#cat cam from when I was still traveling

[phantomrose96]

I’m beside myself about her

[hwnglx]

Can i request a reading of enhypen’s ni-ki off cam personality? And his views when it comes to relationships (platonic and romantic)?

i will be doing the second question in another post, maybe even in a collective one for the full group 🤭 enjoy the read

niki's real personality behind the scenes

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

3ow&su, 9osw&5op, 10op, pagosw, 7op&to bod: 4osw + off cam, niki is someone pretty open-minded. i'm getting this huge desire to expand his views and beliefs, big interest in experiencing things that are very foreign and new to him. he definitely loves a challenge and feels his best when he can just go somewhere else, whether that's physically or mentally. does he enjoy travelling in his free time? if he doesn't do it, he definitely wants to. he likes getting his mind off life sometimes, and just exploring different cultures, or even hearing stories about people's lives completely different to him. he finds it very interesting and intriguing.

one thing that's a constant for niki, is this boy lives to work. it's interesting, because despite this being a reading on him off cam, even behind the scenes i can see work occupying most of his mind. he's been exposed to the industry since he was so young, it's pretty much all he's known till now, so it's almost like the easiest thing in the world for him to remain career-focused. it's when he feels he's at his best, and most comfortable. in contrast, when not working is when he can quickly get into a more tense headspace and start overthinking. he's the type who needs to stay busy, in order to distract himself from his own thoughts, since he can be a huge overthinker, especially in regards to himself. i can just see him obsessing over doing everything perfectly, and himself being his own biggest critic. (is this boy an earth rising? he kinda looks like one too) but he has extremely professional and surprisingly mature energy in regards to his career. honestly blew my mind to remember he just turned 18 and could teach some older idols a few things concerning their attitude at work.

niki is also a person who is much more observant than we realize. he's someone with a quick wit and clever mind, a person who basically lives in his head. very very smart boy, much more intelligent and insightful than some people think. there is this self-aware and self-reflective quality to him, where he can quickly pick up on his mistakes, and is always open to changing. literally, he doesn't mind completely tearing down some habits, if that means he'll improve. he's always looking to reach his best potential, and is firm in his mentality.

to give you an example, he definitely had and sometimes still has the habit of being very sharp-tongued. sometimes he just says things that can easily hurt people, and this is something he's very aware of. he doesn't just brush it off like "whatever, guess that's what i'm like" no, he will definitely reflect on his behavior once he gets some time to think and put in effort to improve. especially because he himself is much more easily hurt than others think, even he himself doesn't always seem to acknowledge his more sensitive side. so there is this subconscious thought of "i can't be like this."

in general though, niki is just very chill and laidback. he truly doesn't like drama, doesn't enjoy conflicts, just wants to stay low-key and do what he has to do. i can see his hyungs fighting like cats and dogs while he's sitting there on his phone completely unfazed by what's going on. he doesn't enjoy being consumed by negative energy, since this can get his emotions to bubble up and truly mess him up sometimes, so he keeps himself out of situations as much as he can. could definitely seem kinda self-absorbed to some people, but he's just very protective of his own energy.

whe&3oc, sta, pagow, 7oc, pagoc, 4osw&acop, bod: 9op

- he just lives in his own little world and bubble, to an excessive extent. pretty selective about who he calls his friends, and truly doesn't seem to be very invested or even interested in putting effort into maintaining friendships. is he the member who just never answers on katalk and doesn't really react in the enha groupchat lol, like a ghost? that's the vibe he's giving. unbothered about others, puts more thought into matters about himself and his own life. if it doesn't concern him, he doesn't truly care. i see this pattern a lot for people who are incredibly absorbent to others' feelings and energy, often for significant pisces placements (esp ☾) they're so easily consumed by that, it's a self-protective mechanism in order to shield themselves from any sort of hurt.

niki still struggles to truly acknowledge and appreciate his more softer and emotional side. that's when he feels more awkward and insecure, it's a part of himself he's not comfortable with. he doesn't enjoy getting emotional, since he fears the loss of control over himself, he gets worried about just saying or doing things out of pure emotion and messing things up not only for himself, but others too. i keep getting this feeling of him really hating to hurt people, he feels guilt pretty quickly. and in his eyes it often happens whenever his emotions take over him, like he just isn't himself. so, he prefers to not even put himself into situations where this is a possibility, and just runs away from his feelings, as well as people who can bring that emotional side out in him. i can see he can probably get more emotionally attached than he'd want to, and that can scare him off. he doesn't like people thinking he's dependant on them.

there definitely is an arrogant quality to the way he carries himself off cam. he gives off this vibe of knowing how good he is, and people can quickly perceive that as being conceited and full of himself, especially if they feel threatened by that confidence. however, much of that is just fierce self awareness. he holds himself up to insanely high standards, and can feel overwhelmingly insecure if he doesn't meet them.

if you aren't of any use to him, it's unlikely niki will entertain your attendance for very long. as previously said, he carefully selects who he gives his time and energy to, and much of this is based on what that certain connection can do for him. he's just very self-centered, which can easily make people feel like he doesn't give a damn about anyone, and sometimes even hurt or disappointment them. he seems to have this mentality of "we all live and die alone anyway" so he'd prefer to nurture and take care of his own self rather than putting much effort into others. he goes through life thinking we all have to be more selfish in order to succeed. "no one is going to live life for me, so i might as well do it for myself." is what i hear.

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

⚔️⚔️ Sword gays showdown, grand finale ⚔️

*Camilla fanart by @friendamedes, used with permission

Propaganda:

For Camilla:

she prefers dual-wielding two short blades but can fight with pretty much anything. she's ambidextrous she's autistic she's even sex-repulsed ace. she sighs longingly when reunited with her weapons. she's from planet academia and dresses like an off-duty librarian. literally one of the most iconic moments of the entire series is when she gets challenged to a duel and absolutely wipes the floor with her opponent even though she doesn't even like rapiers that much. 'swords don't lie.' 

OK I’m sure you’re getting just about every character from The Locked Tomb but Cam is my favorite. She's a nerd AND a jock. She is in this deeply intense and loving and unhealthily codependent soulbond partnership with her best friend second cousin and prince. She is smart and deadpan snarky and fights like a grease fire and I have never been able to get that line out of my head.

For Gideon:

she's incredibly good w/ her two hander and less good with her rapier but she's still pretty good!! she is a horny lesbian who's taste in women seems to exclusively be "girls who have tried or are going to try to kill her". she's a redhead. i love her

Gideon’s a HUGE Butch lesbian and literally always wanted to use a broad sword. Specifically a broad sword. She said fuck rapiers. Uhhh literally dies to save the girl she cares for and the sword she uses then becomes like an altar for said girl. Gideon Nav Supremacy <3

oh she is the most badass swordswoman lesbian in media. she’s her gf’s cavalier, defends her in battle, she’s incredibly butch and buff

C'mon shes THE sword lesbian like... canonically 

Loves her broadsword more than anything on her home planet and practices whenever she can. Spoiler it’s possessed by her mom. Gave everything so her best enemy could eat her soul and become the new saint. The character of all time child of two separate threesomes, child of the god emperor, she’s dead, she’s butch, she’s a dork, she’s doomed by the narrative. She’s my favorite.

girlie is literally the swordswoman supreme. she’s the cavalier primary to her necromancer. she has a fuckoff huge longsword. she gets absorbed into another person SPECIFICALLY to swordfight for them. in a gay way too.

While everyone else was developing common sense, she studied the blade. This dyke's main weapon and true love is the long sword, but she's also passable with a rapier. The sword is, in her own estimation, pretty much all she's good for. That and her smoking hot bod and terribly charming sense of humor. 

"While we were developing common sense, she studied the blade." (Direct quote from the book). She's the most useless lesbian to ever exist, and she's obsessed with an absolute wet cat of a woman. Learned longsword mostly on her own and is such a genius with the sword she learned rapier in a few months (by personal experience, it's really really hard)

Most badass broadsword wielding lesbian easily slaying bone monsters and evil space wasps

The cavalier to her necromancer. very gay. in a complicated codependant lovehate relationship with the only other person her age she knew growing up.

For Xena:

It is HER! The OG woman with a blade! 

Her show was so iconic that any lesbian over the age of 30 knows her IMMEDIATELY because this show probably helped her have her awakening. Fandom foremothers and fathers rise up and get your gal a title.

An all around badass, bisexual woman, comfortable with many different bladed weapons. Her show was so much better than Hercules people forget his exists.

Xena is one of the OGs: once a baddie who turned good, she's a warrior who uses swords, daggers, and her trusty chakram to defeat evil and defend the innocent, while traveling with her kickass girlfriend Gabrielle. 

She has many skills

[copperbadge]

Checking in on the cryptids via the cat cam this morning, I caught Polk having the zoomies on the bed, so I took a bunch of still shots; I was going to post a series of them, but then I realized since they were all from the same camera angle and she was moving around, I could paste a few of them together on the bed to make it look like I have THREE rambunctious orange cats.

[ID: A grainy still frame shot of my bed, taken from the cat camera; there is a blue covered cat bed at the foot, and the bedspread is covered in a sheet because they like to puke on the bedspread when I'm traveling. Atop the bed, it looks as though three identical orange cats are in motion, all three very blurred; one is shaking her head, one is crouched with tail lashing, and one is trying to dig under the sheet.]

[sitkowski]

time waits for me in bloom - nicholas ruffilo x cam (oc)

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x cam (OC) cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ gentle femdom, subby nicky, orgasm denial, chastity device (cock cage), praise kink, dirty talk, sexting (explicit pictures), oral sex (f receiving), handjobs, vaginal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, they just love each other a lot word count: 4k author's note: here is the sequel to get me low (like a basement), aka this is nicky gets the cage. many thanks to illy for looking over this to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be, i owe you my life boo 💓 title comes from "blue reverie" by erra. divider by @saradika-graphics 🔐

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Cam gets in late from the bar the second night Nicholas is gone on tour. It’s just her and the cats, and she’s glad for their company while he’s away. She showers the smell of spilled beer and smoke off of herself, and then puts on a pair of sweats and one of Nicholas’ shirts before crawling into bed. She grabs her phone to text him, just to let him know that she made it in from work safe and sound. They had talked before the show and Cam had been a little amused at the little edge in his voice. He’d said he was fine, he was handling everything okay.

It’s only been two days.

When her phone pings with a notification, she’s expecting a goodnight or something. They’re still in the same time zone right now and she knows he’s probably going to be either sleeping soon or bored while they travel. But when Cam opens the message thread, she sees that it’s a photo. And it’s not that she has any doubt whatsoever that he’s going to be wearing the cage like he told her would, but to see it like this is another thing entirely. It’s obvious that he’s locked himself in some gas station bathroom, where the lighting is terrible and there’s graffiti all over the stall door. All she can really see is his lower stomach, the little padlock that sits atop the cock cage, and a hint of the glittery silicone encasing him. Her mouth goes dry at the sight, and she has to think of what to say, what to do. Does she send him words of encouragement? Does she send him back a picture that will no doubt drive him a little crazy because he can’t do anything about it?

She makes a decision, shimmying out of her sweatpants so that she’s only in her underwear and Nicholas’ Labyrinth t-shirt. It takes her a minute to get comfortable and take the picture at the right angle. It’s not even that risque, not compared to what he just sent her, but she knows it’ll do the trick. Cam sends a second one right behind it, without the t-shirt, so that he can see the tiny gold key that goes to the lock on his cage where it hangs around her neck, sitting just above her breasts. This one, she attaches a message to.

Be good.

She doesn’t wait for a response, setting aside her phone and putting back on her clothes before picking up her book. And when nothing comes through her phone, she isn’t surprised either. Even with the silence, she knows that he’ll be good for her. She’s confident he’ll be able to handle the cage okay, and it’s not as if there’s any punishment if he can’t. Cam thinks he just wanted this challenge for himself, to see how deep into denial he could get with it. Of course there’s a part of her that likes the power having the key for the cage gives her.

It takes him four more days to crack, just a little. Cam wakes up in the middle of the night to her phone ringing. Her immediate thought is that something’s wrong, and she scrambles to answer. All she hears at first when she says his name is his choppy breathing, and panic swirls in her stomach.

“Nicky?”

“You gotta tell me, Camille,” he says, his voice strained. “You gotta tell me I can’t take it off.”

A little bit of relief settles in her, “Oh baby, are you hurting?”

She’s not sure where he is but he has to be alone if he’s calling her like this. She hears a thud, which is probably him knocking his head against a door. She pictures him locking himself away in the hotel room bathroom, trying to be quiet so as not to be overheard while he struggles to get control.

“You’re doing so well Nicky, I’m so proud of you,” she says because she knows that’s what he needs to hear and it’s the truth. “You’re going to wear that cage. Eight more days and then you’re going to come home and I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“I’m losing my mind a little, fuck. All I want to do is—”

“No, Nicholas, listen to me.” Cam makes her voice a little more stern and she hears his sharp intake of breath. “You tell me right now if you want to safeword out, and then you’ll go and wake Noah up and tell him you want your key. Is that what you want?”

The sound of the call changes and she can tell he’s put her on speaker. She hears the sound of water running and splashing, and then after a minute, he finally speaks again. “You know you’re the smart one in this relationship, right?”

She makes a face that he can’t see, filing that away to deal with once he’s home. “You said you could do this for me. But maybe I want you to do this for you, Nicky.”

“Eight more days,” he says. He still sounds shaky, but it’s kind of unavoidable. “I can do eight more days.”

“You can. And if you can’t, that’s okay too. But I think you’re gonna be just fine.”

He laughs, a little hysterical. “Ask me again in eight days.”

Cam chooses then to distract him and ask him about the tour, and it seems to work for a little while. It doesn’t really matter to her that it’s the middle of the night, she’s happy to talk to him as long as he needs her to. Eventually, neither of them can stop yawning and they say goodnight to one another.

The next few days seem to fly by and as far as she can tell, he’s handling it okay. There aren’t any more middle of the night phone calls where he’s begging to be let out, at least. She even asks Noah, without really asking him, how Nicholas is holding up. And while Noah’s got the second key, he’d only taken it under the explicit instructions that he was given no absolute details. He has to know what it’s for, but he’s perfectly capable of pretending to be deaf, dumb and blind about the situation unless Nicholas tells him his safeword. There’s doing a favor for a friend, like holding the spare key to his chastity cage, and then there’s talking about it.

Cam decides to meet up with the tour on the last day to surprise Nicholas. She books a hotel room for them for after the show because she’s got a feeling they’re not going to make it out of the state before Nicholas gets the cage off. It’s surprisingly easy for her to convince him she’s still at home, even when she all but sneaks off to the venue to pick up the pass that Bryan left for her. Everyone knows that she’s there, and she manages to avoid being spotted by Nicholas at all. He doesn’t even realize that she’s side stage.

It’s obvious how the cage is affecting him, she can see that much just from watching him out there. Nicholas’ playing might be fully controlled but the rest of his movements are frenzied and Cam stays out of his line of sight so as not to distract him. She watches as he paces between songs, and maybe she feels more than a tiny amount of joy at how worked up this has made him. Now, all she can think about is what’s going to happen when he realizes that she’s here. What’s going to happen when she gets him back to that hotel room? She can’t even imagine making him wait until they get home.

She moves even further out of the way as the show comes to an end. As the band comes off stage, they each see her as they go by and make their way back to the dressing room. Nicholas is last, and he doesn’t even realize she’s standing there at first, not until she calls out his name. Once he sees her, he passes his bass off to the first tech with free hands, and pulls Cam into his arms.

“You’re here!” he says, as if it’s not obvious. “I thought you were at home.”

He’s burning up like a furnace, but she still clings to him anyways, “I thought I’d come and surprise you. It’s day fourteen after all.”

His eyes go a little fuzzy and she sees the desperation in them. He’s got things that he has to do before she can fully steal him away for the rest of the night, and she gives him a guiding push towards the dressing room. She can feel how tense he is beneath her hands, but chooses to ignore it for now. The post show chaos is enough of a distraction for him, even though Cam can tell now that they’re closer together how twitchy he really is. 

“It’s gonna be a long drive home,” Nicholas says at one point.

“We’re not leaving just yet. I got a room for us for the night, I figured we’d just leave in the morning.”

It seems to click in his head that as soon as they leave the venue, he’s finally going to be getting out of his cage. He gives her a grateful look and rushes off to wrap things up, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. Cam watches him go in amusement, mindful of the key that’s still around her neck, tucked beneath her hoodie.

By the time that the stage has been broken down and the equipment has been loaded, Nicholas looks as if he’s going to have some sort of breakdown if he doesn’t get to leave soon. If anyone else has noticed how off he is, they’re being very polite about it. For all Cam knows, they either already know or they’re scared that Nicholas will tell them exactly what’s going on and traumatize them all. She can never be too sure in this group.

He all but drags her out of the venue as they leave, and he’s practically squirming in his seat on the cab ride to the hotel. She was lucky he even thought to grab his bags from the bus before they left. But all it takes is one hand firmly placed on his knee and Nicholas seems to settle right away, blowing out a breath and leaning his head back against the seat.

“Not much longer,” Cam promises, and he gives her a jerky nod. “Hey, look at me. Are you absolutely okay?”

He turns his head and meets her gaze. His eyes are still a little unfocused, but he gives her another nod. “I’m okay. It’s just been a long two weeks. You’ll take it off once we’re in the room?”

“I promise, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

He’s a little more subdued once they get to the hotel, and once they get into the room, he sits his bags down with hers and turns around to look at her expectantly. Cam takes her time in pulling off her hoodie and taking off her shoes. His eyes immediately go to the key where it’s standing out against the front of her shirt, and she sees his hands twitch at his sides.

“Go ahead and take off your clothes for me?” she asks softly.

Nicholas hadn’t bothered to change out of his stage clothes before they left the venue, and he leaves everything in a messy pile on the floor. Cam knows the flush on his face and chest is still lingering post show endorphins, but she also knows he has one goal right now. Stepping closer to him, she undoes the clasp on the chain and takes the key off of it. She watches the way he shifts around almost nervously, and she presses up to kiss him on the forehead before turning her attention to the cage.

His breath hitches and he stifles a whine in the back of his throat as she unlocks the tiny padlock and eases the cage off of him. She doesn’t touch him any more than she needs to and when she raises her gaze to him, she can see tears of relief gathering in his eyes.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, it’ll make you feel better,” Cam catches his jaw in her hand, squeezing just a little. “But no touching.”

He looks as if he wants to argue, already half hard and moments away from full on pouting. It’s cute. But finally he grabs his shower stuff from one of his bags and disappears into the bathroom. Cam waits until she hears the water start before she finally moves from where she’s standing. Taking a deep breath, she goes through the normal motions that she does every night at home; makes sure both of their phones are plugged in, changes out of her clothes into one of Nicholas t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts that she probably won’t even be in that long. The check out time tomorrow isn’t until eleven in the morning, and she plans to use as much of that time as she can to their full advantage.

