#but in my defense i was 20 when that happened and had absolutely no sense of self preservation

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥?・l.f.

— You never once thought you would meet Lee Felix, especially not while watching an edit of his abs

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠・lee felix x fem!reader // 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬・fluff, crack, first meetings // 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬・723 // 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬・an obscene amount of the word fuck, felix is lowkey really flirty, felix is described as being your "teenage crush" and I didn't even know they existed when I was a teenager but shhhh.

𝐚/𝐧・I wrote this on the bus, lmaoo when I was watching an edit of Felix's abs and thought, What if he saw me doing this? Then, poof, a fic was born.

"You know, it's a lot better in person."

See, out of all the silly little fantasies you had conjured up in your delulu teenage years, you had never once imagined you would meet Lee Fucking Felix while staring at an edit of his abs, hence the humiliating screech that flies from your mouth as you jump about 10 feet off the bench.

Your first reaction is, what the fuck, your second is, why are you here, and the third comes out a little like, "What the—why are you—what the actual fuck?"

It takes a solid 20 mortifying seconds for you to realize that your phone is still playing Lah Pat and Flo Milli's Rodeo during the awkward standoff—between you, the park bench, and this architectural phenomenon of a man. Cue your clamor of limbs desperately trying to shut the damn thing off. Felix’s mirth is transparent, bleeding through his splayed fingers as he uselessly tries to stifle his shocked laughter.

Words are unattainable at that moment; any sense of coherent vocabulary flies out of your gaping jaw as your expression performs facial gymnastics, trying to calculate what the hell is happening right now.

"So wait, you're like real?" you blurt, eyes narrowed like a crazy lady genuinely questioning all planes of existence.

In her defense, your honor, she just met Lee Felix. Look at the man—there's no way he exists on the same planet as us!

He blinks, utterly dumbfounded by your sudden inquiry. "Well, yeah?"

"Wow." That's all you say. Wow. What else can you say? You're still convinced this is all a simulation created by some sadistic scientist.

"What, did you just think I didn’t exist or something?" he chuckles, amber eyes crinkled in amusement.

"Well, I don’t know," you shrug. "I didn’t think I’d ever see you in real life, let alone talk to you."

"Well, I never thought I’d catch such a pretty girl watching edits of my abs in real life, but hey, here we are." His lips form an absolutely perfect smirk, and there's a moment, where his irises catch the light just right; that you can almost make out a flirtatious glint in them—

You pinch yourself—really pinch yourself. Hard. In the thigh. So hard you flinch, and it’s such a big flinch that he notices. He notices so much that he laughs—not warm chuckles, not soft giggles, but a rib-splitting, belly-doubling guffaw that makes you want to crawl into the ground and engrave on your own epigraph: "Death by Hot Guy."

"I—I’m sorry, I—I can’t—" he wheezes. "D-Did you actually just pinch yourself?" The question is purely rhetorical, but that doesn't stop your entire face from flushing about as red as Hyunjin's hair during the Maniac tour.

"Yes!! Lee Fucking Felix just called me pretty! What do you want me to do?? You’re lucky I’m even standing on my own two feet right now!!" You’re sputtering so much nonsense that even you don’t know what you’re talking about. He doesn’t seem to mind—quite the contrary, really. He gazes at you through his brow, strands of golden hair falling over his ears. His laughter fizzles out into a grin—flattered, bashful, and undeniably tender.

Is it too early to start thinking about vows?

Felix clears his throat, and you’re caught off guard by his expression: nervous yet contemplative, as if he’s battling with his next statement. With an anxious titter, he asks, "What’s your name?"

It takes a solid couple of pounding heartbeats to dislodge the answer from your throat, but when you do—“Y/N. My name is Y/N”—my, does heaven sing.

He takes a single step forward before averting his eyes in silent consideration. Whatever was stopping him isn’t anymore, because it takes him about two more steps to close the gap between you, placing a gentle hand on the slope of your shoulder. Your entire body bursts into flames.

Is this real? Is this planet Earth? Have you ever noticed that on his left cheek, if you observe long enough, you can almost make out the Little Dipper in his freckles?

"That’s a pretty name," he smiles, and you swear you see the sun. "Y/N, I was just on my way to the café. Would you like to accompany me on said adventure?"

And that, kids, is how I met your father.

haha this was so silly to write I hope you liked it even though it was a little really caotic

Wanna read something longer? read rewrite the ending in every lifetime a tale of trauma, healing, and felix finding your soul in every lifetime.

[kuleana--does-anyone-care]

capstone update #5

Hello! We're in the final stretch now... A lot has happened since my last post. Sorry, but I'm really not the blogging type.

So! Over the past two or three weeks, I've cut together my "extended trailer" for my doc. My goal was to have something between 3-5 minutes, and ended up with something around 4 minutes 40 seconds. I figured this was the way to go since there is so much information to share on the topic of Red Hill. If I'm making a trailer for something this complicated, I need to make sure that viewers are getting all of the context they need to understand why the issue is important.

The biggest struggle was figuring out what would make it into the trailer. I spent a lot of hours going through my footage, and collecting public domain clips from DVIDS, the "Defense Visual Information Distribution Service". (Anyone can use content from DVIDS: dvidshub.net is the URL. All of its content is produced by the US Military.)

After much hemming and hawing, one night it just came to me. I put together the first draft of my trailer, and it restored hope and light to my world. 😂

I got feedback from 9 people about it. Only two people had doubts, but I've been working to address the things they mentioned. Everyone else really liked it, which was very helpful to know. When you're editing something, you start to question whether it makes sense after viewing it 20 or 50 times over.

I have a corkboard that I used earlier this semester to help me wrap my mind around all of the different parties and topics involved in this Red Hill story. After making the first rough cut of my trailer, I decided to use the corkboard to visualize and rearrange my trailer's narrative. This was absolutely necessary, because of the sheer amount of sequences and clips I had prepared. Last weekend, I spent a lot of time standing in front of the board, trying to figure out what I could move, and where I could place new clips. It was well worth it, and I can't imagine trying to do this kind of work a different way. (Thanks Professor Farinella and Gabby Navalta for recommending this method!)

All in all, I'm really pleased with how my trailer is coming out. It has changed a lot over the past week! The storyline is mostly the same, but I managed to add in a lot more information at just the right moments. The narrative feels cohesive to me, and the people who have seen the new version agree. I did not, in fact, mess up the magic I had going in the original cut. Relief!

Until next time, please enjoy these photos which document my trusty corkboard's metamorphosis over the past week. I will treasure them always.

[diamondcitydarlin]

So I quit that job I mentioned earlier lol, I hadn't done work for this particular company since the pandemic and it became very clear, very quickly that what was already tenuous, chaotic circumstances before all that has only rapidly deteriorated further since. There was no discernable like, assigned Project Manager for this nonsense, just like four separate people making decisions behind each other's backs, over each other's heads, so the situations with everything were constantly changing and in this chaos no one bothered to communicate any of these changes with me (probably because they weren't communicating with each other) while just sort of expecting me to keep up and hit the notes that no one wanted to make clear in the first place. Like, "well why isn't this done?" "uh because idiot #3 said this script wasn't finalized, I mean not to me personally but openly in the chat to everyone" "WE CAN STILL USE THIS SCRIPT" "UHM NO WE CAN'T NOT UNTIL ITS FINALIZED SO WHEN IS THAT GOING TO HAPPEN" "IDK ASK IDIOT #2 WHO NEVER ANSWERS THEIR DMS ANYWAY" like what the actual fuck?? I was already getting so stressed out by this lack of any sense of cohesion whatsoever, but my breaking point was on Sunday when I had made it clear I wasn't going to be available and everyone was like yea yea cool that's fine (like, literally I live on land I'm responsible for upkeeping in the middle of the mountains now, if I step out of my house and into the depths of the property I am OUT OF SERVICE and I made it clear this was going to be the case MULTIPLE TIMES) and one of the bitches that's been going behind everyone's back and over their heads etc and is also some boomer lady with too much time on her hands CALLS ME FOUR TIMES BEFORE 7 AM ON SUNDAY TO ASK WHERE I AM AND WHAT I'M DOING like mam? You're not even my boss (hasn't stopped her from trying to treat me like her 20-something unpaid intern assistant though) and I made it clear multiple times that I'm not going to be available today "Well you're gonna have to be because we're very behind" AND THAT'S -MY- FAULT? THE ONE PERSON WHO HAS BEEN DOING THEIR ACTUAL JOB? I was just like yeah you know what actually I'm done with this as of today, pay me what I'm owed and don't contact me again

the worst part is that when I agreed to come on to help with this it was never communicated to me that I was going to be expected to be on call 24 hours a day, 7 days a week (bc literally this boomer lady with no boundaries would be texting me at 10 pm on Friday for no reason bc she has nothing better to do with her life) to a group of people that don't know their mouths from their assholes and are just using this a pissing contest with each other while treating me like absolute shit and getting absolutely nothing done. It has NEVER been this bad. I also wasn't told that I'd be treated like an intern despite very much not being hired as one and well past the time in this career path where that'd be an appropriate role for me. Like, I wasn't made aware of any of this bullshit before agreeing to HELP OUT.

That's the other shitty thing, is that this was to HELP OUT a professional friend that I've done many fun and successful productions with- and where is he through all of this? Mostly not there. Mostly just not available. Not communicating with me or anyone else. I'm not speaking to him now because I really feel like he threw me to the wolves with this one despite the many MANY times in our working relationship that I had gone out on limb for him and the times he had done the same for me! Thought we were cooler than this! GUESS NOT.

I'm somewhat disappointed with myself for accepting this in the first place knowing what I do of that company's bullshit (tho in my defense as I said, it had never been quite THIS bad) but mostly I'm disappointed with myself for once again thinking I could trust someone lol like DO I NOT KNOW BETTER? AFTER ALL THIS TIME OF PEOPLE FUCKING ME OVER, TREATING ME LIKE A NON-PRIORITY? AFTER SWEARING TO NOT DO THAT TO MYSELF ANYMORE? Unbelievable that I could be so naive!

But I think anger is due at these careless type of people too, idc how useless it is, how little it's going to change anything about them. Like where does one get the gall to treat someone they barely know, who does not report to them in a subservient capacity, as though they're Miranda Priestly and I'm their little underpaid assistant? Where does one get the gumption to think it's okay to violate work hour boundaries that were made explicitly clear before being hired? In all my days working in this industry (and maybe I got lucky a million times) I have never been treated with such disrespect for my own time, especially in a situation where NO ONE has the right to be ordering anyone else around.

I don't deserve that, and honestly neither would an inexperienced 20-year old (which I am very much not). Incredible. Unbelievable that in this day and age where people are not putting up with work place bullshit that there could still be some asshole doing it anyway, violating boundary after boundary without a care in the fucking world.

