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Black Sails ended in 2017. Vine died in 2017.
Coincidence?? I think NOT!!!
[Video Description: a compilation of clips from Black Sails, with the audio replaced by Vines. transitions are a ship, the Walrus, exploding. a full description of each Vine is written beneath the cut. end ID]
I think we're gonna be friends kazoo kid vine over Silver and Flint in the we might be friends by then scene.
Screaming kid good morning vine over Joshua trying to jump scare Gates.
Don't fuck with me vine over Jack Rackham fighting for his first prize with another pirate captain.
The fuck this shit I'm out song over Silver watching Flint beat Singleton to death. Silver jumps overboard after.
The when will you learn vine over Max shouting at Eleanor during their break-up scene.
The yeet vine over Flint tossing Richard Guthrie's wig off the boat.
The free your mind vine over Vane's speech before he fights the logging camp leader. Fast-forward though the fight to Vane getting his face kicked in.
Sail! vine over a beautiful opening shot of the Walrus. A crew member shouts. Cut to the Walrus being blasted apart with cannon-fire.
Today I will be playing Mozart vine over Miranda about to play on her clavichord before being interrupted by Flint collapsing at her door.
Kitty! I want to sing you a song vine over various scenes of Randall and Betsy, the ship cat.
Do you ever want to talk about your emotions vine over Gates chastising Flint outside in Nassau, cut with Billy interrupting.
Gimme your fucking money vine over Eleanor arguing with a pirate crew, followed by Vane throwing Ned Lowe across his cabin, cutting to his warning sign that reads, I angered Charles Vane
Saw you hanging out with Katelyn yesterday vine over Billy confronting Dufresne about his betrayal, with pirates reacting in the background.
I am the sand guardian vine over Flint and Silver on the beach after the Walrus is wrecked, cutting to Dufresne walking away from them.
It is Wednesday my dudes vine over the island's Puritan priest practicing his sermon in a field looking distressed, overlaid with the scene of Miranda seducing him.
Barbecue sauce on my tittles vine over the scene of Gates and Flint drinking during the storm, with Gates giving a solemn speech. Cutting to Flint laughing drunkenly.
Welcome to Chili's vine over Anne going to Max's room, interrupted by Jack appearing while they are in bed.
Harry what's for dindin vine over a crew member walking up to Silver while he's giving his goings-on report. He punches Silver in the gut and Flint makes an 'oh' face.
Bop-It! vine over quick cut scenes of Jack, Anne, and Vane, including various fuck-you jack moments.
Welcome to my meet or greet vine over Colonel Rhett of Charlestown welcoming Flint into the city, unfriendly.
Dad look, it's the good kush! vine over Vane rolling a cigar, cutting to Blackbeard standing in his tent looking tired.
It's an avocado vine over Woodes Rogers receiving Eleanor's embroidery attempt.
Do you have any ice? vine over Thomas Hamilton explaining his plan to pardon the pirates to Flint, who looks baffled.
Somebody left an ice cube on the ground vine over Silver walking into Nassau's tavern to call-out the pirates for taking pardons. He hits Dufresne with a mug.
Get on top of the fridge vine over Flint yelling at Billy during the storm. Cut to Billy clinging onto a yard as the ship nearly capsizes.
Look at this graph vine over Silver trying to use navigation instruments and explaining them to Madi. Madi looks increasingly concerned.
Road work ahead? vine over Jack in Roger's carriage as they are approached by pirates on horseback. The carriage crashes.
You should get the orange soda vine over Eleanor and Max talking in her office after Eleanor's return from London. Eleanor is the orange soda woman and Rogers is the waiter.
Two bros chillin' in the hot tub vine over quick cuts of scenes of Silver and Flint, including sitting on the beach after the doldrums, staring at each other across a gap, and Madi in between them giving Silver a pointed look.
Release all of those sounds that are trapped in your mind vine over Vane talking to Eleanor while he's in prison. Cut to Eleanor screaming in the corner.
The fuck is in the air vine over Jack arriving in Boston and complaining about the snow.
I love you, bitch, vine over Vane getting punched by Eleanor, then getting a noose slipping around his neck as she watches.
It's finals week vine over Silver scenes across all seasons, from pleading his innocence in season 1, to getting his leg removed, to trying to save Muldoon from drowning, and then pulling a gun on Flint in the final episode.
#black sails#black sails edit#black sails crack#vine edit#loud warning#blood tw#described video#my stuff#almost every transition is the Walrus exploding because 2010s and something something every action leading to inevitable tragedy#anyways hope y'all like how it loops :]
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â masterlist; part 2.
â pairings: non idol!jay x female!reader
â synopsis: you wanted your friend Jay as a hype man before your blind date, but what you didnât expect was for him to reciprocate feelings for you.
â genre: kinda smut(?) hella suggestive. so minors, y'all can just scroll pass this oneđ
-> now playing: I'm Sorry We Lied, Blood Orange.
â warnings: swearing, suggestive, making out, dirty thoughts, he gropes your tits, small mentions of masturbation and sex, possible grammatical errors, lemme know if I missed anything else! not proofread!
â A/N: I fr made this fanfic while putting on champagne coast on loop. anyways, romance untold is such a good album fr, might be my favorite era of enha.
â word count: 6,1k
You never really knew why you invited Jay over before your blind date.
For emotional support? Sure, yeah, definitely, but you knew there was more to it than that.
Youâve had a crush on him ever since the beginning of your friendship, there were times where youâve tried to pursue him, but at one point you realized that maybe he only saw you as a friend, so you reluctantly gave up on that fantasy overtime.
That is until you realized that lately, there has been some semi-romantic tension between the both of you.
From catching him staring at you during the times where you hung out with your group of friends to how he would glance at you ever so often when girls would flirt with him in front of you.
At times you didnât mind and you just gave him a teasing smile, but sometimes heâd look at you so longingly that the girl he was flirting with couldnât help but feel offended.
The ones that no longer wanted to pursue him, started talking behind your friend group about how they think Jay has feelings for you.
The ones that still did pursue him, rolled their eyes at the mention of your name.
Initially you couldnât help but be in denial.
Because for as long as youâve known him, heâs always just been so casual and friendly towards you. Heâd treat you like any other friend all this time, so why now? Why such gossip started spreading around now?
Although, you do recall that for the past couple of months youâve been closer than ever. So much so that it didnât feel like you were talking to him in a friendly manner lately.
Least to say, your relationship with him now is as complicated as ever.
So, here he was right here and now, in your apartment, leaning over your couch as he started reading one of the books he randomly picked up from your book shelves.
The tight shirt and black leather jacket he was wearing bubbled up new and old feelings.
You purposefully invited Jay over because you wanted to show him what you were going to wear to your blind date, tell him where youâre going, and what youâre going to do if the date goes well.
You wanted to see how heâd react.
You wanted to see if heâd get jealous or not.
âI didnât know you liked Oasisâ he observed the cover of the album as he read through the track list, interrupting your thoughts.
âuhm, yeah, my dad bought me thatâ you shook your head pointing at the vinyl he was holding, he raised his eyebrows pouting his lips before putting it back on the shelves.
âAnywaysâ you interrupted making him turn around to look at you still in your sweatpants and blue shirt.
âI need your helpâ you stated putting your hands on your hips.
âI know, you texted me about itâ he replied nonchalantly,
âwhat do you need my help with?â he offered as he stood up, taking off his jacket and putting it on your jacket stand. His toned arm muscles made your heart run laps all over your body.
âI need your help picking out my outfitâ you replied your eyes shifting back to look at his face, in hopes that your eyes donât drift to his arms again.
âThatâs it?â he raised his eyebrows at you.
âWell no, I also need some dating advice, knowing you get aroundâ your comment made him snarky, he didnât remember dating that much women in his life to make you fell under the impression that he was promiscuous.
âI donât get around y/n, Iâve never even dated that many peopleâ he crossed his arms smirking at you as he leaned against the partition wall between your kitchen and your living room.
âReally?â you sassed raising an eyebrow at him, âwhat about that time when you-â you went on as you started mentioning the names of all the people he has dated ever since youâve been friends, which wasnât much compared to some of your friends, but it was definitely a noticeable amount.
âAnd not to mention all the other ones you practically flirted in front of meâ he couldnât help but feel sour at the mention of all those names.
Yes, he did have feelings for all those women that have been in his life. But, it wasnât until he realized that all the women heâs ever dated in college, always either had something in common or is the complete opposite of you.
It was then he realized that all this time, that was his way of suppressing his feelings towards you. As for the girls he had flirted with in front of you, though that occasion rarely happened in his opinion.
He somehow knew he wanted to catch your attention, in hopes that youâd feel jealous and would want to start pursuing him.
Which he knows is incredibly immature of himself, but somehow heâd still fall into the same guilt, repeating his mistakes again just for the sake of getting you to chase him back.
Before today, he had wanted to forever bury any desire left in him for you, to just continue being friends.
But, it wasnât until today you texted that you wanted to see him.
He thought that maybe you wanted to talk about something.
Maybe, you wanted to talk how you truly felt about him.
But, later he dug his own grave when you said that you needed his help for your upcoming blind date.
Through it all, he still had questions in his head. Why him? Why only him? You couldâve at least ask your girl friends to help you out, but why him?
Those questions sparked a little hope in him, a little hope that he has a chance to actually make you fall for him. Though the chances were slim to none, he was still willing to take it.
âOk, but still those arenât considered many, if you compared me with other people in our friend groupâ he snapped back into reality as he sees you thinking for a moment.
Tucking your hair behind your ear.
âYou have a pointâ you acknowledged before going back to your closet, picking out clothes from your closet for an afternoon date in the park.
âHey, letâs say if you were going on a park date with a girl youâve never met before, would you find her more attractive in a dress or in jeans and a plain top?â you asked lifting the two options on either side of your arms.
For a moment in his head he imagined how you looked good in both, but he was leaning more on to the dress.
He had fantasized the both of you laid out a carpet in the park, with you wearing that pretty dress you were holding and you smiling up at him as you caressed his hair.
âWell, Iâm not really the one going on the dateâ he put his hands inside his pockets, âplus, youâve never really met the guy in real life, how would you know heâs not some creep?â he added.
âWell, Iâve seen his pictures ok? He doesnât look creepy at allâ you tilted your head before walking towards your bathroom and shutting the door behind you.
âLooks can deceive, you know that right?â he half shouted from across the room as he plopped down on her couch, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
A few moments later, you came out of the bathroom with your first outfit, your jeans were rather baggy and low waisted, showing a little bit of your midriff and your top was just a plain white top that fitted your upper body just the way you liked it.
Jay couldnât help but stare in awe as you walked towards your floor length mirror, greeted by the dimples on your back, he turned away rather shyly as he rubbed his thighs, trying desperately to relax.
âSoâ you spoke turning around to face him, âdo you think this will do?â you asked as you fidgeted your fingers.
âUhmâ he stared for a moment, not knowing what to say.
You had already looked flawless to him, so there was not much to be said other than to utter perfection. Which he was too proud to say in front of you.
âIt looks, niceâ seeing his response felt a bit lackluster, you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head as a reaction, flashing him a lopsided smile. He noticed your reaction and opened his mouth in response.
âIt looks great, y-you look greatâ
shit
He mentally face palmed himself for stuttering.
âBut, why donât you try on that dress first, you know, uhm, for safe measurements?â he suggested trying to save himself from further embarrassing himself.
âuhm, ok sure, yeahâ you responded smirking at him from his odd respond before going back to the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.
Moments later you came out with a short dress that you thought complemented your figure and complexion.
The low cut revealed your cleavage in a flattering way and the hem of the dress accentuated your figure, or at least the parts that you purposefully wanted to accentuate.
âHow about this one?â you pinched the edges of the dress, giving a small twirl at the end, you looked up from your dress to look at his face, his mouth was opened, eyes stunned, ears red and body frozen.
His reaction made your heart skip a couple of beats.
For a second you thought he was having a stroke, but now you could only stand there stiff waiting for him to say something back.
âUhm, t-to be honest, I think the j-jeans and top one was betterâ he responded swallowing a spit down his throat, covering his coughs with his elbow. The blush from his cheeks peaking out of his elbows.
You could tell he was just using coughs as a gimmick to hide his blush.
Which is exactly what he was doing. His heart was running laps around his body, thumping hard at the sight of you wearing a dress that made you look impossibly hotter than you did before.
At that moment, if he could get down on his knees to worship you. He would do so voluntarily.
His possessive side definitely got the best of him after seeing you in a dress. He knew you werenât his, but he knew that heâd rather put a gun to his head than see you dressed like that for another guy, let alone a guy youâve never met.
Especially, not with the way that dress was revealing your breasts, it had him riled up in his seat almost instantaneously.
You sighed and rolled your eyes at his actions before going back to the bathroom and changing back to your jeans and top before laying down beside him on your couch. He instantly swung his arm over your head to lay it behind your figure on the back of the sofa.
âBetter?â you smirked, batting your lashes at him. For a moment he stared at you in silence before he nodded, flashing a smirk at you before he shyly looked away to see your book shelves and vinyl player from across the room.
âYou wanna play a little music to maybe help you get ready?â he suddenly got up from the couch reaching for your vinyl cabinet, leaving you feeling a little disappointed.
âYeah, sure definitelyâ you said readjusted yourself on the couch.
âWhenâs your date coming anyways?â he asked browsing through your vinyls.
âIn 4 hours give or takeâ you stood up from your seat and squatted down next to him, opening the glass cabinet.
He turned to you, wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed as he watches you tuck the strands of your hair to the back of your ear, your eyes latching onto the glass cabinet, concentrated in picking the right vinyl to set the mood.
âYouâre kidding? Thatâll still be awhile, whyâd you even invited me anyways?â He sat down on the floor and folded his leg, using it as an arm rest. His eyes followed your figure as you placed your vinyl on your coffee table.
There was a few moments of comfortable silence, followed by an ever so small romantic tension between the both of you that quickly filled your apartment to the brim before you opened your mouth.
âI wanted you to be hereâ you spoke truthfully, flashing him a nervous smile feeling your blood rush up to your cheeks as your body starts to tense at the feeling of his eyes on you.
You looked at him for some time and youâd notice how his mouth is just hanged opened a little, eyes dazed, ears red, the words struggled to slip out from his mouth as he swallowed his own spit.
Does he, actually like me back?
You thought to yourself, turning away, feeling your cheeks heat up more and more at the thought.
âIs Blood Orange ok?â you suddenly switched the topic, in hopes that it would calm down the butterflies you had in your stomach as you walked towards the cables, struggling to plug in your vinyl player.
Jay wasted no time to get up and help you set up, resulting in his hand brushing over yours. Ever so slightly, but it triggered a reaction so big inside you, you felt like you could just melt right then and there.
Not so long after you put the vinyl in place and set it all up, the first song of the track began to play. The music filling in the silence that once roamed your apartment.
âThanks by the wayâ you spoke standing up and putting your hands in your back pockets.
âNo problemâ Jay got up, dusting his arms off.
For a moment, there was this valley of awkward silence in between the both of you. The music in the background could only cover such little awkwardness.
His hands were in his pockets and yours were on your hips. You nodded for no reason trying your absolute best to avoid eye contact with him and vice versa.
Jay clicked his tongue making you turn to face him, he was pointing at the bathroom door behind him before rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.
âI need to use the bathroom by the wayâ he glanced at the bathroom door, putting his hands in his pockets flashing you a small smile.
âUhm, sure, yeah, sure thing, no pro, eughm problemâ you coughed in the middle of your sentence as you turned around, trying to find something to busy yourself with as you waited.
The sound of the bathroom door creaking opened and the toilet flushing made you turn your head, turning your gaze from your book to Jay.
âIâm gonna go do my makeup nowâ you purposefully brushed against him as you strutted to the bathroom, leaving him to turn his head to you.
Following your figure as you opened the bathroom door, for a moment it left him breathless, but for the next moment, it made him contemplate.
Your apartment wasnât a crowded space, since there was only the two of you in your whole apartment. Yet, you still decided to brush against him as if you were in a room full of people.
Was it possible that you wanted him back?
Or, was that just your way of teasing him?
He plopped down on your couch and grabbed the book you read earlier on, eyeing it curiously.
The Summer I Turned Pretty.
I think I saw this once on prime.
He thought, as he examined the covers and fidgeted with the pages.
âHey, isnât this a television show?â he asked holding up the book, making you turn around after pumping moisturizer into your hands.
âoh yeah it is, itâs on primeâ you responded before going back to face the mirror, dotting your moisturizer on to your face.
âwhy not just watch the show?â he asked raising his shoulders looking at you.
âI did, and they said there were a few differences between the book and the showâ you spoke as you fanned yourself.
âwhat difference does it make?â he mumbled to himself as he started reading the first page, eyebrows furrowed and lips pouted in concentration.
The music filled in the void of silence in between the both of you, as you mouthed the lyrics, moving your shoulders to the beat as you waited for your concealer to set.
After Jay was about a chapter in, he closed the book. Not that it was boring or anything, he just wasnât interested in where the story was going.
He leaned his head back on the couch, stretching his arms on either side feeling the music take over his mind.
For a moment he recalled all the moments he had looked at the same ceiling.
The house warming party you had at your second year of uni and how gorgeous you looked wearing that sparkly dress as you danced to the beat of the house music playing in the background.
The time you let him and his two friends sleep here when they got black out drunk at a nearby sports bar after his favorite soccer team won a rematch.
He remembered how you made him a hangover drink the morning after that worked like a charm, that he now makes it every time he goes back to his apartment hammered after a party or a gathering.
Or the many times he studied for his finals or midterms in your apartment. You were always willing to lend him a hand, that at times he worries that you were neglecting your work just to do his.
He liked spending time with you, wether inside or outside your apartment.
He liked how your humors clicked with each other.
He liked how the both of you seemingly development the same habits overtime, wether good or bad.
He liked how youâre always concentrated in your studies, but you never gate keep things and that youâre always willing to help out others when in need.
He liked how though you were seemingly cold to approach at first, you soon melted into this kind and warm personality.
He liked how warm you smiled and greeted other people, though youâve only talked to them once or twice.
He liked the seemingly bad habits youâd always mention, but to him they seem adorable.
He liked how when you flirt, your voice always go in this specific tone of voice that has him on the edge of his seat.
He liked how your hair shined under the sunlight.
He liked the way you smile and curl your lips.
He liked you.
Eventually, his mind traced back to the party he had celebrated in Sunghoonâs house a few months ago, it wasnât a big party and only both your friend group came.
You were very drunk and he could tell from your expression.
He didnât know what had happened, but somehow suddenly, you took him upstairs to the second floor.
Dragging him by the hand.
He didnât know if you were aware of what you were doing, but all of a sudden you straddled him on his lap on top of a couch.
Your face flushed red, smiling and giggling like a mad man.
âYou know Iâve always had a crush on you Jayâ your sultry seductive voice replayed in his head.
âBut, do you like me? Please, please tell me you like me backâ you asked with your half lidded eyes as you wrapped your hands around his neck, your face was inches from his.
He did like you, he had liked you ever since he saw you walking down the hallways for the first time.
A little regret lingered down his throat as he had wish he hadnât cast his feelings aside in order to not damage your friendship.
If he hadnât cast those feelings aside all this time, he could only imagine the things youâd be doing right then at that very moment.
But, he couldnât blame himself after all. It was all in the past.
