course you do. I’m sorry for yellin’ at you doll. It’s just that I can’t help worrying for you. You’re all I got. Besides, if anyone dared to mess with you, you’d kick their ass. You’re one tough broad.” I could feel the smirk on his face as he said that. “I’ll be down at the station in a couple of minutes baby.” He said as he hung up.

He groaned as he approached the cell where I was being held. That couldn’t be good.

“Babe, they said there ain’t no bail this time” Shit. I was either going to jail for a couple more months or getting a shitload of community service hours. Hopefully the latter.

“Eeh, don’t worry about it Dal”

“I’ll just get a few months, that’s all.”

“Yeah but those months gonna feel like forever without you there.”

“I’ll be out before you know it. You should go get some sleep baby, it’s late. Or should I say early now?” I leaned in to kiss him through the cell bars. We only got a quick peck before the police officer yelled at us.

“Fuck him.” Dally mumbled before leaning in again. The officer basically dragged him out of there after that. I smiled. Classic Dally.

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There I was, sitting in my defendant chair, at my trial. Fun times. Dally, Johnny, and Sodapop came. Dally, because he had to, Johnny because he’s my best friend, and Sodapop simply because he had nothing better to do.

“Due to past offenses and lack of change in behavior from past prison sentences, I sentence Ms Y/L/N to 45 hours of community service, which can be completed in the span of 35 days at the local church.”

“With umm, all due respect your honor, can I just go to jail instead. Y’know sweeping floors and shit just ain’t really my thing.” I looked at Dally. He was smirking, trying to suppress a laugh or something. I sent a nasty glare his way.

“That type of profanity will not be tolerated in this courtroom Ms. Y/L/N, don’t make me tell you again. And I believe there is a choir that is in need of young members.”

“A choir?” I questioned, unimpressed. “You want me to go sing to God for spray painting some bridge? That just messed up man” Soda started laughing, apparently finding this whole situation amusing. “I ain’t takin’ yall to my court shit no more”

I walked out of the courtroom, Dally trailing along behind me. To say I was pissed was an understatement. How was she gonna make me go sing at some church and say that it’s community service. I mean, yeah I had a good voice, but you just don’t go walking around singing here, it was a quick way to get your ass kicked. Besides, I was supposed to be some hardened criminal or something. You ever see some hardened criminal dancing around on some stage. No. And you can bet your ass you won’t. That’s just how things work around here, and some people aren’t ever going to understand that.

“C’mon babe, it’s not that bad” he grabbed my arm, pulling me close to him. “I mean at least you’re not locked up somewhere, ‘cause we can still do stuff you know?” he winked. Of course that’s what he thought of, but I couldn’t help but smile. Dallas just had that effect on people. He could make ‘em laugh if he knew them real well. I leaned in for a kiss.

“Yeah I guess it ain’t so bad.”

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“I gotta wear this?” I almost yelled, holding up the choir robe.

“Why yes dear, it’s mandatory for all performances. Lucky for you, this is only a practice.” the nun replied. I was going to have to change that.

The nun lead me into the music room. The room got silent the moment I entered. They all recognized me, either from the paper, news, or they saw me in the midst of doing something illegal. This would be the last place they all expected me to show up. But here I was. They soon all resumed what they were doing, going back to their chatter and practicing riffs and other stuff among those activities. A young woman approached me. She was a little taller than me, skinny with straight red hair and thick glasses. She looked familiar somehow.

“Bass, alto, or soprano?” she asked. “I don’t sing.”

“Alto.” she stated. She clapped her hands twice. All the students looked up, and got into their places without even mumbling another word. These guys must be strict. Here’s the little problem with that. I don’t follow rules very well. I never have, and I’ll never care to learn. She dragged me over and placed me in the middle section, in the front. Great, I thought. Now she’s gonna be watching every little thing I do. She sang out “la la la la la la la” and everyone else repeated it back to her. Yeah I wasn’t really feeling that so I didn’t. She repeated the exercise for the third time, and after seeing me not doing it, she pointed at me and called me to the front, right next to her. Here we go again. “la la la la la la la”. I once again ignored her attempt to make me sing. I wasn’t going to do it. Sorry man, it’s bad for my rep. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t want to sing, I loved to. It’s just that I didn’t want to sing in front of a group of people just for them to laugh at me. She closed her hand, silencing everyone else.

“La la la la la la” I just stared at her and shook my head nonchalantly. She was persistent for she repeated it again. Realizing she wasn’t going to stop until I did, I sung it back quietly and purposely off-key. She shook her head and did it again. This time I sung it right, but still quietly. She nodded her head and smiled, as she made the rest of the choir resume. We continued this and practiced some other classic gospel songs for the rest of the time. 4:30, finally. I went to leave, following all the other students out, but her voice rang out.

“Y/L/N, stay after.” Great. Just what I needed.

“Why weren’t you singing?”

“I was” I corrected.

“Doing the bare minimum required is not singing. I know that the only reason you are here is to fulfill your service hours and then go back to being a menace to society after but, while you are here you will not be a burden to my choir. And yes you may have been mumbling the words to the songs incorrectly, but unless you are adding something to the group, you are a burden. So you may want to consider contributing something to this group. Is that understood?”

“Yeah I guess. I just don’t know what you think I can ‘contribute to this group’. I ain’t got no talent or nothing. All’s I got is drugs and street smarts man.”

“As I heard before, you have a nice voice, which can be contributed by singing the lead to out next song, don’t you think?”

“No I don’t think so. If you think I’m gonna get up and sing by myself in front of God knows who, you’re crazy.”

“Whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to sing while you’re here, so you might as well try.” she urged, grabbing sheet music and handing it to me. She sat down at the piano. “I’m assuming you’re familiar with ‘Oh Happy Day’?” I nodded in response. “So sing it” she said as she started playing the rhythm on the piano.

“Oh happy day” I almost mumbled. She stopped playing.

“Sing out, nobody’s here to judge you” she started playing from the beginning again.

‘Oh happy day.” I repeated, this time a little louder and clearer. “C’mon you aint gonna scare no one.”

“Oh happy day” I sung out loudly, my voice vibrating off the walls of the tiny room. “Now you got it.”

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I was sitting on the couch, my head on Dally’s shoulder, watching Mickey Mouse with the bois.

“So, Y/N, you gonna be singin’ in the choir this Sunday huh?” Soda asked, even though he already knew the answer. “Mhmm” I responded curtly, not wanting anyone else in the gang to know about it.

“Blimey Y/L/N, I didn’t know you were in a choir.” Two-Bit explained. “You should’ve told us Y/N, we would’ve came if it meant so much to you.”

“Lay off it Two-Bit, it’s for community service.” I said, rolling my eyes, lighting a cigarette. That was the last thing I wanted, for all of them to show up to see me mumbling words, wearing some cloak, looking like a complete idiot.

“Geez Y/N, it’s not like I asked for your first born child. What’s got you so mad anyways?” he asked as if it wasn’t obvious. What part of forced to sing in a choir wasn’t he getting. I threw the pillow next to me at him lightly. Dally chuckled.

“Don’t get so worked up about it doll” he provoked, smirking. “Shut up Dal... What’s everyone gonna think when they see me up there, in some crusty robe. I’m supposed to be tough or something, and singing doesn’t really help with that much”

“Oh c’mon babe, you’re doing community service hours because you’ve been to jail too many times or something like that. Everyone in there’s already scared of you.” I had to at least let a tiny smirk on my face. He was right. He always was. “I know” he said smugly.

“Huh?” I questioned. “You said all that out loud doll.” Oops. “Fuck you.” I said, sticking my tongue out.

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It was the big day. Fun right? Yeah no. The room was almost full with people and we were about to go on. I didn’t even know people still went to church. Nope. There was no way I was doing this. There were way too many people for my liking. I would just go back to court, and take whatever excessive penalty they gave me. I may go to jail, but at least I’d have my dignity. I was just about to walk out when the teacher came up to me.

“You’re really about to leave right now?” she raised her eyebrow. I nodded sarcastically in response. “So all that hard work, all that time and effort, not only put in by you, but by the rest of the choir, you’re just going to throw it away? If you leave right now, not only are you screwing yourself over, but the rest of the choir, and the people who were expecting us to sing today.”

“You can find someone better to sing my part.” I remarked.