Yeah well suck on this, lady, now you have to do all the work yourself because I don't need this job in the first place as I have several others that actually pay well and don't treat me like crap. Eat shit uwu

[theofficefantasyfootball]

WEEK 4 - Wrap Up

WTF

Not sure how many of your felt like Barney this weekend...when the app was working, it seemed like every time I checked my players or my opponents...this was my reaction. I know I usually try and encourage you in the wrap up, but man this week was tough and I do realize that for 6 of you it was absolutely wonderful. Week 4 is over...and that is fine with me!

WHAM BAM THANK YOU LAMB vs TuPADRE

Ok. Let's just do this. Derrick Henry started his game with an 87 TD run and that sums up Gully's week. 1 yard shy of the 200 yard bonus - he had 38 from Henry, 27 from Stroud, 26 from Collins...the only thing bad that happened for Andy was Rice going down in the first quarter of the Chiefs game never to return. I am thinking about a name change back to ISUCK but I am going to see how I do against Bebo next week first. Congrats to Andy Gullahorn on a monster week. As usual the guy I play get's the high point ($20).

FUNK GUY vs LONG LEFT BALLERS

Dana going into MNF knowing he already has a win (see above)! He did it...he escaped losing to a guy that hasn't won. He moves to 2-2 while Bebo moves to 0-4. How did he do it? Well, Younghoe Koo had a bit to do with it...putting up 20 with a kicker is always a good sign. Throw in almost 30 from Lamar and TDs for Kirk and Chase and you can pretty much write your ticket to the winners column. With Pollard and Achane still to play if these two don't fumble 3 times and then go out of the game...it's a win for The Funk Guy. Congrats Dana. Bebo...see you next week.

BOOMER SOONER vs MR AWESOME

Take that Gabe. Survivor Winner & last week high point winner...you go down at the hand of Stu Jones (Boomer Sooner). Stu, who really needed the win and was convinced last week he would never win again...can thank the 49ers Defense (26 points) and Addison (20 points) for his great week. Here's the deal Gabe...I am still a bit bitter than I picked Buccaneers last week against the Broncos and they lost to kick me out of Survivor...and then this week the Buccaneers just blow away the Eagles. Nothing makes sense to me so I have to take my frustration out on you! Hope you have spent that $150 on something nice.

LANAKILA vs TRADE WITH ME

AH...to be Cliff. 3-1 now. Has more points on his bench than I could put up in a single game, worry free and on his way to securing a playoff spot. Meanwhile, Brett, who would say if we only had a 1/2 point ppr league he would be a champion - finds out that CMC will probably be out most of the season and between his crazy antics in Europe and his good week/bad week episodes...he is now sitting at 2-2 and so many questions must be going through his mind...like will Ford really be his #2 running back? What happens when Chubb comes back? Will he be forced to make a trade with the Commish? Well, so much to find out - stay tuned! Congrats Cliff. Must be nice to be in such a powerful position.

RIDLEY ME THIS vs TREE HUGGERS

Well, so we have come to the "what's going to happen" part of the wrap up. We have Tree Huggers at 42.68 going into the MNF games with Gibbs and Metcalf still to play...and then we have Ridley Me This (AKA KYLE, CUPCAKE, HATERS GONNA HATE and more)...With Walker, Ridley, and Detroit Kicker Jake Bates still to play. Things as a seasoned commissioner, that I do know going into MNF...neither of these guys will get high point of the week and Kyle is forecast to win but those things mean nothing....

Thanks to Walker - Kyle does in fact take the win. Scott - rough night. First, the Seahawks and now you!

HOWARD vs MOOSES ON THE LOOSES

And the final match up of the night is Moose vs Howard. Moose is 3-0, Howard is 2-1. Moose still has LaPorta to play and is up 9 points. Howard has Tyreek still to play...normally I would say this is a no brainer...Howard and Tyreek are gonna put up 25 points tonight and end this thing...but the Dolphins are the Dolphins and it's a new year. More to come as the night progresses...but this one could be close.

And...it was not close. Tyreek put up an astonishing 4 points to send Rob to 2-2. Congrats Mitch...nice win against the current Champion.

CHEERLEADER OF THE WEEK

Other than needing flip flops on that boat ramp to avoid infections - she seems pretty perfect. See you in week 5.

[ng25fj]

— September got off to an amazing start. A 0-1 win away at Chelsea. It was backs against the wall stuff with Worrall and McKenna having really good games. These two get a fair bit of criticism from the fans and I can see why. When they play together in central defense there is always a mistake waiting to happen. I don't believe they are Forest's strongest defensive pairing but I'm not one to lay into them when it goes wrong. Full credit to them on this day. Awoniyi and Elanga combined to get the goal. Awoniyi is off to an incredible start. Having a hand in every goal Forest have scored this season so far. Great to see Elanga doing so well too. He took the goal really well from a great pass but he also embarrassed a few Chelsea players too with his skill. It's a shame the international break had to come after this game. As I think without the break the confidence would have rolled into the next home game and seen a better performance from Forest against Burnley. Burnley are not a bad side. They played well and went 1-0 up but new signing Hudson-Odoi, who had been threatening all night, came through with and absolute class goal, bending it in off the post from 20 yards out. You have to be a bit disappointed with the result though along with the debuts of Montiel and Sangare. Montiel had an incredibly hard time against Koleosho and was eventually taken off. Montiel left too many gaps going forward and was exposed against Koleosho pace and skill. Sangare was just a bit off the pace. It's going to happen. Danilo was the same last season and it takes a bit of time to adjust. On to Man City away. Arsenal, Man Utd, Chelsea and Man City in the first 4 away games. So tough but Forest had acquitted themselves well so far... By 15mins into this game all the Forest fans were fearing the worst. 2-0 down and Man City just cruising. A repeat of last season was on the cards. Cooper had made significant changes. 5 man defense Of Aina, Boly, Niakhate, Aurier and Tavares and a debut for Dominguez in a very defensive midfield with Sangare and Mangala. Gibbs-White and Awoniyi our only attacking players. You can understand this selection. Man City are so good. I believe they're the best team in the world right now and even if you don't they have to be in your top 3. There just Isn't a weak link the side. Forest dug in though and kept it to 2-0 until half time. A minute after the restart Rodri was sent off for violent conduct. It seemed harsh to be fair but the directives are clear and a hand to the throat is violent conduct so the ref had no choice. I wasn't complaining. The game swung in Forests favor and Cooper started throwing on more attacking players sensing the change. Hudson-Odoi and Elanga came on and chances were being created but with poor end product. It was good to see Forest push to the end again and but for a really good save Elanga could have had another goal. I'm not a defeatist but I did not expect a Forest win or even a draw. I hoped they would keep the score respectable and show some fight. And thats how it turned out. 2-0 at the final whistle. —— On a separate note there were 3 more outgoings in September. Giulian Biancone > Olympiacos — Undisclosed Jonjo Shelvey > Rizespor — Loan Emmanuel Dennis > Istanbul Başakşehir Jonjo Shelvey will not be missed but it's shame Biancone never got a real chance at Forest due to his injury. I'm hoping Dennis has a decent season. He's not a Cooper player so it would be good to get a decent transfer fee for him come the end of the season. Thats 28 players that were at the club last season that aren't at it now. If I'm being honest, only Brennan will be missed but with Hudson-Odoi and Elanga doing so well it's hard to even miss him right now. The quality of this squad compared to last season is a big leap forward in my opinion. Cooper should get the time to get them up to speed and the results will come.

[batteredwarriorstillstanding]

"Get in, loser...we are going back to 2004."

Well, that's cute. I can't be sure it references any situation to which I am connected, but due to the content and pages that had reblogged it, I can take a flight, since (truly now....this IS my last day with this phone and this blog will be dormant from here onward) Also, even if my happening upon the above post is the result of strange coincidence (absolutely possible) and does not in any way point to my activities (drug fueled and at times, yes, rather pathetic? Yes. Pointless and entirely misguided with no prayer of resulting in anything positive or helpful? No...that would be YOUR blog where 80 pictures of pickup trucks, some complete with bikini clad "babes" in the back were reblogged. There are times in everyone's life when they are prone to do stupid shit--I mean, EVEN MORE PRONE THAN OTHERS....this was that time to the max for me...a combination of psychological turmoil resulting from what, initially, was a beautiful experience (yes, everything I said about this was true. Call me a liar to my face, at least) had worm down my logical defenses...I guess the portions of my mind responsible for preventing hyper embarassing conduct that was certain to cause widespread ridicule...after 20+ years...it was time for either a resolution or a reunion. I certainly was not confident in the latter. I also had been hospitalized for a month and sustained injuries certain to cause inconvenience for a long time, so I has fewer methods of generating distractions than ever before....further complications arose a year or so after the initial accident....I am not gonna rehash everything that happened, nor am I here to criticize. I was owed nothing (and, one could argue, actually received less than that.lol...but, whatever) FIRST OF ALL, in a way, your "return to 2004 reference was fitting. If I had the type of connection with you that I suspected, whether it was 2004 2016 or 2023 would not matter..

Starting a conversation would reveal it. For several reasons, some you obviously figured out, back then, I was so severely crippled with anxiety... around you, in particular, that it hindered things a bit...but, I still felt something during our interactions and thought you might have as well.

Also, it's funny how people still sometimes gawk about how "great" I was doing back then, just because they knew I had money. I was not doing "great" at that time. I was fucking miserable....it was a time when I learned an awful lot about people, though....and life. I learned that the difference between the masses perceiving you as a "loser" or someone who should write an autobiography is no more than 100k liquid, decent residence, vehicle, and a confident tone with frequent use of false modesty....in other words, not much. The difference between being the true of person I was at that time, or half way in between then and now, for that matter, and the present version is untold toil, pain, realization of what is and is not valuable, what is and is not important.....cuz. by and large, the answers to those questions do not really vary from person to person....it is a universal law, mostly. People's AMSWERS to the questions of importance and value vary based on their relative maturity and spiritual health....and I am extremely proud of the advancements I made in those areas. I never expected you to immediately volunteer to be my companion, and you fucking know it. When I discovered certain philosophical differences we had and suggested that platonic was our destination, I was not judgemental (at least outwardly...I tried. I suppose certain details complicated my attempt at a mature, prudent response, but I wasn't judging...not in the sense that I thought any less of you...and I mean it when I said I was equally excited about everything if things were never going to turn sexual...despite your formidable sex appeal. I just wanted to know you...that was my hope. If this was not to your liking, I would have settled for a likely pretty entertaining and pleasant, brief session that featured "reminiscing of oddball puppy love behavior" "checking the mail 100x per week, beginning at around 10am, then, if it happened to arrive in the afternoon when you were gone, leaving it there so I could get it the following day," etc. I promised 100 times that I would not press beyond this unless you so desired. So....whatever. no need to again. But, the "loser" label may be more difficult to attach to me soon (I mean, for most....you kinda have some inside info, but...) I am bewildered by the incongruence of some of your posts and behavior and your refusal to accomodate my one request. But , consider this post my official "Okay. I give up," moment....and I expect that we'll never speak again. Unfortunately.