He recalled her pouting in disappointment as she was met with silence at the time, so she nuzzled her face on to the crook of his neck. Her nose rubbing against the bottom of his ear making his slacks grow tighter.
The way her legs were positioned didnât make it any easier for him either.
He didnât know where the sudden surge of confidence came to be, was it the alcohol or the atmosphere at that time, but he couldnât care less anymore as he cupped your cheek making you look at him in wonder.
Your eyes were a daze, looking into him deeply as your face were centimeters from each other. He turned your head to the side as he closed his eyes and took your lips in his.
He felt that you embraced him closer as you pressed your lips deeper against him.
His hands moved from your cheek to your waist, gripping them tight making you moan into his mouth. Making his dick grow harder in his pants.
Your lips crashed passionately into each other, pulling back and forth like a mind game as you laced your fingers in his hair, making him groan.
He started rubbing the sides of your body as he licked the bottom of your lip, asking for permission to which you happily gave in to.
You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in. It felt like heaven to him when your tongues clashed into each other.
Your lips, your kiss and your tongue. God, your tongue. Felt so good and hypnotizing, tangled with each other.
His hands would switch between your cheeks and your waist to gently give you assurance every time.
He trailed kisses from your lips to your ear and eventually to your neck, making you lean your head back, giving him more space to roam with his mouth.
Your sighs grew louder as he started kissing a certain spot on your neck. He took it as a sign that, that was your weak spot. Before he started gently sucking on it making you moan quietly under your breath.
He didnât expect your next bold move, but it made him incredibly harder than he was already. You took one of his hands that was on your waist and you slipped it under your shirt to the point where his fingertips were right under your bra.
He didnât think youâd stop there, because you had stopped for a moment, he just continued kissing and sucking on your weak spots.
But, his mouth was left opened when he felt his hand that was under your shirt, was being lifted up your bra as your hand guided him to do so.
He was now gently massaging your bare breast as it made you moan and leaned your head back.
âPlease Jayâ you moaned his name.
Driving him insane as you grind on his clothed shaft, making him lean his head back in pleasure as you continuously moaned his name.
You were a sight to behold.
His hand was gently massaging your breasts, revealing your beautiful bare skin from your stomach up. Eyes shut and mouth opened in pleasure, as you slowly grind up on him.
It was his first time he had ever seen you like this.
Needy for him only.
He can never let go of that image from his head.
He was in heaven.
But, he would never forgive whoever came into the room, interrupting such a precious moment with you, making the both of you instantly panic to hide and cover yourselves.
Your face on his lap at that moment became his weekly masturbation material.
Making him tight in his pants whenever he remembers it or whenever the side of your body was pressed up against his.
It drove him almost insane, when he found out you didnât remember a thing from that night.
He snapped back into reality when he heard you hummed a long to the record playing from the bathroom.
His eyes looked at your back as you brushed your face with whatever you were wearing on your face.
A spike of confidence ran through him as he got up from his chair and walked up towards you.
He didnât know why he got up, maybe he was stupid. Maybe he is being stupid.
But, he was stupid enough to wanna be near you, knowing fully well he might mess it up.
The last song of the album replayed for the third time today in the background as you curled your lashes, before turning around to see him standing on the doorframe of your bathroom.
âHeyâ you greeted as he smirked at you, before walking closer till he was eventually standing right beside you.
âWhatcha doing?â he asked as he examined the makeup products that was in front of him.
He mentally cringed at himself for letting such a cheesy line slip from his mouth.
âWell, my makeup, but right now Iâm doing the finishing touches, so whatâs up?â you asked as you put on your mascara.
âYou know, you asked me to come here to give you some dating advice, but you know what Iâve realized?â he asked invoking her curiosity.
âGo onâ you replied putting down your mascara, turning your body to the side to look at him.
âYouâve never once asked me about a dating adviceâ he furrowed his eyebrows.
Your smile faded and your eyes widen at the realization.
Gotcha.
He thought.
âWell, I did tell you, I wanted you to be hereâ you spoke but his eyes soften, as if he knew you were already hiding your real reason.
âYou couldâve had anybody else here y/n, why me? Out of all the peopleâ he asked as he crossed his arms, leaning back on the counter.
âI-â there was a wave of silence between the both of you as you looked away, bitting your bottom lip.
You were contemplating, the tension in the bathroom was almost too much for you to shrug it off.
You wanted to tell him the truth, but you were scared that Jay wasnât actually that interested in you and that he just wanted to be friends.
But, by his body language and demeanor through out the whole time youâve been here, said other wise.
Fuck it.
âCan I ask you something?â he suddenly asked interrupting your thoughts.
âSure, sure anythingâ you responded putting your hands in your pockets.
âThat night at Sunghoonâs party, was it true when you said that you didnât remember a thing?â he asked as his eyes widen in curiosity.
Your heart was beating so fast and you felt your cheeks blush remembering what had happened.
It was clear you didnât remember everything, but you remembered some parts that you had with him.
You looked up at him and you can see the hope and glimmer in his eyes, whatever answer he wanted. You couldnât take the underlying tension between the both of you anymore, you knew you had to tell the truth.
Wether it be a rejection or he does actually like you back, you wanted to let go of the burden of feeling like you had to play pretend all this time.
You shook your head as a rebuttal, looking away, cheeks red from embarrassment.
The way you made out with him and the way you let him fondled your breasts like that, made you feel hot.
Especially at this moment, since he was now standing so close to you.
He swallowed his spit before opening his mouth.
âWhat did you actually remember?â he asked.
You swallowed a spit as you find yourself leaning dangerously close to him, bitting your lips, thinking about how you should say it.
âI remember what I said a couple of times, and the fact that we made outâ you mentioned the last few words in a whisper.
He bit the bottom of his lip, containing his smile.
He adjusted his height to match where he was now standing face-to-face with you.
His smirk teasing you as you tried so desperately to avoid his eyes on you.
Causing butterflies to form in your stomach.
âAnd-â your words were cut off when you realized how close his lips were to yours, when his hands gently snaked on to your waist making you gasp quietly.
Your hands landed on his clothed chest almost instantly.
Your eyes never broke contact from each other as if the sexual tension between the both of you wasnât already overwhelming.
He leaned forward, feeling his breath so close to your ear.
You sighed as you closed your eyes, the feeling becoming a little too much.
âGo onâ he whispered as he closed his eyes, smirking in a sultry manner that sparked a fire in you.
âI donât wanna say itâ you turned away shyly, hearts beating fast, face as red as a tomato, too embarrassed to admit the act you did while you were both intoxicated.
His eyes soften and he sighed, smiling at you softly.
âThatâs okâ he spoke as he rubbed your waist, comforting you in his touch.
The silence between the both of you know felt comfortable, the sexual tension was definitely still there.
But, it made you feel glad that you didnât have to admit what you were uncomfortable to admit with him and it made you glad that he felt the same way, at least by the way he was responding to you.
âBut, do you wanna do it again?â he whispered in your ear, making you giggle as he did the same.
âYes, pleaseâ you nodded as he smiled at you, carefully setting aside your makeup from the counter.
He picked you up by your waist from the floor making you chuckle before putting you on top of your sink counter.
He smiled at you as he leaned his head to the side, his hands were on your waist and his lips were merely inches apart from yours as he waited for you to come back down from laughing.
You smiled at him, latching your arms on to his broad shoulders before pulling him in closer until his lips met yours.
His other hand cupped your cheek as he leaned in closer, deepening the kiss as his heart was thumping out of his chest.
Though very little words could convey what they felt at that moment. Their kiss was filled with all the longing and love, any lovers could ever offer.
Your hand went up the back of his neck, slowly caressing his jet black hair. He let out a groan as he momentarily pulled away from your lips before latching on again shortly, angling his head in a different way, deepening the kiss further, completely drunk on your lips.
He opened his mouth and you used this as an opportunity to slid in your tongue. Making him sigh as you finally did.
Your tongues were tangled in each other as the kiss grew impossibly deeper. The passion running through your veins as the both of you went on.
His hand that was on your cheek moved to the back of your neck as he slowly tugged at your hair, gently leaning your head to the side as he started trailing kisses from your jawline to your neck ever so softly.
âJayâ you moaned his name as he started gently sucking on your weak spots.
Your hands started caressing his body as his lips moved to the bottom of your neck, gently kissing and sucking.
Your mouth opened slightly and your eyes closed shut as the feeling of pleasure took over your body.
âGod, y/nâ he moaned at how good it felt when you caressed him.
He pulled away from you softly, you sighed in complaint at the loss of his lips on your neck.
His breath was heavy and so was yours as he pressed his forehead against yours, eyeing you.
Your flushed face, eyes shut, and heavy breathing. Made his heart race and his mind hazy.
Soon later, you sighed as you stared at his lips. Wanting more of it.
Like clockwork, he knew what you wanted and smiled at how adorable you looked, wanting nothing but his lips on yours again.
He smiled into the kiss as you did the same. This time the kiss was softer, but soon grew insatiable as you clung onto his shoulders and he was pulling you closer till your clothed chest was pressed against his.
Soon, his lips were back on your neck and he pulled your collar to the side as he trailed kisses on your collarbone, gently nibbling and bitting as you leaned your head back against the mirror, letting out a moan from the pleasure of it all.
Jayâs pants grew tighter as you both went on, with the way you were moaning his name it turned him on unlike any other girl heâs ever slept with.
Suddenly, you heard your phone ringing from across the counter, making you snap back onto reality.
Jay stopped abruptly, glancing at you as you picked up your phone.
Your eyes widen at the name that popped up on your screen.
âShit, itâs my dateâ you cursed as he sighed, turning away in disappointment.
âHe isnât suppose to be here for another hour, right?â Jay asked, checking his wrist watch as he did so.
âI knowâ you responded before picking up the call.
âHeyyâ you greeted, faking a smile even though the person on the other end of the line canât see you in person.
Your blind date asked if you still wanted to go on that date.
âWell uhmâ you glanced at Jay, who raised his eyebrows at you.
âActually, Iâm really sorry, I canât go on a date with youâ Jayâs eyes widen at your words.
âI have other plans as it turns outâ you followed as you smiled at him, bitting your lip as you looked away.
He couldâve sworn he felt butterflies swarming up his stomach.
âSure, sure, thanks so much for understanding, ok, ok thanks, byeâ thatâs all you said before you hung up the phone.
He let out a small chuckle at what just happened.
âYou dumped your date for me?â he smiled teasingly, raising his eyebrows at you as he held on to the counter.
âGreat guy, but honestly wasnât really that interested in him anywaysâ you smiled confidently making him chuckle at you.
You sat there just smiling at each other, a wave of comfortable silence blended with the music in the background as it repeats its first song track for the fifth time today.
âSo,â he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you blush and smile at his cheeky behavior.
âWhat do we do now?â he asked as his face was merely inches from yours.
âCan I be honest?â he nodded at your question as he placed small kisses all over your neck making you sigh under your breath.
âI spent almost an hour doing my makeup, honestly I think itâll be a waste of my efforts if we were to have sex right nowâ you stated as he pulled away, eyes widen surprised at your straightforward respond.
He snorted, smirking. Even after all this time he had known you, you still managed to surprise him.
âOk then, what do you want to do instead?â he asked as he smiled at you softly.
âIâm thinkingâ you played with his hair, making him blush and smile up at you.
âA drive? Maybe some, dinner?â he raised his eyebrows at you as he smirked.
âSure thing.â
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I Told You To Stay
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
Prompt: Peter told you to stay.
A/N: Ayoooo lol I'm alive. Anywho Y'ALL I GRADUATED COLLEGE and the first thing I accomplished after was writing this fanfic. How have y'all been? Now I have some free time and a desk job so I have time to write more. I literally got the idea for this scenario from a dream I had. So... This one gets a little heated but nothing explicit.
I Told You To Stay Part 2
"Where do you think you're going?" Peter teases you as he grabs your arm to spin you around.
You were the second Lost Girl to have ever made it to the island. The first will always be Wendy. Wendy continues to be the mother figure around the island while you were free to run off hunting and exploring with the Lost Boys. You could never shake the feeling that either Wendy hated you or envied you. She would be stuck cooking and caring for the boy while you were almost like a sister. You two never got along too well, the feeling of competition was always there.
The second that you came to the island and met everyone, it was no surprise that Peter was the one that caught your eye.Â
However, you were always hesitant to let any hope blossom in you since you thought that Peter and Wendy were together. And if they werenât, she would have first dibs on him anyway. But that fact never stopped your crush and admiration of him from growing. Day in and day out, you were running through the forests with him and protecting the Lost Boys together.Â
Tonight was a quiet and warm night and everyone had had their dinners and was heading to bed. Wendy had made dinner and stayed back at the camp to clean up. You were heading towards your cabin before Peter grabbed your arm.
âYou arenât going to bed already, are you?â Peter asked with his usual smirk.
âWhy, huh? You got something in mind worth my while?â
âOnly one way to find out, I suppose.â He hides his smile from you as he leads you into the forest. That leads to where you are now. Running through the trees and climbing up the cliff as Peter is bounding off in front of you.
Coming to a stop behind Peter, you drop your hands to your knees and your head drops to start gasping for air. âAre we there yet? I feel like my lungs are going to explode!â
All of a sudden youâre squealing in delight because Peter ran over to you and scooped you into the air, carrying you bridal style. He takes off flying and your arms shoot out and wrapped around his neck.Â
âWhat are you doing?!âÂ
âTaking you up to see the stars!â He yelled over the whistling wind as you continued laughing until tears formed in your eyes.Â
Daring to peek over his shoulders, you gasp at the beautiful aerial view of the island before he dives and does a giant loop in the air. Hugging him close, you shove your face into his neck and breathe in his scent. Though the night was cool, you felt warm against him. Wanting this moment to last forever but you know it canât, you decide that you will hold this memory so you can always relive this happiness that you feel.Â
Feeling dizzy either from the adrenaline or from him, you rest your head against him and press a soft kiss on his neck.Â
Suddenly, Peter tosses you lightly into the air and you are airborne before he catches you but now your position has changed. Now you are sitting, straddling his hips, as his hands come to your behind to carry your weight. Your arms wrap around his neck again but now you are face-to-face with him.Â
As a blush covers your face, you whisper, âWell hi there.âÂ
He gives you a small smile as he looks at your thorough hooded eyes, âMuch better donât you think? Now I can see you.âÂ
You sit there, chest to chest with breaths mingling, completely suspended in the air over a cliff. âWhat are we doing, Y/N?â His whisper caresses your skin and he leans in just a little bit closer.
âWhat do you mean?â You canât help but do the same, almost like a string pulling you to him.
âYou know exactly what I mean. Have you casted a spell on me? Making me dream of you every night and thinking of you every minute the sun is up? Have you made yourself my personal magnet to me so I can never not be near you? Are you bewitching me?â He continues to whisper as one of his hands drags up your body and grips the back of your neck, pulling you in closer until your noses are barely touching.Â
Your breaths are coming out shaking but your fingers find their way to his hand and you tighten your hold, desperately keeping him close.Â
âWhat if itâs you that is playing with my head?â
Your lips are brushing against each other but not quite touching. Your brain fogs with desire but itâs all pulled away from you as Peter abruptly pulls away and starts flying back to land.
âWha-â Youâre dizzy from the sudden change but you arenât able to be stable on your feet before Peter is hurriedly pulling you through the trees. Silently giggling and running through the forest, your heart is beating out of your chest.Â
Coming to a clearing, you see a small and simple log cabin sitting by itself. There are a few steps leading up to a porch that surrounds the little cabin.Â
âWhere are we, Peter?â
âThis is my place.â He finally slows down to a stop.
He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. The movement pulls a giggle out of your throat but you donât take your eyes off the cute cottage.
âI thought you had a tent back at the campsite with everyone else, hm? Are you keeping secrets from us now?â You tease.
âI always have secrets, donât you know. But this is my own quiet place. I come here when I need to think. Or when Iâm scheming.â He tickles your sides and gives your neck a quick kiss before he straightens. âCome on, letâs go inside.â He takes your hand and walks you into the cabin.Â
The inside of the cabin matches its look on the outside. Comfortable. Simple. Nothing extravagant. The main room is open. One side seems to act as a dining room with a large table with a few chairs beside it. The other side of the room has a matching large table but this table is covered in maps, scrolls, trinkets, and many other items you did not recognize. You see a door towards the back of the cabin which you could tell leads to a bedroom. Â
âHere, let me get you some water before you pass out on me.âÂ
But before Peter could take a step or before you could even respond, a voice calls out from the back room.
âPeter darling? Did you just get home?â
The blood drains from your face and your eyes grow to saucers as you see Wendy walk out of the back room. Your ears started ringing and it feels as though everything is happening so fast yet so slowly.Â
Peter marches over to Wendy and angrily argues with her though you couldnât hear anything over the muffling in your ears. âWhat are you doing here? Who said you could be here?â
âWhat are you talking about, baby? Donât be like that.âÂ
Wendy tries to run her hands up Peterâs front side but her hands do not get far before he grabs her hands and throws them off of him.Â
Your eyes shoot back and forth between Peter and Wendy and you could hear yourself mumbling, âIâm sorry. I didnât know. I didnât-â You hadnât realized that you were backing up until you felt the front door hit your back.Â
Before you knew it, Peter was in front of you. All you could do was stare up at him with your heart ready to leap out of your chest. You were confused and hurt and scared and you wanted to be mad. But looking up at him. With his face soft and full of worry. All you could do was trust. Trust in what, you werenât sure. But a wave of calmness fell over you as you looked at him and his hands came up to softly grip your shoulders.Â
Peter was gently moving you through the cabin and you could hear Wendy protesting but you couldnât clear your head enough to hear what she was saying. Peter leads you to the back room which is his bedroom. He sits you on his bed and whispers to you, âStay here.âÂ
âPeter, I can go. I shouldâve known you two were together. I shouldnât be here, I can go.â But before you could make a move for the door, Peter grips your face gently but firmly, âI said âstay hereâ. I will figure this out. Iâm not with her. She isnât welcome here. You. Stay. Here.âÂ
Peter slammed the door behind him as he left and all you could do was sit on the bed as you were told. Looking around the room, there wasnât much there to keep you entertained. There was a nightstand by the bed with a few nicknacks on it. A desk with papers covered in writing you couldnât read. No pictures. No posters. Nothing. Twiddling your thumbs, you tried to not overthink. You sat as patiently as you could but as the minutes ticked by and their angry whispering didn't stop, your anxiety started to kick up.
What if he is lying? Why would she just randomly be here? Sheâs comfortable enough coming in and out of his place like that. He could just be telling me what I want to hear. Of course, theyâre together. Even a blind person could see that they were together. When did I become so dumb?! I need to get out of here.Â
Your breathing starts to become more rapid as your mind starts spiraling. Looking around the room, there was only one door, and that led back to the main room where Peter and Wendy are. The only other thing in the room was a window that sat above the desk. That was your ticket out. You thank the stars that you werenât on an upstairs floor or anything or else this escape plan was going to be harder than you thought.
Swinging the window wide enough for your body to fit through, you quietly climbed up onto the table, careful not to disturb anything, and started to push out. You managed to make your way out but you accidentally made a loud thump as your body hit the back deck. Before you could stop and think about what to do, you jumped to your feet and took off running into the forest.Â
You ran until your lungs burned and ran some more. All around you were trees, trees, and more trees. Everything looked the same yet you didnât recognize where you were. âShit I should have been paying attention on the way here. Where the fuck am I?â
Coming to a stop, you drop your hands to your knees to try and catch your breath. After a few deep breaths, you stand up tall and prepare to take off again, at a more reasonable pace this time that youâre far enough away.