“Oh, so you’re scared? You’re scared they’re not going to like your voice. You’re scared you’re going to ruin your reputation. You’re scared to show them that you’re exceptionally talented. Now let me tell you something. I don’t care who’s out there today. I don’t care who’s watching or judging us. You’re going to go out there, and you’re going to sing, no matter what. Because I’m not going to let you screw over this whole choir, and more importantly, I’m not going to let you screw up your chance to have a perfectly good opportunity to do something that you may love. So today, you’re going to get up on that stage and you’re going to sing for whoever the hell may be listening. And you’re going to do it well. You owe it to us. After that I don’t give a crap what you do. You can leave and go to jail time instead. Just not today.” she demanded, leading us all out onto the stage.

I took my usual spot in the back, but she pulled me to the front. She gave us a 4 beat count off and the piano started. I scanned the audience. Right in the front row was the gang. Shit. I panicked. They couldn’t know about this. I was already nervous to begin with. There was no more time to worry. The teacher pointed at me, cuing me to start. I sang the lyrics quietly, and not that well. I finished the first verse.

“You’re going to have to do a lot better than that.” She said. “Come here.” she pointed next to her in the very front. Feeling quite embarrassed I took my hands and shoved them in my pockets, staring at the floor. “You take your cues from me.”

“la la la la la la la.” We repeated it back to her. She pointed at me. “You.”

“la la la la la la la.” I repeated the tune. “Sing it”

“Oh happy day.” I sung, this time loud and clearly. You could feel the tone in the room shift. “Oh happy day” people looked up in shock, maybe because I was singing it, or maybe because we sounded really good. “When Jesus washed. When Jesus washed. When, my Jesus washed, he washed my sins away.” I threw a couple riffs in there to make it fancy.

“la la la la la la la.” we sung this warm up again a few times. “Let’s party.” the teacher said. “He taught me how” we sang in harmony, as we clapped on the second and fourth beat. “Oh he taught me how” I walked toward the front of the stage even more, the simple rhythm moving me. “To wash, to wash” I repeated from the background melody. “And live rejoicing. Yes he did. Oh yeah. Every, everyday.” I continued. The melody went down a key. “Oh, oh, happy day. Oh happy day yeah. When Jesus washed. When my Jesus washed. When Jesus washed.” I went into my falsetto. I finally gained the courage to look over at the gang. Soda’s jaw dropped, and Dally just sat there with a look in his eyes that I just couldn’t place, but they all definitely looked surprised. The crowd even started clapping, midst performance. I couldn’t help but smile. “My sins away. Oh you know I’m talkin’ bout happy days. Oh yeah. Sing it. Sing it. Sing it. Yeah. C’mon. Oh happy day.” We all finished, arms up in the shape of a v. The crowd erupted in applause, standing up too. Wow. I never expected such a positive reaction. We all took our bows and headed off back stage.

I changed back into my greaser attire, and headed out in search of the gang. I found them quick, easily spotting Darry. The second I reached them they all swarmed on top of me. Steve pulled me under his arm, pretending to hit me on the head with his fist.

“Damn, Y/N, you never told us you could sing like that” Darry marveled. “Any other things you’ve been keeping from us, like a secret son or somethin’” Two-Bit joked. They all continued like this for a while, until Dally interrupted.

“Alright, alright. Damn I can’t even talk to my own girl with all you bums around.” but even he couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah c’mon guys, let Y/N go talk to her boyfriendddd.” Soda started. “ooooooooh” they all joined in. “Oh shut up.” I said playfully, shooing them off with my hand. Dally walked me out to his car, his arm slung over my shoulder. He opened and closed my car door and then went around to get in.

“Look man, you know I’m not good at this type of shit but, Goddamn Y/N. You never told me you had a voice like that. Man I ain’t exaggerating when I say that you have the most beautiful voice I ever heard. Shit, I never knew my babygirl was so talented.” he took his eyes off the road to give me a quick kiss. I was smiling so much by then. The car swerved, almost hitting a tree.

“Dally!” I almost screamed while laughing. “What baby, it’s only a tree.” he was laughing too.

“I guess community service ain’t so bad after all.”

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inventors-fair · 4 years ago

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Rock and Roil Commentary

What a wild one! Everyone did a great job this week, I saw a lot of really creative cards, and I was happy that we same a very nice mix of lands and non-lands. I noticed a common trend in a lot of them. I wish in my article I had talked about the idea of giving the player the choice. We had a lot of entries that either forced the lands to become creatures, or turned them in to creatures permanently. I don’t know if people realized how dangerous that is, making players put their lands at risk of getting hit by removal or sweepers with very little way to protect them. I don’t think every card should have avoided it, I just worry that some people didn’t realise it was as much of a downside it is. Also, nobody wanted to make a lategame beater like most of the landfolk are, everyone wanted to make giant busted gods.

Anyway, here’s the commentary for everybody! It’s in alphabetical order based on your tumblr name.

@dabudder - Oran-Rief Awakening

I see you took this contest to its logical conclusion. What if they were all creatures? First things first, I like the first trigger. I like how it’s optional, I like how it trigger at combat, I like how it untaps the land as some sort of weird ramp, I wish it granted haste. I like how it can either be a sort of slow finisher in green ramp decks or a way to turn your ramp spells into blockers as you wait for your big stuff to come out. Pretty good. The win the game trigger, however, I do not like. A five mana enchantment that wins the game with nothing but a Zuran Orb is too strong in my book. It’s also not hard to ramp this out with creatures by turn 3, giving you only 3 lands you need to animate. I really wish this were more like a planeswalker ultimate, where it only MOSTLY wins you the game. Preferably something that scales with land creatures, such as “put X +1/+1 counters on each land creature you control.” Your heart’s in the right place, I just wish you would have made the payoff a little more interesting.

@deafeningsandwichpeach - Ranged Wildlands // Borlox

There is a LOT of text on this card. Enters tapped unless you control an animal, sure, though might be a little strong considering it’s already fine as a tapped triland. The Slate of Ancestry ability is REALLY strong on a land, considering it still seems some minor play when it cost 4 mana to play. And the Borlox, which admittedly does cost a lot to flip, is also really really powerful. I think you could remove half the abilities form both sides of this card and it would still see tons play. On non-power level concerns, I think the card may be trying to pull in too many directions. Try focusing it into doing just one thing well instead of a lot of things all at once.

@emmypupcake - Flooding Mire // Deepmire Serpent

One of the few untapped lands, but the fact that it can only flip on endstep is a really cool way to sidestep the haste issue. I also really like that mana fixing downside because it is a pretty major downside, especially in decks that are playing enough basics to flip it. But boy, that downside is really made up for on such a strong card. In a controlling shell, that guy can really do a lot of damage (figuratively). It might be decent in aggressive becks as well, but the unreliant nature of the mana and the creature might be more trouble than an agro deck wants. Which brings me to my biggest issue with this card, and it’s a big one: the flip isn’t optional. This means that a control deck might be forced to keep lands in hand to not flip it (either this land or basics), or play the land just to lose another. I know it can be played around with appropriate sequencing and deck building, but it just seems like an unnecessary problem. If you just put “may” on this card, it becomes a lot cleaner of an execution.

@fractured-infinity - Presence of Solara

I was expecting a lot more auras, but I’m happy with this one. So, at three mana this plays like a slightly worse Dungrove Elder, trading off hexproof for trample and some commander stuff, but I don’t think the trade-off is quite worth it. I really like the presence mechanic, and I like how you incorporated commander damage into it, though I’d be worried about Presence on an equipment. But as for the card itself, it seems fine, I could see a lot of decks using it, but it’s not really pushing any design space, and I don’t understand why it needs to be an aura as opposed to just a creature with the P/T ability. I know there’s stuff that can be done with that, like arbor elf to give it vigilance or animating a Nykthos so you can untap it with creature untap abilities, but those combos seem pretty minor as opposed to the headache of rules or losing a land every time someone kills your commander.

@dimestoretajic - Sower of Vengeance

Wow, that’s a card. This is a fun card to read as it just gets nuts the further you go. It’s in the right colors, the set symbol is good, the abilities all interact in cool ways, the theme is fun. I checked, though, and multi-blocking doesn’t grant more than one counter, so that’s awkward. I like the idea of storing up damage until it dies and you get a massive army of huge creatures, but I think there could have been a neater way to do it. As is, some lands will have different counters than others, and some won’t be able to attack but others might. I also wish it only lasted for a turn, instead of lasting forever. It’s bound to either win you the game or lose you it very quickly. All that said, as messy as a card it is to play, I can’t ignore the fact that there’s a lot of really cool ideas going on here, and out of all of the hard to gauge cards submitted, this was the one I most hope is playable.