[kayzig]

Rosen of Chroneria: Chapter 6

There's only a little bit on the "visible side" of this session, but I think this is the best possibly way to time it out since I have some background stuff to finish, and it just makes sense to have Rosen recover from their consequence before going on to their next bit. For starters, though....

Rosen is going to make one more appeal to Alistair to be a part of the investigation, a process to capture the assassin and bring him in.

He rolls a +2 Rapport, besting a +1 Will for Alistair's defense! Hilariously due to the dice rolls, both had a +1/-1 that made their result their default modifiers for the skill. I think it's interesting when that kind of thing happens, at least!

Let's oracle in, real quick: Q: Unlikely: Would Alistair actually believe Rosen to be an asset to the investigation? A: 15; yes, eh?

I also know that since I filled in some information about the assassin, the kinds of details that Alistair can offer.

The councilman was one who was responsible for the docks, much like Alistair is responsible for the security of the docks in particular. He was assassinated in his home, and there were no other victims, even though there was family of his in the building, hardly any signs of a struggle, and no witnesses.

It was a very high-up part of an elaborate house, and there was ABSOLUTELY no signs of a break in, according to the oracle. I know how to connect the dots on this story thread in my head, but we'll see if Rosen and Alistair even get those pieces of the puzzle!

And furthermore, the venom that was used in the killing has no other traces of being anywhere in the house, so on top of it being very unlikely that the wife of the councilman did this, there's also evidence to enforce that it wasn't them.

Rosen makes a +4 Notice to immediately draw the line between the portals and suddenly-appearing Sky Legion scouts that got into the estate. Alistair agrees that it seems like more than a coincidence, but has doubts over how successful and stealthy the assassination was, versus the raids on his own home, which were thwarted.

Rosen (quick to smugly point out): Well, clearly, I wasn't there to fight the assassin. Chelise (in somewhat catty fashion): If you knew Councilman Rutherford, you might have let it happen.

I think Alistair would be fondly aghast that his wife said this, but it was a fun way to drop a reminder of the fact that Councilman Rutherford, who has been unnamed up to this point, was not a well-liked man. The assassin could be anyone, and been HIRED by anyone.

Alistair will close out the conversation by adding that while it is a difficult trail to pin down, and it won't be easy, we'll be glad to have Rosen assisting, somehow; he doesn't currently know how he'd allow for this, after everything that transpired with Judge Regent Gregor.

Rosen states that he's simply happy to have Alistair's approval to join in the hunt, as Chelise and Alistair ready to retire to bed. The catch here - Rosen rolls a 0 Deception versus a +5 Empathy from Alistair. Alistair will see through the lie and send Chelise (who did as well with a +3) ahead as he steps aside with Rosen.

Alistair will remind Rosen that it is not a hunt, but an investigation, and he would be bringing Rosen in to ASSIST, not to start a reckless "hunt".

Alistair values his place as Judge Regent, and would not want to break or bend any rules.

Q: 50/50: Would Chelise? A: 86; no

Rosen will ask Alistair a VERY FAIR QUESTION, as to whether or not any other Judge Regents or Councilmen have had attackers materialize into their living room to beg his point of "please ask me to hunt this assassin down like a crazed dog," and makes a +6 Rapport roll! He rolled the Fate equivalent of a Natural 20 to get that, and I definitely think that the related dialogue probably makes a few other points about Chelise and the city's safety, to boot. Alistair's responding Will roll is only -2, so it's a hell of a succeed with style.

Rosen's goal was to leave the estate and investigate what the Good Ship Justice crew was up to; they were scoping out Alistair's home for SOMETHING, and have definite criminal ties. They're his closest contact to someone who may know something, even if they were a bit shady in their last conversation.

Alistair tells Rosen that if he can delay his hunt by one more day, he will take the time tomorrow to make sure Rosen is properly outfitted to wander Port Lamour - a proper writ that acknowledges him as employed by someone in the city to offer him identification, and some kind of clothing that can maybe be fitted, and not have him stand out, so much.

There's a bit more back-burner divination, etc, work to do for the opposite side where the Good Ship Justice crew, their boss and the Assassin are at. I'll update that in perspective when I come back to a place to reveal it in Rosen's narration!

[wenightmareyou]

3, 11, 15 & 28!

ty!! ☀️🌷🌷

3. do you like pasta?

yes, i would die for pasta 🥺

11. bass or drums?

drums

15. what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

lol okay i ended up going on a tangent im so sorry:

tbh probably the time i accidentally hitch hiked to a beach that was in a place w no cell service?? okay so i took a lyft that was supposed to drop me off like 10 mins from my school, then i was gonna get lunch and take public transportation to the beach for the afternoon. like 5 mins into this 10 minute lyft ride from my campus the lyft driver offers to just drive me the rest of the way to the beach, and turns off the lyft app (as in, hits the button to make it look like i’d ended the ride early and he’d dropped me off 👀). and bc i was stupid i was like yeah okay :) and we?? drove for like an hour to the beach together??? then we just hung out when we got there?? like in hindsight i know it was v stupid but tbh at that point everything felt normal and fine?? meanwhile im getting like a million texts from friends asking me to share my location and call them (bc i’d told them what was happening) but i didn’t see any of this bc i didnt have cell service at the beach (which ended up being way farther than the beach i was planning on going to originally). anyway on the way back the guy starts talking about 9/11 conspiracy theories??? and *thats* when i started getting nervous and asked if he could drop me off. when i left he thanked me for a good first date….. and i fucking booked it for like a mile all the way back to the bus stop 🙃

28 an unusual song that’s your favorite?

this one’s also not my actual favorite but i love the vibes of cop car by mitski sm 

[sunnibearr]

first kiss pt.2

→ stray kids are your best friends, you guys are so close infact that they were your first kiss. fluff

→ maknae line x gn!reader

→ warnings: not proofread.

→ word count: 1,407

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han 한

you and jisung have been friends for years - best friends even. so when you were out at a party and he looked up at you, lips puckered, your actions came naturally. you were reapplying your lip gloss while jisung was sat down, looking at you in such a normal way that you didn't even think before you leaned down. Your sticky lips made contact with his -for no longer than a few seconds, you're sure- before pulling away and allowing him to spread the gloss all over his lips. physical affection was common for you two -almost essential- which is why neither of you seemed bothered when your other friends gave you odd looks. it only dawned on you later that night -or the next morning, you we're sure- that it wasn't something familiar between you snd your friend. you called him when you came to the realisation that han jisung had been your first kiss. "you were my first kiss!" you said quickly, laughter flooding through his speakers as he fumbled with his words. "what?" he sounded surprised, and to his defense, people usually had already had their first kiss by the time they turned 20; it just so happened that you hadn't. you just never really got the opportunity to. however jisung's apologies weren't something you were expecting if you were going to be completely honest. "oh my god y/n, i'm so sorry, i didn't know!" he was adamant about the fact that you probably wanted your first kiss to be something special - or atleast with someone special. "jisung, calm down. it's fine." you explained, hell maybe it was better this way. done and over with, right? plus the whole fiasco might have lead to a couple more kisses here and there - who knows, maybe that first kiss might just be the same as your last.

felix 필릭스

you'd always shared all of your most important firsts with him - he was your first best friend, he was the reason you got into trouble at school for the first time; albiet accidentally and he was always there when things went wrong. so it was no surprise to you -or him- when you shared your first kiss with him too. felix was the best person to experience these special moments with, no matter how insignificant they seemed, because he made you feel like you could be yourself, and vice versa. it was a sweet moment when it happened, valentine's day was definitely something you both thought was a bit silly buy you still spent it together - it was a good way to get some nice chocolates. you'd always liked felix -both as a friend a more- but never spoke out about it for fear of your feelings not being reciprocated. when he'd grabbed you by the plush of your hips and pulled you towards him, the scenery of a balloon arch behind you, and smiled at you softly you knew that you were a goner. "may i?" he questioned. "consent is sexy" you once said while in a conversation with him; you can't quite remember what you were talking about but felix took it to heart, always asking your consent for the smallest things. your dopey smile sold you out way before you actually nodded, the curve of your lips getting lost in his. felix's fingers dug softly into the skin of your hips as he pulled away, the kiss much more intense -and much more sloppy- than you had imagined as your first. he'd always been affectionate with you, always touching you in some way, though this was too far out of the 'friends' bounds even for him. that's okay though, you'd always thought about who your first kiss would be and felix being your firstjust makes so much sense. so much, in fact, that some would consider it too cliché; some would consider your best friends to lovers story too simple but all that matters is your opinion - and you think it's endearing.

seungmin 승민

it was silly really - the little crush you'd developed on the boy who worked weekends at the bookshop. though even your friends admitted that he was cute and they were always the first to bash your taste in potential suitors. except he wasn't a potential suitor. he was just the boy from the bookshop. you managed to sneak a peek at his nametag a couple of times 'seungmin' scribbled onto it, unlike the neatly printed tags that the full time workers owned. you didn't mind though, it just gave you more reasons to believe he was your age - and you were right. he'd walked up to you one time while you were browsing the shelves, "hi." he'd startled you with his voice, it was different than what you expected. "hi." you answered, your search for the manga you'd wanted to buy forgotten at that moment as he nervously smiled at you, "i've seen here quite a lot and i -uh- think you're cool, do you want to -maybe- go out sometime?" you were more than ecstatic to accept the offer, though you tried to remain calm with a sweet smile as you typed your phone number in for him. he was cute and definitely your age, so what was there to lose? seungmin was a gentleman. he'd messaged you and arranged a nice little date for friday the next week. a café and a walk - perfect chill date for the autumn time. it was great, really. he asked to hold your hand half way through the walk; you almost thought he'd never ask, or make any move at all. nearing the end of your time together he walked you to the bus stop, the frosty air a perfect way to end the day. what made it even better, though? his lips on yours, his hands hesitating to rest upon your waist before you pulled him in further. he probably didn't expect the kiss to last so long, you definitely didn't but it was too good to let go so soon. his flushed cheeks made your heart flutter as he pulled away, a shy smile plastered on his face as he bid you goodbye. you were definitely going to do that again, you had to. he was your first kiss - it'd be silly if you said there was no chemistry between the two of you.

i.n 아이엔

it was horrible. you don't know what you were expecting, to be competitive honest but it definitely wasn't that. you were both young -thirteen maybe- when you met jeongin on a holiday with your family. you'd become friends when your families ended up on the same tour bus, which was much more boring than your parents had made it out to be. he became your partner in crime for the week that you were there, he even ended up living in the same hotel as you! it seemed like fate to become friends with him, no? it definitely seemed like it at the time. especially the night when your parents wanted to go out, jeongin's mum offering to let you sleepover in their hotel room with jeongin. you were both over the moon at this. you were only young so the topic naturally turned to crushes and dates and first kisses while playing a game of truth or dare. you'd never kissed anyone - you haven't really felt the need to. however jeongin was bragging, "i had my first kiss when i was 10," he said. he was obviously lying now that you think back at the memory fondly with disgust sticking to the corners of your brain. he'd offered to be your first, to teach you so that you could kiss your crush when you went back home the following week - you agreed. you had nothing to lose, especially at that age. so you kissed. it was too much teeth and movement. clashing, clanging and awkward neck positions. "are you sure that's right?" you asked when he deemed the kiss done -though it was more like a teeth battle than a kiss- and he nodded happily. you had nothing else to compare it to, so you just believe that's how you were supposed to kiss. though the kiss wasn't good, it's a great story to tell. especially to your friends back home after the holiday, they assured -after seeing your horror- you that kissing was not supposed to involve that much teeth.

