#gonna hope i used the word enigma right

[masorciereviolette]

The Weight Of Grief

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader // Agatha x Reader x Rio

Warnings: Slight Angst / Violence

Summary:

Centuries ago, Agatha Harkness was condemned by her own coven for entangling herself with the dark arts, yet when they tried to execute her she turned their magic against them, draining them of their power and leaving nothing but hollowed husks & ashes in her wake. In the aftermath of Salem, she found solace in an unlikely love, forging an unbreakable bond with the Reader and later with the cosmic enigma herself, Rio Vidal. Their passion burned bright, but fate is rarely kind to those who defy its balance.

When Nicholas Scratch was born, he was not just your son but a child of magic, a gift from Rio—one that came at an unforeseen cost. Fearful of the price that would one day be demanded, Agatha ran taking Nicholas with her in a desperate attempt to keep him safe. But no amount of magic, no amount of hiding could change what had already been decided.

Years later, Agatha stands on your doorstep, stripped of her power and seeking aid. But the wounds of betrayal are not so easily mended and the weight of grief is not so easily forgotten. How dare she return now, after all this time—after leaving you to grieve alone. Love, loss, and the cruel hands of fate weave their story together once more, But some wounds do not heal without a price.

A/N: I’ve been toying around with my story trying to perfect it but I honestly think that the writing anxiety may never leave so I’m gonna post and hope for the best lmaoo. I have the summary here & as much as the first I’ll say 1000 words, just to get a feel for the vibe im reaching for. It is an ongoing story, currently sitting at like 4000 words right now and I have a lot more to cover so I may just post it in parts if anyone ends up interested, right now i’m just trying to cover ground to get us into present day 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Prologue:

The past has a cruel way of refusing to stay buried.

You never thought you’d see her again. Not after everything. Not after the night she disappeared, your son clutched tightly in her arms, leaving nothing behind but the ghosts of what could have been

Yet here she stands.

Agatha Harkness.

Her name alone is enough to stir something violent in you. Fury, sorrow, longing—they tangle together in your chest, an unbearable weight pressing against your ribs. You grip the doorframe, knuckles white, grounding yourself against the storm raging inside.

She looks different. The Agatha you remember carried herself with unshakable confidence, a woman of wit and wickedness, always two steps ahead of everyone else. But now… now she stands before you stripped bare, her once-powerful presence reduced to something raw and vulnerable. The sharp lines of her face are worn with exhaustion, her usually effortless smirk absent. And her eyes—those piercing, cunning eyes—are filled with something you never thought you’d see from her.

Desperation.

“Hello, darling.” Her voice is rough, as if the words scrape against her throat. A feeble attempt at familiarity, but the term of endearment is a knife twisting in your gut. Your body moves before your mind catches up. The slap echoes in the still night air, your palm stinging from the force of it. Agatha barely flinches. If anything, she looks as though she expected it.

“How dare you,” you breathe, your voice shaking. Not with fear, but with rage. With grief. “How dare you show your face here.”

Agatha exhales slowly, a ghost of a smile on her lips—humorless, self-deprecating. “I suppose I deserve that.”

You scoff, stepping back, gripping the door as if it’s the only thing keeping you from crumbling. “You deserve a hell of a lot worse.”

A gust of wind rustles through the trees, and for a moment, silence stretches between you. Heavy. Suffocating. Agatha glances past you, as if trying to peer inside, but you move to block her view.

“There’s nothing for you here,” you say coldly.

She hesitates, her throat bobbing as she swallows whatever words she wants to say. “I wouldn’t have come if I had any other choice.” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Of course. Agatha Harkness, only ever looking out for herself.”

Her jaw tightens, and for the first time since she arrived, something sharp flickers in her gaze. “That’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” The words taste bitter on your tongue. “You ran, Agatha. You didn’t even give me a chance to—” Your voice catches, a lump forming in your throat. You force yourself to swallow it down. “You left me.” Agatha flinches. It’s small, barely perceptible, but you see it.

“I thought I was protecting him,” she says quietly. “I thought—” She exhales sharply, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I thought if I could just keep him away, keep him safe, maybe…”

“Maybe you could cheat fate?” you finish for her, the words laced with venom.

She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t have to. You both know the truth.

Your fingers dig into the doorframe, your breath unsteady. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to feel this—this unbearable ache in your chest, this longing for something that can never be undone.

Agatha steps forward, cautiously, as if afraid you’ll lash out again. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “But I need your help.”

You let out a slow, measured breath, staring at the woman who once held your heart in her hands—who crushed it just as easily.

“Give me one good reason-” you say, voice hollow “-why I shouldn’t slam this door in your face.”

Agatha meets your gaze, and for the first time since she arrived, her walls crumble completely. “Because I have nothing left.”

Damn her—damn her for making you care, even after everything.

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Please like & reblog if you enjoyed I’ll post it all if people find themselves interested just lmk, I will also take any notes on how to improve!!! 💛💛💛

[balthazarusrex]

Wednesday WIP Game Fill 11/20/24

Fill requests for @wizisbored @twyrewolf @aparticularbandit @somefishycat @zyrafowe-sny @eriquin @bald-rights @asha10100101010 @enigma-the-mysterious for Whumpcember Day 15 - broken glass.