But before you could head off, something flies into you and you go slamming back into a tree. A warm, hard body pushes up against you and holds you flush against the tree with no room to escape. Itâs still too dark in the night and the trees are blocking the moonlight so you canât see what has you pinned. You start wiggling around and try to use your hands to push yourself free but a hand wraps around your wrists and pins them above your head. Something comes close to your ear and you could feel the anger radiating from this figure.
âI thought I told you to stay.â
I Told You To Stay Pt. 2
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Ayyyy more delayed Pomctober for y'all,this is the 1st part since I finally did all of them but they're like 11 and I can only put 10,idk how to put more :'^
Anyways here's the Pomnis from AUs made by cool ppl,discovering other AUs I didn't know they existed is pretty fun to read,draw and everything. I'll post the rest tonight so stay tuned :Âł credits coming uP:
Casino AU(one of my favorites I drew): @cna-enterprise
Freakshow Circus AU(I'll probably post my oc in this one soon since I love it alot,I hope you're ok with OcxCanon ;w;): @kookydoodleky
Abandonware AU: @vvickydisc
Ragamaster AU: @milezperprower
Digital Nightmares AU: @iamespecter
(useless fact I was listening to Yaelokre on loop while drawing these jjjjj I'm obsessed-)
#the amazing digital circus#digital circus#digital circus art#digital circus pomni#amazing digital circus#the amazing digital circus au#theamazingdigitalcircus#the amazing digital circus pomni#pomni fanart#pomni tadc#tadc pomni#pomni#pomctober#artists on tumblr#art#artist on tumblr#traditional art#traditional artist#tadc art#tadc fanart#tadc au#tadc
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Got a case of reaaallly sensitive breasts so !!!
Werewolf chris and nipple play đş
funny thing... i already had a drabble with this scenario, so i started tweaking it as soon as i received this ask... now i don't think i can call this a drabble anymore lmao. hope y'all enjoy it.
Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you donât really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~4k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU ¡ smut | established relationship | reader is chubby based on former instalments, but thereâs no focus on it in this piece ¡ pet names ¡ lots and lots of praising ¡ nipple play ¡ cock warming ¡ interruptions (but itâs fine, i promise) ¡ unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method used, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control] ¡ creampie.
minors do not interact.
When Chris came home earlier this afternoon, all sad and pouty because nothing seemed to have gone how he wanted it to today, you offered the one thing you knew would help him start improving his mood.Â
âDo you want me to help you find solutions, or do you just want to vent?â Youâd asked him while you prepared some relaxing tea.
âGod, I really just want to ventâŚâ Chris replied simply, which was perfectly valid.
So he did just that, all while you delicately massaged his broadâand admittedly tenseâshoulders, taking the occasional sip of your cups of tea. Chris sat on one of the kitchen stools, and you stood behind him, listening intently to him for as long as he needed you to.
ââŚBut itâs all boring, stupid shit. I know, I know. I need to let it goâ, Chris finished his rant with a sigh, tilting his head back to lean it against you.
âItâs not stupid, baby. Youâve got very valid reasons to be frustrated about itâ, you moved your hands from where theyâd been kneading his shoulders to his hair, so you could caress the soft strands.
Chris immediately closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He was quiet for a while, just enjoying the movements of your fingers against his scalp.
âThank you, loveâ, he mumbled eventually, finally opening his eyes and turning around to place his hands on your waist.
âNothing to thank me for, darlingâ, you mumbled back, just as you looped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss.
Chris pulled you closer to him so you could stand between his parted legs, chest against chest. The stools of your kitchen were tall, so it was easy to just melt into the kiss, he might as well have been standing with how minimal the height difference was.
After a while of just kissing, one of his hands found its way under the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to grab a handful of your ass. The sudden action made you squeal in surprise, but the sound quickly evolved into a chuckle.
âHandsy, huh?â You asked between pecks of your lips, carding your fingers through his hair.
âMhmâŚâ Chrisâ lips were on your neck in an instant, slowly, oh, so very slowly leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin. Youâd lie if you said it wasnât heating you up. It was almost like he just knew youâd been dying to be with him all day. âDonât see you complaining. If anything, your heartâs beating faster, and you know I can just smell how horny you areâ.
Caught red-handed, as always.
As your boyfriend nibbled on your pulsepoint, his free hand joined the other on your backside, for him to knead and squeeze your buttocks to his heartâs content. You could stop him whenever. You knew that the second the words came out of your mouth heâd stop completely⌠But you honestly didnât want him to.
âYou knowâŚâ Chris mumbled against the skin of your neck, coaxing goosebumps to raise on your flesh. âI think Iâm still a bit stressedâ.
He wasnât stressed anymore. He knew it, you knew it, and he knew that you knew, but you decided to humour him anyway.
âAre you?â You chuckled, grabbing a handful of his hair to pull him away from your neck. Chris just let you move him like that, and the moment his eyes landed on yours, you started to feel tingly all over.
You werenât sure if it was due to how blown his pupils suddenly were, or if it was that damned animal stare of his that always seemed to affect you in ways it certainly shouldnât have, but you immediately felt your breath catch in your throat. Especially when his grip on your bum tightened.
âMm. Veryâ, Chris grinned at youâa wolfish grin, very fitting for someone like him. âThink my pretty girlfriend would like to help out with that?â
âMmmâŚâ You acted as if you were thinking about his question, as if it needed an in depth analysis before you could answer it, but, ultimately, you grinned back at him. âYouâre saying that your pretty girlfriend listening to your problems for almost twenty minutes isnât enough?â
Chrisâ smug façade immediately crumbled, replaced with the most adorable pout and puppy eyes youâd ever seen. âBaaabe, thatâs not what I meeeaanâŚâ
You couldnât help but laugh. âI know, I know. Iâm just teasing you, Iâm sorry. Tell me, baby, what do you want from me? Whatever it is, just say it, and itâs yoursâ.
ââŚWhatever I want?â Chris asked, as if he didnât know that he could ask absolutely anything of you, and that youâd give him exactly what he wanted. Just like he would do for you.
âWhatever you want, babyâ.
Chris hummed. His eyes jumped all over your face, taking in your features, until they finally started travelling further down to look at your neck, your chest, your legs⌠Even if your body was covered by his t-shirt, it was like the garment simply didnât exist.
Finally, when he had seemingly decided just what he wanted, he took a deep breath. One of his hands let go of your bum to start making its way towards your tummy. Chris squeezed the flesh briefly, then he dragged that same hand all the way up your torso, until it reached one of your breasts.
It was such a simple thing, but the way his palm wouldnât detach from your skin had heat spreading all throughout your body, even more so when he gave your breast a hefty squeeze, only to finally pinch your nipple.
You bit your lip at the sensation, tugging a bit on his hair. For no particular reason other than because you could.
Chrisâ eyes were focused on your chest, on the movement of his hand under the fabric. After a deep breath, he finally spoke again.
âI know what I wantâŚâ
Soft, wet sounds filled the space of your living room. They mingled with the content sighs leaving your boyfriendâs mouth, and with your occasional quiet moans.
When Chris told you this was what he wanted, it hadnât been exactly what you had expected, but you certainly werenât going to complain. Not when his monster cock was buried deep within your walls, not when his lips were attached to your chestâŚ
You were certain you had surpassed the thirty minute mark already. Over thirty minutes spent sitting on this armchair, straddling him, becoming putty in his hands. Thirty minutes of sweet, sweet torture.Â
Chris detached his mouth from your chest. Squeezing your breasts gently with both hands, he blew on your nipples, the feeling was enhanced by the remnants of his saliva spread all over. You felt your walls clamp around his length, and a whine escaped your mouth.Â
âYouâre dripping, pretty baby. I can feel it trickling downâ, Chris chuckled, kneading your breasts. He sounded immensely amused, and you attempted to bury your face in the crook of his neck as soon as you felt your cheeks heating up.
âThatâs because my boyfriend has been playing with my tits for almost an hourâ, you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.Â
âShould we stop?â His hands immediately stopped their motions on your chest, although he didnât remove them. The question was genuine, it spread a pleasant warmth within you, and you couldnât help but appreciate that he checked in on you. He always did, and you always appreciated it.
âNoâ, you replied almost immediately, trying not to pout at the dwindling of your pleasure when his fingers stopped stimulating your nipples. âI love when you play with themâŚâ
âYou do?â Chris smiled at you, dipping his hands from your tits briefly to caress your sides, making goosebumps raise on your skin.
You nodded in response, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. His hands continued their path lower, finding your thighs, gripping the flesh tightly while biting his bottom lip. Your mind was already drifting elsewhere, transported by the dark haze in Chrisâ eyes, by his hands on your body.
âYou like it when I fondle them?â Chris brought his hands back to your breasts, and started kneading them gently. You nodded, absentmindedly licking your lower lip while you stared into his eyes.Â
âYeah? Mmm⌠You like it when I⌠ghost my fingers over your nipples like this?â He dragged his thumbs over the stiffened buds, slowly, with barely any pressure, but the movement had you inhaling deeply, and your thighs twitching with need. You nodded again.
âWhat about⌠when I roll them between my fingers like this?â As soon as both his thumbs and index fingers pinched each nipple, rolling them softly, you couldnât contain the moan that came out of your mouth. The contact had sparks of pleasure shooting from your chest to your core, making you clench around his length, making Chris inhale deeply at the tight grip of your walls.Â
âIâI doâ, you replied simply, closing your eyes and throwing your head back as your boyfriend kept rolling your nipples between his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure.Â
âYou always make the prettiest noises when I play with your tits, loveâ, Chris kissed your cheek, making you flush impossibly further.Â
He left a trail of kisses from your cheek to your ear, whispering as he went. âMy girlâs perfect tits, hm? So full and soft⌠I love playing with them, too, you know?âÂ
A shiver ran up and down your spine when he whispered in your ear. You did know, but you loved hearing it anyway. Once again, you nodded, taking in deep breaths, whining a bit the more he played with your chest.Â
âWhat about my mouth, baby?â Chris mumbled, still close to your ear, pressing his cheek against yours. âDo you like my mouth on your tits, too?â
You nodded, eagerly, desperately⌠Your body started to tremble because of the way he talked to you, because of his hands working your chest, and his cock stretching you open. âLove your mouth on my titsâŚâ
âMmm⌠Love having your tits in my mouth, tooâ, Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek, an oddly tender gesture considering the circumstances. You whimpered as soon as his lips were pressed to your heated skin, digging your nails further into his shoulders.Â
Chris finally stopped stimulating your chest, and you exhaled, finding both agony and relief in the lack of contact. Cupping your breasts, squeezing them, he took them in his hands, and he leaned in, slowly, almost tentatively landing a lick on one of your nipples. Before you could even react, his lips closed around the sensitive bud, and it made you moan again, a bit more desperate this time.
His languid licks had you trembling once again, they had you whining like a hungry puppy, and you supposed you were. Right then, you certainly felt like one.
You wanted to roll your hips, to try to find some delicious friction by rubbing your clit against his pubic bone, but you knew he wanted you to be still. So you tried your best to not move, you simply held onto his shoulders as tightly as you could, getting increasingly more worked up the longer he sucked, and licked, and touched your sensitive breasts.
The rumble on the side table next to the armchair pulled you out of the daze Chrisâ attention had you in. He detached his mouth from your chest to look at the rumbling device, and you immediately whined at the loss of contact. He read the caller ID out loud. You couldnât help but sigh, annoyed. It was your boss, of all peopleâŚÂ
âYou should take thatâ, Chris removed his hands from your chest, leaning back on the armchair and placing his hands on your thighs, squeezing them. âCould be importantâ.
A pout immediately formed on your lips. He just giggled when he saw it, cupping your cheek and tugging your bottom lip with his thumb.
Finally, with another sigh of annoyance, you reached for your phone and answered the call. âHello?â
The audacity of your boss to call you out of your business hours⌠And for something so stupid. It was like all those delicious endorphins that had flooded your brain throughout the past hour were forcibly flushed out of your system as soon as you heard her voice.
A frown made its way to your face while you listened to her oh, so urgent query. Momentarily, you forgot about your boyfriendâs thickness deep inside you. At least, until he leaned into you again, wrapping his arms around your waist and attaching his lips to your collarbone.
Saliva pooled in your mouth, so you swallowed, closing your eyes to attempt to focus on what your boss was telling you. Admittedly, it was much harder than you could ever imagine, especially when Chris kissed your skin so lovingly and tenderly, when he whispered words of appreciation between each kiss. âGorgeous⌠Pretty⌠Soft⌠Beautiful⌠So smart in your work call, huh?â
You just couldnât take it anymore, you needed this call to end now, or youâd die due to lack of intimacy with your gorgeous boyfriend. So you cleared your throatâboth to get the attention of your boss who was still rambling on the other side of the line, and to conceal a whimper that almost came out of your mouth once Chrisâ lips attached to your pulse point.
âListen, the files I sent out today have the answer to all of those questions. My shift ended, like, two hours ago. Just because weâre friends doesnât mean you can call me out of hours, much less for something like this?â You mightâve spoken a bit harsher than you intended, but you needed to get your point across.
Chris squeezed your ass, tightly, almost making you moan right on the speaker. Thankfully, your boss stuttered a âOh, shit I thought you were still working, I forgot your shift changed this month. Iâm so sorry! Letâs talk tomorrow!â
You said your goodbyes and pressed the red button on your screen. After a double take to make sure the call had been hung up, you dropped it back on the side table, sighing. But this time, you didnât sigh out of annoyance, but due to the fact that Chris had tugged your earlobe with his teeth.
âYouâre so fucking hot when you get all bossy, fuckâ, he attached his lips to your pulse point once again, sucking on the skin. âTalking about your spreadsheets, and pivots, and numbers, and shitâ.
You chuckled, bringing your arms to Chrisâ shoulders and pulling him further into you. âThatâs the true boring stuff, babeâ.
âMmm⌠Still���â Chris peppered kisses all over your faceâyour cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your chin⌠âWanna keep going? Or is the mood ruined for you?â
âDoes it feel like itâs ruined for me?â You clenched around his length, voluntarily, making him twitch inside you. âYouâre still rock hard, baby. So Iâll take a guess and say the mood hasnât been ruined for you, eitherâ.
âHow could I not be rock hard when I have a Goddess on my lap? When youâre so deliciously warm around my cock?â Chris pulled away from your hug, cradling your face in his hands to plant a loud, wet kiss on your lips. âShould I continue where we left off?â
You nodded, and immediately your boyfriendâs mouth was back on your chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, all while his other hand squeezed your other breast, stimulating the hardened bud with his fingers.Â
In no time, Chris had you a whimpering, moaning mess again. You were seriously dripping, you could feel your own juices leaking out, and if you hadnât been too engrossed in the tingles of pleasure coursing throughout your body, you wouldâve stopped to put a towel under your bodies.
âBabyâŚâ You mumbled, threading your fingers in the hair on the back of Chrisâ head, tugging the slightest bit. âBite?â
He opened his eyes, looking at you with that dark, predatory look that always made you want to submit, to let him make you feel good however he pleased, to let him ruin you. He didnât say anything, though. Instead, he just did as you asked, nibbling on your sensitive skin as his other hand pinched the other nipple.
He kept the slow rhythm of his tongue, of his teeth, and his lips, every second bringing you closer to a ledge you werenât even sure youâd be able to fall over like this. Eventually, he switched sides, attaching his mouth to the other nipple to get it just as wet and puffy as the other.
You could feel yourself clench around him, just like you could feel him twitch every time you moaned his name. Something was brewing in the pit of your stomach, something warm and familiarâŚ
âOh, fuck! Chris!â
All of a sudden, your release hit you like a truck, your entire body shook, your boyfriend groaned against your chest, and tears quickly welled in your eyes. It was so much, an explosion of pleasure that dragged warmth everywhere within your body. Familiar, yet new at the same time.
Your thighs flexed with exertion, you were trembling, and as you started to come down from your high, you just couldnât stand any more stimulation to your chest.
âFuck, fuck, babeâstop, pleaseâŚâ
Chris detached his mouth from your abused nipple as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Your body slumped, your world started to spin, you were panting still, and all you could do to keep yourself grounded was pressing your forehead on your boyfriendâs shoulder. He simply hugged you close, caressing your hair, whispering soothing words. You could vaguely register them among the ringing in your ears.
âBaby, talk to me. Are you okay?â Threading his fingers in your hair, Chris massaged your scalp. His tone was gentle, but slightly urgent. It wouldnât have been the first time you passed out after an orgasm, so you could totally understand why he was trying to get a reply from you.
You nodded, still panting a bit. With a deep breath you removed your head from his shoulder, placing your hands on his chest for stability. âIâm okay. But, holy shit. What was that?âÂ
âOne of the hottest things youâve ever done, holy fuckâ, immediately, Chris attached his lips to your cheeks, kissing away the tears that had inadvertently fallen from your eyes. âI really⌠I mean, it wasnât my intention to make you come from that. I didnât even know you could do thatâ.Â
âI didnât know I could do that, fuckâŚ" Youâd always had sensitive nipples, theyâd always been a good trigger for your pleasure, but only when it was coupled with clit stimulation, so this certainly caught you off guard.
Chris looked at you for a moment, all starry eyed, as if he had just been given a Christmas present. In an instant his lips were on yours, kissing you deeply, adoringly, all as he groaned against your mouth and groped your ass. âSo fucking perfect, shitâŚâ
When he pulled back from the kiss, he held you close, pressing kisses on your cheek while you tried your best to catch your breath.
He was still hard inside you, you could feel him twitch sporadically as he caressed your body, and even if you had just come a handful of minutes prior, you had been waiting way too long already.Â
âBabeâŚâ Bringing your hands to his face, you cradled it, and leaned in to kiss him. You barely detached your lips from his, simply letting them brush against his lips with every word that came out of your mouth. âPlease, Chris. Fuck me. Fuck me good, please I needââ
Your sentence got cut short, what shouldâve been the rest of it was replaced with a yelp as your boyfriend held you tightly and moved. He moved so fast you registered it only when you were already with your back against the armchair, with your boyfriend hovering over you and with your hips in just the right angle by the edge of the seat.Â
âWant me to fuck you good?â Chris mumbled against your mouth, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding your hips tightly. âIâll fuck you so fucking good, my prettiest. Just like you deserveâ.Â
Whatever response you had died on your tongue, replaced by broken moans of his name as your boyfriend started to ram into you, so hard you could practically feel him in your throat.
âSo fucking perfect coming because I was playing with your tits, shitâŚâ The sound of sweaty skin hitting sweaty skin filled the room, mingling with the obscene squelching sounds produced by his cock going in and out of your cunt at such an aggressive pace. âHow lucky am I, huh? Every day⌠you just remind me⌠how lucky I am⌠because Iâm able to call you mine. Fuck!âÂ
You couldnât speak. The only noises you could produce were whines, and whimpers, and moans, and your boyfriendâs name as he kept stimulating that sweet spot within your walls, bringing you alarmingly fast towards your second high.
âMy perfect girl, and her perfect tits, and her perfect body just for me. Just for me, hm?âÂ
You just nodded in response to his question. Because you were. you were his girl, and your body was his to enjoy.