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[anexperimentallife]

I'm obviously not happy about becoming increasingly physically disabled, but I can't deny that it has sparked some personal growth. That growth isn't always pleasant or easy. I'm glad I know I'm autistic now, because that knowledge is helping me understand some of my reactions.

I defined myself for so long as the superman (or better yet, Nightwing) who could (and did) take on multiple other soldiers twice my size in a bar fight (then go finish my dance like nothing happened) and bench 260 pounds--which at the time was 100 pounds over my body weight. And that's... kind of a shitty, shaky bedrock to use as a foundation for identity.

(Funny, but when absolutely forced to, I can still slip into "combat mode" and tear up much younger, able-bodied attackers--but last time I was forced to defend myself it took me two months to recover from the strain it put my body through lol. But I digress. Apparently I still need the comfort of reminding myself that I can still respond to a physical emergency.)

In my defense, a lot of that came about as overcompensation for being so sickly as a child, getting picked on a lot, and being expected to die young. I just decided I was going to become a perfect physical specimen in defiance of that--and those who knew me in my 20s and part of my 30s would tell you I largely succeeded for a while.

But again, not the most stable foundation for a sense of identity.

I am not a patient or humble person by nature, but being forced to rely on others more, and dealing with more pain and health scares is changing things up a bit. I can let it make me bitter, or I can let it make me softer and more flexible. I think I'll choose softer.

I guess this started a while ago. One of the people I admire most noticed a change for the better in me when she visited Lawrence a few years back, and when she asked what had changed, the only answer I could give her was pain, and the lessons I chose to let it teach me.

I've also always been an angry person--partly because I have that keen autistic drive for order and fairness waging internal war with my ADHD, amd external war with a world that often makes zero sense to me. Often I troed to control the world around me because I couosnt control the world inside me.

I mean, there are other factors, but I'm trying to take the first baby steps toward learning "the serenity to accept what I can't change."

That doesn't mean the anger will go away; anger is a valid and useful emotion. But I need to learn how to direct it better, and to determine when it's valid.

Finding out I'm autistic, even so late in life, has been a great asset, because it's letting me recontextualize a lot of things. The more you know about how something works, the easier it is to hack it.

For one thing, it took me a long time to understand that many of the behaviors that I mimicked in order to mask (or fit in with allistics) and pass as "normal" were toxic and harmful to those around me. I was surrounded by a lot of far right bigots for the first several decades of my life, and mimicked a lot if things that made no sense to me, but that I was led to believe were essential to "being a man."

I've read that many late-diagnosed autistics have masked so hard for so long that they're not sure who they are anymore. And yeah; that's me.

I don't know who I am anymore, but I'm finding out. More to the point, I'm making conscious choices about who to be. I know I'm not superman (or Nightwing) and I am slowly learning to be okay with that. I'm a dad again, and I think a pretty good one this time. I wasn't a good one before.

And I'm mostly kind, even if I still react with impatience more than I'd like.

It may not seem like much, but it's a start.

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

Hi! Congrats on your new blog yey🎉 I follow @galaxyexoticsofficial on Instagram, as an absolute non-expert I found their videos cute and funny but maybe you could check them out and tell us what you think?🐍 (Here's one of their edits as an example https://www.instagram.com/reel/CXhCli8gTlQ/?utm_medium=copy_link )

Rating: MIXED, but mostly CUTE (with some serious notes)

Hello hello - I checked them out for you and I had a pretty good time! I only have a few real concerns based on what I saw. Like with any other channel/account that I wasn't familiar with beforehand, my opinion will be based on a run-through of their most recent examples and what you guys send me.

The good: lots of stuff! Super healthy little hognoses, and the enclosures look acceptable from what I can see, although I'd add more substrate (you want at least 3-4 inches for burrowing purposes). Cute, creative videos. It's clear there's a lot of love for these snakes and I love what this account seems to be doing for presenting snakes in a cute light.

The bad: I noticed one hognose playing dead in one clip. This shouldn't be happening in anything other than a baby. It's funny at first glance, but this is the snake's last-ditch defense mechanism; it's only doing it because it is so scared it's accepting that it's going to die. I don't agree with presenting that as something cute.

Another concern is that there are several videos of hognoses adjusting their jaws after eating - I expect these clips are included because they look like the snake "talking." My worry here is that it looks like the snake is being moved to feed, which is one of the biggest snake-keeping no-nos. The only reason this didn't significantly bump down the rating is because I don't have enough context and hognoses are weird, man. Some of them legitimately will ONLY eat out of their enclosure. I used to have one that would only eat when I took him out and put him with his food inside a plastic deli cup and left him on the counter for 20 minutes. My current hognose will only eat if it's after noon and I have to put it down for him real quick because if he sees the tongs he throws a hissy fit. Hognoses are weird.

Finally, there are more clips than I'm comfortable with of hognose snakes biting hands. Hognoses don't bite in self-defense, so these are definitely feeding bites. The handler should be using hand sanitizer before handling the snakes to minimize the chance of a feeding bite occurring, and the fact hognoses are so very reluctant to bite makes me worry they're not taking common-sense precautions like washing their hands before handling so they don't smell like snake food.

The reason this deeply concerns me is because hognose snakes are venomous. It's not medically significant to humans, but I've been bitten before and I did NOT enjoy the experience. It was on the side of my hand, and my whole hand swelled up to the wrist, hurt to high hell, and I got blisters all over the back of my hand. It's as variable as a wasp sting: some people feel nothing, some people have mild swelling, some people have it worse than me. Most snake bites are harmless, this is NOT one of them and it's not one to present as harmless, quirky, or cute. Repeated bites can make a reaction more severe, and I worry about uninformed hognose owners not taking the appropriate precautions because of these videos presenting the bites as no big deal and having a bad reaction.

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Captain Jealous - William Lennox

Pairing: William Lennox x reader

Requested: By @neemonroe​

Prompts: #20, #41, #42 from the smut-list. 

Warnings/notes: Takes place before Transformers. Not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes. Might be a little bit OOC but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog and comment, it would make my day <3 

Wordcount: 3806

Summary: Flirting with Will only seems to result in annoyance, but when you finally turn your attention elsewhere, he’s not very pleased. 

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To most, you were one of the strongest and most admirable women they’d ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, but to others… well, let’s just say that you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

You were absolutely relentless when you put your mind to something and one of the many people who had fallen victim to that stubbornness was William Lennox.

Having enrolled in the army around the same time and being equally as good at what you did both back in training and in the field, the two of you had always respected each other and rather than being competitive, tried your best to lift each other up.

If one of you took control of a situation and started shouting out orders, the other didn’t question it, not even when Will eventually passed you in ranks. Because your minds worked in the exact same ways and so it didn’t really matter who gave the orders since the orders would be the same in the end, anyway, no matter whose lips they passed.

But you did differ in the way that Will much preferred to keep his personal life separated from his professional life, while you had a habit of letting them merge together, which inevitably resulted in you bringing the obvious attraction you felt for him with you out on the field.

Will was one of the people who thought you had taken your mother’s advice a bit too literally. That was what he told you on a daily basis as a response to your endless flirting, at least. But you knew better; you knew that he, at least to some extent, reciprocated your attractions, thanks to the few moments you had shared back in training.

“It was all fun and games back then”. He liked to say in that stern, military voice he had picked up the second he was promoted to Captain. “But this is the real deal. This is serious, and this, this thing you’re doing, is unprofessional.”

Ever the workaholic soldier, he was, at this point basically having dedicated his entire life to the job with no time to spare for fun. But no matter how hard he tried denying it, you knew that the two of you shared something, and so did every other member of your squad.

The only ones who seemed completely clueless to this were the newbies and as you gradually lost hope that your stubborn captain would ever admit and give in to his feelings, you found it to be a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with people who weren’t constantly making suggestive remarks and fueling the attraction from your side.

One, in particular, caught your eye; tall, dark and handsome. He had yet to gain more muscle than the bare minimum and was, admittedly, kind of lanky. He was one year younger than you which was way too young seeing as you’d otherwise not even go for guys the same age as you, but he had banter and shared your flirty, dirty, cheeky sense of humor which, most definitely, made up for what he lacked in life-experience.

Will had smugly watched all of the newbies try to make a move on you only to be shot down quicker than your enemies, but then the last of the soldiers had swept up by your side, put a long, lean arm over your shoulders, and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line he had ever heard. 

“How you doing, mama? You must be a parking ticket, ‘cuz you got fiiine written all over you.”

While Epps, Fig and the rest of the team broke out into laughter at the man’s poor technique, Will’s face transformed from smug to stone-cold murderer. 

Why? Because he knew that you didn’t want a man to tell you the stars reflected in your eyes or that you took their breath away with your beauty.

What you wanted was someone who could make you laugh, and when you threw your head back and joined in on the seemingly endless laughing fit, he was overtaken by a feeling so strong that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

And you noticed the change of demeanor immediately. The long, hard stares were only the tip of the iceberg, as was the way he would move closer to you and find a way to touch you as much as he possibly could without making it inappropriate or suspicious. 

The most extreme part of his change in behavior was how hard and strict he suddenly became with the rookie, who had quickly earned himself the reputation of your very own lapdog. 

He got scolded even for the most insignificant of mistakes, always got put on parade as the “example” in exercises in which he was usually thrown to the ground by Will himself and totally and completely humiliated.

Of course, those moments were just poor thinking on Will’s part seeing as you, besides being incredibly flirty and witty, also happened to be one of the most caring members of the team. 