Requests were made in the amazing Wednesday Wip Game Community. Thank you so much for pushing me to write! I hope you check us out and play!

Written in tandem with @ditzyredrobin.

CW: minor blood and injury

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“I’m sorry,” Tim whispers, hot tears finally slipping down his cheeks. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Oh, doll, come ‘ere,” Jason sighs, gathering their Baby Bird in his arms like the delicate thing he is. “You don’t gotta be sorry about anything, me ‘n Roy are always gonna come when you cry. You hear me?”

“But-“

“But nothing. Don’t gotta to worry ‘bout nothing but bein’ here with me now, yeah?” Jason says, in that silky, loving drawl of his. “‘sides, if anything, I should say sorry to you. I wouldn’t expect Roy to let you go ‘til at least the bottoms of your feet have healed up.”

A week or so of cuddles on the couch might be nice, he thinks absently, burrowing into Jason’s neck. He’s warm and solid and protects him from the lazy Gotham drizzle.

“That Roy still on the phone?” Jason rumbles, cradling him to his chest with one arm, using his free hand to open the passenger side door.

“Oh,” Tim blinks, pulling the phone away, Roy with Lian, grinning, covered in ice cream after an ice cream fight Jason was less than thrilled about. “Yes.”

Jason settles him in the car, the heated seat already on high and toasty under his ass, “Can I talk to him?”

“Okay,” Tim agrees distantly, holding it out. He doesn’t think there’s anything else he can say.

Jason, ignoring the blood smears on the screen, takes it, holding it between his shoulder and ear as he buckles him in. He pushes Tim back against the headrest, his hand gentle yet firm.

Tim just rolls with it.

The heater is on full blast but it doesn’t fully chase away the chill.

He becomes aware of the seatbelt clicking into place and Jason taking above him but the words don’t register. He doesn’t mind, though, letting his eyes shut.

When he opens his eyes again, Roy is opening his door, eyes wide and so so green, looking a little frantic.

“Pretty,” Tim mumbles, letting himself be manhandled out of the car.

Jason snorts behind him which Roy pointedly ignores, but a little tension eases from his shoulders. “Let’s get you upstairs, ‘kay? I have dry clothes and a hot bath waiting for you once we get you patched up. Sound good?”

Dry clothes sounded nice, a bath with his vigilante boyfriends sounded even better.

Roy just smiled and bundled him in close to his chest. When Tim blinked again, he was sat on Roy’s lap while Jason tsked over his over his feet. The tackle box of a first-aid kit was spilled out over the bathroom counter.

“I don’t like this one but, Sweets, somethin’ just ain’t addin’ up. Why was he out there barefoot in the first place?”

Roy hums considering and smoothes the hair off of Tim’s forehead, his touch more gentle than his mother’s. “We’ll just have to wait and ask him,” he says gently. “What do you think, Timmy?”

Tim nods dumbly and winces when Jason pulls out another shard of glass. Jason looks up with an almost apologetic look and Roy presses a kiss to his hair.

[quidell-fics]

○Masterpost

I see a lot of people doing these, so I might as well make one myself!

Last updated: 3/3/2025

About me: Hello! Quidell here! I'm a fanfic writer for fun and I live in the US. My current obsessions are Black Myth: Wukong and Vinland Saga. This blog will be mostly about my fanfic writings, but I do post some screenshots from time to time that I will use throughout my chapters that I hope will be useful to anyone else who'd like to do the same 😊

At this moment, I am not taking requests, but feel free to ask me anything on my current WIPS 🙂

Current chapters I am working:

A Tale Painted with Blood: new chapter posted on 2-16

Sword and Spice: new chapter posted on 2-26. Next chapter is finished and is in the editing stages.

Hearts over Havoc: 1.5k words in 1/6th of the way through (it's gonna be long).

More below cut

My current fanfic works:

A Black Myth: Wukong fanfic ♡ Wukong x OC/Reader ♡ Destined One x OC/Reader ♡

♡ AO3 Link ♡ Wattpad ♡ ff.net ♡

Status: WIP • 11 chapters so far

Story Summary: At the journey’s end, every path she’s tread unwinds to a single, quiet truth: her final breath, where even the stars bow to her fading light.

Act 1: Ember, nicknamed after her wildfire, blood-red hair, finds herself swept into a world far from the one she knew. What seemed at first a cruel twist of fate, a misstep in the grand scheme of fate, soon reveals itself as destiny's design. Her role, woven by powers she could never understand, is to guide The Destined One along the right course. But in the end, as doubt coils around her heart, she questions whether the choices she made have left her with nothing but ashes—or if the fiery and untamed Monkey King, Sun Wukong, is the very thing she needs to help rewrite her terrible fate.

Will Ember let fate forever change The Destined One into an untamed, wild force of raw furious power, or will her own doubts turn the tide of his own destiny? Which path will she choose, and will The Destined One even heed her desires in the end?

Or is the weight of his inherited obsession too overwhelming for him to resist…

A Vinlad Saga Fanfic ♡ Askeladd x OC ♡

♡ AO3 Link ♡ Wattpad ♡ ff.net ♡

Status: WIP • 24 chapters so far

Story summary: Askeladd fancies himself a master of unpredictability, his every move and utterance a dance of caprice. Yet, when someone dares to unravel his enigma with unnerving accuracy, he scrambles to veil his true nature, only to find himself tangled in yet another conundrum of his own making.