The shower cuts off and a few moments later Nicholas appears in the bathroom doorway, haphazardly drying off. She still thinks about that day in the hotel room in Wyoming when they got back together every time she sees him like this. She can’t help but walk over to him, taking the towel and scrubbing it through his hair for him. He’s still tense and she knows exactly what he needs.

“Come over here to the bed,” she says, pulling him along.

She crawls to the middle, leaning back against the pillows and Nicholas moves to follow her. She stops him before he can get close enough, gesturing for him to turn around so that his back is to her chest. He does it without complaint, though she’s sure he might be a little confused. Before he can ask, she leans in and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, before reaching over and picking up a bottle of lube off of the nightstand. She can feel it when his breath hitches in his chest.

“Camille—”

“Shhh,” she pours some lube into her hand and reaches down, wrapping her fingers around Nicholas’ cock. “Just let me take care of you first, okay? We’ve got all night.”

His only response to that is to arch up into her touch, a quiet moan falling from his mouth as she moves her fist in a slow stroke up. She pauses at the tip, giving him a gentle squeeze only to make him louder. Not wanting to rush this, she repeats the motion, enjoying every noise she drags out of him with each twist of her wrist. His hips rock up into her touch greedily, and Cam peppers kisses along his bare shoulder to urge him on.

“My needy boy, keep making those sounds for me,” she murmurs. Nicholas whines and squirms, one of his hands clamping down on her thigh. “You’re so hard for me, aren’t you? It doesn’t seem like you’re going to last that long. It’s been two weeks”

Cam doesn’t tell him he’s not allowed to come. It seems so cruel after he’s done so well while he was away. And she tells him so as she cards the fingers of her free hand through his hair, tugging just a little on the damp strands. She can tell that he’s trying not to come yet though, that he’s trying to drag this out even though she promised him she’d take care of him, and she speeds up her strokes. Each desperate sound he makes sinks into her skin and turns her on even more. But this isn’t about her right now, and she gives him all of the attention he deserves.

“Don’t hold back on my account, Nicky, just let go.” she urges.

He curses and knocks his head back against her shoulder, body going taught as he spills over her fingers and his stomach. She’d be surprised how messy it was if it hadn’t been so long for him. Eventually he’s got to wrap his hand around her wrist and pull her hand away, gasping for air. He grabs for the towel to clean them both off before flopping back against the bed.

“I missed you,” he mumbles, and Cam grins, leaning over to kiss him.

“Did you miss me, or did you miss orgasms?”

She’s fucking with him, because she can. He lets out an exasperated noise and gives her a playful shove, crawling over her. “Shut up, I’ll show you orgasms.”

“Oh, you're gonna get bossy on me now, Nicholas?” she asks. She loves the way he blushes at that.

“I don’t know,” he says with mock indifference. “You gonna lie back and let me take care of you now?”

She loves him like this too, and the answering kiss he gives her knocks her head back into the pillows and makes her stomach twist pleasantly. One of his hands comes up to cradle her jaw and she melts into the mattress when his other hand starts pulling at the waistband of her sleep shorts. Cam opens her mouth for him, lets him lick his way inside, and she reaches down to help get her shorts off. They get tangled around her ankles, but she manages to get them off and toss them aside. Nicholas’ hands move to get her out of her shirt, and then they’re skin to skin, finally.

“You didn’t answer my question, Cam,” he says as he drags his nose up her cheek. “Can I take care of you now?”

How the hell can she deny him when he asks her like that? “Of course you can, baby.”

He ducks his head down, kissing her neck tenderly, before he starts to move down her body. Cam would tease him about his oral fixation but honestly she wants his mouth on her as badly as he wants to put it there. Anywhere he wants. Rising up on her elbows, she watches as he drags that mouth over her stomach, across her hips. He grips the undersides of her legs, pushing them up until she hooks them over his shoulders like he wants. 

Cam sighs and sinks her fingers into his hair as he presses his mouth to her, a soft parody of a kiss that starts out slow but becoming more firm presses of his tongue as he tastes her, teasing over her clit. While she had no problem not teasing him tonight, he doesn't seem to have the same sentiment as he moves slowly in a deliberate way that says she hasn't been restricted from coming in fourteen days. A ridiculous sound escapes her lips and she scratches her nails over his scalp when he dips his tongue into her briefly before pulling back and licking upward again. When he lets go of one of her thighs long enough to slip one of his fingers inside of her, Cam shudders and her hips buck up.

She can feel his laughter against her, even when he never takes his tongue off her clit, but then he's adding in a second finger and causing her to squirm more. Her hips shift back and forth and he moves easily with her, letting her ride his face and yank his hair. She doesn't have to worry about hurting him, she knows he likes it. She was already on the edge to begin with, just from seeing him fall apart for her so easily earlier, but when he crooks his fingers up into that spot inside of her at the same time his lips close around her clit, she can't do anything but let herself fall back against the bed and let her orgasm wash over her.

Reaching down, she pulls him back up to her by the jaw and seals their lips together. She can feel him getting hard against her again and she reaches down to dig her nails into the flesh of his ass, just for him to twitch and grind into her. It doesn't matter to her that her entire body is still buzzing from her climax, she still needs him inside of her now.

Nicholas pulls back a little, “Turn over for me.”

He gives her the room she needs to roll over onto her stomach and she tries to stay still as he trails his lips up her back and shoulder. His hands are everywhere and she gasps as she feels him dragging his cock between her folds. When she tries to rock back and get him inside of her, he pulls back, laughing again.

“You’re gonna spend the drive home in that cage again Nicholas, I swear to god.”

“Promises promises,” he says with no small amount of glee at the idea that he has the upper hand here. “You’ve gotta have some patience, Camille. You said I could take care of you.”

She can’t exactly argue with his logic, Looking over her shoulder, she realizes that’s what he wanted. He wanted her eyes on him as he finally sinks fully inside of her. Her breath leaves her in a gasping rush, both of them freezing and reveling in the moment of being together like this again. Finally she gives in and she arches back into him. This time he lets her, his hands sliding up over the swell of her ass, tracing up her spine and sliding back down to grasp her hips. He pulls her back into each thrust and her mind starts to go fuzzy with overstimulation and the drag of his cock inside of her. Cam doesn’t think she needs to be touched to be able to come again, she thinks this is more than enough.

His forehead presses into the curve of her neck and she feels his teeth set into her skin. Her stomach clenches and she inhales sharply, mouth dropping open. It's just another sensation shooting through her body. One of her hands comes up to tangle in his hair, trying to keep him as close as possible. It’s in the back of her mind that every single hotel in the world has the most shitty insulation and they’re probably giving some poor soul an earful. Each lungful of air leaves her in a choking moan and every time Nicholas pulls back and starts mouthing at another section of skin she feels dizzy.

It's too much and she comes with a sob of his name. His hips piston into hers relentlessly, fucking her through her second orgasm as he chased his own. Cam can hear him whispering in her ear but his words are intelligible over the thudding of her heart in her chest. He finally comes, his fingers slotting between hers as he buries his face into her hair and goes still against her.

“Stay still for me,” he murmurs and Cam nods slowly. She doesn’t think she could move if he actually asked her to.

She hisses out a breath when he pulls out, long past embarrassed when she realizes she can feel his come dripping out of her. His touch skates over the back of her legs, and he nearly falls off of the bed to get another towel to clean her up with. She thinks about a shower, or taking advantage of the very big jacuzzi bathtub that this hotel room has, but it all requires moving. Sweat cools on her skin and eventually Nicholas lies back down beside her, pulling her over onto his chest.

“Thank you,” he says.

Cam’s eyebrows raise, “Are you thanking me for the sex, Nicky?”

He huffs out a breath, cheeks going a little pink. “I’m thanking you for believing that I could do what I did.”

“Oh, baby,” she reaches up to card her hands into his hair again, managing to lift herself up to press a kiss against his forehead. “I never doubted you for a second.”

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[apartmentsmoke]

Okay, new ask game! Top three dates you'd love to see Buck and Tommy go on 🥰

Sorry this has been in my inbox forever <3 1. Skydiving! Buck would love it, and would persuade Tommy into doing it. I think Tommy would be reticent - he flies the aircraft; he doesn't jump from them. He's even less enthusiastic when he learns that they have to take a 6-hour class beforehand, because Buck wants to do it solo and not with an instructor strapped to his back. Buck's able to persuade him, though, through the power of puppy dog eyes and blowjobs combined. While they're going up, Tommy is a little fidgety, and Buck teases him ("The man who flew through a cat five hurricane is afraid of a little jump?"). When it comes to the jump - which they do separately because the one thing Buck didn't do during his travels was become a licensed skydiver - Buck goes first and he gives Tommy a peck and a cheeky wave. And, well, Tommy's already promised himself that he'll follow where Evan goes, so he doesn't hesitate. When they've both landed, adrenaline narrowing their focus, Tommy pulls Buck towards him and they make out until the instructor clear her throat. 2. Baseball game - this time, it's Tommy that pulls from his mental fact database. I know that man lives on Baseball Reference and FanGraphs. He struggled with enjoying it one of the few good memories he had with his dad was watching games on the TV together, but he had an ex who got him back into it, and now he's a Dodgers fan. He's telling Buck all about Shohei Ohtani and how he is potentially the greatest baseball player to ever live. Buck is charmed. He's never been to a baseball game before but loves the idea of them, and immediately grabs crackerjack and peanuts because they're classic. Between innings, they end up on the kiss cam, and Buck leans in to kiss Tommy, happy and grinning and proud. 3. Clubbing - Buck never got his dance at the wedding, and he is going to dance with Tommy. It's not the same kind of dancing, but this is even better; he can hold Tommy as close as he wants and not worry about who might be watching them. Buck's been to a gay club before, but always an ally - "Thought you were still my ally, Evan?" - and not since he's started dating Tommy. Tommy isn't huge on clubbing, but he's got a couple favorite spots he goes to occasionally. The club's busy, and they're already touching, squished side-to-side, when they're getting drinks. Then it's out to the dance floor, and they spend hours out there (with a few trips to the bar in between), hands roaming, yelling into each other's ears to be heard over the music. By the time they leave they're both drunk and giggling, their ears ringing, and they tumble together from the Uber into Tommy's bed.

[quietblueriver]

Another prompt!

On the edge of consciousness

Quick thing #5.

In which Bea suffers a minor injury and Ava has some trouble dealing. All fluff. Very silly. Thanks for the prompt! :)

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Ava’s exhausted by the time the van rolls back into Cat’s Cradle. She and Dora had taken six of the newly-official sisters to follow up on reports of some strange behavior in a town in rural France. Ava was hoping they’d find a whole lot of nothing and more than a little wine. What they actually found was eight wraiths and one fun new demon who had hurled himself through one of the cracks that had started appearing after Ava left, apparently a side effect of Adriel yanking Reya into this world, even though she only stayed for like 5 minutes.

It was quite an initiation for the newbies, who did really well all things considered. The whole deal is to make sure they can do this kind of shit without her, because Ava wants to be able to step away from demon-slaying every once in a while to travel the world with her curious, hot, polyglot girlfriend. She’s a teacher now, or whatever, so she didn’t just let loose with the halo when she got annoyed. Instead, she stood there and called out instructions and warnings and made sure none of the babies got maimed or worse and that they didn’t maim or worse any of the possessed. Quite a few halo interventions in the end, but they’re learning.

And the wraiths would have been enough, but of course there was the demon, a real asshole who at one point started sprouting and flinging weird spikes from his back. Ava did a lot of shield throwing and yelling and worked very hard not to intervene unless absolutely necessary. They got him down, in the end, and she finished the job. She’s physically fine but she’s mentally done—she needs sleep and Beatrice. Beatrice, mostly.

They haven’t spoken in three days, which isn’t unusual, unfortunately, but she always hates it. Occasional texts are sometimes the best they can do and she’d sent a few while Dora was driving but hadn’t heard back. Again, not unusual. Bea hates her phone even if she loves Ava (and she does, which she makes clear all the time to everyone and which Ava feels incredibly smug about, thanks) and she’s busy right now with training newbies.

Ava is looking forward to hunting her down in the yard, engaging in only a moderate amount of PDA because “I need them to be able to look me in the eye, Ava, please," and then sleeping for at least 12 hours.

Ava’s hauling her duffel from the back, the rest of the team shuffling inside, when she notices Cam, waiting nearby and fidgeting with her hands, her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Cam?”

Camila…flinches? at Ava’s voice and Ava doesn’t like that one bit. She swings the duffel over her shoulder and walks toward her, frowning.

“Hi, Ava. Welcome home.”

Her voice isn’t peak happy Cam but she’s not upset. Still. “What’s wrong?”

Camila sighs, meets Ava’s eyes. “Okay, most importantly, everyone is fine.” Ava’s heart rate spikes immediately, the halo humming to life. “There was a bit of an accident.”

Ava stares expectantly at her, heart pounding and halo charged, and Camila winces.

“Beatrice was involved.” Seeing Ava’s face, she says again, loudly, “She’s fine! She will be fine! She is in the infirmary and everything is…”

Ava’s off before Camila can finish, dropping her duffel and phasing through the first of the walls between her and the infirmary doors. She has the layout of Cat’s Cradle memorized at this point, after eight months of living here and training here and wandering the hallways when she has nightmares and manages to sneak out without waking Bea, so she has a pretty good idea of where she’s going—straight back and to the right.

She’s barely bothering to let her body fully constitute again, catches two sisters in one of the hallways by surprise and hears a “Holy Father!” before she bleeds through a storage room and turns right down another hall to find herself, finally, at the infirmary doors.

She sees Beatrice propped up in the second bed, privacy curtains mostly open, holding a well-worn copy of The Oresteia, because of course she is, a bandage where an IV line would be on the back of her hand. Her other arm is in a sling, a wrap peeking out from the neckline of the loose gray sweater she’s wearing. She’s awake. She’s sitting up. She has a book. Ava is so relieved she nearly cries.

Beatrice startles obviously when Ava phases through the last door between them, and Ava knows she must be incredibly tired or incredibly stoned or both, maybe, to react that obviously. When she turns her head to face Ava fully, Ava’s jaw clenches tight and she starts forward immediately. The left side of Bea’s face is battered, covered in scrapes and rubbed raw in spots.

Bea seems unbothered, smiling dopily and letting the book fall closed and into her lap so that she can wave excitedly, moving her whole upper body in concert with her hand. She stops the motion quickly, flinching and staring down at her torso like it had broken a promise, brow furrowed in disappointment.

Yeah, so. Stoned it is.

Bea brings her attention back to Ava and the frown disappears as she reaches out, her motion still uncoordinated but less violent. Her palm is up, fingers wiggling expectantly. It’s adorable, but Ava can’t really enjoy it right now.

“Ava! I missed you!”

Ava smiles at her, grabs the wiggling fingers gently between her own and sits on the edge of the bed, leaning over for a chaste kiss. Beatrice, uninhibited and unashamed, hums into it and sighs when they break apart, eyes fluttering and body swaying in a full Disney Princess-esque swoon. The instinct to coo at her like the precious baby duck she is fights with the ongoing panic in her chest and results in what she’s sure is a super fucking weird expression but Bea doesn’t notice or care; she’s all big brown eyes and open adoration.

“Hi, baby. I missed you, too.” She smooths a hand over Beatrice’s hair, newly shorn on the sides (a development that nearly broke Ava in the very best way), the length on top messier than Bea ever lets it be when she’s conscious and outside of their bed. Bea leans into her. “What happened here?”

She frowns, her forehead wrinkling, and Ava smooths the patch of unmarred skin with the tips of her fingers as Bea says guiltily, “Sorry I didn’t call. I didn’t want to make you worried. Just a little accident this morning.”

Ava will deal with that later. She’s not trying to get into it with sweet, stoned Beatrice about when to call. (Always, is the answer, Bea. Always fucking call. There is literally nothing more important.)

Before she can ask about what happened again, though, a flustered Camila hustles through the doors. She hovers uncertainly and then offers, weakly, “She’s okay?” The inflection lets Ava know Camila is aware of what a stupid fucking thing that is to say, but she glares at her anyway, and Camila blanches.

Ava turns back to her girlfriend and asks, resting her hand over Bea’s good one, the IV bandage tacky on her palm, “What kind of accident, gorgeous?”

Beatrice blushes, flips her hand so that she can play with Ava’s fingers, and says, incredibly nonchalantly, “We were practicing an extraction and I got hit by a car.”

Ava’s whole body tenses. The halo hums lowly.

“You got hit by a car.”

Beatrice hums, distracted by Ava’s hand, and then frowns, maybe realizing exactly how fucking awful that sounds. She looks up and adds, as though it will help, “Only a little!”

Camila sighs loudly but keeps her mouth shut.

“You got hit by a car a little.”

Ava works very hard not to lose her shit. She doesn’t want to upset Bea, and the real target for her anger, whoever hit her girlfriend with a car, isn’t in the room right now. She breathes deeply. The halo pulses the littlest bit under her skin in sympathy, still humming quietly enough that only Ava can hear it.

Beatrice offers, as if it might help, “A tap, really.”

“A tap? Beatrice.”

“No big deal. See?” She frees her good hand and uses it to wave up and down her body, flinches when the motion requires her to bend slightly and she’s definitely not making the point she wants to make. Ava catches her hand and holds it still.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re fine.”

The halo hums louder and Ava feels energy start to build under her skin, hot and itchy.

“She should recover quickly. She’s been hurt a lot worse.”

Ava snaps her head back to look at Camila, both eyebrows up and mouth open a little disbelievingly. Because yes, Bea is going to be fine, but this nonchalance? About getting hit by a car? Nope. Nope. Nope. How is Ava supposed to leave, like, ever if this is how her girlfriend and her best friend approach what looks like one step down from vehicular manslaughter? Fine. Jesus Christ.

“Gee, thanks, Cam. Have you been taking bedside manner lessons from Lilith?”

Camila blushes but Ava’s attention is quickly drawn back to Beatrice, who is nodding in agreement with Camila, or trying to. The drugs aren’t doing her any favors on that front, so the movement gets away from her, less decisive and more drowsy and drunken. The effect is something between a puppy trying to keep itself awake and Mother Superion on the rare occasions she stays for game night (or, once and memorably, karaoke) and indulges in one glass of wine too many. Like both a puppy and Superion, Bea begins to sway, eyes closing, and Ava puts a steadying hand on her uninjured shoulder. She gets a grateful smile when Beatrice settles back into the pillow.