@gofytomcat1 - Monument to the Ancient Way

Always nice to see jeskai representation. I like the strict upgrade to mystic monastery, a card that was just barely under playable in standard, but sees a lot of play in casual formats. I like the cost on the activation: a 3/2 flyer for 4 is good, but the three color restriction reins it in a bit. I like prowess here for the jeskai throwback but I think it plays a little bit against the card. The fact that you could activate the ability twice means you could get two instances of prowess, which will both trigger independently, and if you somehow activate a second time after casting spells, you will have to remember that some spells have been doubled up and some haven’t. Also, you’re usually going to be activating this late game when you’re out of cards in hand and have nothing better to do with your mana, so prowess won’t come up often, which I guess is good considering what I just mentioned. Anyway, good card! Prowess is a little awkward on it, but I like what it does in the colors it’s in.

@gollumni - Krug, Utmungr Worshipper

So it ramps when attacking, and has menace? Seems solid. I like how it’s not ramp unless your opponent’s board is clear enough, but maybe that’s fine because you can always choose to not do it. I’d almost suggest to give the land menace instead of trample to link it closer with Krug, but it’s fine as is. Very solid card, not much to say.

@i-am-the-one-who-wololoes - Dormant Earth

Lots going on here, but I think I like it for the most part. I like the bounce effect, it’s something you don’t see a ton but works really well in land-centric decks. It also helps balance the manaless activation cost. I like the simple ETB tapped effect to deal with haste problems and the colors are good. As for the main event, the landfall ability, I’m a little torn. I like using landfall as an animation tool, since if you’re topdecking lands, chances are you’re fine throwing one into combat. I really wish it didn’t trigger itself, but I know landfall has to trigger on all lands, so your hands were kind of tied there. Similarly, I wish it was optional, since getting your land hit by a bolt when it entered tapped anyway and wasn’t going to attack just feels bad. I think this card was just a scant few steps from being at the top.

@illharg-the-rave-boar - Tomb of the Buried Ancients

This card scares me. Any land that can tap for multiple mana is terrifying, and giving it to dredge is a whole other thing. The downside is paying life, which as we all know, is why no one play ancient tomb (hey wait a minute). But I said I’d be judging cards in a standard-level environment, and it’s much tougher to self-mill in standard, but a couple looting effects and you have an extra mana or two scarily easily. As for the animating ability, it seems by far to be in the background. Not being usable until you’re got 10 or 11 mana means it’s not going to see use except in some very long games (which if you’re acelerating with this, probably won’t happen). It’s also odd that the untap ability wants deserts in your graveyard but the animating turns them indestructible. I really wish that last ability weren’t on there, because otherwise I think this would be a great card, but with it there I just think it will break... everything.

@industrialsalad - Genju of the Future

Callbacks on callbacks on callbacks. I like the use of frame, considering it’s using a future sight mechanic (and has future in the name). I like the card! Paying two to make a land into a 2/2 is pretty good, especially at uncommon, and making it repeatable is nice. It’s a good way to deal with flood but has use in the early game if need be. I don’t understand the need for the unattach clause, other than to prevent animating multiple lands in a turn, but that doesn’t seem like THAT bad of an idea. Upping the fortify cost could have covered that, which I probably would have suggested anyway. I just worry that playing it, fortifying for free without intent to use it for a few turns, then getting hit with a naturalize that also takes out your land is rough. I know it’s flavorful, but it makes for some disheartening gameplay. I think this is a really cool idea and a lot of it is done really well and cleverly, but it just needed a little more time in the oven.

@kavinka - Face Island

I liked this card when I first read it, but the more I thought about it the less I liked it. At first I liked how it has a straightforward enters-tapped taps for blue base, and I like how the ability is really pricey, meaning it’s meant only for late-game decks (which is what blue usually wants). But there are a bunch of minor things that bug me. First, the last ability is worded such that it isn’t obvious if it needs to be a creature or not for it to “die.” If not, this is very strong with cards that let you sacrifice lands, but I don’t think that’s the intent. I like how it gives you a consolation prize if your opponent kills your expensive creature, but the prize is 2 more lands when you already had at least 11. And lastly, the fact that the giant has reach, while I’m sure it’s just for flavor, makes me think you’re going to block with it somehow, which seems... unlikely. So, as whole it’s very good, but starts to break apart after some thought.

mardu-lesbian - Barricade Inciter

In soviet gruul, gate crashes YOU. Old memes aside, a neat card. I like gate synergies, I like the menace. I don’t quite understand the 2brid mana, it seems kind of unnecessary, since at rare this is mostly going to be constructed, and you should be able to make triple green pretty easy by turn four in ravnica blocks. I also don’t quite get the untap. Usually animation spells that untap are nissa abilities that use them to generate mana. If it’s just there so you can target a gate that you already used to pay for the ability, I think that it’s okay to ask them to pay attnetion to what they’re tapping. As for the ability itself, I like it, but I really wish that fight were optional, especially with a three toughness creature. I know you could always just target a basic, but the fact that it could actually be a downside on a bad draw is a little awkward. I don’t know how I feel about it also being gate hate (since you can target opponent’s gates), but I don’t think it’ll come up except in super awkward mirror matches. There’s a lot of things I like on this card, but I wish it had just a few less quirky interactions.

@monoblue82 - Mountain Memorialist

Mount Rushmore maker? Cool concept. I get why you made it red: red gets land animating, red is the color of artists, and its got mountain in the name! But this is definitely a black card. Even though it’s happening to a land, this is a reanimation spell. It is taking a creature card in a graveyard and making it be in play. If it were black, I’d say the card was fine. It seems weird that the card would still be a land, but all of the land abilities would be overwritten. I think. I don’t know if keeping it as a land lets it keep its land subtypes. I think the ability might be a little overcosted, based on Obsessive Stitcher, but I’m not sure. This is a tough card to evaluate, but my main concern is just that it isn’t red.

@nine-effing-hells Hojamu, Quiescent Caldera // Rohojam, Raging Heart of the Land

The volcano requires a sacrifice. Nice. So, sacrifice a creature, get an 8/8 first strike trample? And your opponent can only stop it by sacrificing creatures? And if they don’t have any, they’re screwed? I think this might be a bit too good compared to effects like jinxed idol that also bounce back and forth by saccing creatures, but kill much slower than this. It also seems weird that this god isn’t indestructible, considering the amount of effort it takes to bring him out. I really like the story it’s telling, but I think it would have played better on an enchantment.

@reaperfromtheabyss - Sacellum of the Sun

I like what this card is trying to do. I like the very slight but not insignificant downside. I like how the color ability requires a permanent in play, and the animate ability also requires permanents in play. I also like that this is in white. I’m sure it’s meant to be a cycle, but white specifically has access to a lot of high-devotion permanents that are relatively hard to remove. I really like how this card helps enchantment (especially prison) decks close out the game, even getting through Enduring Ideal. There is a little bit of issue when it comes to summoning sickness, since you don’t want to give it haste as it’s sort of a white card, but if you have two in play, it’s very easy to misclick if you’re playing on a digital client. I’m also concerned on the blowout potential of removal in response to the activation, which isn’t fun, but I think if you’re at the point where you’re turning a land into a creature with only one card giving devotion, you know what you’re risking. so yes, a very well made card with a couple of random minor nitpicks.

@shakeszx - Standing Battlements

More fortify! Cool! I like the replacement effect, I think it is phrased correctly. It’s actually kind of cool how, even though damage doesn’t get removed, it’s no longer a creature, so if it dies in combat you’ll end up with a land with damage marked on it (just don’t attach another standing battlements to it). I also like how the replacement effect interacts with it being a fortification. If it was an aura, it would just have totem armor, but you instead give the player the opportunity to just lose out on a land if they would rather have the battlements out. I’m not sure on the cost of this fortification, since you’ve basically got a blackblade reforge that can attach to lands, but also costs colored mana, but also protects the user. If I were playing it safe I’d tack another mana onto the casting cost, but I kinda just like playing it safe. I also don’t know what deck outside of limited wants this, since it feels aggressive but kind of requires a lot of mana to make use out of. There’s some real cleverness to it, but I just don’t know where it goes.

@shandylamb - Consuming Marsh

You asked, and yes, this fits the bill. This card compares very favorably to Hissing Quagmire. gaining haste and dropping the cost but instead sacrificing a creature, which on its own isn’t a fair trade, but having the land itself enter more than makes up for it. In fact, it makes up for it a bit too much. Any land that enters the battlefeld untapped unconditionally already has some power concerns, but tapping for two different colors of mana and being able to turn into a creature pushes this way over the edge. That said, in a world where lands were allowed to be a little stronger than basics, I could see this being a very cool, fun, good card. Deathtouch and haste is a good way to get through board stalls, which is when sacrificing a creature is easiest. If it weren’t for power level, I think this card easily could have made it into the runner ups.