Fiadh, a spirited Irish soul, seeks but one simple pleasure in life: to see joy bloom on faces as they savor her culinary creations. Yet, why must the universe persist in sending forth an unending parade of meddling men to thwart her culinary dreams? All she desires is to toil over her pots and pans, infusing her dishes with a symphony of spices and the subtle allure of what some would call poisons, in serene solitude, undisturbed by the intrusion of unwelcome distractions.

Old fics

You Had Me At When

My Hero Academia fanfic

Status: One-shot of a budding romance with Present Mic

Surprise!

Dragon Ball Super fanfic

Status: One-shot of a maybe(?) budding romance with Beerus

Skip

One Punch Man fanfic

Status: One-shot. Honestly, I don't remember much about this old fic 😅

Discontinued fics

I actually have 2 discontinued fics I no longer have posted. One for My Hero Academa and another for One Punch Man. The reason I discotinued/deleted them is because I got A LOT of death threats about them. I won't go into detail why I got death threats as I don't want this blog to go a certain direction. But if you're the few who remember those fics and no longer see them on my profile, this is why.

[simplegenius042]

WIP Music Monday

Rules: Post a song(s) that is relevant to your WIP or inspires it!

Tagged by no one, but was inspired by @nightbloodbix and @adelaidedrubman 's invitation to join in.

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @ishwaris @poisonedtruth @detectivelokis @derelictheretic @direwombat @strangefable @shallow-gravy @gaeadene @henbased and @wrathfulrook + anyone else who is interested.

First Music Monday for me. And in celebration of that I've decided to overindulge and get three songs for my three blog accounts because why not.

One song for a character, one song for a past romance between OCs, and one song for a WIP. Let's start with romance for my FC5 WIP.

For my two FC5 OCs; Sylvester Silva Omar (future junior deputy of Hope County) and her first love, Irene Neon (dreaded daughter of her equally dreaded father, the "Good Doctor" Kamski Neon) from my FC5 WIP Silva's Hope from my @the-silver-chronicles blog.

Here's their romance song for anyone who wants to listen:

Our Love by Curtis Harding ft. Jazmine Sullivan

"There's a girl in town and word's gone around she's just fine So I don't worry my head 'cause I know her heart is tied to mine The life that we live and the love that I give to her Each day it grows more and more, I'm sure it shows.

...

And after all (after all), the rain will fall on us too But I'll keep moving on (moving on), proud and strong with you.

(Our love) Is a bubbling fountain (Our love) That flows into the sea (Our love) Deeper than any ocean (Our love) For eternity."

Next is a character centric song for my British robotics-obsessed backstabbing lying OC Edward Carmine from my @the-untitledverse-blog who will first appear in my WIP Jurassic World: Before The Storm (you can which fandom that belongs in) and so on as the first major antagonist of The Perfect Storm saga.

Here's a song I attribute to him if anyone wants to listen:

I’m So Sorry by Imagin Dragons

"No lies and no deceiving, man is what he loves I keep tryin' to conceive that Death is from above (No time!) I get mine and make no excuses waste of precious breath (No time!) The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death.

So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low

...

Life isn't always what you'd think it be Turn your head for one second and the tables turn (yeah!) And I know, I know that I did you wrong But will you trust me when I say that I'll make it up to you Somehow?"

And lastly a WIP centric song for my Love Death + Robots WIP Sonya's Push from my @life-despair-and-monsters-blog where an OC of mine, Sir Enigma Malvolio, messes with and changes the story of Sonnie's Edge because he's just like that one asshole in the multiverse who can travel through dimensions to get to worlds but decides to ruin everyone's lives instead of improving them.

Here's the song I attribute to this WIP whenever I get motivation to write it if anyone wants to listen:

Can't Go to Hell by Sin Shake Sin

"Walk right in all you sinners and saints Tonight's the night we're gonna take off these chains Some wounds will never mend

It came with a warning, now we're all out of time This romance with ignorance has left us behind Sit back, relax, begin

It's too early for surrender Too late for a prayer We can't go to hell if we're already there They say the end is coming And I need to prepare We can't go to hell if we're already there."

Hope you all enjoyed.

[ariadynamics]

🌈 What research do you plan on doing for your writing?

(Also, just so you know, I'm gonna freak out if someday I'll get to read enjoltaire written by you)

Thanks, Nanna! 💜

🌈 What research do you plan on doing for your writing?

I'm verrrrry slowly adding words to the Galex WIP, and I'm at point where I actually do need to flesh out where they are and what kind of activities (PG rated ones!!!) they're doing in Greece. I have so many TKs (what I use as a placeholder to remind myself to look shit up after) dotted all over my doc. What kind of beach is nearby, the kind of restaurants and food they'll have, what the town looks like.

I also want to write a Nico/Jonas hockey rpf, outsider POV fic with Timo Meier and he's always been kind of an enigma to me. I need to do a bunch of research to make sure I get his voice right. I'm definitely hoping my Sharks fam can help 😭.

And ahhhh, re: Enjoltaire, I did NOT know you were also an enjoyer!!! Enjoltaire is SO special to me. I love reading and writing about devotion, especially the kind of devotion Grantaire had for Enjolras. Permets-tu more like I now have permanent psychic damage, THANK YOU.