As if sensing that she’s about to start again with her questions—which, despite what the two idiots in the room with her apparently think, are absolutely reasonable and pretty fucking chill relative to the information she has—Beatrice says, voice a slightly slurred and incredibly exaggerated mimic of the one she uses when training recruits or doing serious OCS things, “It could’ve been much worse. She wasn’t even going that fast.”

Camila groans and the halo thrums and Ava adjusts on the bed, gentle but unable to stay still any longer.

“It could’ve…” Ava splutters. “She wasn’t…she wasn’t even going that fast?”

Ava hates the word shrill. It’s misogynist as fuck and used to invalidate women’s feelings and police their tone. Bullshit. But she won’t deny that the pitch of her voice is rising higher and higher with each piece of information. She reaches for a metaphor Bea would appreciate. She’s a tea kettle about to go full whistle. She’s a tea kettle about to explode.

She takes a deep breath, counts, exhales. Does it again. Okay. Okay. It’s not helpful for her to blow up. She’s been too hard on Camila. She needs to know what happened and what Bea needs. That’s what matters.

Bea’s clearly working to keep her eyes open. New strategy. She takes the deepest breath yet, presses a very soft kiss to Beatrice’s uninjured knuckles, Bea humming and closing her eyes fully.

“Sleep, baby. I’m just going to talk to Cam. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” Sleepy brown eyes blink open at her and she’s nearly pouting and Ava’s got a whole lot of feelings right now, but love pushes to the top easy, easy, easy when she looks at Bea.

“Promise.”

Her voice is calm even if it is still much higher than normal as she looks to Cam and asks, “What happened?”

Camila steps closer, hesitant, and Ava consciously works to relax her shoulders. She says, standing and reaching to pull Camila into a hug, “Sorry I was a bitch. I’m,” she glances at Beatrice, whose eyes are closed again, “I had to take care of all of the baby nuns and I’m a little exhausted and it’s Bea and I just…”

Cam hugs her tighter and wipes a tear from Ava’s cheek. She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying. She’s fucking tired.

“I understand. It��s okay.”

Beatrice makes a soft noise, and Cam smiles at her fondly. “They gave her more medicine just before you got back. I’m honestly surprised she’s still awake.”

“Mmm.” Ava steps back a little and shakes it out, folds her shoulders back.

“It really was an accident. Beatrice was helping a novice in a drill with a moving extraction, and the driver was a little overeager, and, well, Beatrice got knocked back with some force. She dislocated her shoulder and has some nasty road rash, but, as you can see, they’ve given her medication, and she should recover relatively quickly.” Camila bites her lip for a moment. “I promise she’s okay, Ava. I would’ve called you immediately if anything serious had happened. I’ll always call, even if Beatrice won’t.”

She uncoils a bit more. She knows it’s true. There’s no way that Cam wouldn’t call her or send Lilith to come get her, if things got really bad.

A tiny, sleepy noise escapes Beatrice, and Ava blows out a breath, smiles at Camila. Beatrice is fine. Beatrice will be fine.

She eyes the sling and wonders how long she’ll need to wear it. Bea’s going to hate being on the bench. The newbies are going to hate it, too.

Underneath the totally reasonable anger, she feels almost bad for whoever it was who hit Bea. She’s pretty beloved, even if she won’t admit it, and it’s no secret that Ava can be a little, uh, overprotective. The kid’s probably having a rough time.

“I know we’re avoiding another Yasmine situation, but clearly there’s some work left to do on teaching the novices left to drive.”

Camila frowns and begins to respond, but they’re interrupted by the familiar hiss of Lilith’s arrival, the black wings folding behind her a ridiculous contrast with the bulging M&S bag in her hand, the top of a green Colin the Caterpillar box peeking out of the top. Ava bites back a smile. What a fucking softie.

She lets go of the glamour that she wears in public, her skin mottling with scales as she removes her sunglasses. She reels back slightly when she catches sight of Ava but recovers quickly, thrusting the bag out in front of her without a word. Ava takes it, catches sight of candy and biscuits and a tin of fancy tea.

“Thanks, Lil. She’ll be excited about these.”

Her eyes turn to her shoes, black boots identical to Bea’s favorites, says gruffly, “How’s she doing?”

“She’ll be fine.”

Camila smiles at her and Ava lifts a shoulder, moves to unload the bag on the table next to Bea’s bed. Beatrice, apparently still awake enough to notice Ava’s presence, reaches a hand out and rests it on Ava’s thigh, whispers something that Ava is almost totally sure is nonsense. She doesn’t try to decipher, kisses her cheek before before going back to her mission, rifling though the considerable stash Lilith brought and beginning to pull things out.

“You’re being much calmer about this than I anticipated.”

Ava snorts and looks up at Lilith, whose eyes are focused on the injured side of Beatrice’s face.

“Yeah, no. I lost my shit for a bit there. Cam took the brunt of it.” She turns her eyes to Camila. “Sorry again.”

There’s not enough room on the table for everything—Lilith really wasn’t fucking around—so Ava prioritizes Bea’s favorites.

“Like, I’m obviously not delighted and I’m definitely going to have a talk with Bea about when to call me, say, for example, when she gets hit by a car, but she’ll be okay.” She tucks what won’t fit on the table into the little drawer below and brushes some of Bea’s hair back. “Also, stoned Beatrice is super cute.”

Lilith’s shadow falls across Bea’s body, and Ava turns to see the sharp line of her jaw clenched, her eyes scanning Bea’s body and lingering on her shoulder.

“It really was an accident.”

It’s said absently, her voice soft as she leans even further forward to tuck a corner of Bea’s blanket a little tighter around her. Ava’s stomach swoops with fondness, and she reaches her own hand out to squeeze at Lilith’s bicep, black scales and warm skin a strange contrast on her palm.

“Yeah, Cam told me. It’s fine. I mean, someone’s getting a talk from me, because what the fuck, but…”

Ava halts at a hum from the bed. Beatrice is clearly just on the edge of consciousness, eyes straining open before fluttering closed again, words barely coherent. Barely coherent, but coherent enough.

“Don’t be mad, love. Lilith is usually a very good driver.”

[waitafrikk]

tell me about your ocs.

this has been sitting in my inbox for a month whoops

im gonna go thru the ones that i tag posts with because those are my little guys i think about most. i started writing way more than i thought so ill put it here. youre all legally obligated to read tho (/j)

Lowell croft - an archeology student (kinda) with a healthy concoction of anxiety disorders due to Things. (my CoC group follows me so i wont be spoiling this but https://toyhou.se/28505595.lowell-croft if youre not in my group you can read all about him here). he also has a real bad smoking addiction but thats what happens when youre born before the invention of anxiety medication.

Cam nette - French 😥. Museum curator and cellist. Due to a traumatic event (king in yellow moment, seeing the pallid mask) cam lost his memories. He was Camilla from the king in yellow. He also got possessed? kinda? by a demon and his name is actually Camio. i played this entire several month long game with no knowledge of any of this it was so good. throughout the game his priority was mainly finding his sister (Cassilda) but this changed in the finale due to finally finding his partner.

his partner was his psychologist dont. worry about it. he tried to kill him accidentally a few times but also dont worry about that either. the playlist i have for him is 10 hours long <3333. he makes me unwell! He was also indefinitely insane for most of this game.

Amber Watts - ok so thats not their name atm but i need to keep the tag consistent. AW is a changeling! he is currently going by the name Arcas O'Reilly and is now the brother of Anfie O'Reilly (@galaxyofender hii). AW has chronic dnd dead parent syndrome (all my fault) (wait no one of them was THE DM ILL GET TO IT)

their parents died when they were ~16 due to illness and they left for another city with their brother, somchai. This city is heavily anti-fey, and AW spent this time as amelia wattana. In this city, she met Aster Rush and was normal and heterosexual about her. She also met Erdene Damir, and spent the short time there as a blacksmiths apprentice. Erdene was essentially her extra parental figure.

Somchai was murdered by an antifey group found in this area, not bc he was fey but simply bc it became known that AW was. a preventative measure essentially. Aster and Amelia fled, now Amber Watts. At this point, Amber becomes a Vengeance paladin for obvious reasons. also she was 19 at this point she should have been at the club!

They went around a while, before separating and Amber now going as Ander Wyatt, where he spent a year as a private investigator working with Rowan Woods. After this, Ander joins the part as Amber Watts again. this is where the campaign begins. we travel around and im not explaining the plot bc theres almost a years worth of. stuff.

basically where we are rn, Amber is Arcas and Erdene died of a plague we were trying to cure. the party returned to the city Amelia used to live in. Arcas has terminal teenage boy syndrome and i tried to make him a little edgier but also hes just a little guuuyyyy

you can read stuff here also! (i dont think theres any spoilers for my group, other than AWs true form)

IH ALSO THEIR PLAYLIST IS 12HRS 30 MINS LONG LMAO

in order: Amber watts, ander wyatt, amelia wattana, arcas o'reilly. they havent shown their true form to anyone yet, its still technmically a spoiler i guess

[edit bc i forgot!!! about tantalum!!!]

Tantalum Hythenos - A dunamancy wizard who is in blightshore to research the weird fucked up magic! most of my group follows me here too so https://toyhou.se/27329236.tantalum-hythenos you can read about him here :D

he's a noble and keeps getting robbed :( he also has a familiar cat called Voes (viscera of our enemy spiders)

these are the main 4 but i think ive done a few oothers

guy mann and buster samson - private detectives. busters dead and guys existence is questionable (he's related to what happened in the cam nette game.) https://toyhou.se/22588826.guy-mann read about guy here

Kipper atwater - my first ever CoC character. Hes a drag queen (Ms. Julia Verte) oceanographer. he and his boyfriend maxie are dead </3

Nate blau / blood worth bottling - im pretty sure ive tagged nate in something? this is my vampire story im working on. Nate gets turned into a vampire and starts going thru it.

for this you get a snippet of the writing <3

ty for asking luny <33 i have way more you can read about on my toyhouse that i linked but these are the ones im the most unwell about

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Code + Customs

Life in the Dark Forest is rather different from that of the typical Clan life. So why not explore the rules and customs?

Note: a major different between DF and Clan life is that Clan laws are enforced and, well, LAWS, whereas 'rules' in the DF or more things that are generally agreed-upon, but cannot be 'broken,' in the sense that a code can be broken. However, consequences can still follow. For example, it's well agreed upon that kits are not to be harmed. If someone goes against this, they will still face consequences in that someone will beat their ass up.

In this post, I will still refer to these general agreements as 'rules' for simplicity's sake.

Wide-Spread Rules

--As stated above, kits and apprentices are not to be harmed physically, emotionally, or in any other sense.

--Do not attack cats with leaf-wrap collars. They are working medicine cats and are useful.

Wide-Spread Customs

Ceremonies

--A parent (or both) must go to a still-working leader if they wish for said leader to conduct the ceremonies for their kits.

--Before an apprentice ceremony, the leader, both/all parents (or the one if they are raising their kit alone), and Fungichomp (if the kit was raised inside the Daycare) must agree that the chosen mentor is suitable. The mentor can be someone already close to the kit, such as kin. The mentor must agree as well.

--A mentor may be watched or joined by more trusted cats to ensure the apprentice's safety.

--A ceremony does not have to be necessary for a kit to become an apprentice or an apprentice to become a warrior, however it is typical for those who want their new name and rank to feal more 'real.'

--Leaders typically mark warriors they name with a symbolic scar. It is up to the receiver if they wish to receive this scar and where it is placed (these may range depending on who the leader is).

--Due to the mass population, not everyone attends ceremonies. Only cats that are family, friends, or the planned mentor usually attend, however onlookers are welcome.

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Names

--Due to the vast population of the Dark Forest and lack of borders for territories, cats have come to add specific words to the ends of their names.

For example: Alderstar and his family live in the Eye-Out Thorns. Due to this, they would be refferred to as [name]-Eye-Out, such as Alder-Eye-Out.

This is typically used when being introduced or talked about to someone who does not already know the cat or family well, otherwise they are simply refferred to by there name.

--As well, some families have chosen to keep a certain theme.

For example: someone named Hawktree becomes mate with someone named Honeyfinch. They both have bird-related names, and therefore will name their kits Sparrowkit, Kitekit, or Eaglekit.

To go further, say that Honeyfinch's name was instead Twigfinch. Then they and their mate both have bird AND plant-related names. In this case, the full names of their kits could be Sparrowfern, Kitebush, or Eaglebranch. Here, the prefixs and suffixes are interchangeable.

For Your Safety

These are things that aren't necessarily rules, much less in the sense that the above are 'rules,' but are instead things most know or agree on to be the case in order to ensure one's health.

To better distinguish, the above 'rules' are what is agreed upon as a general society. This part lists what is agreed upon for the individual's sake.

--Do not harm kits or young apprentices. You will be harmed in turn (Or as Cam put it, 'hit kit, eat shit').

--Do not travel through unfamiliar territory without a trusted escort that knows the way, you may never make it out.

--If you find yourself walking into the same place again and again, keep walking forward. Don't make any turns. You will make it out eventually.

--Walk slow in the fog, and watch your every step. A cliff could be anywhere.

--Do not enter the black waters. It is near impossible to get free of the sucking mud hidden beneath, and you will either be held below, or will become so exhausted from trying to get free that you will no longer be able to hold your head above the surface.

--Do not go immediately from The Brumal to The Torrid, or vice versa. Your body will not be able to handle the instant change in temperature and go into shock. If you are in one and need to enter the other, either circle around or inch forward by the day.

--Cats in the Seamlands are best to be avoided. Do not enter the territory, and do not have kits with a tom named Webstripe unless you do not care if he is not part of their lives.

--If Myrtlewing Eye-Out takes a sudden, intense interest in your well-being, he is lying (--by Lampreypelt).

--Do not enter The Sward (--by Perchclaw).

--Don’t sit too close to especially big cats, they can sit down and squidge you by accident (--by Avery).

—Do not make fun of dark kits or cats with deformities. This is a quick and easy way to learn the color of your innards (--by Wormtongue).

--If Wormtongue talks to you and he insults you one too many times, you are allowed to beat his ass without punishment (--by Mudpatch).

—When approaching an elder, it is generally a good idea to be polite. They’ve survived this long in the Dark forest for a reason (-- by Possumpuddle).

--Do not steal toys or comfort items (--by Mellowtooth).

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Feel free to suggest more!

[benefits1986]

2024 Shot List

When in doubt, let the light and shadow guide you to just shoot from the hip.

Since I'd be hunting down my dream film cam + prime lens in Japan (yiiii) and learning the lessons in and out of the dark room, here's my 2024 shot list. If things go as planned, this shot list will start in 2024 Q1. Abangan! -Bats 2024 x first sunrise and sunset -Tiny Manila Home with zee babies -BGC morning, lunch, late afternoon and at night -MatchME's first 100 KM -My baby bro's kiddos at play -Dad goes biking, hiking, swimming, and more -BTS of side hustles -Officemates portraits for MST in BnW -Plant visits :) -Ricky Lee and friends in his home -Binondo super early mornings -Intramuros at night -UPDi Ikot and Toki set -Mom's hometown -My anak-anakan's candied and candid portraits -Makati Weekend Market -Little Tokyo Trails -The Wizards and Witches of Oz -Miss Saigon in MNL -Dad x Tito Eu in Merlion City -Mother dragon's eternal home -Iloilo-Guimaras-Danj-Punta Bulata trip -Self portraits -Tags-Silang-Bats -Cats of BGC -Dogs of BGC -No Face of BGC -Secret Safe Spaces of BGC -BGC Laylayan ng Lipunan -Travel Buddies "Revenge" Travel BTS -Sleepy town of ina on Holy Week -Maginhawa and Beyond -Birthday trip to somewhere I still don't know -Portraits of Portraits -Landscapes of Landscapes -Sedated South, North, East and West -Holiday 2024 -Midyear 2024 -2024 YE Countdown -MRT-LRT-P2P

A bit of snippet for the planned Japan trip because I'm anticipating the result of the visa very, very soon: -Harry Potter set :D -More Harry Potter sets -More, more, more Harry Potter sets -Ink from inception to conception -Japan-Manila pabalik home -Hidden streets and alleys -Jazz nights -Early morning -Biking spots :) :) :) -Train stations -More train stations -Erotica -Realities of sushi -Matcha culture -The New Breed in the Dying Land of the Rising Sun -Old meets new -New meets old -Mt. Fuji x Full Moon (gah... most likely need a makeshift tripod for this and not expecting to get this pitik because long exposure is not my cup of matcha) -Beer, wine, coffee subcult -Kids of Japan -Quirks, quirks, quirks -Travel buddies bustling through life -Anime locations I still don't know if I can squeeze in, honestly Will edit this list because obviously, my stay there would be shorter than what I'd like; but, once you go Jap, you should go back, right? Eto ang challenge ng dreams turned realities e. 'Yung sabi kong once in my life, parang naging goal na siya to come back kasi andaming prefectures talagang putok na putok. Hihihihihihihi.

So, off to hunt down a good number of films and also learning how to change films, because we don't want to not having those shots. LOL. So help me, universe. But, first, labada muna! Let's go.

[the-yoru-whoru]

Streamer reader x Yandere Omen | Valorant protocol doesn’t exist in this au | omen’s physical appearance is unspecified in this as well | reader is super chill and sleepy and plays animal crossing | obsessed / simp / stalker Omen | idk I feel like this is funny cause some streamer stans really be acting like this ( as in they both pretend to worship and control everything about their favs at the same time lmao ) | two endings, one normal one n*fw lol | going to write about Phoenix next cause I never write about him lol

Omen finds your stream out of pure luck.

He doesn’t usually go on twitch, he prefers watching those funny cat videos on YouTube when he has the chance between work.

But there were only so many cute videos of cats he could watch before he started wondering about other content.

Living alone got…isolating at times. He’d find himself aimlessly following the same routine day after day, heading to work with his head down, coming back only when it was dark out, his apartment always cold and empty.

He made enough to live comfortably and then some; but he had no desire to travel, no family to spoil and no interests besides knitting, which was already fairly inexpensive.

Twitch was difficult to navigate at first. He clicked on streams and tried not to cringe at how loud people would be talking, or the violent games they were playing. Chat often sped by, their words blurring together and speech riddled with terms he didn’t know.

He found out that streams with too many viewers were too much for him.

You had a fair amount of viewers.

He’d clicked on your thumbnail by accident while he was going through the animal crossing category. He’d often played the game himself, and found it relaxed him most of the time.

The first thing Omen noticed was your appearance.

Your hair was tussled in a neat little way, strands sticking up as if you had just rolled out of bed.

The sweater you wore was adorably oversized, the thick fabric swallowing you in its folds.

And you had the most attractive face he’d ever seen, from your pretty mouth curved up into a small smile, to your drowsy eyes, half-lidded as if fighting to stay awake.

Your voice was soft, but the mic picked it up easily. There was a slight raspiness to your voice, a calmness that he felt rock through his body and to his core.