Not only did he have to watch you laugh until your stomach hurt at the rookie’s bad jokes, but he also had to watch you comfort and reassure him after his one-on-one’s with the Captain.

And still, Will couldn’t stop himself from making the same mistake again and again, the consequences every time being that he was stuck watching you fuss over the younger soldier, because no matter how much it vexed him, he knew that you knew why he was acting the way he was. 

It was all a game to you and he played along because he wanted to keep showing you that he was the better option. Unluckily for the rookie, though, Will’s method of showing dominance was through physical contact.

You knew what Will was doing, how he was trying to punish the rookie, mildly and legally, of course, while simultaneously trying to show you that he was displeased with what was going on; that he wanted it to stop.

To a start, you only showed interest in the rookie to fuck with Will, but you quickly realized that he was actually a fun guy to hang around.

You enjoyed spending time with him. Not a second with him went without laughter and it was nice to be able to have fun like that for a change, and soon enough, you’d more or less forgotten about the silent war between the two of you.

You probably knew that it wasn’t a real interest, judging by the way you didn’t even care enough to remember his name, but it was fun to have another banter-buddy.

You’d had an identical friendship with Epps since the start, but two people could only keep the creativity up for so long; after a while, you just couldn’t come up with witty remarks and sarcastic jokes, anymore.

Up until then, Will had still kept his disapproval about the whole thing lowkey, because as long as you were only doing what you were doing to make him jealous, you were still interested. 

But when you started making moves on the rookie with genuine interest, without looking over at Will while doing it, it was no longer a game. 

While already on the topic of games, you were completely useless when it came to cards. It didn’t matter what game you played; you’d always end up as the loser. And although you enjoyed the banter that followed the teasing of your poor card-playing abilities, your patience wasn’t endless.

“Alright, I’m calling it.” You chuckled after losing the fifth game of the evening, dropping your thick deck of cards onto the table in front of you.

“Really? But it was going so good for you.” Epps wasted no time in firing back with feign-surprise, to which all you did was deliver a sharp slap to his head.

The table broke out into laughter. “You had that coming.” Fig shook his head, successfully starting a metaphorical war. 

You chuckled at their antics and pushed back your chair, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, and wasted no time in starting to collect your things.

The rookie’s attention was instantly piqued, and so was Will’s, who had been playing in silence nearly the entire time you’d been there.

“You know, I need to shower, too.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. “So, I should probably join you. You know, save water. Provide some extra heat.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a playful eyebrow and chuckled. “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Glad to know I have options, though. Maybe next time.”

Without waiting for his reply, you snatched your jacket from a nearby stool and playfully flicked his forehead, before turning around and walking away, completely oblivious of the pairs of eyes that kept watching you from the table you had just left.

You went about your shower routine like you always did; get undressed, wash hair, wash body, turn off the water in-between washes, get dried and get dressed again. Sharing the water with so many people could be hard, so you couldn’t really take the long, thoughtful showers you did when at home.

You were out again as quickly as you had gotten in and took your time getting lotioned and dressed, getting as much self-care into your night as you possibly could when at a military base.

“What are you doing with the new kid?”

You should’ve been significantly more aware of your surroundings as a soldier but in your defense, everyone dropped their guard to some extent when in a safe environment, so the scream that came out of your mouth at the sudden sound of a voice was completely justified.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore as you jumped around, hastily reaching for your damp towel to cover your bare chest.

Coming face to face with a furious-looking Will, you glared. “Knock much?”

He didn’t look amused in the slightest, crossing his arms over his chest. “Knock, knock. Answer my question.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the dominance behind his voice and your eyes instinctively flickered to his biceps, veins and muscle more defined than ever in the way he had positioned his arms.

You were, however, proud to say that you were quick to come back to your senses, your eyes snapping back to meet his.

“Do you, maybe, oh, I don’t know, want to turn around?” You asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

If you wanted him to turn around to gain privacy for yourself or simply because you couldn’t stop glancing at his bulging biceps, you didn’t know, but no matter the reason behind your wish, he didn’t move an inch.

“Answer the question.” Was all that he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“Do you like him?” His questions kept shooting out as quickly as bullets and, again, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“He’s fun to be around.” You said simply, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before turning around and dropping the towel to continue getting dressed.

Will didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was checking you out, eyes shamelessly traveling your form and taking his sweet time to remember all the details his eyes could reach. 

It wasn’t like this was the first time one of you saw the other only partly clothed – you know, it was kind of inevitable for all of you to catch a glimpse of each other’s birthday suits once every blue moon - so once the shock of his sudden appearance had melted off, the nervousness followed.

“But do you like-like him?”

At the sound of that question in particular, you couldn’t help but snort.

“What is this? Third grade?” You threw him an amused look over your shoulder. “Say that I do like-like him, do you think I should ask Epps if he can give him a note asking him to check yes or no on whether or not he’d like to be my boyfriend?” You gave him a sarcastic pout.

At this point, Will was completely fed up with your inability to take anything seriously and spun you around by your arm. 

Luckily, you had just finished hooking your bra behind your back, said bra thankfully covering your chest from his view.

“Can you not make a joke about everything?” He asked, your wrist firmly held in his hand. “You have to realize how bad this looks to our superiors. First me, and now him. You can’t go around flirting with everyone. It makes you look unprofessional and uncommitted and that, in turn, makes it look like I can’t do my job.”  

“Is that really what’s got your big-soldier-boy panties in a twist, though?” You narrowed your eyes challengingly, and slowly fought your wrist out of his grip to, instead, grab a hold of his hand.

Further proving your point, he did nothing to protest, the glare remaining in his eyes, but the rest of his face being overtaken by exasperation.

“I just don’t get it.” He said. “You spend all this time pushing my buttons, being completely insufferable with your never-ending flirting, and now you’re suddenly interested in someone else?”

“I think the real question here is why you’re suddenly interested when I’ve spent so much time trying to get your attention to no avail and now, what? You suddenly want me because I might be interested in someone else?” You raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t deny the flash of heat going through your body when he lowly growled.

“I’ve never not wanted you.” He objected. “And you’re not interested in the rookie.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“So what you’re saying is, basically, that you can’t be with me, but I also can’t be interested in anyone else.”

“We both know that relationships in this work are highly frowned upon and-“

“Highly frowned upon, but not forbidden. You’ve still had the option to choose, and you actively chose not to act on it. Just making that clear.”

“I haven’t acted on it because it’s wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong…” You started, a sharp shiver going down your spine as your bare back hit the cold, wet tiles. “Then why did you just corner me in the shower?”

During that short minute of back-and-forth arguing, he had done just that, the two of you now standing chest against chest in the darkest corner of the room.

Your face was pulled into a determined glare, as was his, and the tension and intensity behind your shared stare was enough to have all of the previously discussed issues forgotten in less than a microsecond.  

The proximity between you in combination with the fact that you were at an obvious disadvantage in height and size made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. You felt like prey under his stare. You found yourself liking it all the while you were hating the feeling of being so powerless, and your inner conflict only added to the tension.

“You have no idea how much willpower it’s taken me to keep resisting you, to keep turning you down.” He spoke slowly, and lowly. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper and you put all of those thoughts into my head every day, pulling my strings, pushing my buttons, just walking around being… you.”

In one smooth motion, he intertwined his fingers with yours, and your eyes automatically flickered down to watch your now joined-together digits; rough and calloused meeting even rougher and more calloused.

“I like you. I care about you. More than I should.” He continued, prompting you to look back up with an eyebrow raised.

“And?” 

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, exasperated and impatient. “Do you want me to say that I want to be with you? Because I do. I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You snickered at his over-dramatic emphasizing, finding it nothing short of amusing that he’d been protesting and telling you how wrong it was only seconds before, and now he was more or less proclaiming his love for you. That, more than anything, just showed how stubborn he was.

“Took you long enough.” You mused, leaning your head back into the wall and smirking, all while looking him straight in the eye. “It’s just too bad that I’ve grown so fond of the rookie. You know, he’s quite-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Will’s lips crashing into yours, roughly and urgently. In the process, you were pushed even further into the wall behind you, and as the sudden force threw you off balance, you instinctively reacted by moving your arms up to his neck to hold yourself in place.

In return, his hands moved to each side of your waist, big, warm hands squeezing down on the flesh that had long ago turned cold from being bare in the nippy air for so long.

You had always imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him like this, but not even your wildest imagination could compare to the intensity of the tingles that spread through your stomach and chest.

Your hands slowly sneaked up the back of his neck, your body reacting automatically, but just as you were about to tousle your fingers in his hair, the moment ended when he pulled away.

Both of you were left panting in silence, the only sounds available for your ears to hear being your ragged breaths and the rhythmic dripping of the shower beside you.

“Wow, Captain.” You were the first one to speak. “I knew you were hot for me, but try to keep it in your pants. That was hardly professional.”

Just like that, your sarcastic persona returned as if it had never left in the first place, your eyes opening after having been closed up until then and meeting his with a playful grin.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m pretty sure you threw professional straight out the window the first time we met.” He pointed out and much to your dismay, stepped back. “Are you going to stop encouraging the rookie, now?”

Getting straight to the point, okay.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged casually, bringing your hand up to your face to inspect your nails and peeking up at him through your lashes with a devilish smirk. “Jealousy looks kinda good on you.”

“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed quickly, and you immediately raised an eyebrow as a way to say ‘really?’

“I’m not jealous.” He repeated, this time in a lower, calmer tone. “It’s just, you’re mine.”

Those two words alone were enough to make you inwardly groan, like one would when eating that first scoop of ice cream after not having been able to eat any in a week. Or a day.

But in a brave attempt to not make a fool of yourself, you remained in your teasing element, raising your eyebrows and hitting him back with a feign-uncaring: “Is that so?”

To that, he stepped closer to you once again, brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, and playfully glared.

“Stop flirting with the rookie.” He repeated.

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“I’m asking politely.” He lied.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, pretending to think only for a moment, before flashing him a shit-eating grin. “No. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.”

Still leaning against the wall, you carefully pushed yourself up, pushed your chest against his and watched in success as his eyes flickered down.

Taking your sweet time, you brought your hands up to his chest with agonizingly slow movements and leaned your head up to his.

His breath shook as you brushed your lips over his and whispered against them lowly. 

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Will pushed his head forward with obvious intentions, but before he could press his lips against yours, you slid out of the tight corner, resulting in him having to catch himself on the wall left behind.

With a proud smile, you walked over to the bench by which you had previously been working on getting dressed and snatched your shirt where it laid.

“You’ll drive me crazy before all this is over, you know that?” Will spoke from behind you, which only made your smile widen.

Quickly pulling on your shirt and collecting the rest of your things, you turned around and walked back up to him where he still stood in the shower.