âMine. My pretty baby all for me, fuckâŚâ Removing one of your legs from where it had been resting on his shoulder, Chrisâ hand got easy access to your centre, and you immediately held your leg against your chest, letting him work you up just how he wanted, just how you wanted. âCâmon, baby. Give me anotherâ.
In no time, you were trembling with your release, tearing up at the onslaught of sensations coursing through your body. Chris rammed into you once, twice, thrice, and with the fourth thrust he dived in, finding your mouth and kissing you sloppily right before he finally exploded within your warmth. Keeping his hips pressed against you, he shot his load deep into you, all as he groaned, and grunted, and borderline growled within the kiss.
Panting a bit, Chris moved away from your lips, pressing a trail of kisses from your face to your shoulder, eventually resting his head there while he composed himself. You were too fucked out of your mind to do anything other than bring your hand to the back of his head to play with his now sweaty hair.Â
After a minute, he detached himself from you, kissing you one more time before he was pulling out. âStay stillâ.Â
When he came back with a soaked washcloth, he cleaned you up, getting as much of his cum on the rag before he dropped it to the floor and scooped you into his arms. You weakly held onto him, letting him carry you to your bedroom.
âLove you. You know that, right?â Chris pressed a kiss on your forehead, placing you down on your shared bed.
You hummed. âI love you, tooâ.
Chris smiled brightly at you, kissing you on the cheek one more time before he was pulling himself away from your space.
You grabbed his hand, pouting, and he immediately giggled. âWhere are you going? You gonna leave me all alone here? No cuddles?â
âBaby, of course not. If I ever skip our post-sex cuddles, assume Iâm gravely ill and take me to the hospitalâ, Chris leaned down so he could place a kiss on the back of your hand. âIâm going to get you some water. You need to hydrate, pretty. Iâm nowhere near done with you yetâ.
âOâohâ, you started to feel tingly all over again, just as you felt heat creep on your face.
âYeah, ohâ, Chris chuckled, pressing another kiss on the back of your hand before he mumbled a âBe right backâ.
You unashamedly stared at his ass until he left the room. You were definitely getting a handful of that later, since it seemed to be like it was going to be one of those long, strenuous, yet immensely satisfying nights.Â
As you laid there on your side, hugging a pillow to your chest, you honestly couldnât wipe the smile off of your face while you waited for your boyfriend to come back.
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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife author!reader? ( He's at Williams ) He always goes to her events even though he's busy but he still makes time just to support her. And vice versa. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))
this is definitely not amazing, but im secretly quite happy with it
(also updates are gonna slow the fuck down because i have assessments and exams this term yay /s)
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james vowles x wife!author!reader
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book talk:
Y/N watched as a teenage girl walked up to the microphone. She clearly looked nervous, as had many other people coming up, but Y/N tried to make her feel as at ease as possible.
âUmâŚhey Y/N, my name is Elodie, and I just wanted to say how much I love your writingâŚâ - Elodie
James quietly shut the door, once Logan and Alex were through, and didnât try and push through the crowded room, they instead settled for a spot near the back where they could still see Y/N. They were sure that if people recognised them, they would be shunted towards the front or ushered backstage. They didnât want that, they just wanted to stay inconspicuous at the back.
âAww thank you Elodie, what was your question?â Y/N smiled reassuringly
âUmâŚwell, for your book, âa sweet sting of saltâ, I was just wondering if you had any inspiration for the character Tobias. While he isnât the best character in the story, you said he was one of your favourite characters to write, and I was just wondering why?â Eloise asked
âOh, that is a good question, thank you Elodie. Um⌠while the actions are obviously not based on him, a lot of Tobiasâ so-called âgoodâ elements are actually based on my husband. SoâŚokay Iâm gonna hope that everyone has read the book, so I donât spoil it,â she smiled âUm, so for those of you who are unaware, my husband is James Vowles, and he is the Team Principal of Williams, which is a motorsport for those who are very out of the loop. So I guess the main words I would use to describe both Tobias and James, other than loving because Tobias is definitely not, are logical, quiet, grounded, organised and productive.â
James smiles, watching his wife talk about something she was so passionate about.
âSo for example, for logical qualities for Tobias and James in chapter 10, Tobias uses deductive reasoning, which I would like to say is Jamesâ strong suit, however he sometimes misuses it, like deducing who ate the chocolate, the wife or the dog. Tobias uses it for more evil, using it for working out how to do the things he does. Maybe they are more evil and similar and similar.â Y/N pondered, garnering a small laugh from the audience
James stopped smiling, as he listened to his wife compare him to a literal murderer in her book. Logan and Alex were standing next to him, trying to avoid their laughs.
âThen for quiet, in chapter 16, James likes sneaking around and scaring the shit out of me when he gets back from the factory and from races to scare the shit out of me, and Tobias uses it for murder. Huh, maybe these 2 characters are closer together than I thought.â Y/N pondered, laughing as she saw her husbandâs face
âDarling, Iâm not a thief and a murderer. I honestly donât know why you based Tobias off of me.â James tried to mediate.
However it was enough for Alex and Logan to burst out laughing, joining in with the rest of the crowd, who had discovered that James was there and found it very funny.
âIâm just saying you share similar qualities, more than I initially insisted. Are you sure you didnât secretly murder someone?â Y/N tilted her head, as if genuinely thinking about the question
âDarlingâŚâ James tried to plead again
âANYWAY - Then for grounded, in chapter 18âŚâ - Y/N, moved on, continuing with her ideas.
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garage:
âAnd during this safety car period, Alex, our camera man has gone for a wander and he has gone down to the Williams garage, and while weâre normally looking at the team principal or other important people, we have instead zoomed in on Y/N Vowles. Now for those who donât know, she is a writer, and she seems pretty hard at work at this book on her laptop. Now that will be good news for anyone who reads her books, including me, she writes very good books, available at all the awesome book stores, and no she hasnât paid us for that, we just think her books are amazing. Oh and she waved at us. Hi Y/N!â - Jolyon said from the commentary box
James smiled at the sight of Y/N on his screen. While this weekend had been very stressful, it was very nice having his wife be there for him in the garage and then back at the hotel rooms, even after all the late meetings. He watched as she smiled and waved at the screen, and he was unable to resist the temptation as he smiled at the picture and waved back, earning another laugh from the commentators.
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book talk part 2:
âSorry Y/N, my name is Leo, this is a bit of a personal questionâŚâ a teenage boy asked
â...as long as itâs not when Iâm having a baby, or where I live, it should be okay, hit me!â Y/N tried to put him at ease.
âYour schedule for this book tour is a little all over the place, if you donât mind me saying, it was basically like the first 2 months of the year, and now thereâs just kinda weeks off or even months off, and I was just wondering if there was any sense to the schedule.â Leo shuffled awkwardly, unsure of how she would react to the question.
âAh, well there actually is. First off, I cannot tour every week of the year, because I think I would just simply die. But the reason I picked those weeks off is because if my husband again. Are you guys sensing a pattern here? I love James, and I really want to support him at all the f1 races. So those are the weeks I took off, basically. And second, Baby Vowles is due in 6 months, thanks guys!â Y/N laughed as she put down the microphone and walked off stage, laughing as the cheers from the crowd grew louder.
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â¨Azris time-loop AUâ¨
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16k folks! It's not polished in the slightest, also not done, but man am I having fun. I had no idea so many people love time-loop aus!! This is so exciting, I feel like a mouse who found a little mouse colony đ
...I think I've gotten to a point where I hate my writing because I want it to get better but also I know it's getting better by objective comparison but also the progress is so slow and I'm so wordy so all my scenes are like over 1k words and it's a pain in my ASS anyway đ
moral of the story is to never trust what you think about your writing (by extension yourself) after 9pm.
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The archer is somewhere else this time. Eris takes too long trying to find him, and by then it's too late. Rhur goes down with the bodily thunk of an arrow meeting its mark. His form crumpling to the ground as it spears right into his chest, spurting blood as he falls onto his back, the bones of his wings crunching beneath his dead weight.
Rhav is lost soon after. Caught in the throes of devastation, he doesn't see the archer draw another arrow and aim again. Eris's shout of his name falls on ringing ears, and though he throws a lash of flame at the archer, he looses his arrow before the fire can scorch him.
The brother falls. His body splayed beside his kin.
Eris knows, then, this cycle he will not win. Not that there was much hope, but his mind is scattered with how quickly things went wrong. He doesn't even hear the draw of a bowâlarger than the ones made for slinging across the back. Wildly, his eyes scan his surroundings taking nothing in. It's only Azriel's voice, rising loud and panicked above his own panting breath, that he's able to break through the wave of hopelessness that had overcome him.
Too late.
The heavy twang of a bow string. Eris's hair stands on end at the sound of a whistle, high and soft as air behind himâAzriel's war cry is lost to darkness.
Eris opens his eyes to the yawning, black mouth of the roof of his tent. His eyes are wide, he can feel his lids stretch in panic as he pats himself down from head to chest to abdomen. A quick death. He can't help the relieved swallow as he tips his head back, squeezing his eyes closed.
Stuck in the pitch black of his tent, the ground cold and hard beneath him, Eris curls up on his side. Dreading the light. Dreading the loud footsteps of Anton signaling the start of another cycle. His breath is entirely locked away in his chestâtightened and painful as he brings his knees up to his sternum. As close as he can get to being small enough to wink out of existence.
Something solid presses through the thin stuffing of his pillow and into the side of his face. Too hard to be the earth, it rises like a crest from beneath and Eris feels dread slide down his spine.
The dagger. Azriel's Cauldron-forsaken weapon Eris had foolishly taken from the ruins that first day. Looking back, he doesn't know if it was in some misguided sense of remorse or remembrance. Either way his lip curls up in a snarl at the thought of its ornate onyx hilt.
A thought dawns; sharp and bright as the dagger under his head. If he could destroy it, would it end the endless days? It sends a foolish spark of hope, burning as a carefully tended fire, into his chest.
Eris works quickly, knowing the sun is not so far away now. He cannot be there when Anton comesâhe firmly shoves away the intrusive thought that if this works he'll be able to explain why he wasn't there. Steps at a time; the dagger, his armor, his sword, his pack. Night settles around the camp in a blanket, dawn just barely on the cusp of the horizon, that bleary, opaque blue lightening the sky beyond. The darkness is scattered around the torches, set every couple of feet down the row of tents. Even at such a quiet hour, the faint sound of talking between the guards on watch prick Eris's sensitive ears. He makes sure to walk on light feetâin the way his armor won't brush and clink and give him away.
The stables are too far, makeshift and holding supplies Eris knows will be heavily guarded against thieves. Instead, he aims for a group of stallions near a trough. There's packs of horses everywhere, not enough room in the camp to set up a stable for hundreds of them.
Eris's breaths fogs in front of his face, steaming against his night-chilled skin as he ducks behind the spread of a canvas tent as two guards pass in front of the torchlight.
Their chatter fades, Eris makes his quick dash across the field for the tied up horses. A sleek, black friesian had caught his eye.
Apart from light, it moves like an oil-slick shadow. Eris is careful, walking crouched and slow towards them. These aren't war horses, not like how the Spring and Autumn court bred them.
They snort at his presence, heads dipping and thick lashes fluttering as they stamp a hoof on the ground.
"Shh," Eris hushes them, no louder than an exhale. The night is waning, he can make out the edges of tents and the makeshift buildings now.
"Shh, easy," he says again, taking each step cautiously towards the friesian.
Eris knows from his time with his hounds and in the Forest House's stables, how to handle a spooked horse. Hopefullyâhe begs against the pounding of his heartâit doesn't come to that. The friesian blinks his big, lake-dark eyes at him when Eris approaches. He doesn't shift nor flinch when Eris runs careful, soothing palms up the side of his muzzle, a gentle caress against the smooth pelt.
"Good." He whispers, easily untying the knot of its reins on the fence post in front of him.
"I apologize for dragging you away," the reins come loose, and he slips them over the friesian's head, "I promise you will not come to harm, friend."
The friesian does not say anything back, his mild manner relaxing Eris's tense shoulders ever so slightly.
They cannot stay long, though, Eris knows. Keeping careful eye on the progress of dawnâsooner or later Anton will come to his tent and find him missing.
"Come." Eris leads the stallion away from the group, getting nothing but a snort in response as he jolts into a heavy-boned trot.
Eris hadn't thought very hard about which direction he would go, he only knew where he wouldn't. The mountains to the east morph to a stunning shade of violet this early in the morning. Gathered around its roots are the dark, tangled shadows of a forest.
Quickening his movements, Eris attaches his pack to the friesian's saddle, hefting himself up with one more comforting pat to the strong neck. One touch of his hand to his hip lets him know the dagger is still there. It's not a comfort, yet he breathes a sigh of relief and leans forward over the stallion's back.
Their escape is gentleâquiet. Though it's difficult to make a horse's hooves silent, if not impossible, so Eris keeps his body tucked as close to the saddle as possible.
The tents are beginning to thin out, dry, sun-worn land crunching under hooves as Eris begins to relax.
"Hey!" Eris's ears perk up at the same time his heart tumbles down from his chest into his stomach.
"Heyâsomeone help me get this horse!"
One of the guards walking the camp grounds calls out, most likely to his partner on duty. Eris takes a quick glance over his shoulder, revealing the soldier in all his fine, shining armor glinting in the light of a torch in his hand.
Eris's eyes narrow, and with a ripple of heat in his irises, the torch in the guards hand flares. A flame jumps out, tall and licking at the empty sky. The soldier yells in alarm, dropping it as stray sparks fly into his face.
A quick kick of his heels into the friesian's flank sends them off into the direction of the dark boundary of the forest. Eris leaves the clamor of the guards behind him, settling into his seat and trying to get a handle on his pulse as he does on the reins.
The friesian works up to a canter quickly. The dense, strong muscle of his body moving under Eris as he shifts in his seat. He had been riding since he was a boy, ponies no taller than his hounds, until his feet could comfortably fit into the stirrups. It is not new to him, so acclimating is easy enough as they bolt across the landscape, racing for the safety of the shadows.
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the amount of times I've killed Azriel so far in this draft is insane. I'm trying to make it, like, respectful? It's not death for deaths sake, y'know, I don't wanna kill him just because, but I need to it's necessary. I'm playing the game "how many ways can I describe someone dying" and it's....something. that's for damn sure.
Also I made a map đđ I can't plan battles for SHIT and though I love the artistic-ness of the Prythian map I can't envision anything being anywhere. so. enjoy my crappy little rendition of dawn and day court, not the whole of Prythian cause that would be ridiculous, but I needed something cause my brain just can't picture places I guess
â¨ta daa⨠(thank you Inkarnate)
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into the beat of the night (ch 5) "human fly"
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pairing: frankie morales/oc!river price (they/them) rating: M chapter warnings: swearing, (2) ptsd induced panic attacks, discussions of drugs (cocaine), hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, this one is a little heavier y'all (but it's me so it's still soft) word count: 3.3k dividers by @saradika-graphics beta/co-writer: @scenaaario (seriously she helped so much with this chapter, pls send her some love âĽ)
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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.
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Frankie, River, Santiago, and Benny were standing in line waiting to get into The Night Owl. Will had to work and couldnât make it, but he let them know it really wasnât his scene anyway and wished them all a good night.
River squeezed Frankieâs hand, looking up at him. âYouâre such a trooper letting me get you all dolled up today,â they giggled, kissing his cheek.Â
âIâm surprised how good it looks on him, to be honest,â Benny smirked.
Frankie sighed and rolled his eyes, cheeks pink. He was dolled up by Frankie standards, and having a hard time not fussing with Riverâs hard work. They had slicked his hair back, and the gel felt like a helmet. He was hyper aware of the eyeliner now rimming his eyes and he couldnât stop thinking about it. He did everything in his power not to touch his eyes and smudge the thick kohl. Despite his discomfort, even he had to admit he looked good. His hair was smoother than any of them had ever seen it, and the eyeliner emphasized the complexity of his deep brown eyes. Riverâs eyes dragged over his broad shoulders and grinned at the borrowed shirt he now wore, the delicate mesh pulled taut over his back.Â
Fake jewelry adorned Frankieâs ears and neck, making River grin. Their eyes traveled down the broad expanse of Frankieâs torso and landed on his soft middle. Frankie was apprehensive about how tight the mesh shirt was, saying that he didnât want his tummy to poke out too much. Riverâs kisses to the soft flesh convinced him to go with it. Their arms wrapped around Frankieâs middle and squeezed appreciatively.
âYâknow, now that Iâm seeing you all put together like this, you kind of remind me of an older version of someone I used to know,â River hummed thoughtfully.
Santiago snorted and dug his hands under his armpits. âAy dios mioâŚâ he mumbled under his breath.
âYeah. Kid went by Dio, but I guarantee he couldnât tell you a single song by him,â River rolled their eyes, exhaling exasperatedly. âEnded up going to jail for stabbing someone.â
Frankie blinked before barking out a laugh. âThat makes me feel great, RĂo, thanks.â
âNo problem,â they smirked, getting up on their toes to kiss him properly, pressing their lips delicately to his so their lipstick wouldnât smear.
The four of them finally stepped into the club, the walls bouncing with the music. Benny was like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide and excited as he took in all the people. He made his way up to the bar, Viper giving him a look before making him a drink, and Frankie grinned. âI think he likes the place,â he chuckled, looping his arms around Riverâs waist from behind and kissing their jaw.
âI think so, too. I hope Anya is here tonight.â
âAnya?â
River turned and smirked, putting their finger over their lips as they winked. âItâs a surprise for Benny. Iâve been meaning to find someone for her for a while now and I think heâs perfect.â
An amused look crossed Frankieâs features. He turned to say something to Santiago, but the other man was missing. Frankie furrowed his brows and looked around, one of the clip-ons slightly hitting his cheek as he turned his head. He scanned the room and his eyes finally landed on Santi, already chatting up a pretty girl with dark skin and bright, unnatural contacts in her eyes. Frankie turned back to River, grinning to himself. Heâll catch up with him later.
âYou werenât kidding about these Snakebites, Fish,â Bennyâs booming voice brought Frankieâs attention back toward the bar. Ben handed Frankie a matching drink as he took a swig.Â
âThey have other drinks, you know,â River snorted.
Frankie smiled before shrugging. He pressed his hand to their lower back as he guided them over to a cluster of tables. He bit his lip, searching for an empty one.
Suddenly, River gasped and took off, running over to hug a plump woman excitedly. Ben raised his eyebrows and Frankie made an I-donât-know sound. He moved closer to the pair as River excitedly spoke to the woman, who was giggling loudly. She was really pretty, with a medium skin tone, and her round face bright and more heavily made up than Riverâs. She wore a lace dress that ended at her thick thighs, and heeled boots with spikes on them. Her hair was short and bleached a bright white.
River felt Frankieâs presence and grinned as he wrapped his arms around their waist, resting his chin on their shoulder. âThis must be him,â the woman smiled, her voice soft but with an intrinsic power underneath. He could practically feel the confidence rolling off her in waves. âI thought you said he looked like a truck driver?â she asked, raising a brow.
âAnya, please,â River laughed, holding onto Frankieâs wrists. âHe let me get him all dressed up tonight, I promise he does normally.â
Frankie sighed and hid his burning cheeks in Riverâs neck. He reached a hand out toward Anya, keeping the other secure around Riverâs waist. âIâm Frankie,â he smiled.