For a moment, Omen felt like this must be what love at first sight feels like.

Until his fingers hit the screen where your face cam is. Then he remembers he’s watching a stream.

You’re still talking softly, giggling lightly at some comments in chat. His eyes are glued to you.

Before he knows it an hour has gone by and all he’d done was watch you.

You were doing an assortment of things; fishing, decorating, farming. All the while you talked in that maddening way, face flushing at certain comments, or small hands coming up to rub at your eyes tiredly.

Omen felt like he could see the appeal of twitch now.

Watching you play was both calming and exhilarating in a strange way.

He could feel his back cramp with how long he’d been crouched over his laptop, drinking in every movement and sound you made.

So he moved to the bed, watching you play till 3 in the morning, when after your 6th yawn in a row where you reluctantly told stream you had to end, thanking everyone who came and spoke in chat, as well as the lurkers who supported the stream just by watching.

The screen went blank, the word “offline” filling the screen.

He stared at it blankly, trying to process what had just happened.

Glancing at the clock, he almost recoiled in shock at how much time had gone by. He hadn’t eaten dinner yet, he hadn’t done laundry, he hadn’t cleaned up, he hadn’t even used the bathroom and taken a shower yet.

Dazed, he fixed himself a quick meal and got ready for bed hastily, lying down and looking up at the ceiling in wonder.

Maybe next time you streamed he’d talk in chat.

Omen settled into bed again, propping some pillows against the headboard, and leaning back. He was on top of his covers with his laptop in his lap, the screen brightly lit. He glanced at the clock. 7:56. Your stream should be starting in a few minutes. He refreshed your twitch page again out of anticipation. There was still a plate on his side table, he’d quickly eaten a slice of bread for dinner, and his work clothes lay wrinkled on the ground.

Finally, after what felt like ages, you were live. He quickly clicked on the stream, raising the volume and letting your voice ring through his empty apartment. You had gotten more popular since he’d first saw you, now chat flew by quickly, and viewers shot up as soon as you went live. For some reason he couldn’t help but feel unhappy about that.

“Hi guys!” You were unusually energetic today, “How’s everyone’s afternoon been?”

There was a slight pause as chat filled with good’s and bad’s. He could see your eyes tracking the chat, as if waiting for something. Maybe he was imaging it, but he’d like to think you were waiting for his response specifically. He quickly typed out his answer, fingers quivering above the keyboard.

*tired, but trying to relax*

Almost immediately you nodded in sympathy, making a small noise of acknowledge. Omen’s heart skipped a beat. Did you read his response? Chat was moving so fast; was that just a coincidence? It couldn’t be.

“Well, I’m sorry if anyone had a bad day today, I also didn’t have the best day but…” Omen‘s hand flew to the donation button before you could even finish, “At least now I get to play games all night!”

His donation popped up in the corner of the screen.

*iheartcats donated 50$ : sorry that you had a bad day as well. hope tomorrow is better.

He watched your eyes flick to the text, widening adorably as usual, “Wow, thank you for the 50$ Iheartcats!”

You paused to read his message quickly, “Aww, that’s really sweet, I really do appreciate your support, dude. That’s so nice of you.”

Omen tried not to squeeze his laptop too tightly under his grip.

Tonight you were playing Stardew.

He always appreciated how you played those kinds of games; peaceful, domestic, calm. Games that didn’t stress him out or trigger him in anyway. The music would always be something repetitive and comforting, and there were never jump scares either.

Although he didn’t often watch the gameplay. Most of the time his gaze was on you, staring longingly at those plush lips of yours, and watching your every move. It all seemed so adorable, so flawless. He knew that it was impossible for a person to do no wrong, but it often seemed perfection like you was too good for this world.

A delicate hand came to rest on your chin as you contemplated what to respond to some character prompt for friendship points, “I don’t know what to say here guys… I’ve gotten this far but I don’t wanna mess up my points.”

He watched you sigh and hover over the options again.

Omen suddenly had an idea. He quickly searched up the character route and the correct answers. An excited anticipation rising inside of him, he clicked on the donation button yet again, quickly typing out his message and linking his credit card.

*iheartcats donated 100$ : correct response should be the last one.

He watched you blink at the screen curiously as you read it, before realization settled in.

You shift uncomfortably in the camera, and he could see you bite your lip anxiously, “Thank you for the donation, I do really love the support, but you don’t need to spoil the answers, I think finding them out ourselves is what makes it’s fun!”

Omen felt his heart sink in his chest. He didn’t know what to do. He’d been donating so much, and you still treated him like everyone else, like you were putting some kind of distance between you two. All he wanted was to be able to talk to you, for you to acknowledge his existence with more then a small thanks. And now it’s even backfired on him; you didn’t like that he’d spoiled the answer.

“Fuck…” He mumbled out loud, gaze quickly darting from the gameplay to your face again.

He loved watching you play. It was the one thing he could look forward to in his grey life. He felt like he could be satisfied just watching you and supporting you forever. You deserved the new viewers and new sponsors and donations and admiration. It was something you earned and you didn’t owe anyone special treatment or value.

Then why…why did he feel so pissed off?

Omen couldn’t stop gripping the laptop, the metal creaking slowly under the pressure. He could feel the darkness creeping in again, the walls he’d put up to keep them at bay slowly cracking and letting it in like poison gas.

He only wanted to help. He was your number one fan. He showed up to every stream, donated generous amounts of money, followed and commented on all your social media, and even bought the limited amount of merchandise you put on sale. He was always in chat, always first to click on your videos, the first to find out about you before you blew up.

You were back to playing, and he felt a bitter stab in his chest when you cheerfully thanked someone else for a donation, giving an almost identical response to their donation as you did for his. This was bullshit.

Before he could think he was keying in another donation.

*iheartcats donated 1000$ : why won’t you notice me

Omen saw you glance at it. He could barely hear your voice over the thumping in his chest, the blooming hope that maybe now you’d say something different, that you would at least acknowledge him with more then a quick thanks.

Instead, your face barely changed, the only giveaway that you even saw his message was your mouth twitching into a frown. Your shoulders hunched over, as if uncomfortable, and suddenly he felt like he’d done something incredibly wrong.

Your stream suddenly froze. Omen panicked, cursor immediately going to the refresh button to reset his browser. But the small message that popped up made him freeze.

You…you banned him? No, this had to be a mistake. Omen refreshed the page over and over, finger smashing the laptop so hard that the screen began to glitch at the edges, greens and blacks creeping in from the sides. He pulled himself out of bed and snatched his computer, unable to stop the pure anger seeping through him.

“Really?? After all I did for her? She’s gonna fucking ban me??” He growled out between gritted teeth, before flinging his computer to the wall, ignoring the loud bang it made before sliding to the floor, screen finally turning black. He stood there for moment, breath heavy and body slightly trembling. He could taste bile in the back of his throat, and he suppressed to urge to break another expensive item.

No. This wasn’t fair.

Omen pulled out his luckily intact phone from his pocket, and quickly punched in the number.

“Hello? Yeah, Cypher listen.” He glanced back at his destroyed laptop on the ground, “ I need your help.”

- one ending : Omen goes to Cypher and gets his computer fixed 👍

N*fw ending below non con warning

You blearily opened your eyes, mind still foggy with sleep. Yawning, you turned over in your bed, glancing outside your window. It was the middle of the night, and you could see the moon in the clear dark sky. Absentmindedly, you thought about how pretty it was.

You tried to fall back asleep, but your throat was uncomfortably dry from talking so much earlier, so you reluctantly rolled out of bed, slowly walking past your streaming station and towards the kitchen.

The floor was strangely cold against your bare feet, and you looked around confusedly. Weird; your window was open. You didn’t remember opening it, but you don’t remember closing it either. Shrugging, you quickly shut the window and locked it, shivering from the night time breeze.

Quickening at the thought of your warm bed, you poured yourself a cup of water, gulping down the liquid quickly and wiping the excess off with your sleeve. But something felt off. You turned around, looking around your home. The kitchen was attached to the living room, and as far as you could tell it was empty. You hadn’t bothered turning on the lights as the moon outside was bright enough to dimly brighten your path, but still; the long shadows across the floor were creeping you out, and it was eerily quiet. You took a step backwards, cup wobbling in your hand.

Suddenly you backed into something hard and firm.

“Mhm—!” You didn’t have time to scream before a heavy hand slid over your mouth, holding down hard as to not let a sound out. Your cup slips out of your grasp and shatters on the floor.

You struggle against your assailant for a few moments, pulling desperately at his forearm, kicking back at his figure. But he didn’t even budge. You feel your feet scrape against the broken glass, sharp stings of pain barely registering in your state of terror.

Your assailant caught one of your flailing fists, easily taking hold of your wrist in one hand.

“Scream and I break your wrist,” He said quietly.

You stopped moving, a chill going down your spine. His voice was incredibly deep, he didn’t even sound human. There was an unnatural rumble in his tone, a strange brokenness in his intonation. But the threat was there and clear. Even now you could feel your wrist bruise under what must be a mere squeeze for him. You had no doubt he could easily snap it.

“Nod if you understand,” He whispered.

After a moments pause, you shakily nodded, tears already streaming down your face. The hand covering your mouth slowly released.

You resisted the urge to cry out for help. He leaned over you, hot breath brushing against the side of your face. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was tall, if the long shadow casted over you was any indication.

“Do you know who I am?” He asks you, voice ragged, “Think carefully.”

His form shifts behind you, and you can’t help the sob that escapes your chest, fear coursing through your body.

“I-I don’t know! Please just—” You shriek when he picks you up effortlessly.

He carries you to your room and you feel lightheaded as he puts you down none too gently on your streaming chair.

“Here,” He grunts, “A clue.”

You are finally able to glance up at him. His face is covered by a shadow so you can’t make out any of his features, but you can tell his body is built even from under his sweater, and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal forearms that are thick and sturdy.

Trembling, you look away from him. He’s sat you at your streaming station. You’re not stupid, you know what this means.

“You watch me stream, r-right?” You say carefully.

He nods.

“So…” You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, staring at the black screen of your monitor as if it would help you, “You’re a fan?”

It’s almost amusing when he nods solemnly, “Big fan.”

You wracked your mind. You could only think of one person.

“Iheartcats?” You say questioningly.

You’re startled when he swivels your chair to himself, leaning down excitedly, “Yes! Yes, that’s me!”

He shakes you by your shoulders lightly, and you’re unsettled by the sudden mood change.

You give him a crooked smile, “G-great! I’m glad you enjoy t-the streams!”

His shoulders sag, “But you banned me.”

Your blood goes cold again, “I-I’m sorry about that.”

He falls quiet, and you feel uneasy as you wait for his next move. You want to dart to your phone and call for help, but you don’t think you could get to it before he stops you.

“My name is Omen,” He breaks the silence with a sudden polite introduction.

“I’m Y/N.” You tell him shakily, even though you know he already knows that.

After a pause, he pulls away from you and starts pacing the room, muttering intensely to himself. You can only watch him as he takes heavy steps from one side of your bedroom to the other, presence large and unwelcoming in what should be your safe space.

“W-what do you want from me?” You finally ask, unable to keep waiting in this tense anticipation for him to do something.

He stops and turns to you, “That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” Omen admits, “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long, but now that I have done so I find that… it’s not enough.”

You recoil back.

Omen enters your space again, hot breath making you feel dizzy, “I want you to thank me. For being your number one supporter. I deserve that, at least.”

You open your mouth to quickly give him thanks so he’ll be satisfied, but he shakes his head dismissively.

“No, not like that,” He sounded disappointed, “Just…get on the ground.”

“What?” You must’ve mishear him, “The ground?”

Impatience seeps into his voice, “Yes. On your knees.”

Confused, you slowly sink out of your chair and to the floor, sitting on your knees and leaning back onto your heels. It’s only when he comes to stand in front of you do you realize what he wants.

“No! No way, just leave me alone—”

You try to get up but he shoves you back down, hands going to rest of your shoulders, the warning behind them clear.

You try to reason with him, “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? Please, I’ll unban you, I’ll talk to you, whatever you want, okay?”

He ignores you, unzipping his pants and already pulling his hard cock out. You try pulling away, but one of his hand grips at you tightly, holding you in place. The tip of his dick brushes against your cheek.

“Please!” You sob desperately.

Omen looks down at you, face still shrouded in darkness, “You are so pretty.”

You don’t reply, hiccuping through your tears.

His next words sound deranged, “I love you so much, I t’s driving me insane. I want to know everything about you, want to see you in every position, to worship and sacrifice my life to you. I thought that I would be happy being nothing to you, being barely anything but a fleeting thought in your mind if only you were to notice and acknowledge me for a few mere seconds. I thought that being nothing but your fan would be enough to fill my mundane life with something as perfect as you. ”

“But now, seeing you like this, kneeling before me,” Omen’s rasps, “I think I like this better.”

You open your mouth to call him insane but he quickly shoves his length into your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag.

His hand grips at your hair tightly, making you since, “Don’t you dare bite down.” He warns you before he starts sloppily thrusting into your warmth.

You try your best to accommodate him, stretching your jaw until you’re aching, but he just gazes down at you, breathing heavily and taking in the sight. You could only imagine what he sees; you struggling on his cock, face red and eyes puffy from crying, mouth barely able to open around him. Omen looked terrifying, the glowing moonlight behind him making him look akin to a monster. You didn’t know if it was the shadows, but the skin of his hands looked pitch black, and from what you could see, the skin of his pelvis did as well.

But you didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought before he was easing his cock into your throat, your nose pressed up against his pelvis. You struggled to breath, eyes widening in panic.

“Relax,” He groaned out, voice thick with bliss, “Relax your throat, sweetheart.”

You want to push him off of you, to bite down and hear him be in pain. But the repercussions scare you too much, and you’re too much of a coward to fight back.

He seems pent up; it’s not long before he’s speeding up, your gagging sounds only spurring him on.

“God, you feel so good!” His gravely voice cracks, desperation seeping into the seams, “I love you so much, holy shit. You’re the only thing I can think about everyday of my pathetic life. Fuck, you’re so perfect—” He cuts himself off with a moan.

His breath goes ragged, and then you feel his hot load fill your mouth, the thick liquid rolling down your throat uncomfortably. Omen holds you there for a few seconds, his chest heaving with his orgasm. Then he pulls out of your sore mouth, hand slowly releasing your hair as well.

You cough and sputter, stray cum dripping down your face and vision blurred from the tears in your eyes.

Omen quickly puts his softening cock away and then bends down to your level. In the back of your mind you almost find it endearing when he attempts to wipe away his seed from your chin, thick fingers gentle as if in apology.

“I,” his rumbling voice turns sincere, “I really meant everything I said. I really do love you.”

You don’t want to respond to him. You turn your face from his concerned gaze, not caring how childish it seemed. He sighed tiredly.

“It’s alright if you see upset. I’m just…” Omen pats you on your head awkwardly, “I’m happy you’re finally noticing me.”

Even when you don’t respond he doesn’t stop stroking your hair adoringly.

“Plus, now I can watch your streams in real life. Isn’t that neat?”

[pillage-and-lute]

Hi, this is a Monday Evening Prompt: How about Jaskier coming to Kaer Morhen and bringing little presents for all the wolves? Could be his first visit or not. Have a nice evening!

Hi Petrificustotaluss! I really did some worldbuilding here.

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Geralt could smell the anxiety rolling off of Jaskier in waves all the way up to Kaer Morhen. The bard was practically vibrating out of his travel cloak. On the few stops on their way up the mountain he didn’t sing, choosing instead to pluck repetitive tunes on his lute. 

Their last stop before the keep was in a cave, long used by witchers returning home. This last haven before home always brought out something deep and maybe even proud in Geralt’s chest. 

The cave was not large, but deep enough that the weather didn’t permeate. Geralt lead Roach to the back, where centuries of hooves had worn a groove, and threw her blanket over her. Jaskier rubbed her nose affectionately, looking around in wonder, despite the fading light.

Geralt began setting a fire in the ring of stones left behind by one of his brothers. Two slashes were carved into the side of a larger stone. Lambert then, a sign left for whichever of his brothers cam behind.

Fire flared and Jaskier gasped. Every witcher who had stayed in the cave, since its presence had been discovered, had carved their name into the wall. Jaskier stepped immediately to the back of the cave, tracing names almost worn away with trembling hands. 

Geralt took his hand and guided his fingertips and his feet closer to the mouth of the cave. Jaskier brushed his thumb over the V in Vesemir. 

“Your name...?”

Geralt found it for him.

“I couldn’t read yet,” he whispered, when he found the marks he sought. “You know how the letters switch in my mind. Eskel told me what to carve.” 

The names were right next to one another and Jaskier pressed one hand against them, as if he was trying to reach into the past. 

“Lambert’s is here,” Geralt said, voice almost a whisper. It felt appropriate here. 

Jaskier traced it gently, too. 

They sat down to eat without much talking, unusual for the bard, but this much history could be oppressive for anyone. There were drawings among the names and Jaskier kept glancing at them. 

After dinner they huddled together, backs against one of the walls.

“That one,” Geralt said, pointing to the back of the cave, “That’s the first version of the wolf on my medallion.” He had smelled the anxiety rising on Jaskier’s scent again, and hoped talking could keep it at bay. 

“There,” he pointed again. “That’s Gawain of Ymlac’s  name, almost faded. He’s famous, bards wrote about his fight with a knight, Bertilak the Green.”

“I know the story,” Jaskier said, eyes wide. “But the way it’s always told, Gawain is a knight.”

Geralt shook his head. “Gawain was considered one of the best of us, but he was no knight. Bertilak visited here too, but he could not write, few could in those days.”

“So his name isn’t here?” Jaskier sounded disappointed.

“It is, the rough carving of the tree, beneath Gawain’s name, is his. It was the sigil on his shield.”

Jaskier’s eyes were so round he looked like a child at Yuletide.

“There,” Geralt pointed, “is the name of another famous visitor. I wonder if you know him.”

Jaskier stood and walked over. “Here?” he asked. “Taliesin, I’ve never heard the name, was he from another witcher school?”

“No,” Geralt said, walking to Jaskier’s side. “A sorceror and a bard. I think you would know him better by another name.” He couldn’t resist the dramatic pause. Jaskier looked up at him, hanging on his words.

“I believe they call him...” Jaskier leaned in. “Merlin.”

“Never!” Jaskier cried, hopping back. “Geralt you’re pulling my leg!”

“I am not,” Geralt said. “He wrote notes in some of the books in the library.”

Jaskier was no longer nervous, hopping about in excitement. 

“Which ones? Do you know? I have to read them all. Geralt can you think of the stories!”

Geralt chuckled. 

“This one,” he said. “Is Aiden’s signature.” It was hard to read, the rock was soft, but carving was still difficult work.