“That’s always been the plan.” You replied simply, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before once again turning around and walking away, this time leaving him completely alone in the room.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself and regain his composure, and by the time he walked back out, you were nowhere in sight. 

With only you on his mind, he headed back to the table where the rest of the team were still playing cards, and sat down in the chair he had occupied before leaving.

“So, now that it’s just us here, I could use some advice on-“ The rookie wasted no time, but didn’t get to finish.

“You couldn’t handle her even if she came with instructions, kid.” Will interrupted without even looking at him, reading his mind without struggle since the person of his interest was one they had in common.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”. 

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To some, this was an admirable quality while, to others, you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

When it came to Will? Well, he just had nothing bad to say about you. You might’ve gotten on his nerves ninety-nine percent of the time, and been completely and utterly insufferable, but God did he love it.

Taglist: let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Will Lennox fics!

[spidercakes]

A/B/O somnophilia AU in which alpha!Tony absolutely rails omega!Peter.

Warnings: age difference (Peter is in his early 20′s and Tony is in his late 30′3/ early 40′s- imagine whatever you like lol), dub con (somnophilia), rough sex, A/B/O, Very Strong Dom/sub vibes, fem!Peter.

*

Tony wakes up with Peter curled up in front of him, his back against Tony’s chest. In his sleep he’d leaned in, face buried in the crook of Peter’s neck where it connects with his shoulder and he kisses it lightly as he stretches out some, careful not to disturb Peter. The dorm room bed is awful, but its exam week and Peter is sort of tethered to campus at the moment, and Tony’s not an ass, its not like he’ll die in this bed. He’ll just feel like he wants to in the morning.

Peter makes a soft noise in his sleep, wiggling his ass directly into Tony’s dick. He chokes on his gasp, hand grabbing Peter’s hip as he presses his forehead to Peter’s bare shoulder, exposed by his shirt slipping down. It wouldn’t be so bad, he thinks, if not for the fact that Peter had admitted, rather shyly, that he’s always been curious about sleep sex and Tony never would have guessed that Peter would share that particular kink. To be fair Peter seemed surprised that he was so into it, but somnophilia happens to be at the top of the list of things he’s into.

Its more of a bad habit he’s developed, sliding his hand up Peter’s thigh and under the too big sleep shirt he’s wearing, but this is the first time he’s found what he was looking for. He moans softly into Peter’s shoulder, considering the possibility that this is some kind of fluke, but they’ve discussed it before. Several times. But then its Peter’s normal habit to sleep without underwear anyway, the fact that he’s slept with them on is weird and- he’s overthinking it. Peter isn’t stupid, and he might be stressed but he’s never really been forgetful- he highly doubts Peter just forgot the time he’d mentioned the easiest consent mechanism for somnophilia. Underwear, no. No underwear, yes.

“Fuck,” he whispers, kissing Peter’s shoulder, continuing his path until his teeth are grazing his neck. Peter makes another small, soft noise in his sleep and Tony can feel his cock twitch, getting hard fast now that he knows what Peter is offering. “Bet you’re already wet for me,” Tony murmurs, reaching down and feeling himself through his flannel pajama pants for a moment before he reaches out and slides Peter’s shirt up over his hips. His ass is gorgeous, and when Tony shifts Peter’s leg to the side to give him better access to his hole Peter cooperates, moving a little and resettling himself with one leg hitched up, hips and ass still pointed in Tony’s direction.

So fucking perfect, just like always. He slides his hand over Peter’s ass, gripping one cheek and spreading him open, cock twitching again when he finds exactly what he thought it would. He lets go of Peter’s ass, leaning in and scenting him as he grabs his hip, rutting his mostly hard cock along his ass and moaning when he smells how fucking hot Peter must be for it. Arousal is practically falling off him in waves, even asleep, and Tony can’t hold back anymore. He doesn’t bother taking his pants off, he just pulls the waistband under his cock and balls before leaning back in and rubbing himself against Peter without anything in the way.

Peter, ever so cooperative, tilts his hips back into Tony’s. He laughs softly, “that’s right baby, give me that pretty little hole,” he murmurs, feeling at Peter’s wet hole for a moment before he pulls back to jerk himself off. Peter looks fucking delicious laid out in front of him, horny and wet for Tony and he isn’t even awake. The small, desperate noise he lets out as rubs his cock between Peter’s cheeks, catching the rim of his wet hole really can’t be helped. He feels so fucking good against Tony’s cock, slick already starting to get messy as Tony   uses his cock to play with Peter’s hole.

It sucks his head in greedily, gripping him tightly and Tony lets out a choked moan as he pulls himself back out, rubbing his cock against Peter’s hole for a moment before sliding back in. His moan is louder this time, nose buried in Peter’s neck as he scents him, sliding himself in deeper as he begins to move slowly at first, but his patience doesn’t last very long. He’s wanted Peter to let him do this since the moment they met, and he brought it up over a month ago. Its been fucking torture knowing Peter wants this as much as he does, and he can’t help the way he buries himself inside Peter.

The sound of Peter’s slick makes him harder as he moves, grabbing Peter’s hip as he settles himself between his legs, pinning him down as he fucks into him enthusiastically. It doesn’t take long for Peter to wake up moaning, hand flying back and settling over Tony’s on his hip as he grinds his ass back onto his cock. “That’s it baby, show me how much you like my cock,” Tony tells him roughly, teeth harshly biting at Peter’s neck.

“Fuck,” Peter all but yells, back arching as he grinds himself back onto Tony again, wiggling his ass as he pants loudly. “Oh my god Tony please,” he says desperately, gasping as Tony pulls his hand out from under Peter’s, grabbing his wrist and pinning it above his head.

“Fucking take it,” Tony basically growls, “you make my cock feel so fucking good,” he adds, biting at Peter’s shoulder roughly. 

The sharp yelp Peter lets out as his hips involuntarily tip up to take Tony in further encourages him, grip on Peter’s wrist tight as he takes what he wants. Peter is so good, so fucking good as Tony fucks him hard and rough, bed shaking enough that Tony might wonder about its structural integrity if he were in the right state of mind.

“Please, Tony,” Peter begs, voice high and desperate with arousal, moaning loudly when Tony lets go of his wrist and wraps his hand around the back of Peter’s neck instead, pushing him hard into the mattress as he fucks into Peter deep. Tony watches his cock move in and out of Peter’s hole, slick dripping down his thighs he’s so wet and he knows he has to knot him.

He smacks Peter’s ass hard with his free hand, moaning as potent scent of horny omega drives him closer to the edge. “Gunna knot that pretty little ass of yours, make sure you know who owns it,” he tells Peter, fucking into him fast.

“Yes,” Peter breathes out softly, “need it Tony, please,” he adds between all these hot little noises he keeps making.

“Mmm not gunna last much longer, sluttly little hole is so god damn tight on me baby, make me want you so fucking bad,” Tony tells him, leaning in and biting at Peter’s shoulder before resting his head against it as he pumps himself in and out of Peter’s hole, mouth dropped open in pleasure because this might be the best Peter has ever felt.

The way Peter feels when he wiggles underneath him is divine, “oh my god I’m cumming, I’m cumming Tony ah-” Peter’s voice is muffled due to being pressed into his pillow and Tony can fucking hold back knowing Peter came on nothing but his cock.

“Fuck yes, baby, s’what you’re fucking made for,” Tony tells him, knot swelling in Peter’s ass, helped along by Peter grinding back onto it panting like he can’t get enough even after cumming. It takes a few minutes of him rocking gently into Peter for him to calm down enough to let Peter up, scenting at his neck immediately and making a pleased noise when Peter immediately tilts his head to the side for him. 

“Mm, thanks,” Peter murmurs, moaning softly as Tony’s teeth graze his neck.

Tony laughs, nipping at Peter’s neck again just because it feels so damn good when Peter’s muscles clench down on his knot, “my pleasure.” Like it’s a hardship to fuck Peter on the best of days let alone when he’s been handed his favorite kink on a platter. As a reward he sucks lightly at the sensitive skin on Peter’s neck, biting at the spot before sucking at it again, intent on leaving a mark.

The soft noises Peter makes as Tony continues to stuck marks into his skin encourage him, making him moan as he rocks into Peter. The knock on the door, however, does not.

*

He sits with his head in his hand, embarrassed. “I can’t believe i had the campus cops called on me,” Tony says.

Rhodey doesn’t even look up from his newspaper, flipping the page casually even though Tony damn well knows he’s not reading it. He’s just a dramatic bitch. “That’s what you get for cradle robbing,” he says, shrugging.

He sputters, betrayed by Rhodey so he turns to Nat, who grins. “I don’t feel bad for you either but only because its funny,” she says.

“Someone thought I assaulted Peter, that is so not funny,” he tells her. In their defense, when he’d played that back over without knowledge of what was going on he guesses that whole thing did sound pretty suspect but still.

He looks to Pepper, his last resort and he knows he’s going to get dropped on his ass but he’s still got hope. “Don’t even,” Rhodey tells him, still not looking up from the paper he isn’t reading. “She has common sense so she’s on my side.”

Tony turns back to Pepper, who pauses long enough for Rhodey to look up at her, giving her a suspicious look. “To be fair, Tony and I had that happen once when we were together and it was awful I’m so sorry you managed to do that twice,” Pepper tells him.

Vindicated he stands up, “ha!” he says to Rhodey, who is staring between him and Pepper like he’s just been told that they’re aliens, and they know because bees.

“Wait, what the fuck am I missing you two had what happen to you?” he asks.

“To be fair,” Tony says, “i completely forgot about the time I got the campus cops called on me with Pepper.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

you suck at crushes

College!Yangyang x College!Reader x College!Renjun 

summary: Renjun wants to help you get with Yangyang who wants to help you couple up with Renjun but they’re both annoying, maybe one less than the other

word count: 4.2k

(warnings: swearing, mentions of food) ((lmk if I missed anything))

Taglist! @lanadreamie

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!! I swear reader ends up with only one guy I just don’t want to give away the ending and I know the summary is ass

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God it was like the beams of sunshine just followed him around. Providing him with a natural spotlight that only worked to draw your attention to him even more than usual. The voices around you faded into background noise, and everything else besides him became so fuzzy you could only focus on the one and only- Liu Yangyang.

“Hello?” “Y/N!” “Are you listening to us?” Someone gripped your shoulder and shook you until you were out of your Yangyang-induced-haze. “Huh? Oh yeah… totally.” You answered with absolutely no idea about the conversation happening at the very table you sat at. 

Your friends snorted, teasing and making fun of you. A kissing noise, a high pitched teasing exclamation of the man of the hour’s name, and some playful elbows being jabbed into your side. When they finally stopped with the teasing and they actually filled you in you were able to answer some questions about the times at the library. 