@shootingstarhunter - Soiled Spirit

I’m down with this bog. I like the tap condition (I would have been fine if you put the Morbid ability word on it) to power it down just a little, but still comes into play tapped if played on turn one or two. I like how powerful that last ability is, letting you slowly accumulate counters over time until you’re ready. I like how it still needs some building around, since you need to find a way to kill a creature before combat. I think in the deck that wants this, it’ll be a fun, good enough card, but requires enough to go your way that it’s not too powerful. I think it’s a nice card, but I do wish it had a bit more of an out if you’re going against hard control or something else creature light and counter heavy. I think this guy would end up stranded in play pretty often. Though thanks for making it a may! You were one of the few who caught that.

@snugz - Blackgrove Bastion

So, if you’re really flooding, you can use lands in hand to turn lands in play into big beaters. Honestly, you could have just stopped there. I don’t think having to bounce the land is necessary. You’ve already discarded a card, paid for the fortification, turned your land into removal bait, and risked your creature in combat. The fact that you can’t even tap it for mana without it bouncing is rough, too. I think you could afford to drop that ability or turn the equip into a mana cost and be fine. I appreciate the haste concern.

@socialpoison - Garom, the Loamwarden

I know plant thing when I see him. I like how this is a new type of land animation that plays on a few angles. If you ignore everything else, he’s a 5/5 for 5 that you can basically regernerate by paying 2 or more and sacrificing a land. I also like how it keeps getting pricier everytime you do it so he’s not too tough to kill, but he can make that cheaper, though even with that I think you didn’t need to up the price THAT much. It’s already pretty difficult to make sure it dies when you have mana open, I don’t think you also need to punish players who take advantage of its main mechanic. The flavor of him coming back is really cool, too. At first I didn’t really understand the last ability, but I get that it’s a way to offset the fact that you keep turning your land into creatures and having them die. It’s a little hard to judge how powerful that ability is on its own considering it’s a free sac outlet and graveyard recursion, but only for the weakest permanent type. Newer players might also think that they could return the land they sacrificed, but on a mythic (though I think this would be fine at rare) I think it’s fine to be a little counterintuitive. Altogether it’s a cool card, but for a legendary mythic I kind of expected something a little bolder.

@starch255 - Iotrene, Vengeful Arbor

So what if Urborg was alos dryad arbor? I’m not a judge (well, not that kind) so I’m just going to pretend that it will never cause rules problems. At least none of the effects take place in zones other than the battlefield. Anyway, the card itself seems... just kind of bad? It seems really risky to turn all of your lands into very tiny easily killable creatures, and if you’re not mono-green, then you’re just turning some of your lands into 1/1s. I think it has combo potential, but I don’t think this card is worth the headache to play. Points for trying though, your execution is perfect, no formatting issues I can see and you even got the reminder text in there!

@teaxch - Stalking Hemlock

What if Kamahl was a Stronghold Assassin? I actually like all of the intersections of abilities on this card and how many options it gives. Four mana and tap to sac a land/creature to kill a land/creature is cool from a design stanpoint, but it’s really hard for me to approve of repeatable land destruction in standard. This is one of those “if it survives, I win, if it dies, I don’t” that reminds me of cards like Mercurial Chemister and WAR Nissa. I think that makes it tough for this to see play in competitive formats, and the land destruction angle makes it hard to play in casual formats. A very clever card, but I just don’t know what to do with it. The flavor text, however, would have gotten you into the winners circle alone if I didn’t have the fair’s reputation to uphold.

@thedirtside - Unhallowed Ground

I like the understated nature of this card. It starts off as just a guildgate, and the ability is a little tough to activate, being two colors and requiring a card in a graveyard, and the size of the creature is a little small, but altogether it comes off as a neat little uncommon. As I said in my example post, graveyard hate in the land slot is always nice, and this serves as a great way to punish slower graveyard decks like some of the god-pharoah’s gift decks in historic right now. Even at uncommon, I think this card could afford to be pushed just a little more, perhaps by making a bigger creature, because as is it’s hard to reason spending effectively 3 mana for a 2/2 for a turn compared to cards like mutavault and Mishra’s Factory. Still, not a bad card, I like what you’ve done.

@tmstage - Facsimilake

Love the pun. The card’s pretty good, too! I like how it’s got a bit of a pricey activation compared to a lot of landfolk, but this one definitely needed it. Five mana reanimation on a land is very strong (Atzal comes to mind), and the fact that it doesn’t exile the card means you can do it again next turn. I think the enchantment nature of the card does more harm than good in both design and play: the fact that your land can be erased for a single mana at instant speed is a nice downside to bring the power down a bit, but there are going to be some decks that ignore its activated ability entirely ad just play it as a constellation enabler. It just seems a little unnecessary, at least before it transforms. I also think you probably could have skipped the “still a land” and mana ability since it’s unlikely to become relevant unless something has gone terribly wrong, in which case it’s fine to punish reanimator players. So yeah, a little unfocused and overpowered, but a neat card that has potential.

@walker-of-the-yellow-path Spine of Lasai // Lasair the World Eater

Getting some very nice hideaway land vibes, but what if valakut? I like random red rares that are just like “sorry you didn’t burn them out, have a consollation” like Valakut and dragonmaster outcast. Big red is also always fun. So this is already looking very good! I like the flying 8/8 trample, I like how it being a land is flavorful but also sneakily lets it avoid some removal considering it’s a finisher, and I like that its ability ties into its flip condition. I kind of wish the front half weren’t legendary, but I know that feels really weird, but legendary lands are just always a bit of a bummer, especially tapped ones that don’t even act as one-of mana. Making it fetchable kinda evens that out, meaning that you can have just one in the deck but still have 8. Anyway, the real meat of it: that activate ability. I think it is way too strong outside of multiplayer. If you do nothing but play mountains and this card, you can win as soon as it flips by tapping all of your mountains to pay for themselves and dealing 21 to your opponent’s face. I know that doesn’t make it that much stronger than valakut, but valakut is a broken card. I think if the mana cost was even just two mana this card might be fine. That’s my only problem with the card. otherwise I love it.

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noctuascion · 5 years ago

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cryptage angst prompt: "I'm scared of losing you because I'm not enough"

Simple but effective. I like it!!! I'll see what I can do. ✨

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Another match had finished with Park's team being taken out rather early, much to his chagrin. He was teamed alongside Pathfinder and Octavio. The speed demon was adamant in hurrying the group along, and, with Pathfinder's endless bundle of energy, the automation kept up with the stim addict without much issue.

Park, however, had suffered sprinting through the entire arena, had to climb over every rock, and, even when he was sure he caught up with them, he'd look up and see they were still miles ahead. It left him exhausted and absolutely useless during the fights they got caught up in.

The hacker had decided he deserved a little relaxation, so he immediately collapsed on his bed and watched the rest of the game play out in the comfort of his bedroom.

The screen would swap to Elliott on occasion, and, immediately, he could feel his focus sharpen and mood lift just a bit. The man was all smiles and charm, as always, even when a bombardment was coming his team's way—which consisted of Natalie and Bloodhound. Makoa's squad—consisting of Renee and Anita—nearly had them, but Elliott managed to pull a decoy escaped that allowed him to escape, heal, and return to Makoa trying to revive Anita. Thankfully, his R-301 shredded his remaining shields and tore through him.

Park had watched Mirage even before he entered the games. Mystik was always quite a fan, and, frankly, the glamor, flaunting, and charm was lost on him. Then he got to know Elliott, and, suddenly, he saw where his caretaker was coming from.

The man always knew how to raise his spirits, even when he was feeling particularly down. His mere presence was enough to make the hacker smile, enough to make the events of the day wash away with ease. He had his own off days as well, but he was normally a source of sunshine and positivity for the normally brooding surveillance expert, so much so that Park sometimes forgot about the rain clouds that sometimes hung overhead.

The match had nearly flown by, the last squads duking it out, before Elliott's squad secured a well-earned victory.

Park decided to indulge in the after match interview. His boyfriend looked stunning, as always, and the charming smile he directed towards the camera was enough to make him forget about the fact that his legs felt like jelly and the plans he had for making Octavio's legs "malfunction" at random times.

Eyes wandered over the man's handsome visage, looking over every detail and appreciating just how beautiful he looked, even after such an exhausting match, even when obvious fatigue weighed him down—he was absolutely breathtaking.