“Lambert’s friend?”

Geralt nodded. “From the cat school. I think you’ll like him.” The pair of them would probably manage to burn the keep down.

Jaskier looked around him with a stunned grin. Geralt pulled out the heavy work knife he kept at his thigh and offered it to Jaskier, hilt first.

“What?”

“Well you need to carve your name, don’t you?”

Jaskier’s eyes filled. “Really?”

“Of course, someday someone will point out the name of Jaskier, the Continent’s famous bard.”

Jaskier grinned bashfully. He sat at the wall of the cave and scratched out his name. It was slow going for a human, without magic or mutant strength, but he did. Then he began a new carving.

Geralt didn’t ask yet, but restocked the fire and waited. 

At last Jaskier pulled back, there was the carving from Geralt’s medallion, a lark, and a flower. 

Geralt felt his chest tighten, but in a warm way. 

That night, beside eachother in their bedrolls, Jaskier tossed and turned.

“Stop,” Geralt said. “Sleep, it will be alright.”

“The ground is hard,” Jaskier said. 

“They’ll like you,” Geralt said. “You’re my-” friend, he wanted to finish. The word couldn’t seem to break from between his lips. 

“Bard,” he finished lamely. “They know that, they’ll respect it.”

Jaskier gave a little twitch that was maybe a shrug under the layers of fabric.

“They’ll see what I see,” Geralt said.

“A fillingless pie?” Jaskier said jokingly. Some of the anxiety had gone, though. 

Geralt huffed. “Everyone knows the crust is the best part, anyway.”

He rolled over and went to sleep. 

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They arrived at the gates of Kaer Morhen midmorning the next day. Jaskier was looking around in awe, taking in the crumbling architecture. 

“It’s beautiful,” he whispered.

Geralt was about to respond but was tackled into a snowdrift by his younger brother.

Geralt laughed and tossed Lambert off him, only for Eskel to join the fray, the three of them scrapping and laughing, rolling about the courtyard. 

Vesemir pulled them apart by their collars. Then he nuzzled Geralt before gruffly ruffling his hair. “Welcome back, lad,” he said.

Jaskier was looking on wide-eyed, but Geralt didn’t have time to explain the odd greeting because Eskel was next. 

His brother gave him a rib shaking hug and roughly grated his cheek along Geralt’s, snuffling a little as he took in his brother’s scent. 

Lambert, still a pup, didn’t wait his turn and butted his cheek agains Geralt’s other one, then delivered a bit of a nip to Geralt’s ear. He pulled back looking a little embarrassed, but the brother’s understood, sometimes the wolf instinct was a little strong.

“Um,” Jaskier said. Four pairs of golden eyes turned to look at him.

“I’m Jaskier, Geralt’s bard...should I greet you like a wolf or....?” He stuck out his hand awkwardly.

“A handshake is fine, lad,” Vesemir said, taking the bard’s offered hand. Geralt watched Jaskier almost not wince as his fingers were, accidentally, ground together. “The wolf is just a little stonger in winter for my boys.”

Geralt noticed that Vesemir’s nostrils still flared as he took in Jaskier’s unfamiliar scent, but didn’t say anything.

Eskel and Lambert both somewhat sheepishly shook the bard’s hand. Then the little party unloaded Roach and continued into the great hall.

Jaskier gratefully warmed his hands at the fire before sitting at the table with the rest of the witchers. He began digging in his pack.

“I, uh, I brought gifts,” he said, pulling out packages. “Since I’m your guest and all.”

Vesemir huffed good naturedly “still put you to work, guest or no,” he said.

“Of course,” Jaskier said. He looked around. “I have one for Aiden too? Is he here?”

“Eavesdropping,” Lambert said. A witcher slunk around a doorway and sat next to him, not even bothering to look ashamed. He was of a leaner build than the wolves, more wiry.

Aiden extended a hand to Jaskier, who took it politely. 

“I’ve heard good things,” he purred. 

“Thank you.”

“Heard you’ve tamed Pretty Boy.”

Geralt snarled, mostly playfully.

Jaskier smiled. “I get him to take a bath once in a while, I’m not sure it counts as tame.” It got a chuckle from Aiden, and Geralt felt his sanity slipping away already as he pictured their friendship. 

“Um,” Jaskier said, proffering a package to Vesemir. The old wolf took it with a nod and pulled at the rough twine. 

“Candles,” Vesmir said, looking at the slightly misshapen lumps in front of him. Four of them, in waxed paper, and an odd color, a pale, pale green. Geralt realised it first, but Vesemir said the name before him.

“Strydwen wax,” he said approvingly. “Burns without smoke or heat. Never goes out or melts away. Thank you.” 

The ‘thank you’ was said with a resonance that Geralt had never been able to master. It sort of took up place in your chest and stayed there. Jaskier fairly glowed with it.

“For Eskel,” he said, handing another package over. 

Eskel smiled at him and pulled apart the wrapping to reveal a large, leatherbound book.

“Poetry,” Eskel said delightedly.

“Newly published by a former professor of mine,” Jaskier confirmed. Eskel examined the cover.

“You studied under Rumi?” Eskel looked impressed.

“Six semesters,” Jaskier said ruefully. “He isn’t an easygoing grader.”

The final two gifts were dispensed at the same time, and Lambert and Aiden tore into their packages to find twin daggers, balanced for combat, not throwing. 

Lambert admired the round stone set into the end. Geralt, trained in the same school, figured he was picturing bludgeoning someone with it.

“Twist it,” Jaskier suggested. Lambert gave it a go.

The stone on Aiden’s dagger glowed faintly. 

Aiden twisted his and Lamber’s glowed, both fading after a few seconds.

“To communicate?” Aiden asked.

Jaskier nodded shyly. “I thought...for when you separate on the Path.”

Lambert grinned at him, his smile all teeth. “It’s perfect, I’ll annoy him with it constantly.”

The table descended into cheerful bickering and Jaskier sat back, smiling. He looked at Geralt and a furrow laid itself on his brow.

“I should have given you a gift.”

Geralt looked at his cheerful family, thought of a song that made witchers’ lives easier like a magic spell, a companion. He thought of a cave full of stories, with his and Jaskier’s carved together.

“You have.”

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Some history notes! Because I’m a nerd! Gawain of of Ymlac and Bertilak the Green are of course a reference to the Arthurian legend of Gawain and the Green Knight. 

Taliesin is also a reference to Arthurian legend, being a famous 6th century Welsh bard, one of the first bards we know of who told the tales of Arthur (although many of the stories are based in pagan sun god myth). Over centuries, the name Taliesin sometimes appears in Arthurian legend as another sorcerer, a wise sage, a poet, a demi-godly figure, or another name for Merlin. I picture Jaskier’s story sometime much later becoming something like Taliesin’s on the Continent.

Jaskier’s former professor is  Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, a 13th century Persian poet.

Also, I couldn’t resist having our wolves greet eachother as such. It’s too cute and I’m taking this headcanon as canon. Permanently.

[creatureofmystry]

MLB x DC Universe Headcannons

I just love the idea of MLB and DC (expecially Batfam cuz Mari is such a Wayne) being in the same universe and crossing over. So one night, I just had an idea overload of different ways the Marinette would know the batfam/be a part of the DC universe. And if any of my shitty ideas somehow inspire or prompt you, then please be my guest. 😊 _

1) “Ladybugs of Past and Present”

Hippolyta, Wonder Woman’s mother, was once a previous holder of the ladybug miraculous. When Fu activated the miraculous and put them in circulation, Hippolyta could feel its magic waking back up. Knowing there must a reason for it to be out, she sent a message to her daughter. Diana searched, finding Marinette and Adrien as the present holders of the ladybug and cat miraculous. She vouched and brought them into the Young Justice program while they also made their own team, Project: Zodiac (or something like that).

[Sometime when Diana takes Marinette to meet Hippolyta]

“Great Hera, Tikki, you have not aged a day” -Hippolyta, cause she does know how to make joke. 

“And I would say the same to you” -Tikki

“Mother, you can make a laugh?” -Wonder Woman, honestly a bit confused cause her mom have never not been serious before.

And Marinette is just speechless cause she’s starstruck meeting Wonder Woman’s mom AND a previous Ladybug holder.

_

2) “Rockstar Niece”

Jagged Stone is Marinette’s Sweet Uncle J. During the summers, Jagged Stone would take Mari with him on tour. HIs summer tours are throughout America, so Mari gets to sightsee the country. Jagged’s first tour that he gets to take Mari on (5-ish), he’s also booked for the annual (for whatever reason) Wayne Summer Gala. When Marinette meets the Waynes, they are so enamoured (Dick and Tim couldn’t help it) that they tell Jagged he’s always invited as a guest, Mari of course being added to the permanent guest list too. About 6 years later, Mari is practically adopted, spending the first half of her summers with Jagged, going to the Wayne Gala, then spending the rest of her summer with the Waynes. Overtime, she figured out the secrets of the family and was there to welcome Jason back from the dead (when that happens). Anyways, now 11(-ish?) Mari meets Damian and the two become good friends… after an… impressionable first meeting.

“Tch, let me guess, you’re another one of father’s adopted strays” -Dami

“YOU MUST BE DAMIAN!!! DICK TOLD ME ABOUT YOU!!” -Marinette, who just ignores what he said for a hug.

“hiiiiiiiiissssssss” -Dami, touchy with touch

“...” sprays water in his face since he decided to act like a cat.

“I say, Master Bruce, the children are getting along quite well” -Alfred

_

3) “Pen Pals” 

Jon Kent and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are part of an international pen-pal program, starting when they were very young (maybe like 4 or 5-ish, super super young) where they told each other everything (Jon can’t just say that his older bro is a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor’s DNA, or that his dad is Superman, or that his best friend is Robin, but yea. Lois and Clark probably proofread his stuff until he’s like 9) with pictures and everything. When they’re old enough to get phones & stuff, they call, text and vid-chat along with their letters (love without blood). When Mari is maybe 9-11 (somewhere around there) she starts flying over during the summers to hangout with Jon (and his friends and big brother). While there, she meets Kon, Bat fam, and Clark (some who she already knew, some who she didn’t) & lightly hints that she knows who all they are once she figures it out (it didn’t take her long to do so). 

Now whenever she visits and is at Wayne Manor (Jon likes to have sleepovers practically every weekend) while they’re on patrol, Mari subtly messes with their minds (super subtle, they’re the world’s best detectives after all) until they finally look through the cams and see Mari giving them one of those smiles (those shit-grinning cause it’s just so hilarious how it’s gone on for so long) & and a playful wink. 

[5 seconds later]

“Mari!” “Pixie-pop!” “Angel!” “Teacup!”

“Seriously, am I the only one with a normal nickname for her?” -Tim

“Ms. Marinette would like to inform you that ‘it took you long enough’” -Alfred (who so knows that the girl has been playing them since the third night she stayed at the Wayne’s)

“Where are my adoption papers?” -Bruce (who is seriously adopting any talented black-haired child)

_

4) “Mari and Mar’i” 

When Mar’i is young, Dick and Kori take her with them to see Paris (btw, this would be during the winter). They’re strolling along through a park and lose track of Mar’i who finds Marinette (9-10 ish). Marinette comforts and distracts Mar’i while noticing the young(er) girl is Tameranian (her hair is very warm and she’s wearing significantly less layers than should be worn for a human of that age during the winter, plus that sun-kissed skin tone. She’s seen Kori in her fashion magazines (and, from time to time, on the news as an ambassador) so she easily make the connections). Dick and Kori finally spot Mar’i with Mari who introduces herself to them. Mar’i asks if she can see her “Auntinette” again and Marinette just goes “if your parents are okay with it.” Dick and Kori are totally cool with it (not many are willing to watch her and have the time to do it) so they ask Marinette if she can babysit Mar’i whenever (with good pay of course) if she’s up to it (cause she’s still pretty young). Marinette can’t say no to Mar’i’s babydoll eyes (and she’s so much easier compared to Manon, who’s only 2 rn), so of course, she says yes. 

Now Marinette is Mar’is official babysitter and sees Mar’i often whenever her parents drop her off (using zeta tubes to quickly get to Paris and back). Marinette gets treated like an honorary Wayne (cause she’s the most responsible) and gets invited to their family stuff (w/ travel pay taken care of, of course). It doesn’t take her long to realize the fact that she babysits Bruce Wayne’s & BATMAN’S granddaughter, but of course, being the responsible one she is, keeps the secret… while also playing with them via Mar’i.

[One Day]

After Marinette leaves for her plane…

“Uncle Dami!”

“Yes, Spawn?”

“Auntinette said to tell you after she left that Robin’s sut needs a major upgrade & that you look like a traffic light… whatever that’s supposed to mean.”

[Another Day]

“Uncle Jay!”

“What’s up kid?’

“Auntinette said that to let you know that Red Hood doesn’t make any sense ‘cause Red Hood wears a helmet. Not a hood.”

[The next time]

“Uncle Tim!”

Yawn. “yea?”

“Auntie told me to give you this” (pulls out super caffeinated coffee) “and that Red Robin’s cowl is a menace to all things fashion”

[Again…] 

“Daddy!”

“Yes, Starshine?”

“Auntienette said she’s proud of Nightwing’s costume ‘cause it’s one of the only in the batfam that isn’t an astro-city to the fashion society.”

_

5) “Marinette, the one who’s always getting chosen”

Before Mari became (becomes(?)) LB, she comes across a different powerful piece of jewelry, from a different order of guardians where her will of mind is not only her shield from being akumatized, but it is also what drives her powers. That’s right, Mari walks past a flea market and activates a GL ring. The guardians pick up on this activity and send Hal (it is his sector) to check it out. Hal finds the ring with Mari but it still needs the light of a GL to charge and fully work. 

[During the explanation]

“Look, kid-”

“Marinette.” 

“Look, kid, I just need to know why you have that ring.”

“You think I know? I was just walking through the market and all of a sudden, this possessed ring, if that’s even what this is, started following me, then zipped in front of my face til i held my hand up so it can put itself on my finger.” 

“Kid-”

“It’s MARINETTE. Get it wrong one more time and you’ll see why I don’t need a possessed piece of alien jewelry.” -Marinette, making sure you get her name right. “Besides, if I stole it, I would remember. I’m a klepto” -Marinette, probably holding his ring too at this point.

Hal obviously doesn’t want the wrath of the Dupain-Chengs (just the kid Marinette scares him enough), so he tells the guardians that JL will take care of most of Mari’s training (once they get her a lamp for her ring, of course) & has her take part in training at Mt. Justice with the Young Justice team and special training with the Bats. Mari does all this under the guise of an international student exchange program for Mari to stay with the Waynes (not yet knowing that it’s the bat fam) and attends G.A. Mari doesn’t do much, but it takes her 24-36 hours to know who EVERYONE is.

[the next week after settling in]

“Hey, Mars,” -Dick, in his Nightwing gear

“Hey, Di-is the GREATEST SHOW!” -Mari, changing the subject(… not really)

“How long did it take you?”

“Not as long as the Kryptonians…” -Mari, going off into a tangent (still trying to change the subject”

[When Marinette meets Tikki]

Back in Paris:

“Sooo… I’m getting powerful jewelry that gives me powers and a suit, needs to be recharged, and comes from some Order of the Guardians? What’s the difference between you and my ring?” -Marinette, who at this point is very confused as to why she keeps getting picked on for this kind of stuff. 

“One’s alien, one’s magic” -Tikki, hoping Mari will end it there & lowkey hates that the GL Corp. got to her first.

“They’re both non-human made energy sources” -Mari, cause once you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it all before. 

“You can’t heal the Akuma without the miraculous, and there are more than just rings. Yours are earrings, there are hair clips, bracelets, necklaces and more” -Tikki, after having a minute to think

“Fine, only because you said they’re the only way to heal the, what was it again, akuma?”

_

6) “Their Unofficial Official Barista”

Part of Tim’s job as Co-CEO, is to make sure all the branches are running smoothly, sometimes that means he has to fly abroad to manually check in. Tim goes to Paris to check on the W.E. Paris branch. He goes to a nearby Patisserie (Tom and Sabine’s) to see a young Marinette (somewhere from 8-11) drawing in her sketchbook at the counter. She explains that her parents are at a catering event, but she’s there to man the little bakery. Tim asks for a super caffeinated coffee and Marinette makes it with ease, claiming it was on the house with how bad he looks (and how much sleep the man clearly needs). Tim begs for her knowledge and asks if she can teach his butler. Mari’s willing to show him the next time he comes, so he gets the whole fam to go (viz tubes so they don’t waste time) maybe a week later. Everyone gets their own drink (plus a free pastries) and Marinette teaches Alfred her coffee, but it’s just not the same so Tim, using the tubes, goes to get coffee from the girl whenever he can. 

Mari is horrible at getting up on time (the life of an insomniac, never getting to sleep even if you want and then barely waking up on time) that she is up super early, makes Tim his coffee (plus a croissant) and tries to go back to sleep (making her inevitably late). Tim would walk up to the pick-up counter where his cup and to-go bag is while Marinette runs out of the house to get to school. Eventually, the rest of the Batfam (as well as the Laegue, TT, and YJ) frequent the place, slowly becoming (Dami too) Mari hides it, but she knew all the batfam the first day they came and she showed Alfred how to make the coffee. When the others start making more regular appearances, she learns the identities of YJ team, WW, GLs, and others. Obviously when LB and CN appear as heroes with HM as their villain, they immediately reach out to help. Because 1. Batfam clearly notices that it’s Mari and they sure as heck won’t let her deal with that by herself, and 2. The JL is worrying too much about their favorite barista (even though she’s not really one), especially with the Gigantitan scare. So, of course LB & CN (can’t make him bad everytime) get inducted into YJ.

[After Ladybug finishes defeating Gigantitan and detransforms] 

“Bean! Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” -Tim, being an even more protective older brother than Dick, which shouldn’t be possible

“Yes, I promise. I’m fine” -Marinette, who just accepts the fact that she’s adopted an older brother (and his famliy)

“Tube over, we’ll have Alfred make sure” -Dick, already pulling out the medical supplies for Alfred.

“I-” 

“You shouldn’t worry your brothers like that, Marinette. Now come over so Alfred can clear you,” -Bruce, who just happens to overhear the conversation

“I’m sorry, Miss Marinette, they are very adamant that you’re in pitch perfect health before going out again,” -Alfred, who’s not actually sorry

“Fine” -Marinette, accepting her fate of her adopted, protective family. 