You slipped into your seat in your geology class, a poor choice on your behalf and quite frankly the school for describing it as something that would be ‘fun and exciting.’ What a total load of BS that was. The professor was an old man that went on and on about his days in the field 40 years ago and rambled on and on about subjects that were 70% of the time not on the tests. However, the one and only bright side was that you had your favorite distraction in this class, Yangyang.

How could one person asking a question about the tectonic plates or the striations on a stupid rock be so attractive? He made it possible. 

“Staring yet again?” An annoying voice asked quietly, just inches from your ear.

“Who are you?” You asked annoyed.

“Y/N, that isn’t funny anymore. Not the first time you did it and not the hundreds of times after that. We lived on the same street for years before you decided to follow me here.” He answered with a huff. 

“Renjun, will you just go away? You know I’m no good at this so go bother someone else.” You replied. You took your eyes off Yangyang, gave Renjun a quick glare, and focused back on the lab work in front of you. Something stupid about hills or some moutain. Wasn’t this class supposed to be about rocks? 

“I don’t need help, I came to help you. We’re friends- shhhh.” Renjun started, quickly shutting you up before you could interrupt. “I can help you with this lab and help you win over your beloved Yangyang.”

You sent him a quizzical look. In all the years you had known Renjun he had never been this... generous- always wanting something in return. “He and I are friends, he’s been super annoying lately and complaining about some final project we decided to do together, but we have months to do it. If I help you guys get together in order to distract him, then he can stop bothering me about that final project. It’s a win-win-win situation.” He explained.

Well, that made a lot of sense. “What do you even have in mind? Yangyang and I don’t talk like we used to, how could we go from strangers to dating in just a couple months.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You were the person to show him around school when he was the new kid all those years ago when we were kids, you’re in better standing than you think. We all went to the same school, we already know each other, we all have this class, and I’m not going to let this fail because I do not fail. If I have to hear about the final project one more time I will rip all the hair off his head, three strands at a time.” Renjun pouted. 

“You sound completely crazy-”

“If you two need some help all you have to do is ask, I don’t need you two to argue and disrupt the class. Mr. Liu, since you seem to have a good understanding of the assignment, would you mind helping them out?” The professor called out. 

You and Renjun sent each other incredulous looks, were you really talking that loudly? “It’s earlier than expected, but don’t worry I got this,” Renjun whispered.

“You know if you guys had just spoken quietly, I could have left early but here I am. You can’t do anything without me can you?” Yangyang teased Renjun. 

“Oh, it wasn’t me. Y/N here is just so stupid, I was trying to explain the lab and it’s like all my words go in one ear and out the other. Maybe you can explain better than I can.” Renjun gestured toward you wildly. 

You immediately went to defend yourself but stopped when instead, Yangyang came to your defense. “Y/N isn’t stupid like you Injun, if you wanted some attention you didn’t have to bother someone innocent.”

Your face felt so hot, god this attention was too much to handle so suddenly. It was as if Renjun had thrown you into the deep end of a pool when you had just learned about the entire concept of swimming itself. If this was his attempt at getting you and Yangyang together you were now questioning the entire idea. It was just too much to handle so suddenly.

Yangyang quickly went on to explain the idea of the lab, giving you some tips to make the work easier and how it connected to past lessons. “Do you understand it a little more now?” He asked you.

You hissed when someone stomped on your foot beneath the table. Your eyes met Renjun’s while he discreetly shook his head, seemingly trying to send you some kind of message. But it seemed whatever he was sending was received because you quickly caught on, answering, “Oh uh, this whole class has actually been a bit more difficult than I anticipated, and you seem to have a way better understanding than I do. Would you be willing to maybe meet up sometime and just help a little more?”

“I’m free on Wednesday afternoons, let’s exchange numbers so maybe we can find out what you struggle the most with and what time works for you. Renjun are you coming too, you seemed to get the lab when I explained it,” Yangyang replied.

Renjun answered with a simple nod, sending Yangyang on his way for the remainder of the class. He was quiet the rest of the time, still sitting beside you. When the class was over he looked over at you, “This is going to be so much easier than I thought.”

-

Some point in the week after class you had all decided on the meeting place and time. Some little cafe just off campus after Yangyang was done with his last class of the day. He said the coffee was good and it wasn’t even expensive, to which Renjun was quick to add that they had friends working there so they got discounts. 

Renjun insisted on meeting you a little earlier to go over the details of the plan he had finally come up with. The plan mainly consisted of you just catching up with Yangyang, which would then progress to just the two of you hanging out, then bam! Dating! Much easier said than done you were quick to point out. His plan was just an idea with no details. Like what do you talk about? How do you make him like you? What kinds of things does he like? Could he even like you romantically?

“He actually mentioned to me that he was happy to talk to you again, so I have very high hopes. That was one conversation with him that was not about the final. Just have some hope.” Renjun shrugged. 

“You make this sound so simple, but you are not the one risking being embarrassed by telling the guy you’ve had a crush on since you were 10 about your feelings and having even less of a relationship than you’ve had for the past like 6 years.” You huffed.

“Since you were 10? That’s a little embarrassing.” Renjun let out.

Ever since you were kids it was like Renjun knew the exact words and actions to push your every button. Always getting on your nerves and getting under your skin. It was foolish of you to believe that he had matured enough to not tease you, even in your 20s and even in college. Huang Renjun sucked.

You brought your hands up to his neck, fully ready to wrap your hands around his neck and just squeeze- just enough pressure for him to get the idea to just shut up. But of course, that would be unacceptable in public and even less appropriate seeing as Yangyang had come right up to the table before you could do so. You improvised, changing your intended action of a throat squeeze to a nice hug, arms wrapped tightly around Renjun’s shoulders. You smiled brightly, tilting your head away from Yangyang so your lips were right beside Renjun’s ear, “I can go another 10 years buddy, learn to shut your damn mouth. I for one know how to follow through with my threats and will actually pull your hairs from your head- Yangyang, so good to see you!”

Yangyang looked between the both of you curiously, side by side, one with a bright, beaming smile and the other flushed, scared look on their face. He shook it off and pulled out his study materials while making small talk. 

By the end of the study session you felt more confident in your geology skills and your chances with Yangyang. He had gotten exponentially cooler as he got older than the kid you met all those years ago. Sure, he was still chaotic and sarcastic, even still a little dramatic, but it nonetheless made your heart skip a beat, just like the first time you laid eyes on him. 

-

Over the next few weeks Renjun slowly stopped coming to the study sessions. He always had some excuse or another, that neither you or Yangyang ever really questioned. In those few weeks you and Yangyang had grown closer as friends, texting each other about more than just class, checking in on each other, sending stupid memes and tiktoks, even a few inside jokes.

But of course, Renjun had to have his time too. Instead of just texting you, he would make conversation anytime he saw you on campus, even going as far as asking you to hang out when he wanted to know what was going on. Every night without fail, he would FaceTime you for at least an hour and a half to ask for very detailed updates which at some point became you two just talking about your days in general. He liked to judge your every decision, giving his own input on even minor things like the seat you sat in for a class he didn’t even have. He said his life lacked drama so he needed to live vicariously through his friends.

“I know we usually meet at the cafe, but even with that discount I really shouldn’t be spending all that money there every week. Do you mind if we meet at mine this week? I promise my roommate buys enough snacks to feed the whole complex and he makes me clean the place every week.” Yangyang suggested about a month and a half into your studying arrangement. 

You of course agreed, you’d be crazy to not want to go to your crush’s home, just the two of you- alone, and talking about… rocks. 

So when the next week came and Wednesday afternoon rolled around, you found yourself standing right outside your crush’s door, fist raised to knock. You were so nervous, just being alone with him in his home! This wasn’t the cafe where you had other people around, where you knew where things were, close to your home. No, this was his house, and that made you beyond nervous. 

He pulled the door open, a wide smile on his face as he welcomed you in. He set your things at his kitchen table and gave you a short tour of the home. “My roommate will be back later tonight, but he made us some food if we get hungry later,” He told you while he brought out his own supplies, once again ready to conquer your weekly study session.

And even though you did at one point struggle very much with the subject, this particular topic seemed easier to understand. So after even correcting Yangyang a few times, the study session became more of a hang out session. So casual that you even answered Renjun’s texts, chuckling at him freaking out in all caps because you were in Yangyang’s home.

“No, but Renjun did that last time we hung out too! We were in public, like full on glass of water spilled across the table and he got so red,” you laughed recalling the memory from just a few weeks ago after watching Yangyang do the same.

Then just a few minutes later when you were both watching TV you mumbled, “I think Renjun would like this show. This is on Netflix right?”

Yangyang being the smart kid that he is, had pieces coming together in his mind, ideas that he wasn’t even sure if you knew yet. He was going to make this happen.

-

Renjun sat in front of Yangyang, a month before the end of the semester, finally working on the final project. Which, thanks to you, had not been mentioned even once since you and Yangyang started hanging out until a week ago.

After finishing his part for the day Yangyang leaned back in his chair, sighed and smiled. “I think I’m going to ask Sua from our history class out.”

Renjun choked on his drink, did Yangyang really have to pick the exact moment he took a sip of his drink to tell him this? He cleared his throat, “Since when do you like her?”

Yangyang shrugged nonchalantly, explaining that Sua worked at the cafe he was always at and at some point they just kind of hit it off.

Renjun nodded, a little excessively. In his head he was trying to figure out what the hell to do. He knew you liked Yangyang and how hurt you would be if Yangyang suddenly had a girlfriend. At this moment, you were the only thing on Renjun’s mind. “Really? I actually thought you and Y/N might be a really good match, and you guys obviously get along well.” He replied.

Yangyang hid his smirk by taking a sip of his drink, “I don’t know, Y/N is really just much more of a friend than anything. Like don’t get me wrong Y/N is cool, but I see Sua more romantically.”

Before Renjun even had time to process his words and think of the consequences, he suddenly blurted out, “Well, Y/N likes you- and has liked you since we were kids. You have to think about more feelings than just your own Yangyang. Think of Y/N.”

“Like you think about Y/N?” Yangyang replied. Renjun tilted his head in confusion, trying to understand what Yangyang was talking about. 

“I know you never grew out of that crush you had in middle school- it’s that cute childhood neighbors to lovers thing. I know that whole plan you made so I could finally pay attention to Y/N, and while I admit it worked, because Y/N is a cool friend, this plan didn’t work the way you wanted it to. I see the way you look at Y/N and every time we hang out that’s all you can talk about. I’m smarter than you Injun, I know.” 

Renjun flushed, these were emotions that he had buried deep down years ago. In just two months Yangyang had uncovered and brought his emotions to light. Emotions that had at one point been disguised as that annoying 13 year old kid that would bother you to your wit’s end and now evolved to Renjun putting your emotions before his own. Days that were once filled with him tugging on your hair or tapping on your shoulder and looking away as if it weren’t him, had now become days of texting or facetiming you regularly just to catch up like he had wanted. 