Anya shook his hand and grinned. âYouâre being good to them, right? Because if youâre not, I will find you,â she threatened, eyes hard and serious.
Frankie gulped, his eyes going wide, and nodded jerkily. âP-promise.â
âGood,â she grinned. âAnya. And whoâs this puppy?â She turned her eyes toward Benny looking over him with an unreadable expression on her face.
Benny was speechless, gazing in adoration at her. He held his drink close and smiled softly, but still didnât respond, like he didnât hear her.
âBenjamin,â Frankie mumbled, trying to cover it with a cough.
Benny snapped out of it and shook his head, cheeks red. âS-sorry! Iâm Ben,â he smiled wide, holding his hand out for Anya to shake.
Anya looked at his hand accusingly, then looked at Frankie and River with a raised brow, and looked back at Benny. She took his hand and shook it. She must have determined he was a good one because her face softened, a smile blooming on her face. âHi, Ben.â
River and Frankie exchanged looks before sneaking off to find a spot to sit. When they couldnât find one, they decided to head for the dance floor instead.Â
âSo, that was Anya,â Frankie laughed, hands on Riverâs waist as they swayed together.
River hummed and nodded. âWas I right, or was I right?â They smirked, taking a look at the two of them talking animatedly at the bar.
A softness crossed Frankieâs features before he pressed a light kiss to their forehead. âIâm gonna use the bathroom. Be right back, ok?â
River nodded and tapped him on the shoulders before going back to dancing.
Frankie made his way over to the clubâs menâs room. As he stood at the sink, he analyzed his look in the mirror, deciding it was growing on him. He wouldnât keep it, but he didnât hate it either.
The sound of someone snorting in a stall behind him stopped Frankie in his tracks. He felt his entire body go cold as a shiver ran through him, his eyes slamming shut. He took a deep breath and held it, opening his eyes in time to see a man stumbling out of the bathroom, frantically wiping his nose. Frankie exhaled and looked down at his shaking hands, rubbing his thumb over the black nail polish. He took a minute to collect himself before he made his way back into the club, looking for River and the guys.
River was walking over to Viper from the dance floor and pantomimed drinking something. He poured them a glass of water and they drank it gratefully. They made eye contact with Frankie over the rim of the glass and they set it down, excitedly bouncing over to him.
Frankie felt a rush of warmth at the sight of his partner and his racing heart slowed a little, lacing their fingers through his own. River kissed his cheek before they walked over to where Benny and Anya were still chatting.Â
âI see things are going well,â River grinned, winking at Anya. Anya rolled her eyes, but smiled up at them. Benny looked at Frankie and did a double take, noticing the pinched look on his face before anyone else did. He caught Frankieâs eye, concern growing on his face. Frankie nodded, squeezing Riverâs hand a little tighter. Benny seemed to take that and turned back to Anya.
âI was just going to ask this lovely lady if sheâd give me her number,â Ben rumbled, looking over Anyaâs form appreciatively before landing on her face and holding her gaze. Anyaâs cheeks warmed as she held her hand out for Ben to hand her his phone.
River turned to Frankie and smiled. âWe should check and see if we can find Santi.â
Frankie swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart pounding, before he croaked out, âHeâs probably making out with that girl he was talking to.â He sniffled twice.
River nodded and squeezed his hand, noticing the tightness of his features. The furrow in his brow seemed to deepen by the minute, and his gaze bounced frantically around the room. They could tell something was up, but didnât want to press the issue. At least not here.
âIâll go find him,â Frankie muttered quietly before walking off to find Santiago. He made his way over to the womenâs restrooms, placed next to the all-gender bathroom, and smiled to himself. Santiago had the same pretty girl from before pressed against the wall and, just as Frankie thought, was heavily making out with her, her arms around Santiâs neck.
Frankie cleared his throat and grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He was still shaking, but trying his hardest to suppress his trembling. Santiago pulled away from the girl, her lipstick smeared across his mouth.
âHey, Fish,â Santiago mumbled, licking his kiss-swollen lips. âWhat can I do ya for?â
âUh,â Frankie chuckled uneasily. âI think River and I are gonna head out. I, uhâŚâ he shuffled on his feet a little. âItâs getting a little crowded, and I justâŚâ
Santi turned serious, quietly whispering something to the girl before turning his attention back to Frankie. She waited patiently, smiling at the back of Santiagoâs head.Â
âYou okay, Frank?â Santiago leaned closer to his friend, placing a reassuring hand on Frankieâs shoulder.
Frankie gulped and nodded, looking down at his black boots. The warmth from Santiâs palm seemed to ground him. âYeah, Iâm just⌠tired,â he lied, forcing a smile. âIâll text you, okay?â
Santiago narrowed his eyes, but nodded, giving Frankie a once over. âAlright. Iâll make sure Benny gets home.â
âThanks, Pope.â
Frankie slapped Santiago on the shoulder before turning away to find River. He had to get out of here, and quick. His palms were sweating and it was getting harder to breathe the longer he stayed. The sound of that guy sniffing played on a tormenting infinite loop.
He hadnât had an episode like this in a long time, and he guessed thatâs why it was happening. He shouldâve expected there to be something like this at a nightclub, but it still felt like it came out of nowhere . He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing Riverâs hand again.
âHey,â they smiled, a pinch of worry on their face. âEverything okay?â
Frankie bit his lip and nodded jerkily. âY-yeah, uh. Do you think we could go home?â
Riverâs heart skipped a beat at the insinuation that Riverâs apartment was home, for both of them. Frankie already planned on staying over at Riverâs that night. âOf course, babe.â
A genuine smile grew on Frankieâs lips and he nodded, kissing their cheek softly.Â
âI already told Anya and Ben to use protection and they nearly hit me for it,â River chuckled, walking Frankie out of the club and toward his truck. Frankieâs hands were still shaking as he grabbed for his keys. âYou want me to drive?â River asked, holding out their hand.
Frankie battled with himself for a second before nodding, handing his keys over to them. âThank you,â he mumbled, making his way over to the passenger seat.
The drive home was quiet. Frankie was obsessively picking at his nails, not used to having polish covering them. River kept looking over at Frankie worriedly, unsure what was going on. They knew heâd tell them when he was ready but they couldnât help but feel useless at this moment.Â
Once they were inside Riverâs apartment, Frankie quietly untied his boots and went to the bathroom to clean all the stuff off his face. River got Jonsey his food for the night and went into their bedroom, changing into boxer briefs and Frankieâs Iron Maiden t-shirt. Once changed, they knocked on the bathroom door softly. âYou decent?â
They heard a few sounds on the other side of the door, mostly of the fake piercings hitting the counter, before he answered shakily, âYeah, câmon in.â
River opened the door and smiled sadly at Frankieâs now-bare face. âThere he is,â they smiled, stepping further into the small bathroom to hold his face. They kissed the tip of his nose and pressed their hands on his broad chest. âGo get comfy and Iâll be there in a sec, ok?â
Frankie nodded, almost on autopilot, and made his way into Riverâs bedroom to change.
When River made their way back into their bedroom, their own face now bare and hair pulled back in a loose braid, Frankie was already curled up in the blankets. His bare back faced them as he lay on his side, so River crawled into the sheets to wrap their arms around him. They cuddled his back close to their chest, rubbing their hands over his soft tummy comfortingly.Â
âYou wanna tell me what happened?â River asked softly into Frankieâs curls, now freed from their gelled prison.
Frankie sighed quietly, lacing his fingers with Riverâs free hand. âIn the morning? I promise I will, I just,â he paused. âI just wanna sleep it off first.â
âOf course,â River hummed, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Frankieâs head. âIâll be here.â
Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And then, euphoria.Â
Frankie startled awake, covered in cold perspiration. He panted hard, trying to blink the room back into view.Â
River blinked awake, Frankieâs heaving chest rising and falling quickly underneath their hands. âBabe?â they asked, voice thick with sleep.Â
Cold. Heavy rain. A series of gunshots. And thenâ
âFrankie,â Riverâs voice came through clearly, sounding more awake. They tapped on his chest, rolling him onto his back and then pulling him up into a sitting position.Â
Black spots and blurred vision greeted him as he tried to come back to earth. âIââ he croaked, starting to cough. He began breathing heavily, shakily.
Riverâs eyes welled with tears as they watched him, rubbing his back as soothingly as they could. What could they do? They thought about it for a second, then started humming a song softly.Â
Frankie pressed his large hand to his chest and his throat, trying to get his breathing back to normal. He turned his head to see if he could find someone familiar. When his eyes landed on Riverâs tired face, a tear fell from his eye. He didnât want them to see this. This wasnât supposed to happen.
River continued humming, rubbing soothing circles into Frankieâs back until his heart rate got to a steady rhythm. âFrankie?â they asked softly, eyes searching his pinched face.
Frankie startled a little, almost like he didnât expect them to say anything. âRivââ
âShh, itâs okay. Just making sure you can hear me,â they whispered. They leaned over to kiss his shoulder, the hand not on his back coming up to hold the back of his own hand pressed to his chest. âIâm gonna go get you some water, ok? Donât move.â
âNuh,â Frankie mumbled, shaking his head quickly. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pressed his head to their chest. âN-no.â
A shaky breath left Riverâs lungs, but they nodded, cradling his face and rubbing his back gently. âAlright,â they sighed.Â
Exhaustion overtook Frankieâs body and he fell asleep. River looked over at their phone on the nightstand and picked it up; 5:28am. They looked at the photo on their lockscreen of Frankie smiling shyly and looking down. They sighed and put the phone down, looking back at Frankieâs sleeping face.
River could wait. They settled back against the pillows and watched the sky outside lighten to a dusty blue, the clouds glowing orange as the sun rose.
When Frankie opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the sun filtering in through the window. Dust motes floated in the shafts of light. His head was pounding.Â
âYouâre awake.â
He lifted his head from Riverâs chest and saw their yawning face. âYeah⌠Youâre up early,â he mumbled, biting back his own yawn.
âI never went back to bed,â River smiled sleepily.
Frankieâs face fell. âGod, Iâm so sorry, mi rĂo.â
River shook their head and sat up against the headboard of the bed. âNo, you stop right there. I chose to stay up, okay?â They smiled, rubbing their thumb against his arm. âI wanted to make sure you slept.â
Frankieâs eyes welled with tears and he shook his head, looking down. He took a deep breath before speaking, wanting everything to come out clearly. âI donât want you to not know what happened,â he looked up at them, big brown eyes glossy. âI donât want to scare you again,â he whispered.
Heart melting and breaking simultaneously, River nodded in understanding. âOkay. Iâm listening,â they said softly.
So, he told them everything. Joining the military at nineteen, figuring himself out. But also what the military did to him mentally, and how he dealt with that. Colombia. River didnât say much, just taking the time to let Frankie get his thoughts out.Â
âI understand if this is like, a lot,â Frankie mumbled shakily. He shut his eyes and exhaled. âIf you donât want toââ
âStop it,â River hummed sadly. âIt is a lot to process, but Iâm not worried. I mean, Iâm worried, because this is something thatâs still affecting you, but Iâm not going to leave you over this.â
Relief flooded through him and he pressed his forehead against theirs. âHow did I get so lucky?â he whispered, smiling softly.
âIt was the New Balances. So hot.â
Frankie snorted, his shoulders shaking slightly until he barked out a loud laugh. âShut the fuck up,â he giggled, tickling their sides.
River squealed with giggles, falling onto their back. Frankie kept going until they had tears streaming down their cheeks and he was hovering over them. They slowly caught their breath, watching each otherâs faces quietly.
âTe amo, mi rĂo,â Frankie hummed, cupping their cheek.
Riverâs heart stopped and they bit their lip. They looked down at Frankieâs collarbone, not answering right away.
Frankie panicked a little, his eyes widening. âSh-shit, um, Iâm sorryââ
âNo, itâs okay,â Riverâs eyes shut as they shook their head a little. They held his hand against their face so he wouldnât take it away. âI⌠Iâm not sure Iâm ready to⌠to say that back. But I want to. God, do I want to.âÂ
Frankie exhaled shakily and he nodded, cheeks burning.Â
âItâs just⌠I havenât been in a real relationship in a long time. I still⌠I still identified as a woman when I did. No oneâs ever⌠b-been with me like⌠like this,â River gulped, finally looking back up into his eyes again. âItâs always just been flings and hookups.â
Frankie was quiet, processing what they were saying. âOkay,â he muttered. âI donât want you to say it until youâre ready. I just needed to let you know,â he smiled softly.
Riverâs heart skipped a beat. âIâm glad you did.â
âMe too,â he hummed, leaning down to kiss them softly.
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Stain Them. I Don't Care.
Hi guys it been a long time and although this isn't my comeback I just felt in the writing spirit. I will try my best to write stuff but the truth is y'all my attention span has been gone since TLOU (HBO) ended. However, I'm trading in fortnite videos (jonesyXreader coming soon ofc) for Peaky Blinders. I'm on S2 E2 so this little blurb doesn't have much show lore but I love Tommy, I'm a Cillian Murphy fangirl and I love a good dangerous man who gets soft and obsessed for their women. Anyways let me actually shut up.
Word Count: 1,410 Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Fem Reader (fairly gender neutral but reader is referred to as a wife), Established Relationship (married :3). Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Gun and shooting, Character (you) death. Completely SFW.
All interactions greatly appreciated, hope I can find the motivation to write more, thx guyzers <3
Tommy Shelby was an interesting man, it was even more interesting that he devoted himself to someone like you. It wasnât an insulting thing, itâs just that many people didnât understand Tommyâs obsession with this ordinary woman. The circumstances of your meeting was a kept secret of course but as everyone knew, you werenât a whore, or spy, or other gangâs daughter or wife, you were just you.
So when Tommy got off of his stressful often bloody days just to see you either sitting peacefully or cooking something, it made him happy. When people had the stupidity to question why Tommy was with you, heâd simply respond with his usual menacing stare. Sure, he didnât run around town boasting about his wife but you knew he felt prideful when he was with you. Especially when he could bring you around people he considered enemies, you were his walking proof that he could attain and be acquainted with good people.Â
The true âfuck youâ to those who didnât know peace for Tommy Shelby had the embodiment of it right by his side always.Â
Your head perked up at the sound of the front door smiling as you saw Tommy tiredly walk through the door. You often spent chunks of time waiting for him, more recently than ever before. Thomas Shelby by no means was an open man, but he always allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, he could never not when it came to you.Â
Being around you felt like an adrenaline rush that never ended; from the day he first saw you to the day he asked you to marry him. Everything about you made him nervous and scared; he somehow couldnât rest peacefully with you in his life yet his time with you was more peaceful than he had ever known.Â
âYou look wide awakeâ You joked resting your head on the back of the couch.
âFunnyâ He smiled, a smile that couldnât fade as long as you were there smiling back at him.Â
You rested your head on his shoulder and looked at his bruised hands before squeezing them tightly with a smile. Tommy no doubt carried a lot of baggage into the relationship. On an almost agonizing constant loop you could still vividly picture the first death at the hands of Tommy that you had witnessed. Although heâd never tell you, he remembered it too, the guilt ate him alive everyday. The way you looked at him that day made him physically sick. When you agreed to see him again after that, the look was gone but heâd never forget it.Â
âHow has everything been?â âBusiness wiseâ You asked.Â
âItâs getting betterâ He reassured.
âSo can I come with you tomorrow? To the Garrisonâ
âWould you not prefer to sit here? Safelyâ Tommy teased.
You rolled your eyes unseriously knowing that simple gesture alone would be enough to convince him. Tommy often had a problem saying no to you, it was chronic at this point. There were times he was a little more resistant but eventually heâd break, just for you. Partly because he trusted your judgment, and you never asked for anything insane. You two were in many ways polar opposites but the borderline paranoid danger/bullshit meter you shared were identical, he trusted you.
âFineâ âDidnât know you loved my boring meetingsâ He joked
Your nights consisted of you two sitting sometimes doing some light drinking but for the most part you just enjoyed each otherâs company. No matter what Tommy went through during his day, to be able to come home to you or come home with you was his cure all. It scared him to death how much he loved you, some nights it was all he could think of, the fear and happiness you produced.Â
Then the morning would come and that feeling would be a distant memory because youâd still always be there. This morning was no different, he woke up right next to you, your sleeping face somehow even more beautiful than when you both fell asleep. Tommy was not a man who was very vocal about his affections but his eyes never lied. You could melt into a puddle whenever he looked at you, when he looked at you it was as if someone had captured love, melted it and injected it into your veins.Â
That morning Tommy fulfilled his promise and you happily came along with him to his meeting, you didnât want to admit that it was indeed boring but god you were bored. These werenât his sly threat here, sly threat there meetings, just simple boring money managing.Â
âThis is boringâ You whispered, eliciting a smile from your husband before excusing yourself into the main portion of the bar.
However the bar also bore you, a bunch of men drinking all of them too afraid to even glance in your direction. Tommy had planned to be done with this meeting by now but unfortunately it seemed to be taking longer and longer. He sat letting his mind wander a little as the time felt slower and slower while your eyes searched for something to keep you busy.Â
Tommy had a big dislike for you walking alone and you understood dislike, however simply standing outside of the bar surely was a loophole. The smell of alcohol was weirdly insufferable today so without a second thought you headed for the front door, opening the one and then the second.Â
You hadnât noticed for the first few seconds, but the wet feeling rapidly spreading from your chest pulled you into the dark reality. You looked up at the gunman to see a face full of regret, from that look alone clearly you werenât the target
Your husband was.Â
The gunman had been young, clearly trigger happy but nevertheless a wonderful shot because by the time your body fell back you were gone. Tommy practically had leaped over the table at the sound. As he opened the door to his private room his eyes scanned the bar full of equally worried faces but had yet to see yours.Â
The commotion coming from the front door prompted him to quickly check and confirm the nightmare he had been dreading since the day he first met you. The guttural shout he let out quieted the entire street, anyone moving stopped, anyone working stopped, the entire world seemed to stop.Â
Tommy couldnât remember the last time his hands shook at the sight of a dead body. His shaky hand intertwined with your lifeless one and his arm wrapped securely around your neck. He pulled your body close to his chest, the still fresh blood now soaking into his suit. Nobody around dared to move, hell not even breathe for it would only be a reminder that you couldnât.
Thomas Shelby sat in that doorway for hours, whispering various pleas and prayers to Gods he didnât even believe in. Soon enough his family convinced him to allow your body to be taken and for everything to be cleaned up.Â
The wedding ring that was removed from your finger felt like it weighed pounds as it moved in his pocket. All that movement just to bring him to an even harsher reality as he stood in front of your shared home. He sat on the front steps for a while, it rained, drunk men passed, various things passed and he sat not daring to move a muscle.Â
When Tommy finally made it into the house his heart felt as if it was attempting to break out of his chest. His eyes watered as he slowly shuffled over to your side of the bed falling to his knees beside it. Slowly his head descended before resting into blankets that filled his senses of nothing but you. The sheets smelled of you, the feeling of the blankets brought back every lovely memory of you.Â
Thomas Shelby couldnât remember the last time he cried, like really truly cried. Quite frankly he couldnât remember anything in this state. A place that once was home to your laughter and voice was now full of the muffled sobs of your husband.Â
Tommyâs hands held his blood soaked chest wishing that he had covered himself in your blood. He prayed it would stain every item of clothing he owned, stain his hands, his face so that he could never be without you.Â
"I fear to stain your clothes with blood" "Stain them, I don't care"
#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinders#tommy shelby x reader#i love cillian murphy :3
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GOOD MORNING EVERYONE
So the Trinitarians brain worm is back and Morning Glory is now longer and biting the dust as far as my focus goes.