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Writer Goal Ask Game for New Year

[elvisabutler]

Let’s start with the first sentence because let me tell you as soon as I clicked the “Keep Reading” tag and began I was like oh, boy we’re gonna get right in to the good stuff aren’t we? And it’s nice to know that I was right! With only the opening paragraphs we’re able to distinguish the distance between the married couple and it’s such a great leading point for where Lilli and Elvis end up at the end of the chapter. I’m not going to get too deep into the “She’s been downright mean…” paragraph, it has been discussed in our inbox but you weren’t lying when you said it was an accurate description of Lilli’s character. Any choices she’s making and feelings she’s experiencing she never does it to be cruel or as revenge for her pent up frustration - it’s all because her husband has left her alone and has left her wanting and has forgotten what he has in front of him probably because he thinks she’ll never leave. No, Lilly isn’t mean, she’s an unhappy, unappreciated wife. I don’t excuse or condone her cheating but her merely existing in the same house as someone who pays her bills isn’t a marriage in my opinion, signatures and courts be damned. “It’s just the paunch of his stomach yanking the fabric forward … making it so he has to leave the zipper partially undone before it reaches his neck.” “… but she can see how tight it is around his legs, around his thighs. …” The easiest way to get me on your side has to be indulging into the beautiful, large physicality of Big Daddy. It truly turns me into a wanton of a woman. Lilly is me because she’s appreciating a man, a real man who will fill her womb and take care of their household while still managing to take care of her. It’s a man who can be depended on, who can live as a husband, father, and continue to be his own man. I wish I had more words to explain it but I do not so I can’t say anything more besides Lilly is appreciating a real man. “The house is empty as her womb” ALLY WERE YOU CRYING WHEN YOU WROTE THAT BECAUSE I GOT THE SNIFFLES - I MEAN, ALLERGIES - WHEN I READ THAT. The fact that he continues on to fix other issues he sees in the oven without her even having to ask and without the need to charge her for them because her company and singing in the background are enough. Do you see what I mean when I say HE IS A MAN. “There’s an element of homeliness that has him sighing while in the oven.” Immediate images of her in their kitchen, swollen with his baby, cooking his lunch or dinner while he fixes things - that’s your future Big Daddy and I promise it’s coming to ya soon (I hope.) “It hadn’t been attractive on Nathan or any other boy,” that, Lil Darlin’, is because no boy is like Big Daddy who will take care of us. I really enjoy the fact that Elvis was quick to catch on to the look of hunger on her face, he recognized it from back in the day, and now here’s this young, beautiful woman giving him that smile again and making him feel wanted again overeating and nightmares be damned. Something as simple as lusting over Elvis sweating helped to humanize his character from this mystery of “How does the affair start” to “She’s a lonely wife and he’s a simple man.” Although he remains amazing it removes the enigma that is Elvis Presley and alters him to human level. Yes, his sweat and her horniness convey all that to me. If at some point you do include Lilly licking his sweat mixed with her lemonade from his skin I will bow down before you. Elvis, God is speaking to you, there is something missing as you watch her in the kitchen - you beside her and your child in her belly. “Now that’s a woman who ought to have a passel of kids, a football team of children.” That hurts, Ally, it does. You woke up and chose pain every time you mention her want of her kids mixed in with the amazing qualities she’d possess as a mother to care and love and grow another human. And they’ve spent one afternoon together but she’s awoken the lust in him and he’s eased some of the loneliness in her and with that interaction they’ve managed to become more to each other than neighbors or church goers.

so i saved this for a hot minute because trust me bri this was a delight to read. i always try and drop people right into things if i don't do the ramble talk thing i do for a lot of fics so there wasn't another idea to start it other than you know RIGHT LET'S SHOW HOW BAD NATHAN IS RIGHT OFF THE BAT.

but god you understand exactly where i wanted to go with this. it's not just a cheating story it's- it's two people finding refuge in each other and becoming the thing they need most in the world. you understand and get it and this is why i love hearing you scream about them to me. i truly love how invested you are

also listen maybe she'll make lemonade for him again and kiss him senseless and taste that sweat. maybe maybe.

[so-much-nonsense]