Microphones were eargerly shoved towards Elliott and his teammates, the group answering any questions and humbly accepting compliments sent their way—well, except Elliott. He always did enjoy praise, showered in adoration, so Park wasn't too surprised to see him winking and grinning, brimming with pride.

The hacker let out a sigh, adjusting how he was laying, his phone now laying on his thigh. The interview was still on his screen, but other thoughts were beginning to bother him—more distracting, unpleasant thoughts.

He's handsome, charming, and kind… he thought idly, hands moving to rest on his stomach. He really could have anyone he wants. A lot of people just throw themselves at him—and he could do better than me…

Park wasn't exactly one to detest his appearance. Sure, he was skinny and average, but he never actively hated how he looked. It was a waste of time and didn't matter in the end. But that mindset was present when he was single and had preemptively hung up the towel for relationships. Being with someone—someone as amazing as Elliott—was kind of a wake up call, though; he was relatively average compared to the beautiful, sweet, and adoring women that always sought Elliott's attention.

Hands raised to instead run through his hair, mussing the strands of ebony before easily falling back in place, looking down at his phone again. Natalie was on screen now, and, by now, she looked rather uncomfortable with the noise. They'd likely end the interview soon.

A moment passed before Park reached out to shut his phone off, tossing the device aside, before pushing himself off of his bed.

—;

Elliott stretched his arms over his head, hearing his joints pop, a pleased groan escaping him. Winning today's match was a reward in itself, but the real reward was his beautiful, entrancing boyfriend waiting for him in his room. The hacker apparently had gotten wiped out pretty early, and, according to Octavio, he was apparently "too slow to keep up," so they left him behind a lot, which probably meant he was in a sour mood.

"Time to be the world's best boyfriend," he muttered, hurrying over to Park's dorm, raising his hand to knock—once, twice—before he waited.

… No response.

"… Probably sleeping."

The trickster let out a soft chuckle—ah, just hearing laughter made him think of Park's, how soft and shy it was, how it lit up an entire room, how absolutely breathtaking it was every time he heard it, how he wanted to hear it happen everyday—before slipping his hands into his pockets. He rifled through his pockets for a moment before letting out a small "aha."

A key was pulled out, inserted in the hacker's door, before it was unlocked and pushed open. Park always was a bit too secure, so he ended up giving Elliott his spare key just in case the other needed to get into his room for whatever reason.

"Don't touch anything, don't eat anything, and don't lick anything," were the oh-so-strict rules his beloved had put in place—jokes on him, because he never follows the no licking rule (wink wink).

Park's room wasn't the cleanest. Wires littered the floor, books were tossed about with little care, and his desk had a few takeout cartons left on it. He really needed to help the other clean up his room—and maybe convince him to buy a lamp, because his room was dark.

Laying on the bed, however, was the man on his mind, sleeping peacefully, which, in itself, was rare—though it was slowly becoming more and more frequent, his boyfriend finally getting some well-deserved sleep.

A smile curled his lips, softness touching his eyes, before he moved over, sitting upon the mattress, the slumbering hacker remaining undisturbed by his presence. His visage remained content, a seldom expression of Park's, though no less endearing. He looked… sweet in his slumber, and, for a moment, Elliott allowed himself to indulge, a hand reaching out to gently cup his cheek, a thumb rubbing the smooth skin there.

A soft sound escaped the smaller male, causing the sun-kissed hand to pause in its actions, before Park settled once again, and he returned to caressing the soft skin, admiring his striking features.

God, he's gorgeous, he thought, hand moving to now run through the messy black locks, so soft and smooth. Geez… do I even deserve someone so beautiful…? Oh… fuck, do I?

Elliott's hand suddenly stilled, blinking in shock, like the thought surprised him. He could admit that his insecurities oftentimes caused some rather unpleasant thoughts to plague him, but, with Park, he hadn't exactly felt like he was entirely unworthy of his attention. He liked to think the other was enough of a distraction for him to forget about his insecurities, just for a bit, but he wasn't, apparently.

Park's fans weren't as, er… excitable as Elliott's. Crypto was a silent, broody character with incredible tech, sarcastic quips for days, and an absolutely beautiful ass—er, face. He totally meant face. His fans made that apparent, too, but the hacker wasn't exactly there for the limelight. In fact, so much attention made him uncomfortable, so Elliott wasn't too surprised to hear he didn't really know what his fans thought of him.

But Elliott knew just a little too well. Frankly, just about anyone was a better match for Park. Elliott was a social butterfly, and he knew the other got easily exhausted with his presence at times, that he was overwhelmed with so much social stimuli. It didn't escape his eye that Park also worried constantly about him, worried about him being out longer than intended, worried during matches—hell, he worried even when he was right next to him. He didn't deserve so much stress, so much constant fatigue.

"Mm… Elli…"

The trickster jumped at the tired voice suddenly disrupting his thoughts, the drowsy eyes of his boyfriend staring at him. Apparently, he had begun to unconsciously pet Park's hair, a bit of a nervous habit.

"Oh. Sorry, sugar," he whispered, hand slipping down to press against his shoulder, covered by a black tee. "Didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep if you want."

"No…" Park pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing his eye, before letting his other hand settle on Elliott's, still pressed against his shoulder. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Eh, well, you apparently ran around a lot today." Elliott snorted when Park pouted in annoyance. "How's the ol' nerd walkers doing?"

"Do you have stupid names for everything?"

"Well, not everything—just stuff you have."

"Is that why you called my drone 'bacon'?"

"No, that's because I was hungry. I'd call him… flying hotdog."

"And that is why you're not allowed to name anything."

Elliott held his free hand to his chest, over his heart, allowing himself to pull a dramatic faux pout that drew a snort from the other. "You would me, babe. I give great names."

"Your pet names need work."

"What? Don't like being called 'the outlet to my plug'?"

The unamused glare sent his way was enough to cause him to laugh.

Once the laughter died down, Elliott reached out to gently pull Park's hand off of his own, encompassing the smaller one in his own easily.

"So, did you watch the match?" he asked, almost hesitantly.

"I did," was Park's simple response. "You did well today."

"Did you see the interview, too?"

"Mmhm."

"… You okay, shortcake? You seem quieter than usual."

"I just woke up."

"Excuses! I woke you up at three once because I needed to know what the chemical symbol for tellurium was and you told me immediately. And you told me that if I called you copper and tellurium that you'd ban me from your room for a week."

"I don't see your point."

"Something's bothering you. Tell me, angel face. I'm here."

Park released a sigh. He could be way too intelligent sometimes. "I… was just thinking about how you… um…" The hacker paused, eyes drifting elsewhere. "You're… you. I'm… me."

"… Are you insulting me?"

"That's what I mean." The look painting his beloved visage was that of guilt—and Elliott hated that it was such a common. "I don't deserve you. You deserve someone… better—"

"Okay, whoa, stop right there, because let's get something straight—and no, I'm not gonna make a gay joke," Elliott said, now scooping the other hand up, holding both up and pressing a kiss to his knuckles—that beautiful synthetic skin of his. "Where's this coming from? I didn't… make you feel this way, did I?"

"No. During the interview, I… realized I'm not exactly… anything special. You… could have anyone, and I guess that…" Scared me was left unsaid, leaving Park to drift off into silence. "You're so much, and I'm so little…"

"Hey, hey, can you look at me?"

It took a moment, but Park's gaze eventually met his, the trickster trying his best to appear supportive, soft smiles and adoring gazes. He sometimes forgets the other's still completely capable of having issues like this; he isn't all blank faces and emotionless schticks.

"You don't ever have to feel that way. You're—You're so amazing in so many ways. You're so beautiful and awesome—a genius and way too incredible for someone like me. Y-You—Dude, I can't even begin to explain! Everything you do and say takes my breath away." Elliott released a breath, almost like he really was breathless. "I'm not nearly enough for you, a-and, sometimes, I-I worry—worry that, maybe, I'm just fooling myself into beli—believing that I'm actually enough for you."

"Elli, don't be stupid—"

"But, Hyeon!"

"Elliott—"

"I'm just—"

"But—"

"I'm worried I'll lose you because I'm not enough!" was nearly shouted at the same time, the two merely looking into each other's eyes, a bittersweet sorrow tainting their orbs of chocolate.

Eventually, Elliott broke the silence, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against Park's, tightening his hold on the other's hands—such fragility in such strong hands. "I wouldn't ever leave you. Not for all the pork chops in the world, and definitely not because some chick complimented me."

"I can't find it in my heart to leave you either, even if you can be dumb." Park allowed a small smile to tug at his lips, watching as Elliott gave him a bright smile—the one that always lit up his world, made him feel a little less cold. "I, um… love you."