But like, I genuinely want to talk to anyone who's invested in what's to come as far as part two goes. SO PLEASE. I IMPLORE THE FOUR OF YOU WHO PERPETUALLY TAKE NOTICE OF MY SCREAMS INTO THE VOID.
We're all aware that Trin is a time loop fic. That is confirmed.
BUT THE PROBLEM IS HOW I'M GOING ABOUT DOING THAT. AND I NEED INPUT FROM PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT ME AS FAR AS PLEASES AND SPARKLES GO, YES?
Because like sure I'm writing it and like fuck everything else, let me tell my story. But it's the how of it all like if I'm gonna throw another 200 give or take hours into this I would at least like one person to be having a wonderful time drinking and driving (I have since remembered this is not a common phrase, I do not mean this in a literal sense, it's an expression) with me right?
Part two is going to be 50 chapters, give or take. (Part one is about 37 for reference.)
So the plan for part 2 rn is (ROGUHLY):
(1-10) is the second timeline. There are a lot of importants and I cannot just glaze over it all more than that. But we're also working in a bit of a shorter time period than the original events of the story and introductions do not need to happen again, right?
(11-40)ish would be me running through the next timelines in a set up structure -> what changes -> the results of said changes and then inevitably what sends our looper backwards. It wouldn't be running through all the timelines but the more notable ones in kind of a four chapter structure, I am not fully sold on four, but rough estimate yk.
And then 41-50 would be the finale of part two. It's literally the last timeline in its glory and then the epilogue which kicks off part three.
COULD AT LEAST ONE OF Y'ALL SIT THROUGH THAT OR DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY NOTES AT ALL BECAUSE LIKE
I personally kinda like it but if not a soul is reading this I am throwing myself on the curb with the rest of the garbage LMFAOOO.
I NEED THOUGHTS. OPINIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS. ANYTHING.
Anyways, I'm going to work. I have off tomorrow and I broke the ff investment seal for today so insanity and updates will be here tonight and homework will be tomorrow.
HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD DAY <3
(9:30) I am literally falling asleep as I lazily write this angel based on Danse Macabre. Expect all of maybe one more update tonight if the tacos I am abt to receive don't wake me up LMFAO.
Also, I am almost saddened by not having something to post tm. Anyone want an early chapter of something that isn't Genesis/Desolation bc they're both on Monday?????? (I am feeling like a menace rn)
(10:19) tacos and the absolute yap session I just had did wake me up a bit. MAAAYBE might write some more. Idk I slept like three hours last night and went to work I'm kinda dead. But we're at 98.2k!!!!!!đĽł
(11:06) okay we made it to 99.6k everything besides the flashback for 31 is done. I'm about to relax and watch something and figure out mechanics of some of this because god this series is A BEAST. Like, I still have six planned chapters left.
Pure insanity. I love it here. I hate it here.
Holy shit wait I just came to the realization that I started this fic exactly one month ago. I have belted out 99.6k for THIS FIC ALONE. (Moreso if we're including future shit that hasn't happened yet)
IN ONE MONTH.
THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY WHAT HTE FUCK LMFAOOOO
I may or may not be cooking weâll find out in 6-26 business hours
(5:28) So I just had a very interesting past few business hours. I read a fic I've been waiting ever so patiently to finish. That's cool, right. I go for a walk at 4 in the morning because I'm insane. Fantastic. I get home at five and I'm like ohhhh well what do I do now it's not sleep time yet. Oh write I'm supposed to be drawing.
Nope I reread the epilogue of morning glory and realized Tweek's first address is for my morning glory and Craig's last sign off is your morning glory and now I'm ready to throw myself on the curb with the garbage as I sob. Someone call a trusted adult for me thanks.
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Gin's 2023 sappy post
It's hard for me to believe that at the beginning of this year, I didn't know a single one of my best friends in the world existed. But it's true!
How we got here
I'm not quite sure exactly when I started looking up Pedro Pascal on Tumblr, but it was sometime after February. I'd watched Game of Thrones and Oberyn was my favorite character, but I was in one of my periods of not being on Tumblr (I've had this account for about 10 years, but it's seen many fandoms and I haven't always been active).
I watched the first few episodes of The Last of Us that had come out - I was 3 episodes behind I think - and immediately looked up Joel Miller on Tumblr. How could I not? Anyway, give me ten minutes on this hellsite and a middle aged man with a huge imdb and watch me develop a hyperfixation.
So then I looked up interviews. I watched basically every interview this man ever did, but I remember that the Lie Detector interview and his appearance on the Talk Easy podcast are really what did me in. I went from admiring this man as an actor and thinking he's pretty to basically being in love with him.
Anyways....
I didn't mean to start reading fanfic? I come from the world of Destiel on AO3. I never wrote it, I just read copious amounts of it. I'd never read reader insert, much less straight reader insert, and I'd never written a word of anything even resembling a fanfiction.
But I found @prolix-yuy, @frannyzooey, @joelscruff, @fuckyeahdindjarin, and @ezrasbirdie (check the spreadsheet, y'all are at the very top!) and I was hooked.
Then I read Psychomanteum by @whatsnewalycat and Celestial Navigation by @write-and-buried and was inspired to parade my trauma around in a Dieter shaped trench coat: AGOY was born.
@beskarandblasters is the first person I really talked to on here. In fact, Kel is the one who introduced me to most of my friends on here. And we've been harassing each other on the daily since. I hope to 𦵠her in real life someday soon â¤ď¸. I love you, bitch. You mean the world to me.
I could never ever ever list all of my dear friends I've made on here. Seriously, there are so many of you that mean the world to me. But I'm gonna list a few.
My cannibal crew @pr0ximamidnight and @atinylittlepain, without whom Love as Violence Dave (starving season), Head up his Ass Javi (in the a.m.), and the later editions of loser druggie Dieter (AGOY) would not exist - or at least they wouldn't be as good as they are.
My darling soup snake, the loml, my spider twin, my forever partner in making bitches cry (it's us, we're bitches, making each other cry in an endless loop) @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin. #1 AGOY stan forever, you may love my own magnum opus more than I love it. Thanks for listening to me scream about every pedro boy on the planet and thanks for screaming right back at me. I love you.
The random college student I found by accident, decided to take under my wing, and then was subsequently taken under their wing bc it turns out they have more fandom experience and life advice than I can ever hope to have @idolatrybarbie. Bea, my darling, thanks for always letting me bitch, for showing me fics I never thought I'd be into (The Santa Claus AU Frankie Morales Free Use Kink, anyone) but that I often was into, for encouraging my writing, and for being fucking real with me.
The pedrostories crew, but especially @pedrorascal - I love screaming about Pedro with you at... 2:30 in the morning my time (we love time zones!). Thanks for letting me be a terrible mod for your fic archive blog and never getting mad at me for not doing my job. And for being a wonderful, kind, amazing person all the fucking time.
I'm being so serious when I say I could list at least 20 more people. People who brightened my day with a reblog or a message. Or who wrote a fic I still think about at least once a week. Or who made a gifset that is permanently etched into my brain. People I talked to in discords and most likely trauma dumped on and they listened and they cared and they let me hold their trauma in return. I love you guys so fucking much.
Conclusion
I never could have imagined I'd be a writer and run a fic rec blog at 24. Especially not for Pedro Pascal Characters. But here we are -- and I can honestly say it has been the highlight of my year. And I bought a house this year.
I have so many new friends and a new hobby (I never wrote at all before this) just because I wanted to Fuck That Old Man. Incredible.
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Bitter;sweet
Pairing: fromis_9 Seoyeon x Male Reader
Word Count: 5296
A/N 1:Â Hello Orenjideul! It has been like almost 3 months since I last posted a fic and now here I am! Ahaha, midterms has been a pain in the butt but gladly, it's now done and I'll go back to serving some fluff fics for y'all! Hope you enjoy this one and stay safe everyone!
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This day never could have been perfect as the velvety-red-orange-like skies blooming within the reach your eyes can seeâit feels like a dream seeing them; the ebullient sounds of people around the amusement park serves as the cherry on top. You never felt euphoric in your whole life as thereâs so much serotonin running throughout your body and it canât be helped as youâre with the sunshine of your darkest days, the happiness that rivaled your depressing daysâthe love of your life.
It has been a year since youâve met her in a milk tea shop and youâve never been grateful in your whole life after meeting a girl like her. It was a âlove at first sightâ moment as both of your hearts felt magnetic to each other. Both of you went out as you became friends with her as time went by; the connection upped an ante as the two of you are now in a romantic relationship. Now with your first anniversary with her, youâre making this day special as you wanted to make her feel the ultimate delight that she has never experienced before.
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âYah Yeonie! Come here! I want to show you something!âÂ
Your cheerful tone sends excitement down Seoyeonâs spine as a faint smile paints her face, making you feel soft to her once again.
âWhat is it?â
âCan we ride at that roller coaster there? It looks fun! And, besides, Iâm sure you will enjoy it, Yeonie.â
âUgh, do I look like I enjoy riding in a roller-coaster?â
âYeah, why?â
âShut it! You know I donât like riding with these kinds of stuff especially, that HIGH!â
She points her index finger at the tall loop at the roller coaster which made you laugh at her being scared and worried about what could happen next.Â
âHey, hey Yeon, relax, you're with me, so you'll be safe. Besides, it's not like we're doing this everyday! Come on, please?â
You gave her a reassuring smile between the saccharine tone of yours, hoping that she agrees, even just this once.
âUhh, fineâŚâ
Your arms gesture happily as victory is earned as she agrees on what you want. The day is still long as the sun is still above the horizon, knowing that thereâs still time for the both of you to bond with each other.
You hold her wrists gently, dragging her as the both of you rush towards where the roller coaster is located.Â
âWhatâs with the rush?â
âSo, we get on the line fast! Donât you want it? Weâll finish faster too!â
âMore like, killing me fasterâŚâ
A chuckle escapes your lips about the joke that she said as a faint smile curves onto her lips, knowing that making you laugh is always a memory of hers and both of you know that no oneâs offended, which makes this a wholesome moment.
âYuh! I donât mean it like that, anyways, Iâm sure youâll enjoy it!â
âWhateverâŚâ
The both of you fall in line as the both of you watch the coaster looping in a fast succession, making you in awe as her face is in fear. You see it and immediately begin caressing her hair in a playful manner, which earns a startle from her. Youâre not usually like this as she knows how much you like teasing her playfully and not really showing affection towards actions. Sheâs not complaining as she feels comfortable in your arms, a smile curving her lips as response from your affection.
âYouâll be safe in my arms, okay? Just enjoy this and donât be scared.âÂ
You patted her back as you gave her a reassuring smile, knowing how much she melts with that sweet smile of yoursâit always makes her comfortable. Maybe it did work as she smiles back, causing your heart to flutter yet you know how afraid she is as itâs evident from her expressionsâmore people are coming in the roller coaster as itâs going to be at least two turns for the both of you to get a grip on this ride.Â
âWoah, that loop looks fun! Ahh⌠canât wait to ride it!â
âWhen did she show interest in these kinds of thrilling rides? Must be my doingâŚâ
You canât blame her for being confident all of a sudden as you thought as the cause of that is all because of your reassurance. Thereâs nothing wrong with it yet youâre baffled at the sight of itâeven proud about Seoyeonâs audacious demeanor that youâll never forget.
As a couple of loops, turns and screams have passed, the two eventually get closer to the thrill as you can see Seoyeonâs vibrant expressions and hear her deep, raspy voice being cheerful and it never fails to awe you. You always had a soft side for her yet you never felt softer than before considering how adorable and lively Seoyeon is today. Is it because of the places you treated her? Is it because of how fun it has been? Is it because of your anniversary with her? Is it because of you? These questions lingered around your mind about Seoyeonâs sudden switch of mood yet youâre not complaining.
âOh, itâs now our turn, Yeonie. Donât be scared, alright? Just have fun here! Iâm sure youâll enjoy this.â
âWow, it does help me to not be scared⌠Thank youâŚâÂ
Seoyeonâs sarcastic tone makes you giggle, knowing that no one is offended. The both of you then find a seat at the back as you fasten your seatbelts, making sure that everything is neat and fine. Both of you take deep breaths as Seoyeon holds your hand, tightening the grip as she feels the roller coaster moving up, making her feel mixed-up emotions as adrenaline pumps down her veins and so are yours.Â
Seoyeon looks calm at first yet you know how sheâs screaming inside as the roller coaster goes higher and higher until the both of you can see the whole amusement park. She then closed her eyes as she tightened the grip of her hand on yours, knowing how much afraid she is in terms of heights yet you still managed to cheer her up, reassure her even though you feel the sameâyou want to make her feel better than yourself.
âHey, just take deep breaths and youâll enjoy this, okay Yeonie?â
All the response that you got is her eyebrows scrunching like an adorable panda that she is, knowing how scared and thrilled she is as the roller coaster is near at the top where you know that any second now, youâll experience the paramount of fun and fear all in one goâthe freefall.
You prepare yourself from the inevitable as you hold her hand, not wanting to let go of her as she lets out a scream of half-joy, half fear as she feels exhilarated and so are you. Once you hear the railings click, you know that this is the time of delight as the roller coaster goes down at lightning speed within a blink of an eye.Â
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Series of screams and laughs can be heard from the distance as the wind blows directly at your faces considering how fast the roller coaster is. Series of G-Forces can be felt as the roller coaster goes in a series of loops and turns which you enjoy whole-heartedly. You always want to experience these kinds of thingsâyou always want to experience thrill and new adventures throughout your life.
âAHHHH! Oh my f- AHHHHH!â
Seoyeonâs screams ring all over your ears as you just close your eyes and count the seconds thatâs passing as you want this to end quickly, as soon as possible. Eyebrows furrowed, youâre curious about what's happening around you as you refuse to open your eyes, fear taking over your body yet you fight it. Eventually, you got a sight of what's happening around youâpeople enjoying and thrilled about the ride as well as the view high upâas you looked to Seoyeon beside you who seems to be delighted about the experience. Time feltl slower as Seoyeonâs flawless features are in your sight, making you in awe. A smile paints your face, dopamine running down your veins as excitement skyrockets over the roof.Â
A lap around has been completed as you start to feel dizzy and dumb-founded as the numerous loops and turns is to blame. Concern then paints your face as Seoyeon may feel the same, yet worse as you know how weak her stomach is.Â
âHey Yeonie, a-are you feeling good?â
âYeah! This ride is so fun!!â
âSheâs not showing any signs of fear? Sheâs maybe on to somethingâŚâ You taught yourself as Seoyeon seems to be showing such uncanny expressionsâit almost feels like sheâs a new person with the same body but you dismiss those thoughts from letting you overthink as fun is what matters now.
Not so long after, Seoyeon then got a glimpse of you as she laughed with the faces you're making and on how you're screaming like a helpless child.Â
âYah! Are you a-alright?â
âWha-DO YOUUUU-AHHHâthink??â Your screams make you a clown in front of Seoyeon as she non-stop laughed while still enjoying the rideâalso, still feeling the thrill of it. As you were screaming your lungs out, Seoyeon becomes calm as she feels overwhelmed about this experience, an experience that sheâll never forget.Â
The ride then stops after two laps as you sigh in relief, thanking that everything is over as you got up on your seat slowly and checked on Seoyeon immediately if she was alright.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm really fine!â Her adrenaline-filled words reassures you yet youâre not convinced as you know how weakly she takes these kinds of rides. Even though youâre the one who got scared all throughout the ride, you still prioritize checking on Seoyeon as concern dominates your feelings.
âAre you really sure, Yeonie? I know youâŚâ
âYeah!! We can go for another one if you want toâŚâ
âNo, thank you.â
A giggle escapes your mouth from sarcastic persuasion as the both of you get out of the ride. It seems like she wants to go for another yet you know that she canât take another more, so you doubted her limits. Of all of the things youâve done, this is maybe the most exhilarating and the most regrettable one yet you didnât complain further as you savor every second with Seoyeon and couldnât ask for anything more.
A few walks is all it takes for a call of nature as you hurriedly rush to the nearest restroom you can find and also reminding Seoyeon that youâll be back shortly and telling her to just wait in the bench near the coffee kiosk.Â
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Boisterous noises of people screaming and having fun can be heard anywhere yet itâs just silence from Seoyeonâher right feet tapping the ground with a fixed pattern as her thumb scrolls up the contents of her newsfeed on her phone while waiting for you.
âHey Yeonie, Iâm here! Iâm sorry that it took a while, cozâ thereâs a lotta restrooms that are occupiedâŚâ
âItâs alright. Iâm just feeling tired all of a suddenâŚâ
You knew this would come yet not this way but itâs reasonable since it has been almost a full day of the both of you traveling and eating at places as well as having fun and you know sheâs saying these kinds of things because of her subsided adrenaline.Â
âArenât you just wanting to take a ride again on that roller-coaster earlier or am I just tripping?â
âMaybe both. Ugh, youâre such a kill-joy person. HaaaâŚâ
Exasperated breaths escaped Seoyeonâs mouth as you know that sheâs indeed serious about what she said earlier as it is evident.Â
âYah, Iâm sorry Yeonie, itâs just the fact that I wanna know what youâre really feelingâŚâ
A hand on her back, you patted her reassuringly, making her feel comfortable in your arms. She then smiled at your simple action which always makes your heart flutter.Â
âYou definitely look tired, Yeonie. Iâll take you home so you can rest, alright?â
âOkayâŚâ
Without a time to waste, the both of you went to your car in the wide parking lot outside the amusement park. After the both of you got into the car, you asked her if sheâs really feeling alright since sheâs not really exaggerating when it comes into expressing what sheâs feeling.
âIâm just feeling tired, thatâs allâŚâ
âOh, okay⌠Donât you want some food? Youâre maybe just hungry because of that ride.â
âIâm good. I just wanna restâŚâ
âAre you sure Yeonie?â
âI amâŚâ
She then held your hand as a sign of trust, making you convinced that sheâs feeling fine yet youâre skeptical, knowing how sheâs feeling not-so-herself today.Â
You always had a thought of her faking her façade to attract your attention but it doesnât seem to be the case at this moment. The both of you then went to the parking lot, straight to your car as Seoyeonquickly opened the door and thuds onto the seat, diverting your attention to her again as concern paints your face.
âAre you really alright, Yeonie?â
âYeah, Iâm fine, just drive us home so we can restâŚâ
Her reply is colder than ice; her face stern as youâre confused on what got to her to act this strange. Without any hesitation, you just dismissed those thoughts and just focused on driving the both of you home.Â
*engine starts*
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This day has never been so awkward between you and Seoyeon as the both of you havenât converse since you started driving. You didnât mind taking a glance on what sheâs doing as youâre focused on driving with nothing else in mind. Youâre not feeling any anger or frustration, yet confusion is. She felt strange and you donât know how to react to it so you just hope for this to end as it starts to ruin your day.