the absolute enigma

what does it take? to be at peace. to get used to things. to not feel overwhelmed everytime you experience something mildly unusual. i am super tired of feeling, i wish i could stop. watching the vampire diaries now makes me so nostalgic and i wish i had a humanity switch to just fucking shut everything off. i know this lacks all kinds of context so ill get started on a few things. today i visited someone at the hospital. a specific someone who is the most important person in my life. its nothing serious but its the most serious thing. anyways, given that i have spent so much time in and around hospitals i couldnt help but assure myself that i am used to it and that its nothing new. well, turns out only one of those two things are correct. this is nothing new to me, i have been spending so much time at hospitals since i was 10. what and why can be ignore because the reasons vary vividly from very deadly surgeries to a simple token. the feeling of walking down the long and empty hallways that are dimly lit is the feeling i know like the back of my hand. looking at terminally ill humans and just walking away as my heart cripples is a yearning that comes to me as easily as blinking. BUT what i have realised today, is that no matter how many times i do this, i will never get used to this. everytime it is still a fresh, overwhelming experience. but what matters is that this person is fine and so am i. that is it. also i keep thinking about a lot of things, always, obviously. but recently ive been pondering upon how people keep changing a lot. like a lot of time i spend thinking about this is wasted daydreaming or sum shit. this is what haunts me. everything that happens inside my brain is never real enough for the world but to me its the closest to reality ive ever been. idk if i should listen to myself or literally everyone else. its also about how i never want to give up. like, tf?? will i ever be ready to give up? honestly, i dont think so. because i want this to change. i do want to give up on certain things, that is what will enable me to enjoy what i have right now. the yearning to grow and want and have more, the potential to be in possesion of the best, is simply disabling me from enjoying where i am at right now. i keep thinking about how i dont enjoy the things i have now and how i let all the experiences pass because i am hopeful that i will get to experience something better. i can tell that i am never completely present in any situation, i keep thinking i will have the best situations to be present in. heck, i shouldve already been there, i should be there now. but i am not. i am simply choosing to deny where i am right now because i am not where i want to be. it makes a lot of sense when put into words but i hate that for myself. i like to cherish every experience, low or high. but right now, all i can think is, i am commercially analysing this and im getting into all types of politics in my head. maybe the thoughts are isolating themselves to change my likes and dislikes because thats one way of grieving. i dont want this. i hate this. hence, i want to give up on my dreams. but can i ever? i really do not think soooo ughhhh. maybe thats because i keep thinking that my dreams are not really dreams, they are goals that can be achieved. and somewhere i know that if i try hard enough i will achieve them but i just dont know why im not putting in the effort. or just why i did not put the effort the first time. but fuck it. im gonna try again. what have i got to lose? where i am right now. i hate that possibility. ik its not the greatest place but there is something about this that just clicks with me. so, like i said, ill keep trying. lol. and... uh... yeah, thats pretty much it for now. REGARDLESS (the irony), what kanan said about existential crisis flows in my veins: give up your dreams, death is coming, lets party!!

[kamikazeonwings]

🎵!!

(sorry for making you put things into words lmao but it did make perfect sense and i loved reading abt em!!)

(the words were being particularly uncooperative earlier but such is life)

songs i associate with my ocs lets go

enigma to k

you try to act as if you're saving me but you wouldn't cut the rope if it was hanging me dancing with the devil - set it off

enigma

i think my fate is losing its patience i think the ground is pulling me down i think my life is losing momentum i think my ways are wearing me down but if i gave up on being pretty i wouldn't know how to be alive i should myself to a brand new city and teach myself how to die honey, what'd you take? what'd you take?

brand new city - mitski

enigma

and you think you got the cure to being bitter? but the pill tastes just as bad as the real thing so i hope you don't expect me to get better you don't think that i intend to help myself, do you?

do you? - woe.begone

enigma

if i am a wound i'm not the type to ever heal i have found the worst will drag us down but the best won't dig us up like we deserve and i have found that if you're gonna drown it's best to hold your breath starting now

givennen / hallowed - woe.begone

engima

of course it hurt, of course it fuckin' hurt it hurt like nothing in the world sometimes that i was super scared, and we were all a train-wreck and also somehow making it i think i might've died there twice, and i would do it all again

feel better - penelope scott

k

i can feel my heart breaking mistakes i've been making i'm running out of patience to pretend this isn't how i'll let it end my feigning fading

this is what happens when you leave it to somebody else if you want it done right you should just do it yourself you oversaturate your world with nothing but machines you might make everyone happy, but you're dead inside just like me and now we're here at a standstill i wonder if you feel the kind of pain that rips your insides out? that's something i know all about shocking, ain't it? we have a lot more in common than you would be calm with it's like we're the same person, me and you we both don't know what we can do

i can't fix you - the living tombstone

k

sometimes i wish i could take a new form switch out some parts and become like the norm

sometimes i wish i could lend you my voice lend you my heart and lend you my choice sometimes i hope for a savior to come who's got what it takes to convince everyone

sometimes i wish i could lend you my shoes lend you my life and lend you my truth but sometimes the truth is just my point of view not what is real and not what is true

lucky is she who lives unaware who doesn't get bothered by those who don't care lucky is she who lives unaware who doesn't get bothered by all that's unfair

unlucky me who knows way too much who fights to make changes and music and such unlucky me, aware of the pain all 'cause i happen to have some brain lucky is she who lives unaware

blow my brains out - tikkle me

k

secrets don't make enemies, but they don't make you friends can't watch myself break and bleed another second

pin cushion - siiickbrain

k

i'm only happy when i'm on the run i break a million hearts just for fun i don't belong to anyone i guess you could say that my life's a mess but i'm still looking pretty in this dress i'm the image of deception

when everything is life and death you may feel like there's nothing left instead of love and trust and laughter what you get is happy never after but deep down all you want is love the pure kind we all dream of but we cannot escape the past so you and i will never last

homewrecker - marina

k

“i do not wish the death of any living thing i might be a killer but one day i shall be queen and put an end to slaughter, but until then i’m keen on staking clam to land and sea and everyfin between”