"Aw. I love you too, kid, you awkward mess." Elliott allowed a laugh, hands now moving to release Park's and wrap around his waist, feeling the smaller's hands grasp gently at his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to the other's cheek. "Now, I dunno about you, but I'm starving."

"… You came over without eating first? You really are an idiot."

"Oh, shove it, shortcake."

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Chapter 15 - Wind God Forseti

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The war was over.

However, the storms of conflict had ravaged Jugdral twice in just twenty years, leaving huge scars across the continent. Reconstruction would probably take many times the amount of power needed to win the war.

Those who fought alongside Seliph, as well as those who now needed to bear the burden of reconstruction, said their goodbyes, and parted ways.

Shannan, who was next in line to become king, returned home.

By his side was the future queen, Patty. As the Sword Saint, Shannan was nearly always scowling, but that front cracked whenever he was talking to her. Even before the final battle, he was shy when he accepted the lunch she packed for him. The two will undoubtedly become a good husband and wife to each other.

Leif inherited the title of King of Leonster, but at the same time, many wished he would also take on the role of unifying the Thracian peninsula.

Those who went with him to Leonster were Finn, the knight who'd vowed to protect him ever since he was orphaned until the very end, and Nanna.

Nanna was in love with him, but because she was from Augustria, she'd told herself that she must part with her beloved when the war was over. However, when the time finally came, Leif took her hands in his, and passionately shared his desires for her to come with him. They too decided to marry one day.

Though Altena was of the Leonsterian Royal Family's bloodline, she returned to southern Thracia, where her memories of her beloved remained. There, it was decided that she would work with Leif to unite the peninsula.

Ares, together with the dancer Lene and his cousin Diarmuid, decided to go to Augustria, where the battle between the imperial army and the local liberation army still raged on. Ending that war and unifying Augustria was the next duty bestowed upon him.

After he married Lene, he mellowed out. So long as they have the aid of the calm and collected Diarmuid, they will likely be able to carry out even the most difficult of their duties.

After the kingdom fell in Verdane, it had been taken over by bandits. The bow knight Lester traveled to those remote lands to establish a new government. By his side was the falcoknight Fee.

The six dutchies of Grannvale were inherited by their next in line.

The tactician and paladin Oifey succeeded Chalphy,

The wielder of Holy Bow Yewfelle, Febail, succeded Jungby,

The axe knight Iuchar succeeded Dozel,

The mage knight Arthur succeeded Velthomer,

High Priest Coirpre succeeded Edda,

And the thunder mage Tinny succeeded Friege.

(Iuchar's beloved, Larcei, went with him as his perfect match; and it went without saying that Coirpre was accompanied by his adoptive father, Hannibal.)

And, of course, Belhalla was succeeded by Seliph, and he was crowned King of Grannvale at the same time. Lana, who'd fought alongside him from the very beginning, became his queen.

The inheritors of the duchies, and even the inheritors of the surrounding countries, all walked up to the new king, raised their swords, and swore their loyalty to him before leaving Belhalla. From that day forward, the Jugdralian continent would change from a land of power and fear, to one connected by a new bond of trust.

The last person they said goodbye to was wind mage Ced.

"Seliph, I will return home to Silesse with Father. Thank you for everything."

"Yeah, you helped us out a lot! We'll never forget you!” Then, he turned to Lewyn. “And Lewyn, I don't know how I could ever thank you…"

"There's no need to, Seliph. Everything we accomplished was because of all your hard work."

"Now, Father, let’s…"

"No, Ced. I will not go to Silesse. You are the only one who can rule Silesse."

His father's unexpected words pushed Ced to put pressure on him to change his mind. "But why, Father!? The war is over. Please return home with me."

"No, I have played my part. Just like the other countries, Silesse must also be reborn. For that to happen, she needs a power of youth like yours."

"I don't understand. Silesse needs you, Father! Please, please, come back home."

"You've said more than enough. I don't want you to speak another word. Fee realized everything from the very beginning. You should have already as well. Isn't that right, Ced?"

"Father!"

"I won't say anything more. Now go! Silesse is counting on you!"

Ced bit his lip and stared at his father for a long while.

But when he realized that Lewyn's resolve was firm, he turned towards Seliph and bowed his head. "Then this means goodbye, Lord Seliph. Good luck. You too, Lady Lana… and you as well, Father…" With that said, Ced bowed his head deeply, then left.

"Seliph, Lana, though it pains me to leave, I am going to go on a journey."

"Where will you be going?" Lana asked.

"A bard has no set destination. I will travel wherever the wind may take me."

"Lewyn, thank you so much. You watched over me and guided me when I knew nothing. I am so grateful to you from the very bottom of my heart."

"I was merely fulfilling my duty. Silesse's royal family is one of wind mages. Wherever I am, I am there simply because the wind took me there. And you humbly took that wind in."

"I know that, Lewyn. And I also know that your true identity… is not really Lewyn."

"..."

"The Lewyn my father fought with really did die during the Battle of Belhalla. Some of the female soldiers survived, but all of the men died during that battle. So I wondered, then, why you are the only one they failed to find.

"You are actually one of the dragon tribes, most likely the god who made the pact with Crusader Ced at Darna Castle, and granted him the powers of wind magic. You knew that the path leading to Loptous' revival was opened at the Battle of Belhalla, and took Lewyn's form to try to stop it."

Lewyn did not deny Seliph's words, nor did he affirm them.

"I've heard that the dragon tribes fear participating in the human world. But you went so far as to break that rule to guide us. So long as this land exists, we will never forget all you've done for us. Lewyn… no… Forseti of the wind, and warrior of a distant land."

Lewyn raised an eyebrow and smirked. Then, he bowed in a manner fitting of a bard, and tried to leave the room.

"Wait, Lewyn!"

When Lewyn turned around, it was only just a little bit, but he looked uncomfortable.

"I want you to tell me one thing, Lewyn. Did you know that Arvis had given Julia the circlet? And were you trying to tell us that Manfroy hadn't killed Julia?"

The bard paused for a minute, then said, "No, there was no way that I could have known. I knew what the darkness' goal was, but none of the intricate details. All I knew was that even they had a weakness."

"And that weakness was?"

"That they do not sympathize with the human heart. And that you would have become proud of your own power."

"..."

"That if we did our best, then one day, that weakness would be revealed. I only believed in that. You did not win with power. You won because you are considerate and humble. That is why everyone stayed with you until the very end, despite how harsh the battles were. That will also be important for your future rule. You two should remember that."

The bard said, then waved his right hand to say goodbye. His gesture also conjured up a light breeze.

“One more thing, Lewyn! The bard in Peruluke, was he a dragon? Or…"

But the bard had already begun to fade away, little by little. He disappeared without giving an answer.

The Thracian Peninsula was unified.

The region, made up of many small countries and plagued by perpetual war, finally welcomed peace with the restoration of the Leonsterian Royal Family’s power and the death of the Kingdom of Thracia.

The first king of this new country was Leif, chosen by the people and their passionate hopes for him.

Leif entrusted Altena with the reconstruction of the territory that previously belonged to the Kingdom of Thracia.

Altena never left Thracia ever again. For the rest of her days, she protected the land she was raised in, as well as her memories of Arion, with a love so strong it would last her entire life.

The Kingdom of Isaach had been the first nation to be freed from the empire's oppression, but the inheritor to the throne was not there at the time, so the peoples' days were filled with uncertainty.

Because of that, they welcomed Shannan's return home. Once he was crowned, he worked tirelessly to rebuild his country, and proceeded to implement trade with the other nations. Isaach was previously called the barbarian land of the east, but the latter half of his rule achieved unprecedented development, and Isaach transformed into a rich land that rivaled the other countries.

After the civil war ended in Augustria and the country was annexed by Grannvale, it had been put under a strict, tyrannical rule.

Because of that, all of the people had wished for their own liberation army and the establishment of a new, unified country, and those wishes were directed towards the hero Eldigan and the Nordion Royal Family. They were wildly excited to welcome Ares home, because he reminded them of Eldigan in his youth.

Under Ares' rule, Augustria's reconstruction progressed quickly. After that was done, the country continued to develop as Grannvale's greatest ally.

Because Verdane was a remote country, the empire did not meddle into their affairs very much. However, after the death of their king, each tribe had gotten into disputes time and time again, public order was in distress, and thieves went around looting as if they owned the place.