_

7) “Thicker Than the Blood We’ve Shed”

Why is Marinette so freakishly strong? Because she was trained to be. Before she could even talk, Mari was taught to be an assassin. She and Damian were frenemies, both competing for top spot as best in the League (of Assassins). They often spared together and became rivals who pushed each other (which sounds great in that context if you forget about the fact that they’re killing people and turning it into a competition). When Damian’s care is turned over to Batsy, Mari also comes along for the ride. She implements herself into Dami’s classes at G.A. & watches him from afar. (Damian, not being an idiot, of course knows all this and knows that it’s probably for Mari to give a report to Talia.) When he becomes Robin, Mari obviously knows, but waits to see if anything drastic would happen (his care was given to the Batfam, they had already expected this to happen.) She then heard word of the bounty Talia put on Damian’s head. Marinette knew there wouldn’t be much she could do to help, but she ave Dami a warning about the upcoming situation before fleeing the country. 

From there she got to France, changed her name (it wasn’t originally Marinette, it was Shénqí, chinese for miraculous/magical (or something else if you want)), was adopted by Tom & Sabine, and left her time in the League in the past. When she received Tikki, she didn’t want to be a hero because she didn’t think she deserved it after her up-bringing. Eventually, she did become LB (being a trained assassin does help with lucky charms, considering she was taught how to kill with basically every and anything), and life was good for her. Then Rossi came.

[Gotham field trip]

While at Wayne Tower…

“How idiotic are they?” -Damian, who after reuniting with his long-lost sister-from-a-different-mister (yes, Marinette was able to convince him to say it once), can’t understand the stupidity she has to deal with.

“Are you Robin?” -Mari, who is too tired, so just goes straight into the analogy

“Yes.” -Obvious and simply is.

“Exactly” -Mari, who can’t even put a limit to the amount of thought the one brain cell the class shares doesn’t use. I mean please, the so-called “reporter” believed that the first cosplayer she saw was the actual LB when they don’t even have the same hair! And let’s not forget the origins arc, where LB’s first citizen save was Chloe.

[retvenkos]

okay, but stick with me...

i know, i know, there are technically other things i should be doing, but i’m in my feels today, and you guys have me thinking about it, so today we’re talking about @onceupon-a-decembr​​​​​, @johnskeating​​​​​, @musicallisto​​​​​, and i in a dead poets society au...

as we all know, i don’t do things halfway, so let’s break down some basics, first.

because of movie convenience, we all live in the same neighborhood - three streets right next to each other. we’re also within walking distance of a couple of fun shops, and there’s a library across from my house <3. 

lindsay and cass are next door neighbors one one street. they even have windows that face each other, so they often talk by writing each other notes, à la taylor swift’s you belong with me music video. clara lives on the next street over, and i live at the one after that. i imagine clara lives in some kind of cul de sac, for no other reason than i want one of us to live in a circle so that we can have stupid moments when teaching each other how to do a three-point turn.

but also,,,,, some very important subject matter, here, clara just so happens to live on the same cul de sac as chris noel. idk why, i just feel like they should be friends, and if they live on the same street and knox comes over like an idiot, he’s landlocked by cass and i who will bully him vehemently - especially when he becomes our friend. (and lol, the implication of cass and i just knowing when he shows up and cutting through people’s backyards so we can scream “get a life, knox!” is hilarious. your besties could never.)

we all go to henley hall, which is the all-girl prep school, and even though it’s left up to your personal interpretation, i’m going to say that it’s a boarding school too, so we get roommates (more on that later). 

okay, but now let’s cover how each of us knows each other, and just some important information:

(oh, like last time, i’m just assuming we’re all the same age in this, because calculating ages is math and i do not condone that blasphemy, here)

cass is the twin sister of pitts, and they’re actually really close! i get the vibes that they’re the sibling duo who really care for each other, but also pretend to be annoyed when they have to hang out with each other in public. they probably get along really well and have inside jokes, including ones that sound vaguely offending. they probably call each other things like “disappointment (affectionate)” and “stale bread (joking).”

cass and lindsay are, of course, neighbors, and i feel like their families met each when lindsay’s family was new in town, and cass’ parents brought over a casserole as a housewarming gift. when they find out they have daughters the same age, they plan a playdate at the park (which is conveniently close by), and from the first visit onward, lindsay and cass are inseparable. they’re young when this happens - like 4 or something.

now,,,, two streets down, i am living my best life, just trying to do me, but sadly, my mother is good friends with none other than the daltons. they go way back - like high school years - and just recently reconnected at the grocery store. the daltons live a few more streets over, but when i’m like,,,, 7 they start to come over a lot to just to “catch up”. they, of course, bring their son, charlie, and he becomes fast friends with my brothers. me on the other hand,,,,, i’m not as easily won.

and when we’re all 8 years old,,,,,, in moves a new family! clara moves in, and since she’s not on any of our streets, we don’t really go over to introduce ourselves or anything, we just see her sometimes outside of the car window and are like “ :0 oh? new friend? ” it’s the summer, so we don’t meet her until that fall when school starts, and i immediately want to claim her as my best friend. maybe we both hang out in the library at recess or something because of respective injuries, and that’s how our friendship blossoms.

now, because we all live in the same place, we all definitely go to the same elementary school, and we all ~know of~ each other, but we’re kids and can be exclusive with our friend groups.

something important that happens, however, is that neil becomes friends with pitts in elementary (if canon says otherwise it can die by my blade), and a common sight in the neighborhood is neil, pitts, cass, and lindsay playing games and riding bikes, giggling and laughing until the sky starts to darken and neil has to get back home. ofc, cass’ parents will offer to give him a ride, and the rest of the group gets to wave goodbye, finishing the remnants of their popsicles on the front porch steps. other times, neil stays over for dinner, and everyone gets to eat off of paper plates in the backyard and (if it’s in the summer) stay out to star gaze and/or tell spooky stories by lantern light (pitts is actually really good).

oh, to be 10.

another important something, happening with clara and i, is the frequent clash of clara and i hanging out (probably climbing trees in the backyard and reciting poetry) and my brothers hanging out with charlie. charlie and i have that special relationship where we both spit on the other’s existence, because having to like a family friend is torture. the first time i say “fuck,” it’s definitely directed at him, (like, “fuck off, charlie!” and, of course, my mom just so happens to be right there.) clara probably taught me <3. on the other hand, however, clara does not face the crushing reality of having to like charlie dalton, and that means that while she finds him annoying, she also knows he’s incredibly funny. she’ll definitely laugh at his (admittedly good) jokes, but she’ll also back me up when he’s being stupid. the best of both worlds.

that all changes though, when we’re thirteen, and we go to ~henley hall~. (junior high wasn’t really a ~thing~ in the 50s, and prep schools can start at 13, so just trust me on this.)

(also - just for reference, for the rest of the headcanons i’m using these ships: cass x meeks, lindsay x neil, clara x charlie, and honestly?..... crumbs of me x pitts.)

the early days

henley hall really sees our personalities take shape, lol, but it also gives us some different dynamics, too, so i hope you’re prepared for this.

because here’s the thing,,,,, you know there’s some misfortune with who dorms with who. sadly, friends gets torn apart, and because the school has a strict policy on not allowing room changes for anything other than medical reasons, we’re all stuck in different rooms, which is truly distressing.

however, we have classes together - cass and clara have math, and sit next to each other because they recognize the other and don’t want to be lonely. (they become really good friends pretty fast and often pass notes to each other, bonding over hating the teacher.)

lindsay and i, however, luck out and we get english together. we probably bond over our mutual, thirteen-year-old love for shakespeare (we most likely only know romeo and juliet, but our love is valid, okay?).

and we all have history together or something, but the teacher gives a strict seating chart, so we just toss each other looks when their back is turned.

and one day our group meshes together because we all have the same lunch and study time, and hey! we’re all friends, actually!

in this universe, my health problems actually mean something to the school administration, and so i get out of p.e. instead, i spend my time helping administration or something, and whenever any of you get an asthma attack or break a bone or something, you work with me. whichever one of you is most accident prone gets to be winning ✌️✌️!!

okay, but the first summer back from henley is our first legendary summer. it involves a lot of walking to each other’s houses, annoying the elderly neighbors next door when we ride our bikes and aggressively ding the bells at each other, and going to the local library and laughing because i’m terrible at using the card catalogs. (one of you can teach me, and all summer we send each other on wild goose chases, looking for hyper specific books.) we also probably create a secret handshake between the four of us, but someone (clara) keeps forgetting how to do it (clara).

(also, i think it’s important that we all have the shared experience of baking together, because i’ve noticed that people have wildly different methods, and i think the chaos could be funny.)

and lo and behold, we have some people to introduce! clara and i get to meet pitts and neil, and honestly, i probably really vibe with pitts. i feel like we’d get along. (also, wrong post, but pitts has rights to say “fuck”.) i feel like clara vibes with everyone, but her and neil would probably be a dynamic duo. i feel like she would feed into his theatre kid energy, and together, they would just be slightly unhinged.

and now everyone gets to meet charlie! i feel like cass would have a bit of a crush on him at first, and it goes straight to his head. clara will go on record saying that he was particularly insufferable that summer, although whether it’s because he was truly terrible those three months, or because she’s starting to catch feelings for a boy that her friend had feelings for in undetermined.

this summer, however, we also meet another key player - stephen meeks. he’s become good friends with charlie, and even though he’s more nerdy than my brothers, he definitely hangs out with them, because charlie vouches for him. (they’re dynamic is actually really precious to me, so allow me to include it, shhh). and!!! meeks and pitts are probably roommates at this point, so meeks probably frequents cass’ home, and they become good friends. and an underrated duo is lindsay and meeks. i feel like they could be good friends! they both definitely talk about books together and scream at each other the way lindsay and i do in our dms.

anyway, back to august, and now that we’re fourteen going on fifteen??? we go henley, only to find a set of twins and their cousins moved out of state, and there’s a change in the dorm rooms.

we’re back in business, baby!

the gods took pity on us, and just in time for a drastic change in schedule material and club commitments (because we’re technically in “high school” now, and it counts of your transcript), we get new rooming situations. not to be ~basic~ but lindsay and cass room together, and now clara and i room together. and we’re right across the hall from each other (for convenience <3). whoever signed off on that executive decision was a legend, my guys. they deserve a home cooked meal of their choice.

this leads to a lot of joint study sessions! breaking news: the girls have figured out what each of them excel in and use it to the advantage of the group! collectivist survival skills! (clearly, you all know what subject you excel in the most, so perhaps leave a comment? just so we know?)

(i’m good at sociology and psychology, so I quiz you guys on those terms, and at lunch I help you psychoanalyze people. i’m also probably in a writing club because i’m just like that™, so i’m constantly clicking away on the typewriter, asking cass how to spell things so i don’t have to go through the terrible process that is fixing an error on a typewriter.)

and, at fifteen, we are now allowed to join more extracurriculars in school - of them, theatre. cass and i gravitate toward stage crew right away, and clara and lindsay are performers, ofc. (or perhaps one of you wants to be in the pit? the orchestra? they’re a vital addition to theatre and deserve more recognition). you probably don’t get leads in your first show, but you get speaking/singing roles, and it’s a lot of fun. pitts comes to opening night, and he brings his new group of friends (all the poets, minus todd) and it’s an experience, let me tell you.

charlie probably makes some wry comment about the stage make-up, but clara shoots one right back (as is their signature banter). meeks definitely indulges cass by geeking out over stage tech with her (and side note but he fixes radios and has the right kind of mind - he should join). i probably really get along with cameron ngl (we respect the slytherin in the other, okay?). knox is probably just giving us that awkward white person smile, (he doesn’t know us yet, lol) and neil is like,,,,, starstruck by the whole theatre process and he chats up lindsay so much, it’s adorable. (that summer, he is definitely asking lindsay for play-by-plays because he desperately wants to live vicariously through her.)

and school is cool, but let me talk about summer, because that is most poignant, tbh.

so, we finally start to see some different dynamics develop with the poets and our friend group! 

>> neil and lindsay, like i mentioned, end up spending a lot of time together. they have similar schedules in that they stop at the grocery store at the same time, or they go to the park on the same weekends and see each other. it’s only natural that they end up spending more time together, and neil is an old friend, so lindsay’s family doesn’t think anything weird about it. and it’s not weird! it’s just innocent. they’re both really good friends. everything they used to do, they still do - like no time has passed at all. they listen to music together (bonding over records,,,, my heart), they stargaze together (lindsay hs learned a lot from clara’s astronomy lessons), they swap jokes and gossip, and talk about the future in vague, teenage terms.

>> clara, charlie and knox also end up seeing each other a lot, because clara is a queen and travels in a pack - either with us or with chris and her friends - and charlie and knox are those guys who just so happen to be at the mall at the same time. what can they say? they’re chick magnets. it’s definitely not because charlie wants to see clara or anything,,,, that would be stupid. and there’s no way in hell charlie comes over to my house and immediately looks for clara’s blonde hair and signature laugh. that would be stupid, alright? charlie’s not like that. he’s here for knox’s stupid crush, not his 😤😤 .  (also, this is my au and knox x chris can still be endgame... but only if we scale down his toxic tendencies and omit that non-consensual kiss. he and charlie can be simps together as long as knox is not like That.)

>> meanwhile, pitts, meeks, cass, and i all end up spending a lot of time together. i imagine we have geek sessions (perhaps while playing d&d?), of course, (talking about aliens, space, greek mythology, cryptids, and whatever else) but also, we play a lot of poker and chess together, and while pitts and i go head to head (competitive besties always win <3), cass and meeks often hang out in the corner, or sneak off outside to chat about life and the friend group, and their place in it. they also do that thing™ where they both just so happen to sneak into the kitchen at the same time, both of them trying to get a cookie or get a coke or something, and their hands brush, which leads to mumbled apologies and breathy laughs.

also... i just might act as a sleeper agent on behalf of cass, occupying pitts so that meeks and cass can have moments without the surly older brother stare™. (also, i feel like i would be That Friend that makes fun of the fact that pitts’ name is gerard. like,,,, come on,,,,, gerard.)

>> also, this bit has been cameron erasure, so i feel like we need to give him a couple of moments to shine. clearly he and i have a quiet, mutual respect for each other, but i also feel like lindsay and him (while initially being bristly toward each other), become friends. especially since he’s so close with neil, and clearly knows just how close the two of them are (probably before the rest of us, lol. cam clues us in.)

okay, so that’s ~freshman year~ and we still have one more before we meet todd *sigh*. 

but!!! with every growing year, we get more privilege!

on weekends, you can leave campus if you get ~parent permission~ and my mom is the cool mom that gives permission for me whenever, and her note just so happens to always have extra space, so lindsay can forge the signatures of reluctant moms. cass is really good at cajoling her parents into giving her the car for the day, and we sometimes go to museums or big malls on our days off. 

and movie excursions!!!! so, there’s a really cute theatre that’s within walking distance of both prep schools, and it just so happens that our group and the poets like to watch movies. knox is definitely a movie enthusiast, and he definitely has friends at the theatre, so with some persuasion, he can score us really nice seats to all the best movies. sometimes, when the boys are watching a show at the same time as us, we all end up going together. the girls and guys probably drive up separately (probs two cars for the boys), and we meet outside the theatre. lindsay and charlie raid the concession stands (and clara is there to make sure they actually get enough food for everyone), knox is of course getting the tickets while neil is herding everyone like cats towards the correct theatre. i probably stop at the bathroom but drag cass with me, and we get to talk about our bullying strategy for knox how obvious it is that charlie’s a stupid idiot, in love with clara but making it known in such a charlie way.

when we get to our seats, cameron and i chat about movie trivia. he tries to include meeks on many occasions, because apparently meeks is quite the trivia king, but meeks is too busy making soft eyes at cass, and trading movie-related jokes. or making a list of movies everyone needs to watch in the summer. meanwhile clara is thieving charlie’s twizzlers and trying to use her winning charm as a bargaining chip, lindsay is no doubt stealing knox’s seat so she can get a better look at the screen (because some people are stupidly tall), neil is tossing popcorn in everyone’s hair, and pitts is just calmly drinking his soda. he has dissociated. no one notices.

when we finally settle in for the show, lindsay is sitting next to neil with her head on his shoulder, cass and meeks are holding hands, clara and charlie and whispering in each other’s ears about the best parts, catching grins in the dim light, i am getting way too into the opening music, and going through the five stages of grief when i realize that knox has the same reaction. through the movie, neil undoubtedly uses the whisper chain to just,,,, tell knox something stupid, and it annoys us, but everyone still finishes the chain. pitts is the one that always has to leave to go get popcorn in the middle of the show (because he’s the least confrontational about missing part of it) and i probably end up going with him to stretch my legs and supervise, and,,,,, yes. we really need more movie nights.

afterward, everyone goes to the diner to get shakes and fries (knox obnoxiously orders a double decker hamburger on someone else’s dime, and he always promises he’ll pay them back, but never does. charlie probably offers to cover his bill this one time, but ends up doing it like,,, 80% of the time.). at the end of the night, people go their separate ways - meeks walks cass home for extra sweetness, neil and lindsay stop at the park and sit on the swings, contemplating their existence in the grand scheme of life, clara probably drives me home and i ask her “what’s that all about?” (meaning her and charlie), and at the end of her rant about boys™ i’m actually like,,,, yeah, ngl, you and charlie compatible and actually very sweet together,,,,, i support it.

and, in our dorm rooms, we, of course, get up to some shenanigans. we definitely get in trouble for singing,,,, but we claim that it’s part of rehearsal, so there’s often no repercussions. like i mentioned in a different post, you guys teach me to waltz and ballroom dance in our dorms. i probably teach you cleaning life hacks. we probably have an impromptu book club where we all read a book at roughly the same time (we pester those that finish slowly) and give it reviews and talk about it’s good parts. we leave each other notes. we share our writing. we give each other makeovers! perhaps share clothes?? i’m crying, i love this.

finally. the moment we’ve been waiting for. the events of the movie.

TODD!!!!!!!!! HE’S HERE!!!!!!!!!

okay, so i feel like we’d all collectively love todd, and there’s a running joke of “get rid of the others. we have todd now. todd is the only one that matters.” and honestly,,,, could you imagine him arriving into the chaotic scene of our friend group?

he’s even more “?????” confused than usual.

i think he’d connect with all of us in very different ways so let me explain: for lindsay, they both have that really soft romanticism about them, and so later, when he’s a little more open to sharing his feelings, they definitely can talk about that a bit more. poetry writing buddies!!! she’s the only one who gets to read his writing. for cass, they are both often the bedrock of the friend group - the steady hand that keeps us all together. they definitely recognize that in each other, and probably take “personal days” away from the group together. for therapy. for clara, they both carry that quiet courage. it’s so ingrained in them, and it comes out in small ways, but they recognize that strength. and they’re each other’s hype man!!!! for me, we’re both really comfortable alone - in the quiet of our own thoughts - and we can both often play the part of the cynic, so we get along nicely. late night chats because we can.

anyway, we collectively adore todd. i suppose we can meet him on one of our weekend excursions, and perhaps it’s pitts and cass’ birthday so there’s a house party, and that’s where we can have some good™ one on one time. here’s a breakdown of some important™ moments:

>> lindsay and neil share their first kiss. it’s casual, and it’s unsure if whether the relaxed tone is because they’ve known each other for so long that it’s natural, or if it’s because the feelings they have for each other are just friendly, but they both mistake that tender closeness for an intimacy they long for. it’s sweet - on the roof, under a sky full of stars - in between contemplative talks of life, and their aspirations. it’s here that neil mentions his longing for something... a beautiful purpose that he can claim as his own. neither of them really talk about it afterwards. it just is.