i played a game with eleven fools who told me not to break the rules but when have angels ever helped me yet? and magic isn’t real and anyway it doesn’t matter 'cause no matter what i conjure it could not help me deflect the angry death of every hopeful thought that i might be a lover or a fighter that i’m not in someone's spider web, or net i could be caught but i’m too bitter, better off alone, guess i forgot

so what do you want me to say? sorry? should i apologize when you ignore me? i didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely or to be hatched into an ugly story

and now i think my calling is to break apart and fall to pieces better yet, invent a brand new method of ascension

i’m impressed, you’ve managed to survive but rest assured we’d all be better off dead than alive 'cause when they get a hold of us, we’ll all be batter-fried and i’m surprised that nobody’s considered switching sides

so here i am, respectfully and royally destroying any chance of getting back on your good gills and i don’t mean to be hurtful, but if yellow's the new purple well, then bleeding’s the new breathing, don’t you think i will

that i am just pathetic, i won’t be overlooked i’m past the point of fishing to get back upon your hook i’ve made a manifesto, i’ve been bested by a crook, but never more i’m planning on reclaiming what he took

ugly story // phemiec

[mockingbirdshymn]

giving camp camp characters a favorite song(s)

specifically camp campbell campers because i dont know enough about the other chaacters to really get a grasp of what their music tastes would be, and david and gwen are enigmas to me

preston: meant to be yours from heathers the musical. he appreciates everywhere at the end of time, too though, and the symbolism behind it. he's a big "what's the hidden meaning of this song" kinda guy. he definitely is the type for horribly romantic songs, i hear a symphony by cody fry and dramatic songs like that, and every single song from every single musical he's ever seen.

harrison: viva la vida by coldplay is his favorite song. it's probably his ringtone too. he likely listens to it on loop while doing homework. i like to think he likes the good part, 100 bad days, karma, and bud like you by ajr as well as high hopes by panic! at the disco, though. he probably really likes those songs but is the type to look into what other songs his favorite artists have made, so hes stuck listening to only those songs from ajr/panic! at the disco/coldplay.

nerris: tavern background audio music from youtube. you would think she was joking but she listens to it in their free time. just sitting there listening to wordless medevil tavern/festival music. they probably like critical hit by ghost mice too.

max: loved by fein. it's edgy but he'd blast it. he probably liked mccafferty before mccafferty turned out to be a shit human being. he likes the front bottoms and set it off too, but loved by fein takes the cake. he probably celebrated when mcr got back together, too.

nikki: doesn't often listen to music with words- it distracts her easily and she doesn't focus well with lyrics. so she usually listens to karaoke versions of songs.

neil: video game osts, minecraft, undertale, random obscure underground games, he has a playlist.

space kid: he likes whatever songs his mom likes. plain white ts, taylor swift, all of it. he hasn't branched out to many types of music other than what he's heard his whole childhood.

dolph: he's open to any types of music, but because he's literally nine years old (in my hc at least!!), he hasn't discovered many songs besides what comes on the radio in the car when he goes to school.

ered: similarly to max, she likes set it off and mcr, but she also likes rare americans (ryan & dave being her favorite) and lincoln (person who made saint bernard and smokey eyes)

nurf: i dont like him im going to add him in every one of these "giving camp camp characters X" lists just so i can make that clear. nurf hate club. eggs benefits ruined him for me im sorry

[dameronology]

hi jazzy!! can i also request "you know damn well i would ruin myself for you a million little times" w robin please? ❤️💗❣️💖

yes robin the loml - this is implied fem reader bc of robin ofc

(also i'm sorry this is all in lower caps i know some authors do that as a stylistic choice but genuinely the caps lock key on my mac is stuck right now. not a stylistic choice and more of a "i spilled chicken soup" on my laptop sorta thing)

the air was cold from up here.

perched atop a billboard just on the outskirts of hawkins with robin beside you, the dimming lights of the tiny town glinted in the distance. every so often, you'd watch as one - a house, or an office, or maybe someone's headlights - would switch off, signalling another step forward towards a sleepless night. neither of you had spoken for a while. it was hard to find the words. what could you even fucking say?

sorry for dumping you. sincerest apologies for breaking your heart, babe, but we both saw it coming, right?

your hand was just inches from hers, pinky to pinky. normally, you would have reached out and taken in. tangled your fingers with hers and brought her hand to your lips; maybe you'd kiss it. maybe you'd just hold it, or play with her fingers and the homemade rings that decorated them; they were all varying shades of pastels, every so slightly mismatched from the chipped colours on her bitten nails.

being in love was hard. being in love with someone as frustrating as robin was buckley was even harder. she was an enigma; beautiful and funny, but so, so scared of her own feelings. she had so much love to give that it terrified even herself, so more often than not she would take it and run away. the girl would trip and fall on her way out of your life but it was only weeks before she came back. things were best during those times: when you had all of her. every last bit of her questionably sane mind, with its constant rambling and endless questions about the universe. it wouldn't last forever though - she'd slip away again after a month, maybe two. it was a constant cycle and it was tonight you'd decided that you had to be the one to end it.