Amidst all of that, Lester's homecoming, as one of the hero Prince Jamke's bloodline, gave the people courage, and many young people gathered around him. The war to unify Verdane ended in less than a year, and Lester was crowned king. He earned the cooperation of both Grannvale and Augustria, restored the lands, and returned Verdane to the country his grandfather Batu had created.

Verdane, the forested land of the lake… Where Sigurd’s prayers are granted in the beautiful greenery, and the clear water is made up of Deirdre's tears. Or so the people believe…

Silesse, which had long been under the empire's control, crowned Ced once he returned home, and poured its energy into restoring the country's utterly destroyed lands.

The people loved their beautiful land and peace that had returned to it. The kingdom that Lewyn had given his life trying to protect was finally trying to finish his work.

And so, Seliph, as the new king of Grannvale, poured his energy into restoring the country, bringing peace to the continent, and creating a rich world without discrimination or oppression.

Through it all, he was always accompanied by his queen, Lana, who was always snuggled up next to him and smiling; and Princess Julia, who always watched over him with a kind, warm gaze.

Many years afterwards, the people would say.

"Within Jugdral's history, there was a holy king.

His name was Seliph."

Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War - End

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Reminder (Wonho Smut/Mafia AU)

Title: Reminder

Featuring: Wonho (Monsta X) x Reader

POV: 2nd

Rating: Mature. Dom!Wonho Sub!Reader, spanking, dirty talk, good girl/kitten, brief mention of death.

Summary: Wonho’s job can be dangerous, and despite knowing you’re taken care of, you can’t help but worry. When you break a cardinal rule, Wonho has to remind you who is in charge.

Note: This piece was a commission! Please see the request link in my bio if you would like to commission a scenario from me.

Being Wonho’s fiancée wasn’t always easy. From the outside, everything seemed almost perfect. His business, the company you both kept, the vacations, getting everything you could have ever wanted, and the attention he paid you would make the best of them envious of your love. However, few knew what went on behind closed doors.

He was a high-ranking associate to a well-known family, one that you might call an established family. Words like mafia didn’t get thrown around like they once did, but if you had to attribute a definition to what he was apart of, that would be the more accurate one. He wasn’t a brute, although he looked like one, and he wasn’t a petty thief or a drug-lord either, he was simply well-connected and business minded, and willing to look the other way when more unsavory people and situations presented themselves.

This sometimes left you on edge, unsure of what the next day would bring. He could handle his own and he had people to protect him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a target. He knew things, and there were a lot of people who wouldn't be afraid to crack his skull for that information. No serious threats had occurred just yet, but you knew they were watching, and you knew they lurked just outside your comfortable life. You had been followed, a few times at that, and you had witnessed him being accosted and verbally threatened. These rare instances frightened you senseless, but Wonho took them in stride.

“It’s okay, kitten.” He smiled bright, pushing your hair out of your face and caressing your cheek. “Nothing will ever happen to you.”

“It’s you I’m worried about.” You’d say, hanging your head.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, either. I promise.”

Though you would nod and smile, you couldn’t help but feel a gnawing sense of dread.

This week had been particularly difficult. Someone who worked under him had gotten into some serious trouble with an opposing family, and they were looking for him. They had already roughed up some lower level clients for possible information, and when they didn’t get it, it only made them more angry and eager to find him.

“Do you know where he is?” You asked the evening after it got serious, pulling your legs up under you on the couch.

“No.” Wonho answered sternly, busying himself around the living room and not meeting your eyes. You wondered if he was telling the truth. You thought maybe he might lie to make you feel better about it.

“They’re going to think you know.”

He didn’t say anything, and it made your stomach churn.

“I have some people coming over tomorrow,” He said instead, changing the subject. “We have some serious things to discuss.”

You knew what that meant. Anytime someone visited his home office he wasn’t to be bothered under any circumstances. You had been staring at the ground, chewing your finger in thought, vaguely taking in his words. Then you felt a hand under your chin, firm in its hold but not too tight, just enough to pull your attention up to his face.

“Do you understand?” He asked, and you nodded slowly, nuzzling his hand in the process. “Of course, sir.” You said in a quiet way, and you felt the tension in his arm relax. He could be strict, but it didn’t take much for you to soften him.

The next day you didn’t have much to do, so you went about some housework, making coffee, laundry. Wonho was distracted for the most part, in his office getting ready for his meeting later that afternoon. You only came in once or twice, to bring him coffee or tidy up, and he smiled and thanked you each time, giving you a grope here and there for good measure.

It was a perfectly normal day, and some of your anxiety had started to slip away, until you opened your phone and saw the news alert about a body being found in a local ravine. They hadn’t released a victim name yet, but you could tell by the details that it sounded like a planned hit. You swallowed hard and padded lightly to Wonho’s office.

“Did you see this?” You asked, offering him the phone. He read it over and his face went from curious to concern, but then he plastered on a fake look of nonchalance.

“Could be nothing,” He shrugged. “They find bodies in that ravine all the time.”

“Hogtied with a bullet in their mouth?” You asked, and sighed as he pushed himself away from the desk and stood. He was so imposing that it still overwhelmed you sometimes, until his arms found their way around you, pulling you close.

“You can’t keep this up, you know.” He said, squeezing you “You’re going to drive yourself crazy if you think every little bad thing is going to happen to us.”

“It’s hard not to,” You lowered your head, somewhat ashamed.

“Until I hear something more concrete, don’t worry about. And when I do, I’ll take every precaution I possibly can. We’ll be fine.”

With that, he kissed the top of your head and sent you on your way.

His associates started to show up one by one, and you invited them each in and led them to the office. Wonho told you exactly who would be there, and when the last person entered and the office door shut behind them, you sighed. It was evening now, the sun slipping beyond the horizon, and you didn’t know quite what to do with yourself.

You felt uneasy in the living room by yourself, even though there were people just down the hall. Thinking about the body in the ravine and trying not to picture it as anyone you cared about wasn’t helping, so you turned on the TV for distraction instead.

It was working for about a half an hour, and you had forgotten all about your worries. Yet, to your surprise, there was a knock at the door. You knew exactly who would be showing up tonight, “no more, no less” Wonho had said, so you felt immediate tension at the sound.

You got up and crept to the door, peering through the peep-hole. A man who you didn’t recognize stood there, and he seemed agitated. You wanted to ignore it, and you did at first, but he knocked again, this time louder and with his fist, and it sent a jolt of fear through you.

“Wh-who is it?” You asked meekly.

“It’s Stevie, open up.” He said adamantly, as if you should know him. You hesitated, and he spoke again.

“Quit playing games and let me in.”

You swallowed hard, this could just be a set-up and the moment you opened that door could put you in a world of trouble. You started to back away from it and the man knocked hard once, making you jump and almost shriek.

“I don’t have time for this.” He yelled, and you turned and near-ran down the hall toward the office. You knew the rules, under no circumstances, but you felt this fell under the “in case of an emergency” clause.

You swung the door open into the office and everyone’s heads turned in unison at your brash entrance. Wonho’s eyes narrowed in your direction, but then he saw your face and the way your chest was heaving, the wild fear in your eyes.

“What is it?” He asked, standing. You gestured down the hall.

“There’s a man, he’s-” You could barely get out the words, feeling like you were on the verge of a panic attack. Wonho didn’t have to hear anymore, he left his place at the desk and passed you into the hall, a few of his associates following. The man was still knocking and talking loudly through the door. You stayed in the hall, trying to control your breathing so you wouldn’t hyperventilate.

After a brief exchange you heard the front door swing open, and then more words, but the voices didn’t sound hostile. You started to inch down the hall and peeked your head around the corner. Wonho and the man were having a conversation that seemed casual, and the man laughed, apologizing before he walked away.

You stepped out into the living room and Wonho shut the door and turned toward you. His associates mumbled in idle chit-chat as they passed you back into the office.

“Wrong apartment.” He said, and you blinked at him.

“What do you-”

“He was on the wrong floor. He had a few too many and was looking for his girlfriend’s place.” He explained, and you could tell by his tone that he was upset with you for overreacting, especially when you had interrupted him when you knew not to.

“I’m sorry, I really thought-”

He stopped you again. “We’ll talk about it later.” He said, returning to his office. You sunk down onto the couch, burying your face in your hands, the embarrassment washing over you in hot waves. You had made a total fool of yourself for no reason, and had also interrupted Wonho’s extremely important business for nothing.

An hour or so later, the men exited the office and bid you farewell, thankfully not mentioning the incident. You saw them out with a forced smile, but didn’t meet their eyes, closing the door behind them.

When you turned, you realized Wonho wasn’t around, and took a breath before heading toward his office, having an idea of what you were in for.