>> i find out about pitts’ sweater collection, and about die. (listen, i adore sweaters. and sweaters large enough you can drown in them? sign me the hell up.) it’s now a thing that i gift pitts sweaters. no matter the occasion, it’s a sweater. a christmas gift? sweater. a birthday gift? sweater. a summer luau? sweater. 

>> clara and charlie actually finally have an intellectual conversation about their feelings for each other. i imagine it started when he came to find clara, who was spread out on the grass, looking up at the night sky. and it’s like,,, a brisk october night so he’s teases her about being out when it’s cold. clara offers back some half-hearted banter, but since it’s getting late and clara is getting to that place where she’s an honest tired, she mostly just listens to his teasing with her eyes closed. when he says he’s going to go back inside, clara asks him to stay. just talk. she likes the sound of his voice. he teases her for that but she says it’s the truth. she likes to listen to his voice. she likes his presence. he makes some joke, saying that had he known all that sooner, he would have asked her out by now, and clara gets a little nervous energy at that. because if he was truly asking,,,, she would say yes. (and charlie is like,,,, “clara, i’ve clearly been asking for years.” but no, he hasn’t. he’s made jokes. for years. to which clara tosses back jokes. for years. there’s a little bit of a stupid argument over that - the married couple bickering that melts my heart.)

>> and damn, pitts needs to have more birthday parties, because cass gets the courage to ask meeks out on a date, and it’s actually a really cute scene, because meeks was psyching himself up to ask all night, too. cass beats him to it, and he laughs and gives a resounding yes! they dance together to the radio to celebrate their upcoming date <3. they plan it in between slices of cake that same night, and cass kisses him on the cheek before leaving the party. knox roasts meeks for not having been the one to make the first move, but gets dished back an equal helping when meeks says he hasn’t even spoken to chris yet,,,,, idiot.

and !!! okay !!!! so the boys restart the dead poets society, and you know that we are invited to join. finding a way to sneak off of campus nightly is not a problem i’ll currently recognize. we all join and we all bring poems!!!! 

lindsay and cass bring shakespeare to read, clearly and they have heated debates with one of the boys (charlie, probably) about the quality of the shakespeare. he’s popular for a reason, charlie. but also, charlie can be a romantic, guys, and he actually reads/writes clara so. much. poetry. in the cave. it’s a little annoying. the rest of us have to stretch our lyrical prowess to create something dark and morbid enough to offset the tone. (neil is a good help if we beg him enough. mostly, though, he loves love and supports charlie’s endeavors).

also,,,, meeks is a ride or die;  you need to look at his face whenever cass does anything. it’s like she’s his whole world. his sun and stars and everything in between. 

and he. holds. hands. he rubs his thumb over your knuckles!!! he gently caresses! he has rough calluses and warm hands! he!

oh, and neil chronically gives lindsay his jacket. honestly,,,, it’s a conspiracy over whether she actually forgets or if she’s purposefully doing it. to horde neil’s jackets. cameron is the one to point it out, and pitts bonks him lightly on the head to shut him up. shhhh. no one needs to know. just let it happen.

oh! and sometimes, when we’re making our way to the cave, charlie jump-scares us, only to give clara a big hug in apology, and only to laugh in my face when i scream. (i don’t like it :( charlie exists to spite me) lindsay or cass have probably punched him at least once at this point (maybe the first time he did it? maybe both of you on separate occasions?) and it’s a learning curve, but he he figures out how to dodge your punches (but also,,,,, girl, teach me your form).

as a call back to the sweater thing that i mentioned earlier, for my birthday, pitts gives me on of his sweaters!!! it’s probably very thickly knitted (perhaps a turtleneck???) and green. you all tease me about it relentlessly, saying actually, we’d make a good couple, but i just stick my tongue out at you like i’m 6.

(and maybe i’m zooming through the timeline here, but this is getting long)

so neil joins the show! our show! (and just so you don’t have to worry, in this au, we disregard the tragic ending. fluff only, thanks) he gets the lead alongside lindsay and clara! i feel like lindsay is helena (it’s about the comedic timing) and clara is hermia. cass and i are in the wings, and we get to hide behind set pieces during the performances, playing silent games of like,,,,, stick, while waiting for our cues.

during this time, we see lots of surprise visits from chris, who is maybe helping in costuming or something. because she’s here and because knox has finally calmed down in his crush for her (it’s mY AU.i choose the coping mechanism), cass lets him know, and he comes over and has a few awkward conversations with her. cass and i get to bully knox over his inability to talk to girls. we may be friends now,,,, but we’re still going to bully him.

also, during this time, lindsay and neil’s already close relationship becomes a little more close, and they kiss a few more times, but it’s never quite what they were expecting. it wasn’t the butterflies. the explosion of feeling. they talk about it after the conclusion of the play, and realize that it’s looking for the wrong type of comfort in the right person. it’s all that close warmth,,, but the wrong kind of intimacy. what they need and what they think they want just aren’t aligning. but perhaps it’s the right person, just not the right time,,,,,

but throughout that ache, clara and cass are going on double dates - they’re just a lot of fun and a great way to ease into this new dynamic - and meeks and charlie keep trying to subtly outdo each other on every excursion. cass and clara are giving each other the look at each boy tries to make an even grander compliment to their date, and it usually ends in laughs.

meanwhile lindsay and i are threatening meeks and charlie, saying if anything happens to our friends, so help us gOD,,,,

and lol, on date nights i probably play poker with todd, cameron, knox, and pitts (lindsay and neil are studying lines, or sometimes they peek over our shoulders and give others hints) and as side bets, we make predictions about the dates - what happens, where you go, what idiot thing charlie’s going to do next. you know we have popcorn or chips for snacks, and at some point, we’re nearing the end of the ruffles potoato chip bag, and pitts just holds it above my head so he can finish it off without having to share. i threaten to obliterate his knee caps but never do. knox complains about wanting a short girlfriend. i tell him he’ll need stilts, then. now everyone is holding things above my head.

i am defeated.

okay, but by the end of junior year, things are pretty fun. senior year is much the same, so i’ll let your mind run rampant. here are the other ideas i ranted about earlier, so perhaps enjoy?

after;

but whatever becomes of us? clearly, movie logic says that we go away to college. i imagine clara and charlie do long distance - maybe charlie goes to california or something - and get this,,,, it actually works. a legendary couple lasts <3 (lara jean and peter kavinsky wHO?)

because of movie logic, cass and meeks go to the same college as clara, and they’re the cute on campus couple that everyone wants to be. imagine the study dates! falling asleep on your textbook and the other softly waking you up and leading you to bed.

i maybe go to a different college (but we keep in touch!) and i go with, get this,,,,,,,, knox overstreet. i can’t avoid this man,,,,,,, i bully him for decades. feel my wrath. but also! pitts and cameron go there, so i’m not totally lonely.

todd and lindsay go to the same college together and become ridiculously close. like, sibling material. these two are tight. (idk which college you want to choose - the one clara and cass go to, or the one i go to. pick your poison, bestie).

neil, however, goes abroad for college. i get scotland vibes, tbh, but europe in general works.

and when he comes back,,,,,,,,,, we all throw a huge “welcome back” party, and you know our track record with life changing parties....

lindsay and neil reunite, and that night, they go out to the roof to look at the stars again (someone's parents have to tragically die so we can keep one of the original houses for this scene. who is willing to sacrifice their parents for the full circle narrative (joking)??? ), and perhaps it’s for old times sake, or perhaps it’s from a warm and tense kind of electricity running through their veins, but they contemplate their place in the universe, and what that even is. they were kind of presumptuous in high school, thinking they had it all figured out, huh? somehow, lindsay brings up what happened between them junior year. how she’s thought about it, and how they both just wanted to know something beyond the self. lindsay says she know more of the world now - more of love and kindness and understanding - and it all collects around neil. a kind of “all that’s beyond my grasp.... is with you,” scenario. and so neil asks, “do you want to try it one more time?” and lindsay says yes, and when they kiss, it’s comfortable. and it’s new. and it’s on fire. and it’s brighter than a thousand suns. and it’s right - the right person, the right feeling, the right time.

and they get their romance!!!! at last!!!

so now there are triple dates, and i’m still playing poker with the other boys, only this time we’re on a team, and this time, we both steal the chip bag  <3.

please add on your own thoughts!!! clearly, i love talking about our friendships, and extended dynamics a little too much, and i want to hear your thoughts!

[tojitiddies]

✰ [GHOST] BUSTING MAKES ME FEEL GOOD

pairing ⋆ connie springer x fem!reader

synopsis ⋆ you don’t know who’s crazier. your ghost hunting boyfriend or you for even dating him.

warnings ⋆ paranormal encounters, slight ghost coercion, oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie

ꔵ there was no doubt about it, your boyfriend connie was an oddball. like tin hat wearing, crazy conspiracist, dark reddit forum odd. his friends often asked him how he’d bagged a chick like you in the first place and honestly you were curious too. you’d met him at a halloween party your best friend mikasa had thrown. one wild night and two awkward dates later you both became that sickeningly sweet couple that everyone hated to love.

at this point in your relationship you had grown used to connie’s random 3AM messages about some spooky forum he’d found or him sending random true crime articles he wanted you to read. he and his roomates jean and sasha all ran a somewhat popular youtube channel — they called themselves “the phantom philosophers” — where they covered different cryptid and ghost stories sent to them by viewers. they also went on numerous ghost hunts to try and speak or communicate with ghosts. you were always curious about your boyfriend’s odd way of life and even appeared on one of his streams once — his subscribers couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend. so, when connie asked you if you wanted to come along with him, jean, and sasha for a ghost hunt you jumped at the opportunity.

that’s exactly how you found yourself in front of an abandoned church while your boyfriend and his friends began setting up their equipment. tonight they were looking for the ghost of a pastor who secretly ran his own brothel beneath the church. one of the women had turned on him and murdered him while they were having sex. the story seemed completely made up, but connie assured you it was legit.

you watched as connie started setting up his body camera and clipping it to his jacket. “so...anything i can help with?” you asked, rocking back on the heels of your sneakers. connie looked up at you as if he’d forgotten you were there. “huh? oh, no babe you’re fine. just stand there looking pretty.” he replied sweetly. you forced a smile towards him, letting it falter when he went back to messing with his equipment. you had only agreed to this because you wanted to spend time with him, but this entire trip he’d been so distracted. you were so used to having his attention all the time, it was starting to take you out of the mood.

you decided to go find out what sasha was doing. she had a boyfriend too, niccolo. he was really nice and an amazing cook. earlier you’d asked her why he didn’t come with you all, to which she told you that niccolo was secretly a huge fraidy cat. when you approached her she was sitting in the trunk of jean’s pick up. she seemed to be really focused on...some sort of device? “what’s that?” you queried, sitting next to her. sasha beamed and shoved it into your lap. “this, my friend, is a modernized proton pack like the ghostbusters use! i’ve been engineering this baby for a couple months now and this is gonna be its first field run!” she squeals as she begins to point out all the functions and uses of the device. it looked sort of like a portable cd player.

while sasha babbled on about her “precious baby” jean and connie approached you both, equipment and cameras ready. “here you are ____.” jean presented you with a headlamp and a frequency tuner. “now first rule of ghost hunting, do not be on your own. you’re always gonna want a buddy. i’m assuming connie will fill that role?” he asked, looking between the two of you. you were still annoyed with him but you nodded anyway. you’d bring it up when the two of you were alone. “alright then. sasha you’re with me. and don’t even think about trying to spook me this time, i took self defense lessons and i’ll definitely clock you this time.” he scolded, to which sasha responded by rolling her eyes. “oh please, it was just a joke pony boy.” she taunted. jean shot her a glare. “keep it up.” he warned before turning back to you.

“second rule, do not under any circumstances curse a ghost. not only will that anger the ghost and make it mad at you, it will also get mad at everyone else and we don’t want any part of your beef. so keep it to yourself.” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “jean you don’t need to mansplain ghost hunting to me, i’m not stupid. plus i watch you guys’ channel all the time.” you say, sliding off the truck and situating the headlamp on. “i’m ready to get to some ghostbustin!” sasha hops up and high fives you. connie laughs and wraps his arm around your waist. “ah don’t worry jean, i’ll be with her the whole time.” jean stares blankly between the three of you before shaking his head.

“whatever. connie go ahead and start your body cam. it’s time to head in.” connie chuckles at jean’s annoyance and switches on the camera, a small red light peeps out to signal it’s recording. jean has one on as well, tapping his slightly to test it out. “alright gang, buckle up. i’m trying to meet a horny ghost.” he said with a grin, beginning his march into the church, the three of you following close behind.

ꔵ inside the church it was dusty and reeked of mildew. you pinched your nose as you and the others switched on your headlights. “jesus christ, it fucking stinks.” connie remarks. sasha elbows him in the rib. “dude we’re in a haunted church, you can’t take the lord’s name in vain.” she scolds him before crossing her shoulders in silent prayer. you giggle as connie rolls his eyes at sasha’s ridiculous antics. a strong gust of wind blows through the church, causing the front entrance to slam shut. you shriek, grabbing ahold of connie’s arm while sasha laughs at your frightened behavior. “don’t worry ____, ‘s just the wind.” connie reassures you, rubbing your shoulder.

“alright guys enough fucking around. it’s time to split up and cover more ground.” jean says, taking charge. “sasha, you and i are gonna explore the chapel and the pastor’s office. connie and ____, you both are going down to the abandoned brothel in the basement.” he instructs. connie groans and folds his arms. “seriously? that’s probably where his ghost is hiding.” connie complains. you tense up at that. it was only your first ghost hunt and they were sending you right into the fire. “that’s the point dumbass? sasha and i will be up here gathering frequencies and seeing if we can find any phantom residue. if you two can get in contact with the pastor, we can probably record his frequencies from up here to listen back later.” he explains.

sasha pulls some weird tool from her fanny pack, holding it up. “this is mission is perfect for using my tuning fork! i’ve been wanting to try this for ages.” she squeals, her voice echoing through the church. “damn sasha, lower your voice.” jean mutters, to which she responds with another giggle mumbling out a quiet “sorry”. jean looks back to the two of you. “well we have our assignments, lets get this show on the road my fellow philosophers.” jean salutes you both and opens the doors to the chapel, sasha waves and follows after him before shutting the door behind them. “jerk.” connie mutters under his breath. you squeeze his hand and smile up at him.

“c’mon connie, i wanna see my boyfriend bust some ghosts.” you say, hoping to cheer him up a little. connie nodded, barely acknowledging your attempt before starting to head off towards the doors leading to the basement. “alright babe, stick close. i have no idea what’s down here.” he instructed. you hummed in disinterest and began to follow him in his descent. amazing! astonishing even! you were practically throwing yourself at him, yet your boyfriend was still more interested in some stinky old pastor ghost. as you traveled deeper downstairs, the air around you began to get warmer like a stuffy room. by the time you’d gotten down to the basement there was a humid temperature surrounding you.

“is it to supposed to feel so warm down here?” you asked, taking connie’s hand to be as close as possible to him. connie whipped his head around the basement floor shining his headlamp on all the different doors. “you would think it’d be cold with all this concrete, it’s weird.” he finally answered, switching on his frequency tuner. you followed his movements and did the same. “good weird or bad weird?” you asked again, growing a bit concerned. connie shrugged before making his way towards one of the doors, his frequency tuner picking up. you glared at him, having had enough of his nonchalant attitude.

seduce him.

you blinked as the thought came from seemingly nowhere. you shook your head, deciding to ignore it. you watched connie peak into the room that was making his frequency tuner go off the wire, letting out a gasp. “____! you’ve gotta come see this!” he exclaims, grinning back at you before making his way inside. you follow after him, curious to see what surprised him so much that he actually acknowledged your existence. when you stepped inside you were surprised to find the room...spotless? there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. the decorative rugs and tapestries that hung on the walls created an erotic atmosphere. the large bed looked clean and comfortable as well, an oil lamp sitting on the bedside. “i thought this church was abandoned, who’s doing the upkeep?” you observed, still taken aback by the surprisingly clean and crisp room. connie pressed his hand down on the bed, feeling it out. “no idea. even the mattress and blankets feel fresh.” he marveled.

seduce him and gain his favors!

this time the thought echoed louder through your head, making you feel a bit lightheaded. your knees buckled causing you to drop down to the floor. connie whipped his head around in shock, instantly rushing to see if you were alright. “you okay baby?” he asked, concern lacing his words. you nodded and took his hand to help you stand back up. almost as instantly as you were back on your feet you felt the pressure in your head drop to your chest and then to your arousal. you let out a small whimper at the sudden wave of pleasure that came out of nowhere. connie pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, his touch felt like lightning.

“are you sure you’re okay? maybe we should — “ the door to the bedroom slammed shut behind you, but you didn’t really care. all you could think about was satisfying the sudden hunger that had come over you. connie jiggled the doorknob trying to get the door back open, curses spilling out of his lips. you sauntered up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist, swirling them up to lay your hands on his pecs. “wha — ____?” he turned his head to his shoulder, trying to get a view of you. you giggled and kissed his shoulder. “awh baby, we can stay in here and get comfy.” you whine, pressing yourself against him. connie tensed up in your embrace, caught off guard by your sudden switch in attitude. the oil lamp beside the bed flickered on, casting the room in a warm dim orange glow. connie grabbed your hands and snatched them off his chest. he spun around to face you, cupping your face in his hands.