"it's nothing i've done, right?" robin quietly asked. "i mean...obviously it is something i've done, because logically if you had done something to end the relationship i would be the one to instigate the dumping but just as like a final thing, maybe an exit interview, a quick review of our ill-fated dalliance if you will-"

"- robin!" you cut her off, trying to fight a smile. "no, it's nothing you've done. i just think you need to take some time for yourself to work out your feelings-"

"- i know my feelings!" she insisted. "i do. there are some things i'm unsure about, lots of things that i think i'm sure about but my feelings for you are the one thing i know i'm sure about."

you sighed, eyes flickering off to the distance. "in a few weeks, you're gonna be distant again and you'll disappear. it'll be no more than a month before you call me and i know i'll take you back because i'm spineless when it comes to you but..."

you paused. robin prodded your side, a signal to look at her.

"but what?"

"it's not fair on either of us," you gave her a teary smile. "i love you. more than anything in this stupid world, i love you. i just can't keep letting myself question whether you love me every time you run away."

"i do love you."

"i know you do," you replied. "call me when you're ready, yeah?"

she frowned, lips dragging into a pout. "what if it takes me a long time?"

"i'll wait."

hopping down the ladder, you leapt off a few foot from the ground and gave robin a small wave. she returned it, teary smile not faltering; she watched as you walked to the car, eyes following until you were on the road and off into the distance back towards hawkins.

truth was, you could have let her break your heart a thousand times. you could only hope that this time was the last time.

[my-name-is-siduri]

The Pet Shop Boys Video Game

You may know about West End Girls being in GTA V, or the various songs that have been included in karaoke and rhythm games. But that's just tracks included in the game, not an entire game with the central focus of the Pet Shop Boys. Surely nothing like that exists...right?

Our story begins on a late Saturday night, in a Discord voice call. @condylicious, knowing my obsession with PSB, had jokingly searched for "Pet Shop Boys video game" on Youtube.

What we found was an enigma that plagued our lives for the rest of the night. So now I present it to you, dear reader, in hopes that this curiosity is documented for posterity.

This is PSB Game (1992) for the Commodore 64.

(Full essay below.)

Part 1: Gameplay

Lucky for all of us, not only is the PSB Game available online, but it's playable right out of Archive.org! I recommend adjusting the emulator's joystick settings so that the controls work properly.

Intro

Upon loading up the ROM, the first screen we're presented with has an animated color border, the name Riff Raffs, the label Pet Shop Boys +6, and a scrolling message in the middle.

Quick tangent: this first screen that we've been presented with is a crack intro. To quickly summarize, breaking and removing a software's copy protection oddly enough has a culture around it, complete with entire teams that work on cracking programs. Not only do they remove the copy protection, but they add their own little flourish at the intro. The Riff Raffs here are one such team.

The second screen is a cheat menu, also added in by the crack team. For my playthrough I gave myself infinite lives because I'm bad at video games.

Title Screen

With all of that out of the way, it's time to start the game!

Other than the big text declaring PSB Game, there's the credit of 1992 S Pearson (we'll come back to this later), and an indication that Neil is Port 1 and Chris is Port 2. The title screen also has an extremely loud clashing noise playing over it. Listening closely though, it's a few second loop of the beginning of Opportunities (Let's Make Lots of Money).

I'm gonna be honest, these visuals combined with the clanging bitcrushed audio is uncannily similar to the supposed Polybius title screen. If the Men in Black show up at my door five days from now and start asking me synth-pop related questions then this is why.

The Stages

Pressing fire on the title screen starts the game. Whichever port you used to start will be the port you can play on. You can press fire on the other port at any time to have a second player join in.

Neil and Chris can move left and right. The fire button shoots up a comically large bullet upwards.

Getting hit knocks off one block from the health meter, as well as make our heroes flail their arms in distress. If the health meter drops to zero, its game over for that player. If both players lose, the game boots you back to the title screen. But I gave myself infinite health earlier so I won't have to worry about that during this playthrough :)

There are twelve stages. Most of the stages take place on this Launderette screen:

On these Launderette stages, large gray rectangles attempt to squish our heroes. They are also impossible to shoot, leaving you with no choice to dodge them. After two stages of the Launderette screen, the game changes the stage to a different screen with different enemies. It switches back to the Launderette screen for another two stages, then to a new screen, and so on until the game ends. Here are all the unique stages.

Stage 3:

It's the sleeve for the Love Comes Quickly single! Being rendered so minimalistic has somehow made Chris more ominous than he already was.

Stage 6:

A bald, sunglasses-wearing man with a shirt that says "Video Fall". I'm not sure who this character is supposed to be, but he's throwing VHSs at us. Luckily these VHSs can be destroyed with a couple of shots, one of the few things that you can actually shoot.

Stage 9:

The word UNFAIR is turned to its side, while a strange creature attacks our heroes. This stage isn't any more unfair than the other stages though, so I'm not sure what that's about.

Stage 12:

I have no idea what this is supposed to be a picture of. It's possible that since Stage 3 was a picture of Chris that this might be a picture of Neil. But it's so mangled by pixelization that it's anyone's guess really.

Ending

The game ends rather unceremoniously after Stage 12. It rapidly flickers the words "THE END". After flashing it for a little while, the game loops back to Stage 1.

Truly, the best that gaming has to offer.

Part 2: Who is responsible for this

As I mentioned in the intro, the first part of this journey began with a youtube video of PSB Game's gameplay. IMO it's not as good as mine, but it did start me off on this entire journey, to which I must thank it.