“I think you should tell Y/N how you feel, don’t underestimate your chances.” Yangyang told Renjun as they made their way out of the cafe. 

-

When Yangyang told you that he knew you liked him, that he wasn’t interested, that he was actually going to date Sua from his history class, you thought you would be more upset. Embarrassed that he knew you liked him all this time, angry that he didn’t tell you earlier, or heartbroken that your crush of almost 10 years didn’t like you like you liked him. But you weren’t. You weren’t embarrassed, or angry, or heartbroken. You felt fine, it felt like he was just telling you what he ate for lunch. “Okay, so how do you tell the difference between these crystals again?” You replied with a nod. 

“And I know you like Renjun.” He added quietly. 

You looked up suddenly, eyes wide with shock, “What?”

“Come on Y/N, I think this whole ‘Renjun annoys me to no end’ is just a ploy. Whenever we hang out he’s all you talk about, you guys FaceTime like every night, right? You smile every time he texts you, and even though you play it off as ironic shit-posting- those stories you always post with all the hearts and cheesy ass captions stopped being a joke at some point. You may not have realized it but even with Renjun as just a friend to you now, he means more to you than I do.” 

You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest, “You know you’re smarter than you look, but I really don’t like you psychoanalyzing me.” 

He laughed loudly, “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t exactly have a good record with crushes, obviously. I don’t know what to do now,” you quietly answered, “Anyway this seems like a good ending point, we’ll meet one more time before the final right? Just text me if you need anything alright?” 

Before Yangyang could even stop you or try to reassure you, you were hastily packing up your things and out the door. How was he going to get the two of you together now?

-

It seemed that mother nature seemed to understand the tornado of emotions that were happening for you and Renjun, though you both had no idea about one another, what had started off as a gorgeous spring day had become a dark and rainy spring night. Even Yangyang laid in his bed, unable to sleep as he remembered that he had failed to mention or even plan out- that neither of you knew you liked each other. That would have been nice to know, but it was a little too late for that now seeing as it was like two in the morning. 

If you liked Renjun, which it sounded like you did, according to Yangyang and the more you thought about it, it really felt like you did. Not some surface level ‘I like to admire you from afar for 10 years’ crush but rather a ‘I like you and want to spend time with you and I’d hate to see you smile at anyone else like you smile at me and possibly fall in love.’ You sat straight up in bed, flashes of the lightning outside lit your room up, did you just think about falling in love with Renjun? Before you could process anymore thoughts you pulled on a coat and some shoes, grabbing the umbrella you kept by the door. You had to tell Renjun how you felt.

Stepping out of your apartment complex, you thanked the love gods for allowing Renjun to live just a few blocks away from each other and not across town. There was no doubt in your mind that by the time you reached him, you would be soaked to the bone, but you had to do this. There was no point in keeping this crush to yourself just for nothing, you had to take the risk and just hope for the best. Best case scenario, you get a boyfriend, and worst case, well then you don’t talk to him for another few years and every time you see him your heart feels like it's being stomped on. You know, something that could become a regular feeling. 

You hurried through the storm, dodging large puddles while trying your best to stay beneath the awnings of the buildings. You stopped at a light, looking out into the rain to see just how much further you had until you got to Renjun’s place. But instead you focused on the sight of someone rushing through the rain to get to the opposite end of the crosswalk. You squinted through the downpour, realizing that the person at the other end of the crosswalk was “Renjun?”

You rushed toward him, lucky that there were no cars at this hour of the night to dodge. He ran forward, meeting you in the middle, pulling your hand forward so that the umbrella covered you both. “What are you doing out here?” He asked you loudly so you could hear him over the rain. 

“I was coming to see you,” you started, meeting his eyes that told you he was waiting to hear more, “Renjun I like you. I really like you. I don’t smile, or laugh, or feel happy or even feel annoyed with anyone else like I feel when I’m with you. I want to be happy and date you, use your stupid plans to plan dates for us. I don’t want anyone else but you.”

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that. I’ve had a crush on you since middle school, you don’t know how happy this makes me.” He beamed, using his free hand to cup your cheek.

His hands were wet, and his fingers were cold as they cupped your warm cheek. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?” You asked.

He surged forward, lips meeting your own in a passionate kiss as your eyes fluttered shut. Your lips moved against his own, wrapping your free arm around his neck to pull him closer. He let his other arm fall to bring you closer by the waist, deepening the kiss. With one arm holding up the umbrella you decided to just fuck it, dropping the umbrella you placed your hand at the back of his neck.

A sudden honk made the two of you jump apart, rushing back to the end of the crosswalk to avoid getting hit by an angry driver. 

“You crazy kids! Living your movie moment! I did it!” You heard a voice yell over the pounding rain. 

“Yangyang?” Both you and Renjun called out upon catching sight of Yangyang leaning out his car window.

He smiled, gesturing for the two of you to get in the car. You both shuffled into the backseat, hands held close and sitting side by side to warm each other up after being out in the horrible weather for so long. You were both shivering, teeth chattering, and lips nearly blue from the cold. 

“Aren’t you guys glad I meddled? I mean look at you guys, all cute and cuddled up after your adorable kiss in the rain.” Yangyang giddily smiled as he shook some of the water out of hair. 

“Can you just take us back to mine, I’d like to get dry so we don’t get sick. If that’s ok with you,” Renjun asked, whispering the last bit to you. 

You nodded, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Yangyang nodded, putting the car in drive, chatting your ears off about how happy he was that the plan worked even when he didn’t plan well considering he forgot to mention that you liked each other. He told you both that he was on his way to Renjun’s to tell him that you liked him and force him to FaceTime you and confess.

He pulled up in front of the apartment complex, turning to give you a cocky smirk before you could even get out of the car or thank him for the ride, “So is Injun a good kisser?”

“This whole car ride made me realize how much you suck, seriously. I clearly made the right choice, so I hope and pray for your sake Sua has a mountain of patience, like you never shut up- ever. Thank you for the ride.” You ranted angrily before you made your way out of the car.

Yangyang’s jaw fell in fake offense, “You sure know how to pick ‘em Renjun.”

But he wasn’t met with the shocked face he thought he would see, he was instead met with a dazed, lovesick look. “Yeah I do, I might be in love.”

[sunnyskies281]

@transpoettryinghisbest and I were discussing what would happen if Godot was present during the seven year gap. This led me to imagine what would happen if Godot got on Kristoph’s bad side. That led… to this.

I sit across the table from the man who’s been the cause of quite a bit of stress over the past few months. When I got released from prison I was informed by none other than Trite himself that he had been disbarred. Apparently he presented forged evidence during a trial. This didn’t sound at all like him, so I investigated further into the matter.

It eventually led me… to here.

“So, what do you have to ask me about?” Kristoph Gavin said, his eyes looking directly into my soul. He took a sip of his drink- coffee with milk, as if he wasn’t bad enough already- and smiled a smile so fake it almost smelt of plastic.

I didn’t dare touch my coffee. “You know very well what I’m here about,” I said. “I know what you did to Phoenix Wright.”

“Hah, you have no proof of anything,” Kristoph said. “You used to be a lawyer, you should know how important evidence is.”

“And that’s why you’re going to give time that evidence,” I said. “We could do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“Are you threatening me, good sir?” Kristoph asked, a bit more menace added to his fake smile.

“Not yet,” I respond.

He motions to my coffee. “Fine. I have nothing to hide. Let’s discuss this over our drinks.”

I nod. I bring the coffee up to my lips, but I only let a few drops on my tounge.

The taste is familiar. Not in the coffee sense, the coffee was absolutely horrible. But there was an underlying bitterness to the drink akin to bitter almonds. I spit what little I had in my mouth back into the cup, as if this was what I thought it was I wouldn’t want any of it at all entering my bloodstream. I set the cup back down, and Kristoph looked at me expectantly.

“…I have one question for you,” I say. “Just how dumb do you think I am?”

“I beg your pardon?” Kristoph asked, still with that obnoxiously fake smile.

“For the self-proclaimed “coolest defense in the west” you’re awfully dumb. Is this your first time attempting to poison someone? I’d assume not, but you’re still particularly inept.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kristoph said, his fake smile and faux-friendliness gone. “You shouldn’t be making such rash accusations.”

“I only drink coffee I can see being made the whole way through,” I say. “It’s to prevent idiots like you who try and slip cyanide into my drinks from succeeding.”

“You accuse me of trying to poison you, do you now?” Kristoph’s gaze turned cold. “You have no proof.”

“I will soon,” I chuckle slightly, as his eyes went wide. “Did you really think I’d be meeting you here without backup? There are at least 20 police officers outside, waiting on my orders to charge in here. In fact…” I press a button, and the police come charging in. “Here they are now.”

Kristoph is surrounded by several police officers who apprehend him. He struggles to escape, but to no avail.

“I’ll be taking a sample of this drink to forensics,” I say, “where they will test it for everything imaginable. You will come down to the precinct to be questioned, and you will do so cooperatively. You are under arrest for attempted poisoning and for the forging of evidence to get Phoenix disbarred. You have the right to remain silent-”

“Go to hell, Godot,” Kristoph said.

“Oh, Krissy…” I laugh. “I just got back.”

[elfyourmother]

3. Is your character more defensive or offensive when in battle? 20. Does your character enjoy the arts? If so, what kind? and 34. If they could go back in time, would your character change anything in their past? If so, What?

3. Gisele’s tactically minded and highly adaptable. Generally she likes to overwhelm with offense to kill an encounter quickly. But her signature speciality in combat is her versatility more than anything so she’s very balanced in her approach, she can and does swap Jobs in combat the way the boring white trailer man does. She is equally strong a healer as she is a nuker and also excels in crowd control. But it makes sense, because that’s precisely what she was taught to do as a Circle Mage in Ferelden.

20. Gisele absolutely adores the arts! All kinds really, but particularly music, dance and poetry. I hc that a quirk of her Echo is she perceives Primal aether as song. It’s my goofy lore explanation for the various battle themes for them, because I hc that for the ones with vocals she actually wrote the lyrics. Her tastes are mostly old fashioned; opera is her absolute favorite, particularly The Dream Oath.

34. She would absolutely go back to change what happened at the Vault so that Haurche never even got injured, if she could. Obviously the fact that she saved him isn’t the issue, but Gisele has always blamed herself for him becoming disabled from it; she saved him but it wasn’t good enough, and now he’s suffering because of her. If only her shield had been stronger, if only she had cast the right spell, etc he wouldn’t constantly be in pain. She’s the only one who blames herself of course but Gisele has always been far harder on herself than anyone else.