“____, hey get ahold of yourself!” he tried snapping you out of it, his fingers popping between your eyes. you leaned up and kissed him under his chin. “i want you to get ahold of me.” you murmured, grabbing his wrists to place his hands on your waist. you batted your eyelashes at him with those puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. connie gulped, his hand hands instinctively squeezing around your waist. “y-you’re not yourself, this isn’t right.” he muttered under his breath, more so talking to himself.

you snaked your arms up and around his shoulders walking back into the bed, flipping around to push him into the bed. “you made me very upset, ignoring me all night for your dumb ghost hunt.” you said, planting yourself in his lap, running your thumb along his lips. “how are you going to make it up to me?” connie frowns furrowing his brows. you don’t even wait for him to answer before letting your head fall to the side, kissing over the expanse of his neck.

connie shivered, falling prey to your advances. you snatched off both your headlamps in a playful demeanor while your other hand trailed down to the seat of his pants, letting your fingers splay out across his crotch. “____…w-wait a moment.” he breathed, letting out a slight moan when you squeezed your hand around his clothed length. you giggled softly, slithering from his thigh to between his legs. you nudged his crotch with your nose, looking back at up at him. his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over with lust. that was all the indication you needed to begin to undoing his jeans.

your mind was clouded with thoughts of your boyfriend fucking your mouth and praising you with all the attention you’d yearned for. you pulled down his pants and boxers, licking your lips at his erect cock, leaking with precum. taking your thumb to his tip, you gently began to spread around the sticky substance. your tongue darted out to kitten lick the little mess you made, leaving connie hissing and squirming. “you’re such a tease.” he grunted. you grinned up at him knowingly before tilting your head to kiss along the length of his shaft.

connie desperately bucked his hips slightly as your kisses became wet and suctioning. done teasing him, you eagerly wrapped your lips around him sucking his tip before bobbing your head further. your tongue swirled around his shaft expertly, causing him to groan and buck his hips. you moan as his cock travels further down your throat, the vibrations of your voice stimulating him further.

“fuck baby…keep sucking me in just like that.” he huffs out, trying to keep his moans from pitching. his hands nestle in your hair, bringing your head down further. you relaxed your jaw as he continued to fuck your mouth, saliva collecting and dripping down your chin. connie bucked his hips into your mouth with fervor, you could tell he was close. “your throat feels so fucking good around me, keep swallowing me down just like that.” he praised, letting his head fall back against his shoulders.

he takes another deep thrust before you feel him spill his thick warm release down your throat. his cock twitches on your tongue as you slowly drag his length from your mouth. connie sits breathless on the bed, panting from the climax he’d just had, but you weren’t finished. you rose back up to your feet and stripped off your jeans and panties before crawling on top of him. with your hands slowly lifting your shirt over your head, you ground your wet cunt against the underside of his length.

connie stared up at you, his daze apparent on his face. “my turn.” you whisper, kissing the side of his mouth. you raised your hips slightly positioning his cock at your entrance before sinking down. you whimpered as you felt him filling you up all at once. connie took ahold of your hips, hissing as you clenched around him. “shit…your pussy loves sucking me in.” he groaned, bucking his hips again.

you whine, rocking your hips back against him. “it’s because i wanna feel you, right here.” you move your hand to your lower stomach, where you wanted to feel connie push against. connie smirked, lifting his knees up on and raising you up to hover over him slightly. “i can do that for you baby.” he growled into your ear before rapidly thrusting his cock into you. you grabbed ahold of his shoulders as he bucked into you, trying to keep your balance.

connie kept his word, fucking you balls deep with no mercy. you were so overwhelmed by pleasure you didn’t realize how loud you’d become. the oil lamp flickered as connie swiftly switched positions so you were on your back. he pushed your thighs back exposing your wet cunt that gaped for connie’s cock. he smirked and spit against you clit rising a whine from your throat. he chuckled cruelly before burying his cock back inside of you, his thrusts causing you to lurch up against the bed.

you clawed your hands over his his shoulder blades as he fucked you deep. “you feel so good, don’t stop!” you moan, arching you back as he hits your sweet spot. connie groaned from the way. you squeezed around him before leaning down to kiss you, his tongue swirling around yours. the sinful noises that came from between you both, echoing through the room. connie moved his lips across your jaw, praising you as he kissed and sucked your skin. you dazedly let your head fall to the side.

then you saw him.

a young man dressed in preachers robes, watching you both intently. you cried out clinging to connie — connie assumed it was a moan and continued to fuck into you. the preacher grinned at you and faded from your eyesight. just then connie let out a grunt. “shit baby, i’m gonna cum.” you were too dumbfounded to respond but it didn’t matter. connie had already grabbed your waist, pulling you down on his cock faster. the movement shocked you out of your mindstate, making you forget about the whole “pervy preacher ghost in the corner of the room” thing.

“fuck connie keep going!” you whine, your hand coming to grab your tits to keep them from bouncing out of your bra. connie fucked you like that until your legs became jelly and you creamed all over his cock. just as you were catching your breath connie came inside you, spilling his thick seed all over your walls. connie collapsed into your chest taking deep breaths.

“shit.” he breathed out, his hand squeezing your waist. “you okay baby?” he asked, tilting his head back to look at you. you smiled and nodded, massaging his short silvery hair. connie seemed to have a thought of realization and frowned. “i’m sorry ____. i should’ve done more to make you feel like i wanted you here. i must’ve looked like such an asshole. i was so focused on busting ghosts, i forgot the most important thing i wanted out of this was to introduce my girl to my uh…hobbies.” the sincerity in his eyes had you swooning. you cupped his cheek and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “you’re forgiven.”. you say, before sitting up.

not a good idea.

your head was spinning. you moaned and grabbed your head, massaging it. “____? baby, what’s wrong?” connie asked worriedly, sitting up as well. then just as quick as the dizziness came, it went. you blinked. “i have no idea. maybe you just fucked me too hard, hm?” you teased, poking his shoulder. connie pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. you couldn’t read his expression, tho it looked like a mix between a shock, confusion, and disappointment. in short, nothing good. “what?” you ask.

connie shook his head. “this is gonna sound crazy, but do you think you were possessed?” he blurted out. you bit your lip, remembering the preacher and the strange echoing voice in your head. “ah…maybe? but i wanted that, it was me no one was controlling me. it just felt more like someone was egging me on.” you explained. even coming from your own mouth it sounded delusional. “oh my god connie, did i get possessed?!” you squealed, snapping your legs shut.

connie laughed and leaned forward, pulling you into his embrace. “no it wasn’t possession baby. just a bit of paranormal influence, like in the poltergeist.” this did not reassure you whatsoever, but connie was already sliding off the bed. “c’mon let’s go back upstairs and see what jean and sasha found. don’t tell them what happened okay? jean’ll kill the shit out of me.” he chuckled, kissing the top of your forehead. you did once over of the room again to make sure there was no ghost priest hiding in here before starting to get dressed again.

ꔵ “finally you two are here! you’ve gotta come see this!” sasha exclaimed as she saw the both of you approaching. sasha and jean had hooked up some sort of computer and were huddled around it. “what is it you?” connie questioned, taking your hand and hurrying you towards them. you smiled, relieved that he had meant what he said and was starting to finally include you. “it seems like whatever you guys did down there worked! we recorded these weird frequencies and we think we might have caught the pastors attention.” jean said, clicking around the screen.

you and connie exchanged wide eyed glances. “uh…what did you hear?” you asked, instinctively squeezing connie’s hand. jean and sasha shrugged. “nothing, we couldn’t hear it until it finished recording.” jean grinned up at the two of you. “but you arrived at perfect timing, now we can play it back together.” jean pulled up the sound byte. “jean i don’t think — “ connie started to protest, but jean had already pressed the space bar.

the empty church echoed with the sounds of your lewd moans and connie’s sensual praises. the heat rushed into your cheeks as you looked down in shame. you didn’t wanna see anyone else’s facial expressions. after what seemed like forever sasha’s hand darted out to pause it. safe to assume you were never invited to go ghost hunting with you boyfriend and his friends again. however you and connie did some extensive research afterwards.

connie’s body cam had mysteriously became static when he walked into the bedroom, so there was no footage of the ghost — you were honestly just relieved the two of you didn’t film a sex tape. however, apparently the ghost of the priest wandered the church, waiting to lure couples into the brothel rooms so that he could gain pleasure from seeing his brothel still be put to use. seven other couples who had visited the church also reported a strange occurrence where they ended up having sex in the brothel as well. you wondered how jean had missed that key part of research about the ghost.

“we may not have busted that ghost, but he sure made us bust.” connie cackled, nudging you. you gave him a pointed look. “you make awful jokes.” you told him, nudging him back. though the experience was a bit of a mindfucker, it truly brought you and connie closer together.

author’s note: hello again! this took me a really long time to write and yet it still feels really rushed :( i tried to do what i could in the edits but this probably isn’t my favorite. i would appreciate feedback if anyone has any though and if you did actually like it, thank you! i promise i can do way better though lmao </3

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[ k i n k t o b e r ]  d a y   12    -   masterlist

↪ character: jumin han [mystic messenger]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, cam girl, videocall sex, mutual masturbation, porn with plot.

↪ a/n: the way i intended this to be short and turn out to be a full story lol. still, i really liked this and i can picture going back to this scenario again <3

Pop-up ads were Jumin Han’s worst nightmare.

No matter how many fancy antivirus the tech department installed on his laptop, he always managed to click somewhere he wasn’t supposed to and next thing he knew, there was a picture of an erect penis on his screen.

It usually didn’t irritate him as much, but that day he had to stay up working on a project and now he was stuck in a website he couldn’t close, no matter how many times he clicked the small “x”. He had called someone from the tech department and solicited a new laptop. It was going to take around thirty minutes for it to arrive. He poured himself a glass of wine and looked disgusted at his screen, where a blonde woman was playing with her breasts in front of the camera, that said “Live”.

Once again, he tried to close the window, but instead opened a new one instead, making him roll his eyes backwards in exasperation. When he looked at the screen again, he saw a young woman with long brown hair and big eyes looking at the screen with a small smile. It felt like she was looking right into her eyes, and he covered the camera on his laptop for a second just to make sure she wasn’t. She was wearing a white baby doll while kneeling on her bed, her bare thighs looking incredibly soft and alluring. She wasn’t touching herself but rather playing with her hair and giggling once in a while after looking at her screen. Jumin’s eyes darted to the right, where he saw comments from anonymous people appearing by the second.

As she read them, she propped up her thigh, making Jumin blush instantly. He couldn’t see her underwear, but the innocent way she had moved as if she hadn’t figured out she was showing more skin made his head spin.

His security guard knocking on his door made him come back to reality. His new laptop was probably back. Jumin quickly noted down the name of the user and the name of the website that had appeared in front of him before opening the door and taking his new laptop to finish up his work.

Watching her became a regular thing he did right before he went to bed. After a quick research he had understood what was the purpose with what the internet called cam girls, but the girl he had become so obsessed with didn’t meet all the criteria. For example, he hadn’t seen her naked once, every time she wore lingerie that covered from her breasts to her bottom. She usually just chatted with the people that left comments and sometimes would show off the clothes she was wearing. Jumin felt embarrassed at the tent that formed in his pants after she turned around to show off a cat lingerie that had a tail attached to it.

Two weeks after his discovery, he found himself again watching her. She was wearing a black lingerie set and was kneeling on her bed, a slightly distraught expression on her face.

“No, thankfully I’m okay,” she said, and her voice made Jumin’s heart flutter. “It just isn’t working anymore. A lot of smoke came out and I had to call a tow truck.”

He paid attention to the comments as they appeared and figured out it was about her car breaking down. She proceeded to explain how much she needed it to get to work and that she still didn’t have the money for it.

“So, if anyone can donate at least $5 I’d be really thankful,” she shrugged with a sheepish smile that didn’t match with the website he was watching her in.

For the first time ever, he moved his fingers to the keyboard and typed a message.

user18368: ‘How much does it take to fix your car?’

He watched her eyes go to her screen and read his comment.

“Oh, it’s about $2000. So yeah, I’m hoping I can get some here and then maybe sell some of my stuff, I don’t know,” she answered, fixing the strap on her bra.

The big golden ‘Donate’ button seemed to get bigger as he weighed his options. Jumin wasn’t an impulsive person, but seeing her sad face and the fact $2000 wasn’t a lot of money for him to begin with, he impulsively took out his credit card and filled out the form to send the money she needed.

The look of surprise on her face was enough for him to smile when she saw his donation appear on the screen. The cute way she covered her mouth with her hands as she bounced on the bed with glee was all Jumin needed to stop asking what the other people in the chat meant by calling him a ‘simp’. She thanked him, or well, she thanked user18368 for the donation and said she would call him later for his reward.

Reward?

Jumin’s eyes flickered to the stop of the screen where he saw the title of that day’s stream: ‘Emergency giveaway: 1 on 1 session! <3’.

Oh.

Not even five minutes after she finished the stream, he saw a small pop-up on the website that said ‘Sweetheart’ wanted to chat. Jumin swallowed thick and clicked on the ‘Accept’ button, not sure what he was doing. The girl appeared on his screen and waved at him, the most beautiful smile he had ever seen on her face.

“Hey! Thanks again for the car money. I owe you my life,” she joked, bouncing a little on her bed. Jumin stayed silent. His camera and microphone were off, but she was still smiling at him, and unlike the previous times, she was smiling just at him. “Hey, you don’t have to turn on your camera if you’re uncomfortable, but maybe you could turn your mic on? I’m always nervous some kid got here and I’m corrupting a minor,” she explained with a giggle. Jumin pressed on the microphone button.

“Definitely not a child.”

The girl’s eyes widened a little at the sound of his voice, her cheeks blushing at the same time. She bit her lip and then put on a smile again.

“Okay, what would you like to do? Would you like me to do something you like?”

“No,” Jumin answered quickly. “No, I-- I honestly didn’t know there was a prize behind this. I just wanted to send you the money you needed because I’ve been watching you for a while and I wanted to help out.”

“Oh, for how long?” she asked, curiously.

“A couple of weeks,” he said, embarrassed. “If that’s okay.”

“It’s totally okay,” she assured him, smiling again just the way he was starting to fall for. “I don’t really do a lot of shows in public, but sometimes I agree to do other… stuff in private sessions like this,” she said, playing with her hands.

“Like what?” he asked, intrigued.

“Like… well, sometimes I tell them what I would like someone to do to me. Sometimes I play with myself a bit,” she said, her fingers stroking the hem of her cleavage. Jumin felt himself getting hard at every move she made. “Or I watch them touch themselves. But if you don’t want to turn on your camera it’s really okay. I can tell you what to do.”

“What to do?”

“Uh-huh,” she hummed. “For example, I’d like you to lower your pants right now and touch yourself over your underwear. That is, if you’re wearing any,” she added with a cheeky smile.

Jumin looked at his locked bedroom door, not sure what to do. He had never been one to enjoy these kinds of situations, but there was something about her that drew him to oblige to her every word. She was waiting for him patiently, her innocent face a sharp contrast to what she was asking him to do. Still, he started touching himself over his pajama bottoms, his cock twitching at the attention.

“Mmmm, are you by any chance a little hard?” her voice rang, making him look at the screen again.

“Yeah,” he muttered. Jimin felt dirty, he felt like someone was going to catch him doing something indecorous, but he also couldn’t stop himself from complying to her orders.

“I always take that as a compliment,” she smiled, sticking her tongue out playfully. “Can you touch yourself directly now?”

Jumin did as told, freeing his cock and starting to pump it. He let out a groan as he made contact with his erection and right when he was about to apologize, he saw her biting her lips.

“I like your voice,” she commented, playing with her black babydoll. Jumin kept pumping himself, feeling somewhat proud she was reacting to his voice as well. “Now, I don’t want any fast movements. Just slow, like this,” she said, moving her hand on the screen.

He imitated her hand movements with his own, imagining for a second she was there with him instead of behind a screen.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He wanted to go faster, but her hand was still moving slowly and he wouldn’t be the one to do anything but what she asked him to. He saw her biting his lip when he talked again.

“Okay. Now slowly circle your tip with your thumb. But softly, as if it was a small lick,” she winked. She waited for him to do as she said, his breathing becoming more ragged with every second that went by.

Jumin’s deep grunts were making her squirm on her seat. How could someone’s voice be that attractive? She wished he turned on his camera, but knew better than to pressure him to do so. Closing her eyes, her right hand travelled to her front, underneath her lingerie and started rubbing her clit. She let out a soft mewl, her middle finger drawing circles around her clit, making her see stars.

“Keep pumping yourself, a little faster now” she said, trying to ignore how much she was panting at her own ministrations. “But please, let me hear you more.”

With one hand, he brought his laptop closer to him, so she could listen to his voice better. Jumin was never one to do these things. He had been thought better, he knew the proper way to act with a lady, but… the way she was slightly bouncing on the bed as she touched herself had caused a short circuit inside his head.

“Keep going, keep going,” she whispered, a moan escaping her lips. She parted her legs and even if he couldn’t see anything, the sole sight of her hand rubbing against her while her face was contorted in pure pleasure was enough to send Jumin over the edge. He grunted as he did so, staining his stomach with his release, as his eyes were still glued on the screen.

She kept touching herself, the sound of Jumin’s orgasm obviously affecting her, as her back arched as she kept her hand moving rapidly.

A dark idea crossed Jumin’s mind as he saw her getting closer, an idea he might not have acted on unless he was sure she couldn’t see him, like in that moment.

“Keep going,” Jumin instructed her, his voice a bit hoarse as he was just coming back to his senses. She opened the eyes and looked at the screen, her cheeks bright red, and nodded. In a matter of seconds, she was orgasming in front of him, and Jumin thought he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her. Even as she broke down, her face looked pristine, innocent, and the way she hadn’t even undressed herself or seen him for her to come undone was making his head spin.

She inhaled deeply as she tried to regulate her breathing, a shy smile as she looked at the front camera.

“Sorry, I-- Your voice is just… really hot,” she muttered, looking down at her hands.

“It's okay. You’re very enticing yourself,” he replied, wishing he was able to pull her on his lap and hold her close after sharing such a moment. 

She thanked him again for the money and he shrugged it off. The little wave she did to him as she said goodbye stayed on his mind for the rest of the week.

---

It was like everyone he met knew what he had done one week ago. Jumin knew they didn’t, but that didn’t help from feeling stressed whenever someone looked at him for a second longer than needed. The girl with the long brown hair and big eyes was living on his mind, twisting and twirling the red strings he had there, only managing him to confuse him even more. He had avoided her stream the last few days, wanting to desintoxicate himself, but quickly learnt it wasn’t possible.

“We’re here,” Jaehee said, as Driver Kim stopped the car. It was supposed to be a short balance meeting after the last RFA party, and taking into consideration everyone’s schedules, they had agreed to meet at a cafe downtown. Jaehee had assured everyone the meeting shouldn’t be longer than half an hour, but that their presence was necessary as she needed everyone to sign some documentation for the donations.

When he entered the coffee shop with Jaehee, he saw Saeyoung, Zen and Yoosung were already there. After muttering ‘good afternoon’, she sat on his seat and watched idly as Saeyoung was teasing Yoosung over something he didn’t quite hear.

“Now that the CEO-in-line is here, we can finally order,” Zen said, rolling his eyes at him. Jumin ignored him, not having the energy to respond to that. The actor called over one of the waitressed, who quickly approached their table.

“Hi! Are you ready to order now?” she asked in a cheerful tone.

Jumin didn’t even have to look up to know whose voice he had just heard.