âYah, Seoyeon-ah, are you-â
Finally having a thought to take a glimpse of her and you're not surprised on what you sawâher sleeping peacefully as her body rests like a panda. You didnât look too long as youâre driving but you canât help but giggle at her current state.Â
âThe things you do to me Seoyeon-ahâŚâ
You then dismissed those enervating thoughts earlier as you played your favorite songs on the radio while driving to boost your mood and serotonin throughout the entire course of the ride.Â
Completely ignoring any distractions, you bobbed your head to the beat of the music as you feel much more reinvigorated than before. It even got to the point that you almost forgot Seoyeon was even there, in the passenger seat, still sleeping peacefully.
It wasnât such a long ride for the both of you as you just arrived at Seoyeonâs place with just the 8th song finishing its last seconds.Â
âYah, weâreââ
You paused as you took a look with flawless features. You just realized how mesmerizing she looks whenever sheâs sleeping and youâre in awe of it. Youâll never get tired of seeing her, on how beautiful she looksâher visuals are out of this world. Dismiss the aggression on your voice and wake her up slowly and you did just that. Caress her cheek gently as you softly wake her up, she was met by your gaze as her eyes prettily fluttered, her drowsiness evident from her short, sweet nap.Â
âWeâre here Yeonie~â
âWoaâit was too fast, I wanted to sleep longerâŚâ
âWell, the destinationâs not that far from your place which explains why weâre fast. Plus, there was no traffic on our way here. Besides, you can sleep there as long as you want.â
She yawns in front of you as you find her stern face adorable rather than intimidating. With no time to waste, you turned off the engine after parking your car as you thought of opening the door for Seoyeon, making her puzzled and flustered.
âDidnât know you were a gentleman. Thank youâŚâ she giggled right after she said her sarcastic praise towards your actions. You scuffed as you know how much she loves teasing you but you didnât mindâyou rather found it cute than annoying.
âIâm happy to help, Ms. Lee.â your gentleman-like tone irks her as she lets out another giggle, knowing that youâre teasing her as sheâs not offended.
âUgh, stop it! Youâre making me cringeâŚâ
âMy apologies then, Ms. Lee.â
âUgh, stop it!â
Even though youâre playing with her, she couldnât help but blush with your actions. Seoyeon finds your presentable tone and modulated voice with a hint of jocularity attractive rather than annoying. Not so long after, you opened the door that leads to her house, clicking and unlocking the locks and she rushes and thuds onto the couch.
You, on the other hand, are enthusiastically going around the house as youâre thinking about the possible ways that can make her out of that mood.
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âBring her one of her favorite chocolates?âÂ
âNope, thatâs the oldest trick in the book.â
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âMaybe, watch some movies with her?â
âI doubt that sheâll even be interested in a single one.â
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âCook her an early dinner?âÂ
âSheâs not really hungry, and she may not even eat it knowing I cooked itâsheâs not a big fan of my cooking skills.â
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âUghhh, it sucks!â you rolled your eyes in disappointment as none of them seemed to work, or so you really thought.
âHey, calm down, geez! Why the hell are you acting so stressed? PfttâŚâ Seoyeon snapped as sheâs clearly annoyed by her actions. Why would she be annoyed? She made you overthink so much then sheâs the one who has the guts to be âpissedâ? Well, thereâs only a single answer to find a solution out of this peculiar act.
âAnd why are you acting like that Seoyeon? I donât know what got into you to act like this.â you snarled at her as youâre now at your breaking point. This was supposed to be a celebration but why is it like the opposite? Thereâs nothing you can feel but irritation as you glared at Seoyeon, sending shivers down her spine.Â
As youâre about to go to the kitchen, Seoyeon shouts to stop you as ignored her, not minding anything at the moment as Seoyeon feels like itâs her fault for being like this. Well, maybe it is but youâre also questioning yourself on how the both of you are acting like kids towards each other. Having a second thought, you turned back to go to Seoyeon as a loud splash ringed your eardrums, surprising you on what happened suddenly.
âSurprise!â Numerous people shouted in joy as confetti flew around the room, surprising you with a lot of things as there was a birthday party the day after. You were caught off-guard as you donât know what to feel at that very moment. Seoyeon was late after chasing you as she caught you, frozen on the spot with an awkward expression.
âI guess, itâs a⌠Surprise! HahâŚââ Seoyeonâs sarcastic tone makes things even awkward as the plan has been ruined. She didnât know that youâll break like this as all was just a set-up. You knew something was suspicious once Seoyeon got out of her usual mood today and your speculations were right. Youâre surprised to see her friends (Hayoung, Chaeyoung, Jisun, Jiheon and Jiwon) right here at her house to surprise the both of youâoriginally it was just you yet the plan has been ruined, leaving Seoyeon panicking and surprised about the sudden outcome.
âIâm sorryyyyyâŚâ Seoyeonâs signature pouting tone made you collect your temper and calmed you down from the sudden burst of anger youâve feltâmore like a disappointment. Seoyeon felt bad seeing you like that and she knows sheâs the reason behind thisâshe knows how much you hate people getting shrewish and the ones who always kill the good vibes. Awkwardness still resonates around the room as itâs dead quiet, Seoyeon breaking it by back-hugging you and tip-toeing to rest chin onto your shoulder, making you squeal because of how cute she is. You then face her as a smile of reassurance paints your lips, signaling that youâre fine with it as you hug her in return.
Hayoung and Chaeyoung were frozen on the spot too, holding the confetti poppers as giggles escaped their lips because of how cute the both of you are whilst Jisun, JIheon and Jiwon were teasing the both of you silently as Jiwon breaks the silence, shouting that the both of you should kiss as your cheeks redden. Seoyeon was also moved by what Jiwon had said as she hid her face with her hands, feeling shy as the serotonin was way too much and the pressure from Jiwon is not helping her, at all.
âUnnie! Please, stop itâŚâ
âYou two are so cute! The both of you should kiss together andââ
âYah, Jiwon-ah, let them be! Itâs their moment together!â Hayoung playfully scolded Jiwon as she pouts sheepishly, knowing that sheâs maybe messing up another moment for the both of you. You didnât seem to be bothered by her actions and so does Seoyeonâshe even feels invigorated by Jiwonâs words.Â
Without any time to waste, despite the still-awkward aura around the kitchen, Seoyeon invited everyone to celebrate your anniversary as plates and plates of mouth-watering food are displayed on the kitchen table. Your mouth waters by just seeing them as you hurriedly got plates for the girls but Jisun stopped you as she initiated to do preparations instead of you.Â
âPlease Jisun-ah, Iâll prepare the plates, Iâm sure all of you got tired from preparing these.â
âNo, Oppa, itâs alright. you sit down and relax yourself. Enjoy your time with Seoyeon, okay?â
Thereâs no other choice but to agree to her as Jisun patted your back, smiling as she got into action on preparing everything as Hayoung initiated to help too.
While the girls are busy preparing, talking and laughing, you divert your attention to Seoyeon who seems uneasy, her fingers fidgeting around the hem of her blouse as she looks at the environment outside, seemingly wandering to an empty abyss.Â
âYah, Seoyeon-ah⌠Are you okay?â you gently said as you approached her, making her gasp and involuntarily startling right after.
âUhm⌠I donât know⌠Iâmâsorry about what I've done earlier.â Seoyeon says apprehensively knowing how much she had pissed you off earlier.
âHey, Yeonie~â your tone is soft and reassuring, making Seoyeon relieved a little as sheâs still not complacentâstill worrying about your sudden burst-out earlier.Â
âDonât say sorry to me, I should be⌠Iâm sorry for being too sensitive, I justâlike, you know? You knowâyou know me, right?â your tone is uneasy, stuttering because of the overwhelming emotions you feel. She shouldnât feel badâshe shouldnât be in the first place, so with all your might, you kissed her on the forehead and embraced her despite the awkwardness the both of you are experiencing.Â
You pull out of the embrace after a few seconds, knowing how itâll make you embarrassed as thereâs still Seoyeonâs friends, just meters away from the both of you. Youâre uncomfortable showing affection towards Seoyeon with others around, so you pull right away, which Seoyeon didnât mindâsheâs also feeling embarrassed upon your act yet it still makes her flustered no matter what.
âHey you two lovebirds! Come eat some food here!â Jiwon suddenly interrupts, teasing the both of you as Jiheon playfully hits Jiwon because of her sudden actions. Knowing Jiwon wasnât offended or hurt by Jiheonâs hit, they proceeded to laugh it out as the rest of them joined the fun.Â
Both of you didnât seem to mindâSeoyeon is nonchalant and didnât reciprocate furtherâas you smiled towards each other, taking a glimpse of her beautiful face and stood up on your seats not so long after.Â
âHey, what food do you want? We have some âkimchi jjigaeâ here, some honey butter-flavored fried chicken here, and you favorite bulgogiââ
Time went slower as her voice is the only sound that echoes around your head. You then take a look at her flawless features: the sharp nose, those kissable lips of hers, her noticeable eyebags that earns her the nickname âpandaâ, those hazel-brown eyesâjust everything you can think of: perfection.Â
âHey, are you good? Hey!â
âWha-WHA! Ohhâohh⌠Sorry, I was thinking of something, YeonieâŚâ
She eyed you suspiciously as she pouted right after, knowing that itâs nothing that she should think about thoroughly. Not so long after, you got your plate alongside your chopsticks and fork to indulge in the mouth-watering food youâre dying to eat.
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âOh gosh, stop being so messy!â
âI canât help it, Yeonie. Itâs way toooooo~ deliciousâŚâÂ
The scattered crumbs and sauce stains are all over your lips as Seoyeon sheepishly clicked her tongue, disappointed because of the mess youâre makingâshe feels like sheâs taking care of a little child as she wipes the stain out off your lips with a tissue.Â
Minutes and minutes had passed as more chatters and laughs reverberated around the kitchen, you felt euphoric as this has been the best experience youâve had in your life. You could never ask for more as this is way too much of a celebrationâthe balloons and confetti that flew over thinking that a birthday party happened, the food and all of the effort exerted isâin your wordsâunreal. Itâs maybe exaggeratedâdisregarding the serotonin youâre feeling, so are the butterflies on your stomachâyet your feelings are true, true in a way that youâre sincerely grateful and thankful for everything she's done for you, and sheâs thinking the same as if your efforts are appreciated by hers.
âUhm⌠Seoyeon-ah!â
As the both of you were still talking to each other, Seoyeon was stopped as she turned her head, only to see Jisun waving her hand and telling her that theyâll leave. They also thanked Seoyeon for the food as Seoyeon thanked them for helping them for the not-so-executed surprise for you and also about the planning that made all of this special, in a way.
The façade of your faces changed as the door closedâit wasnât anything new as the both of you are just shy to reveal your true personalities when it comes to showing affection to others. You then approached Seoyeon and back-hugged her while sheâs still busy peeking through the window as she lets out the tiniest, raspy scream youâll ever hear and itâs way too adorable for you to handle. Her small squeals as you kiss her nape is one of the reasons why sheâs the most adorable girl youâve ever met. Even with her intimidating and daunting demeanor, sheâs a soft puffball inside and it balances her looks wellâthat's according to you.
âYahh⌠Arenât you mad?â
âWhy would I be? Besides, thank you for the food Yeonie. You don't really need to bother preparing so much.â
âSays the one who treated us in an amusement park and in the cinemasâŚâ
Seoyeon giggled right after her joke towards you, knowing you arenât offended as you find it rather wholesome.Â
âAlso, Iâm still sorry for making you mad.â
âOh, come on Yeonie, itâs not your fault, itâs mine. You donât need to say sorry, okay?â
You reassure her once again as a faint smile curved those beautiful lips of hers. In a mere second, you hugged her again as you stroke her hair, letting her know that itâs not her fault but rather, yours. She doesn't hesitate to reciprocate as she snuggles her head onto your chest, comfortable that sheâs right by your side.
She raised her head, flashing a vibrant smile as her eyes formed a crescent, showing how delightful sheâs been feeling. You tucked her hair behind her ear as you kissed her forehead, earning a soft squeal from hers. The both of you pulled away from each other as she initiated to invite you to watch a movie.
âCan we?? PleaseeeeâŚâ
With those puppy-like, crescent eyes combined with her small and captivating tone, how can you decline? Besides, you wanted to watch a couple of movies too as curiosity is the main culprit here. Seoyeon inviting you to watch something isnât new to you. She invites you and persuades you to try and do something so youâre not surprised yet something baffles youâit baffles you to the fact that she suddenly kisses you on the cheek as her toneâs much more affectionate than before.
Well, maybe itâs because of our anniversary thatâs why sheâs acting like thatâyouâre just thankful for seeing such an adorable girl like her lit brighter than the sun and you wouldnât complain about how sheâs acting softer than usual.
âYouâre really the best!â Seoyeon exclaims as she hopped on the couch, the loud thud audible as you glared at her, signaling that she should be careful or sheâll be hurt.Â
âYouâre no fun!â
âJust be careful next time Yeonie, gosh. Youâll hurt yourself.â
âAwww, heâs suddenly thoughtful about me! How cute is that!â Seoyeonâs mocking tone and her pleading face is enough to make you in awe but you suddenly act cold, playing with her as her face is puzzled, anticipating what could happen next.
âAm I always not thoughtful about you? How can Iâ not be soft whenever youâre around?â Your cold demeanor is exchanged with your fluttering words that makes Seoyeon blush faintly. You know how to turn on her buttons and so she is towards you but she never saw this coming.
âStop i-itâŚâ
âAH! Youâre blushing!! AHH!â
âStop!â
You already know that Seoyeonâs flustered once she faces away from you, her hands uneasy and her endearing yet intimidated tone. You always love to see those and youâll make sure that youâll treasure those saccharine smiles of hers at all times.
âYah, arenât we going to watch a movie?â
âOh yeah, I totally forgot it when my mindâs all cloud up, all about you.â
âYeonie, actuallyââ you held her hand as you endearingly stared right on her hazel-brown eyes, maintaining eye contact to her as you smiled involuntarily, her responding with a faint smile thatâs full of enthusiasm, ââcanât we just, rest and cuddle each other?â
Seoyeonâs facial expressions changed faster than the speed of light; the utmost happiness can be felt just by seeing her smile as her delightful aura emanated, making you smile and feel the same happiness as she does. In just a few seconds, Seoyeon hugged you as you were pushed onto the couch, making you squeal lightly as you were shocked by her sudden action.
âIâm so glad to have you.â
âIâm glad too, Yeonie.â
A quick peck on Seoyeonâs lips is enough to show your affection towards her as her cheeks flushed rosy-pink. Both of you exchanged smiles as you break the silence, interrupting this wholesome moment which she didnât seem to bother.
âIâm also glad your acting skills got better compared to a month agoâI think you should audition now, YeonieâŚâ
âStop it!â she annoyingly responded and giggled right after. Knowing that she isnât affected vastly, you laughed as she smiled back at you.
Whoaâthose beautiful curved lips forming a saccharine smile should be always treasured, and youâll promise to yourself that youâll do, no matter how bitter or sweet everything can be.
âI love youâŚâ your lips involuntarily shaped with the flow of those words as Seoyeon didnât hesitateânor got shockedâto reply back.
âI love you tooâŚâ
You then cupped her cheekâyour eyes looking at her lovinglyâas her hazel-brown eyes shining upon the not-so-dimness the room was emanating. Without any second being wasted, you pecked her lips and caressed your finger on her cheek as you enveloped her with your embrace, finding warmth on this cold, breezy and especially, the most memorable day in your life.
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Oh and in different news: some folks on the second youtube channel have been asking for gameplay videos and I've been subsequently uploading kimochi stuff. However I think I'll start recording other things too, like 100 evils, the scene zero despair fights (OH GOD IM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT), and maybe even some ex-challenges.
Obviously some of these might not be that exciting...? Because it's basically doppel spam-- especially the ex-challenges. But I'll be imposing my own challenges on myself to make them more interesting. I dunno, I've got time to think about it I suppose.
HOWEVER
I don't want to spam people either, so it'll be every monday! Anyways, here is a sneak peak of the thumbnail for this upcoming monday... hope y'all are ready for it!
I think recording the fights is in its own way a little record of how the game works, so might as well, right? The videos also are getting more views than the battle animations so apparently that's what folks wanna see more of (I imagine though it'll drop off if it just keeps being boring doppel kimochi loops).
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Winter Warning
Hi all! I know this one was technically for last week but shhhhhh last week was busy and now I've finally got some time off to catch up. Anyway, this is for Week 4 of @the-slasher-files Blood Fest, hope y'all enjoy!!
Warnings: ***Dub/Non Con***, alone in the middle of the woods with an asshole kidnapper, dead dove don't eat. Rough, quick and dirty, the reader doesn't get off, kidnapping, restraints, knives/threats with knives. Word Count: ~3k Prompts: Mask. Knives. Keywords: Enliven. Raw.
Youâre met with your own face reflected back, eyes widened in fear. Your face is covered in flecks of snow, collecting there as your body heat is too slow to melt them. There are simply too many. The mirror is surrounded by darkness, a void in the middle of this snowstorm youâve gotten caught in. In a way, youâre almost certain youâve died out here from the cold, and death has come to take you.
âWhatchu doing out here like this? Get lost?â
You blink slowly. The darkness spoke. With a Southern accent, no less. But it begins to slowly dawn on you that this isnât death, and youâre not dead. The mirror is ski goggles, wrapped around in shiny reflective material. The darkness is merely the hood of a coat and a scarf over a face.Â
âShit, you still in there?â
This time you nod, unsure of how to properly respond. There isnât enough energy in you to muster anything meaningful. Your legs feel like lead and your face feels numb from the cold. Youâd been hiking and suddenly a snowstorm hit, and youâd gotten turned around. Even now, you can barely see five feet from your face.Â
âWell câmon. Cabinâs not too far from here.â
A heavy gloved hand wraps around your forearm, pulling you along before you can say as much as boo. But would you have really said no? Heâs the only one youâve seen out here, and you had no proper shelter and nothing in your bag to keep you fed if this storm took longer to pass. So you followed, as there really wasnât much choice if you didnât want to become a popsicle.Â
His cabin wasnât far at all. In fact, you most certainly would have stumbled upon it eventually. Tucked away in the trees, the snow wasnât as harsh on your face as he dragged you along. Once inside, warmth hit you in waves, and you sighed in relief as your face began to feel a tad less numb. You were standing in a mud room, cluttered with outerwear and boots and shoes and all manner of things. Your savior pulled back his hood and ripped off his scarf, his jaw firm and dusted with scruff. As he pulls the mirrored goggles up, youâre met with piercing blue eyes, narrowed as they look back at you. This throws you for a bit of a loop, as you expected a far more friendly face. But everything about him was firm, hardened, and cold. It was almost as if there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, even though everything about him so far seemed to be at the very least helpful.Â
âYa just gonna stand there freezing to death? Or ya need help?âÂ
Before you can say anything, heâs kneeling in front of you. You hiss in pain as your legs start to gain feeling when he pulls off your boots. Your socks are wet, you hadnât thought you needed taller boots today. You unzip your jacket and toss it on an empty chair as Boone removes your socks. His bare hands are warm on your raw skin, and he rubs your foot firmly as a way to bring back some circulation. As you awkwardly place your hand on his shoulder for stability.Â
âSorry⌠thanksâŚâ your voice is small as it comes out, and he stands up abruptly, tossing his own coat to the side. Heâs in actual proper layers for this weather, a heavy tan Carhartt jacket on top of a hooded coat, and heâs wearing heavy overalls under that. He throws you a glance as he undoes the straps, and you see heâs wearing discolored jeans underneath it all. âI⌠uh⌠didnât realize the weather was going to be that badâŚâ
âNo shit,â he tosses back, and you feel a bit lost for words. He didnât have to let you into his home, so why was he so stiff? Perhaps he just didnât like people but felt obligated to help anyway.Â
As you go to follow him deeper into the cabin, he stops you. âYouâre gonna catch hypothermia in those.â He gestures to your jeans, soaked through and cold. You nod, as if thatâs obvious, and try to continue, but he stops you again. âTake âem off.â
This causes you to stop. Stuck with a strange man in a strange cabin in the middle of God knows where without pants. Sheepishly, you offer, âDo you have something I can change into?â
He merely nods. âDonât want ya tracking it through the place though.â He did have a point⌠yet you still felt like everything was wrong here. Before you could even try to work your way around this, he adds, âThereâs more shame in being dead from something ya couldâve prevented than whatever stupid modesty shit youâre worried about, kid.â
You bristle a bit, but you know heâs right. After a few moments, you reach down to your belt, undoing it as he watches, seemingly annoyed. Thereâs still a struggle as the wet fabric clings to your legs, and it feels embarrassing having him watch you fight with such a simple task. But finally, youâre free from them, standing in just your underwear and hoodie before him. At the very least, his gaze doesnât seem to be leering, and he turns without a word and walks through the door.Â
Walking through the kitchen and into the living room, you wished you still had socks on. The man has a mud room but the place still looks like the floors havenât been vacuumed. At least itâs all hardwood and throw rugs. But what youâre more focused on is the fireplace at the far side of the room, and the man throws a blanket onto the floor for you to sit right in front of it. As you sink down, the heat begins to envelop you, your skin slowly coming alive again as your limbs begin to tingle. The man drapes another blanket over your shoulders to cover you, and he turns to leave the room. âWait-â You stop him and he turns. âWhatâs your name?â
He stares at you for a few moments, until he answers. âBoone.â
âThank you, Boone. This is really kind of you.â
His eyes are still an enigma to you, unable to read his emotions as he assesses the sight of you before him. But finally, he merely nods and turns to leave.Â
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Over the course of a few hours, Boone was incredibly attentive, if not mildly unenthused with his new company. He brought you hot coffee, black, and you gulped the bitter liquid down. It was better to have something warm to drink than nothing at all. He had brought you sweatpants that were a bit baggy on you, as well as heavy wool socks. Even though you were feeling far too warm now, you couldnât help but stay right where you were. You never wanted to feel cold again.