You came to the door way and opened your mouth to speak, but he did first.

“Close the door behind you.” He said, his voice in its hard, business tone. You did as you were told and watched him shuffle his paperwork and put it away. He then stood, moving to the leather couch on the other side of the room under the window, sitting down. He stared at you as he undid the cuffs on his dress shirt and started to roll them up his forearms.

“Come here.”

You felt an anxious shiver go down your spine at his words, walking to stand in front of him, arms behind your back, letting your hands fidget.

He sat back against the couch and let his legs fall apart. “Down.”

You knew what he wanted, laying yourself across his lap and resting your arms and head on the cushion. He slipped his fingers inside your leggings and tugged them down, along with your underwear, exposing your bare backside.

“You know what this is, right?” He asked, and you nodded.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.” You spoke, trying not to let him hear the tremble in your voice.

“What is it?” He asked, smoothing his hands over your skin.

“A punishment.”

“And what for?”

You swallowed. “For interrupting your meeting.”

“Mhm,” He agreed, and as one arm braced you against his lap, the other that was caressing now rose up before coming back down hard on your ass with loud smack. You twitched, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Because I told you, didn’t I, kitten? I told you everything would be okay, but apparently my word isn’t good enough.”

He did it again on the other side and you hissed.

“How can I ever leave you alone like this? You know I love taking care of you, babygirl, but you have to take care of yourself when I’m not around, right?” He explained, and you nodded again before thinking better of it.

“Yes, sir.”

Smack.

“So what do I have to do? Do I need to stop spoiling you so much?”

Smack. Smack.

It was starting to sting a little now, the initial endorphins wearing off and replaced by a biting pain every time he came down on a spot he had spanked before.

“I want you to be safe, but I want you to be strong, too.”

Smack. Smacksmacksmack.

Tears started to tickle behind your eyes and you buried your face in your arms, both from the pain and the emotions. “I know, sir.”

He could hear the crack in your voice, and paused to pet the back of your head.

“Are you okay, kitten? You know what to say if you want me to stop, right?”

“Yes,” You pulled in a breath, because you needed this. “Keep going.”

He made a satisfied humming sound.

“That’s what makes punishing you so difficult, you take it too well.” He said, losing some of the seriousness in his tone. “You’re such a good girl.”

You felt your entire body melt at his words, his praise a soothing balm to every physical and emotional scar.

Smack.

You could feel the heat radiating off your skin, all your nerve endings sparking every time he made contact and burning when he stopped.

“Are you going to listen to me?” He asked, his voice returning to its deliberate and sincere tone.

“Yes, always, sir.”

Smack. Smack.

“We’ll work on ways you can protect yourself. Until then, you have to trust me.”

Smacksmacksmack.

Now the tears brimmed at the edges of your eyes and you sucked in a heavy breath.

“I trust you, I’ll listen, I promise.”

Smack.

“I know you will.”

The last time his hand came down was almost too much, and your safe-word tickled the tip of your tongue, but it didn’t need to be spoken, because now his hand went back to smoothing over your poor, tortured skin. His hands were soft and cool and you sighed in relief.

You weren’t given much time to recover, though, because now his fingertips were sliding down the dip of your cheeks and toward your slit, where they pressed and wriggled through your folds.

“Why are you wet, kitten?” He asked in an amused way. Now your face burned as hot as your backside.

One finger found its way inside you and you arched, moaning into your arm.

“That was too easy,” Wonho laughed, adding another for good measure as his thumb found your clit. He worked the digits into you slowly but firmly, massaging your inner walls in a hooked motion, finding your G-spot and pressing into it. Your body shuddered of its own accord, and when you bowed forward you could feel him hard in his pants, rubbing against your hip.

“Right there?” He asked teasingly, and you moaned again while nodding, your hands gripping the leather cushion.

“You took your punishment so well,” He purred, “But do you deserve a reward?”

“Please,” Was all you could say, his thumb circling your clit in just the right way as he commanded you from inside with his other fingers. The pleasure made you forget all about how much your ass ached.

He worked you for awhile longer, making sure you were good and frantic, clawing your way toward your orgasm. When he felt your breath speed up and your hips starting to press back into his hand, he stopped, pulling himself out and away from you.

You cried out, the sound leaving you in a desperate way that made him even harder. He pulled you up to face him.

“I can’t let it end like that,” He smirked, sitting back again as you now straddled his lap. He reached up and took hold of your face, stroking your jaw. “I need to be inside you when you come.”

You whimpered, biting your bottom lip and giving him that doe-eyed gaze that drove him wild. The reaction was immediate, his eyes creasing as he let out a gruff sound, pushing his hips up. “You know what to do.”

You reached down and made work of his belt, then undid the pants themselves. You tugged them down along with his boxers impatiently, and he gave you a knowing grin.

“I love when you’re eager, kitten.” He smiled, letting out a sigh as you pulled his cock free.

You pushed yourself up on your knees, taking him between your fingers and angling him under you.

“Ah, ah.” He said, tapping your ass with his hand. It wasn’t hard, but on your already raw skin it stung. “No hands.”

This was his favorite thing to see, and in your fervor you had almost forgotten. You pulled your hand back and instead let yourself sink down onto him, pressing your hips in so he filled you completely, and you both groaned at the first deep stroke.

Your hands fell to his shoulders and you shuddered when he reached the pinnacle of your inner walls, then brought yourself back up. You repeat this motion until you found a steady rhythm bouncing in his lap, and he watched with eyes creased into small, lustful slits, mouth hanging open. The way his plump lower lip glistened made your mouth water.

He looked up at you then, sensing your eyes on him, and he was so attuned to your every look and motion that he grinned knowingly, placing his hands on your hips and tugging you forward, consuming your mouth in a wet, needy kiss. You moaned into his mouth and slid your hands down the front of him, pulling his shirt open and exposing his chest, only to run your hands along him, making sure you felt every ripple and curve from his shoulders to his pelvis.

Even though he enjoyed it for a moment, he regained control by grabbing you by the wrists and forcing them behind your back, sitting up as he did so. You gasped, but you didn’t falter.

“You want to come?” He said in a lower, raspier voice, his breathing getting shallow.

“Yes, please, sir.” You moved your hips faster. You were so sore from the spanking and emotionally spent from the entire day, but you couldn’t stop, even now as your legs started to ache and sweat beaded on both of your brows.

“Have you earned it, kitten?” He near-growled. “Do you deserve to come on this cock?”

You whimpered, pressing yourself down on him and grinding him inside you. He let out a sound that surprised him, his mouth dropping open and his eyes shutting for a moment.

“Yes, sir.” You cried out, to further prove your case.

He opened his eyes and looked down at where you rocked yourself on him, his hands tightening on your wrists. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“I’m close,” You warned, pulling his attention back to your face. He let go of your wrists and held you by your lower back instead, bringing his face close to yours.

“Be a good girl and come for me.”

That was all it took for the floodgates to open, your pleasure rocking through you with every thrust, the friction of his pelvis sending you there almost without warning. As you pushed and pulled against him, he held you down on his cock as he groaned out his own release, filling you with everything he had.

Wonho fell back against the couch and you followed, chests panting unevenly against one another, and heartbeats erratic. He stroked your hair away from your face as you laid against his chest and listened to the blood pump through his veins, slowing until it hit an even rhythm again.

“Come on.” He said then, nudging you up. You brought yourself to your feet and your legs wobbled unsteadily for a moment, and he laughed as he followed you to the bathroom.

He turned on the faucet and made sure the water was as hot as you liked it, then helped you out of your remaining, disheveled clothing. As you sank into the hot water, he removed his own and followed you, situating himself behind you. He pushed some hair away from your shoulder and kissed it.

You hissed as the hot water made contact with your backside, and one of Wonho’s hands slipped into the water and under you, cupping your ass. “How does it feel?” He asked.

“Tender.” You said, nuzzling yourself back into his chest.

“Not too sore, I hope?” He asked, and when you peered over your shoulder at him, his soft eyes made you gooey inside.

“Its fine,” You said, turning yourself around and pecking him on the lips. “I like being sore.”

“You do?” He laughed as you laid your head back on his chest.

“Tomorrow, when I’m going about my day, and I feel that pain, I’ll remember how it got there.” You said with a sly smile, and he stroked a hand down your back.

“I hope it reminds you of what I said.” He placed his chin on top of your head. “That you’re strong, and that you’re always going to be okay as long as I’m around, and even when I’m not.”

You nodded, starting to feel sleepy in his embrace and the warm water lapping up your back. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, kitten.”

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