The longer you sat on the floor, the more Boone seemed to linger. He didnât continue any conversations when you tried to initiate it. Even when you told him your name, he didnât bother to use it. It was like he fit the solitary man in the middle of the woods trope perfectly. His eyes continued to look you over, not necessarily in a dirty way, but one that made you feel small and meek. You started to wonder just what was on his mind, considering he wouldnât speak up every time you tried.Â
âIs it still going to be bad out there for a while, you think?â
Boone, who was leaning back against the windowsill, gave a sideways glance to the window. âProbably.âÂ
âCanât you look on your phone or something?âÂ
âDonât got one.âÂ
Again, that feeling of being in the middle of nowhere with this man is sinking in. But you do your best to shrug and act like itâs no big deal. âOh, well, Iâve got one in my bag. I can grab it and check.â
His response is quick. âDonât bother. Got no service out here anyway.â Boone seems to be rather nonchalant, but thereâs something there that detracts from whatever calm demeanor heâs trying to convey. His eyes are narrow, almost glaring down at you for the suggestion. So you simply nod and pretend you never asked.
After a little bit, the anxiety begins to eat away at you. Whatever is going on, youâd feel safer with your phone. You donât know if heâs telling the truth about service. You might be closer to town than you think. So, to seem a bit less conspicuous, you ask. âCan I use the bathroom?â
âSecond door on the left.â He barely so much as glances at you as he stares outside. It makes you relieved that he seems to be more occupied with something else rather than you.Â
You end up going to the bathroom anyway while youâre there, and splash some water on your face. Trying to reassure yourself that youâll be fine, you look at yourself in the mirror again. Your eyes look just as wide as they were before, like a deer in the headlights. You rub your palms over your face, trying your best to ignore it all. Nothing is going to happen to you. That sort of thing only happens in horror movies. Heâs not going to gut you and skin you like some wild game.Â
As you exit the bathroom, that thought enters your mind again. You need your phone. You need to check. So, you slowly pad back to the mud room, trying to not work yourself up in a tizzy. Youâll grab your phone from your pack, youâll see he was right, and everything will be fine.Â
But when you stop in the doorway, you see that your pack is gone. Your clothes are still there, Hell even the jeans he said heâd hang to dry are still in a wet heap on the floor. The terror begins to twist and bubble in your stomach, panic flooding your veins. This was wrong. This was all wrong. And everything you felt wasnât just you being silly. It was right. You were right.
âGot lost?â
You donât even turn around, your feet launch from the floor as you try to make a run for it, run out the door, but his arm wraps around you faster. Thereâs a pinch on your neck, and at first, you figure itâs his hold on you, but your brain begins to piece together your surroundings more clearly, even with your heart thumping in your ears. Itâs a blade. A big, fuck you blade. Pressed against your neck.
âWhereâd ya think youâre going, kid? Huh?â His gravelly voice is low, taunting in your ear. âYou gonna go outside in that? Itâs even worse than what I found ya in. Youâll be dead before ya make it anywhere safe.â
All you can manage are pathetic little whimpers as you stand on tip toes, trying to push yourself away from the blade but end up leaning further against his chest. His hot breath is on your neck, one arm securely around your middle and the other on your throat with that blade. Weak hands pull at his arm, but heâs too strong for you to fight back. Itâs useless.Â
âLetâs go back inside, hmm? Get your blood pumping again.âÂ
Youâre unceremoniously dragged back into the cabin, back to the living room, all the while trying your best to squirm away from the knife pressed against your neck. Tears prick your eyes as you try desperately to calm yourself down. Youâre trapped. Thereâs no getting out of this. You need to placate him or else youâll be dead. Even if thereâs a chance youâll be dead either wayâŚ
Pushed onto the floor, he climbs over your body, knee pressed between your shoulder blades as you cry out. He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it as he forces you to turn to look up at him. The cruel smile and sharp gaze are the most emotion youâve seen out of the man the entire time youâve been here. Your heart is thudding in your chest, your throat dry as you try your best not to squirm, the blade still ever-present.Â
He tilts his head slightly, clicking his tongue as he takes it all in. âYa know, maybe if youâd have been smarter and not decided to hike in the goddamn winter, ya wouldnât be here. Pretty stupidâve ya to do.â
All you can do is nod, bottom lip quivering. After a moment, you whisper softly. âI donât want to die.â
He snickers at that. ââCourse not. No one dumb enough to trespass ever does.â The flat of the blade taps against your throat, taunting you. âBut if ya make it worth my while⌠ya might not have to. Your choice.â
There is no choice. Who would choose death? â...OkayâŚâ the word sounds so pitiful, but it seems to please him.Â
The blade still lingers by your throat, his knee lifting from you as you can breathe a bit easier. The hand holding your hair frees itself, instead going to the sweatpants of his youâre wearing and shucks them down. You can barely stand to look back, your gaze focused on the floor.Â
But his hand is soon between your thighs, and you canât help but yelp and squirm as he chuckles in your ear. âFeels like yer already desperate for it,â his breath low and raspy in your ear as you struggle to not feel shame at your bodyâs natural reaction to this. To being manhandled and pushed around and taken control of. It was no use denying it, so you donât. He wouldnât care anyway.Â
Even if youâve mentally prepared for what will happen, he doesnât give you much time for it. Not when he seems to have himself free before you can even realize it, and your underwear and sweats bunched around your thighs as he pushes himself in from behind. You cry out, hands pressed against the floor as he groans deep in his chest, his member thicker than you anticipated. The blade moved to the nape of your neck, his free hand grasping your hip as he barely gave you time to adjust.
âFuckâŚâ His breath is hot on your neck, his hips merciless as you struggle to keep your face from being pushed further against the floor. âCanât believe you were keepinâ this from meâŚâ As if it was on purpose. âSo fuckinâ tightâŚâ
You struggle to relax, to try to ride this out. It doesnât help that it truly feels good, the stretch of him against your walls, his body heavy against yours as he just⌠takes you. Heâs ruthless, all in chasing his own high as he uses you for his own release.Â
It doesnât take him long before his hips begin to stutter, his grip bruising on your hip as he growls incoherently in your ear. You try to squirm, but itâs no use. It only seems to speed up the inevitable. He spills inside you, warmth spreading through you as you whimper softly at the feeling. Your sex is tingling with unfulfilled need, and you know heâs not kind enough to return the favor. Youâll be left wanting. You donât know whatâs worse, Boone satisfying you or leaving you wanting more.Â
Thereâs a shuddering sigh of relief that hisses from your lips, your body relaxing. It was finally over. Youâd be given a break, you could relax and recoup and figure out what youâd do next. You should have known it wouldnât be that simple.Â
As soon as his hands are on you again, thereâs a struggle as he forces you up, the knife clattering to the floor, forgotten. Youâre tossed over his shoulder like a sack, and youâre unable to keep your cool, you pound on his back with your fists, legs kicking wildly as he grips your thighs to his chest with a strength that terrifies you. Itâs not long before heâs forcing you down a dim set of stairs, the realization filling you with dread.Â
What you can see of the basement is dark and lonely, but fairly clean. There are rows of shelves of goods, but none you can focus on right now. Youâre tossed onto a soft surface, and as you realize itâs a dingy mattress, everything grows more clear. Even more when he wrestles with your legs, pants still around your thighs and making it difficult to fight back. A cuff is secured tightly to your left ankle, and the tears flow freely now as you yell and scream and tell him itâs not fair, you did what he wanted, he couldnât do this to you.Â
All it does is make him laugh. âWhat? Didja think Iâd give ya free reign of the place? Let ya share my bed?â His hand comes to your chin, forcing you to look into those soulless eyes. âYâainât special enough for that, kid. No one is.âÂ
He ignores your curses and spitting and weak punches, merely stepping out of your way as you struggle to move yourself too far with the ankle cuff. He turns and tosses a blanket at you, one that youâre shocked is somewhat heavy. âBe good, and if ya arenât hollering too much, Iâll bring ya dinner.â
And with that, he turns back to the stairs, all while you yell incoherently back at him. The door slams, leaving you, your thoughts, and a single dim bulb illuminating the cellar. Slowly, it dawns on you that this might be a fate worse than death.
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chatty gemmy cathy tonight (who's STILL procrastinating + fighting the anxiety allegations) đ
I leave my additional rambling under the cut for your scrolling needs
LOL okay. So. Aside from meager updates and treats on ko-fi, I'm just way too anxious to make a proper new year post??? I've gotten caught in this loop where I want to spill my guts but I don't want to be perceived. So. knowing that most people scroll by posts anyway allows me the illusion that I'm sharing international secrets WITHOUT me acknowledging that I am sharing international secrets. yeah?
HSD:JY #2
as for what I can share here, I've been working--until right now--very quietly in the background and I get a thrill of excitement every time I touch the outline document?? I am also currently job hunting in the hopes of entraining a new place of employment that allows me to pay bills, fund this funky enterprise, and alleviate the physical and mental stress in my bubble of life. yup. but honestly being a game dev is still somehow cheaper than therapy so that tells you EVERYTHING you need to know kjzsfjsjf)
CRUSHED
Confession. I was supposed to fucking REST during the holidays. I was supposed to finish my little reading challenge and spend time with my family, and even if the holidays weren't holi-daying, just focus on my family who I do love dearly and could stand to show it more. yeah um so like I got to talking with some friends??? I mentioned this before lol. but I got to talking. and I got inspired. and then the next thing I knew, I was taking time away from what should have been spent on HSD (if I was gonna be stubborn and careless with said rest) annnnnd started working on Secret Project. or what my sibling calls Secret Project 2025--because I told them that this project wasn't supposed to be worked on until 2025.
Would you like take a guess as to what this secret project that will no longer be secret once I hit the "post" button is?
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any guesses?? give up?
Crushed #2. Previously under the working title "Folded" which I wasn't married to, and then renamed to "Loved" as I got deeper and deeper into the draft.
As it stands, Loved is gonna need some more "love" LOL!! Crushed was a very fast process from inception to production, mostly because writing Corey was as natural as breathing once I let go and Let God â ď¸ Loved is Jacob's POV and um....listen, I love the guy, and I love him for Corey but fucking damn, his ass needed three outlines, all of my attention and wanning energy, a cry session, touching grass, and then the acknowledgment that the first draft was not going to be the final draft.
I really love how Jacob's POV came to be, I loved getting to know him outside of Corey and as his own character. and I loved being surprised by things in the draft. But it's so heavy. It's. Soooo. Heavy. Once again I found myself writing about grief (because 1) i'm so original and 2) because another story needed to be told authentically). But. I don't want it to be this heavy game when it's released out in the world. So when I have fresh eyes I will return to it and figure out if there's parts of Jacob's story that I missed due to tunnel vision that balances things out. and ofc there will be the fun things of getting beta/sensitivity readers because of Jacob being biracial--I've done research but certain things need more than my eyeballs on it--.
I'm gonna be super honest with y'all...it would be bat-shit crazy and an absolute dream of mine to get this game out to y'all by the end of the year. like december 2024. the only thing that's holding me back is HSD (because again that should have my full attention...Crushed is my baby but more players care about HSD and ahahah that's valid). The only thing--part 2--that's holding my back is funds. I VERY briefly considered a kickstarter but I'm still not built for crowdfunding and I've already had enough bad ideas 3 days into the new year, and I should spread it out more đ¤§
but yeah. the reason this was supposed to be a 2025 project?? because I selfishly want to get to keegan and oke's story, and I KNEW that to get there, Jacob's came first. So in my infinite wisdom I decided to start now to be "prepared" to finish Jacob's POV later. and then I sat and wrote out the full draft.
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anyhoo. there is so. much. STUFF. I wanna say about Loved, and I'm super proud of myself for keeping it kinda vague here, but I promise that if I suddenly get an inheritance from a dead family member, I will put it to good use in getting Loved done AND share all the swirling thoughts in my head about the game. oh and also be able to pay the sensitivity readers for their time and expertise, damn gemini â ď¸
THE KNIGHT DANCE
not much to say here except if HSD is the main concern, TKD is the second main concern because I had to shelve this baby twice and HBG is overdue on a sapphic story (yes HSD has lovely sapphic content but as a player you can choose not to interact with it soooooo....)
this one will definitely force me to take initiative and reach out to people for all the roles and I still have Great Fear and Low Brain Cells so once I sit down, review the script, and figure out what roles need fulfilling, we can start cooking with oil!
IMPOSTER SYNDROME
keeping this very short and very vague, but...one of the things I pride myself on and strive to improve and keep up my skills with AND have been complimented on has been encouraged to be in the spotlight in a very low stakes way, but my brain as decided "no pressure" really means "yes pressure" and suddenly I believe myself to be the Worst Candidate. but I'm believed in and I don't want to let people down so it's just...distractions x 10 until I finally exhaust myself and get to work â ď¸
i'll get over it just gotta be dramatically anxious first
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GOOD TALK!!!! lol and with that, I think I shall leave tumblr and find a soothing activity to participate in đ¤Łđ
#y'all really ain't getting a dev diaries post anytime soon đ#gamedev rambles#updates and rambles#if you see the tags and liked crushed (I yammer about it here)#imposter syndrome is also especially loud this week and I don't have the mental fortitude to tell it to shut the hell up#tw: mental health#tw: general tmi-ness#tw: typos and grammar errors. probably.
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feburary song recs!
this month was also CRAZY. first few days of the month were incredibly sinusoidal. i got really close with some friends, because some friends were being incredibly distant. almost threw up from disgust/stress at one point lol. but it worked out fine and the middle of the month was really fun. it reassured me that things were going to be okay. unfortunately things aren't always perfect so that doubt and mistrust keeps creeping up on me, but to be honest i don't really care much anymore. is it alright to let some things fade away?
--- newton dance - nayutalien x chinozo
okay so i heard this ruinene cover- from project sekai: a new voice, i think- on youtube and it's so cool. the voices fit so well (BOTH OF THEM) and the song is perfect for them and so cute. i love the theme of sciencey space love songs nayutalien does. it's SO CUTE. "can't fight your pull of gravity!" is so sweet. the tuning style makes it even more cuter. dfnisdfjnasdjfnadk. and nayutalien has a way of writing songs that scratch that itch in my brain- maybe it's the harmonic minor lol.
--- speak now - taylor swift
listen. i don't listen to pop. i don't like pop. i hate taylor swift. however. however. i love the story this songs tells. it's such a stereotypical straight story, I KNOW. but who doesn't love a stereotypical sort of sweet love story once in a while. the instrumentation is simple yet unique (for pop lol). the way she structures the chorus is different from other songs i've seen.
--- kosho yashiki satsujin jiken - teniwoha
otherwise known as "murder case at the mansion of antiquarian books". I LOVE SONGS THAT TELL A STORY (can you tell??) ESPECIALLY. MURDER. CASES. THAT. IS. SO COOL. sadly the lyrics are hard to understand but i still love it anyways. i especially love the wonderlands x showtime cover because the "sho" and "lie" parts are emphasized when you have several different voices, in different octaves, with different timbres. I LOVE EMU'S VOICE IN THIS. her cutesy voice is mixed with her lower register and it sounds GREAT. this is one of the (few) songs that work with her very cutesy childish voice. the line distribution makes this song so delicious. and oh my god. EVERY CHORUS. PUSHES. DOWN. A HALF STEP. THAT. IS SO COOL. it keeps dropping when you expect it to end or go higher. SADFNAISDUFNAISUDFIU. teniwoha, thank you.
--- sobakasu - judy and mary
ANOTHER recommendation from a friend. took some time to grow on me. what i find interesting is how the verses and instrumental breaks sound very different (pop vs. rock). my favorite part of this song is how raw and genuine it sounds. it's so catchy i hear myself humming this throughout the day. it's really just a sweet song (about love i think... something like love is like a freckle you can't get rid of ...?). the chorus loops in my mind. the way the singer sings it is so aosdfnasdfnjasdj. makes me smile.
--- new rules - dua lipa
okay i swear i don't like pop. i swear. i just heard it in my dance team's playlist and was like "wow i hate how much they play this song" then proceeded to loop it. i'm NOT going to say it's relatable. i'm not.
--- this is how to be in love with you/umbilical in milgram project
mahiru's cv works so well in this song. and i love the es cv cover too. this song itself is so sweet and makes you feel very warm and fuzzy though it's a little sinister lol. like... this is HOW TO BE IN LOVE WITH YOU?? what an awesome title. i really love the line that goes "if you're kind to me, i'm going to start relying on you, so thanks" or something. it's just such a fun vibe. i love when she sings "o-ver-heat" and "AI NAN DESU YO".
it's getting late so i will just say: yuno is relatable. let's reload the warmth y'all. light the oxygen on fire. or something. "i hope i can be someone you like."
honorary mentions: ke mu san (this meme song SLAPS my #1 listened to lol. the dance is addicting to watch)
#vocaloid#music#asdfnjasdjfn this post is a little cray cray lol i'm tired#i hope i can post about fandoms and stuff soon bc i really miss my constant brain rot..#maybe i should talk about my favorite milgram songs and tag it one day#february 2024
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