After going through every stage of grief upon watching this video, I began searching for more information about this game. I found two Commodore 64 databases had entries for the game. Here is the Gamebase64 entry, and here is the CSDb entry.

What's the title of the game anyway?

You might have noticed that the game appears to go by several names. CSDb, the original youtube video we found, and the cracking team itself calls the game "Pet Shop Boys +6". But the Gamebase64 entry calls it "PSB Game - Pet Shop Boys", and the game's title screen simply calls it "PSB Game." To confuse this further, the Archive.org file has "+6" tacked on at the end of the file name. My best guess is that the +6 part is related to the cracker team themselves? If anyone knows Commodore 64 terminology can explain this, feel free to let me know. Update: I've learned that the "+6" attached to the title refers to the 6 cheats available to use on the cheat menu before the game loads. Here is a video that explains the concept in more detail. Thank you to @dinosaurkirbys for letting me know about this, I appreciate it!

Personally, I've decided to go with the name PSB Game since it appears on the title screen.

Back to figuring out who made this

I realize it's a little bit late in this essay to point out that this game is a fan creation and completely unofficial. But uh, I thought I'd bring it up just in case.

The CSDb entry has little else other than the download link and credits the cracking team Riff Raffs (more about this in a bit) but has no credits for the game itself. The Gamebase64 entry gives us a little more information, noting the year it was published, as well as two names: Shaun Pearson. and Chris Yates.

Chris Yates is a red herring. As seen in the publishing info, PSB Game was created with SEUCK, which is an application that can be used to create shoot 'em up games. Chris Yates is one of the programmers for that application. Essentially, it's like if you credited a game made with RPG Maker as being created by RPG Maker itself.

That leaves us with Shaun Pearson.

Gamebase64 lets you search by creator. Searching for the name Shaun Pearson brings up a few results, mainly other SEUCK projects. What caught my attention was that they appear to have worked on a game as recently as 2020.

Now where this gets particularly interesting is that searching the same game on CSDb credits to user Wile Coyote instead. I'm not entirely certain if Wile Coyote is Shaun Pearson, but if they are, then they're active to this day. I'm not sure how to get into contact with them to confirm this because CSDb's forums were too confusing for me (I'm bad at technology I know), but if they are in fact the same, I think it's pretty cool to know that they're still active. If anyone can find me a way to contact them (or hey, if Shaun/Wile Coyote is currently reading this and want to contact me), feel free to reach out!

Part 3: Conclusion

As is, I think that's all there is that can be documented about the PSB Game. Before I go though, I do have a few requests.

One, if there is a physical copy of PSB Game laying around somewhere (unlikely, but you never know), I'd like to see a picture of it.

Two, if anyone knows how to rip C64 sprites, I'd love to have the sprite sheet for this game. Especially tiny pixel Chris and Neil flailing their arms.

And finally, Shaun, if you're reading this, I'd just like to say thank you so much for creating this strange little game. I had a blast uncovering it and learning a bunch about the C64 in the process. As I said, if you're willing to reach out, I'd love to hear more about this game from you!

Thanks for reading, everyone!

tl;dr weird little C64 shoot 'em up starring Neil and Chris

[thefanficmonster]

Bucket List

Lexi Howard x Fezco [Euphoria Season 2]

Warnings: Drug use (weed), Swearing, SPOILERS for Euphoria Season 2, Being High

Genre: FLUFF, Romance, Humor

Summary/Prompt: Lexi gets high for the first time with Fezco

Requested by Anon. Thank you for the prompt, dear! Hope you enjoy the imagine! Love, Vy ❤

This is a rare occurrence for the two, especially for Fez. Him and Lexi have found themselves sitting in his living room, going back and forth about a subject Fezco has never thought he’d have to think twice about - smoking weed.

“I dunno, Lex, I don’t want you doin’ some shit you might regret later.“ He complains after a long silent pause fell upon them after Lexi made her point of ‘wanting to be more adventurous‘. Unfortunately for her, he still seems uncertain which means she’ll have to continue arguing her case.

“I won’t regret it, Fez. I promise you. It’s on my bucket list so it’s gonna be fine regardless.“ She replies concretely but, much to her dismay, he’s only amused by her statement.

He tilts his head to look at the brunette girl and smirks, “Bucket list?”

Lexi hadn’t thought of how childish that would sound until he said it out loud and made her cheeks heat up with embarrassment, “Well, not exactly. Just a list of things I wanna do before graduating and going off to college.” She explains herself, chuckling at her own cringiness.

Fez, on the other hand, finds it adorable, “Yeah, I get it. I mean, it makes sense. There’s stuff you wanna do before closin’ one chapter and openin’ another. It ain’t a small deal.”

The girl playfully rolls her eyes, “Yeah, your philosophy won’t distract me, Fezco.” 

He chuckles at this, “You hard to deceive, Lexi Howard.” He adjusts his seating position to be able to face her, “What else is on that bucket list of yours?”

Lexi stubbornly crosses her arms over her chest and smirks, “Help me cross this one thing off and I’ll let you in on the rest?“ She phrases it as a question - an offer. She’s offering him a deal that he’s very tempted to take.

To him, Lexi is way more than a pretty-faced smart goody-two-shoes. He sees her as an enigma. He sees her as an open book written in reverse and in a different language - it seems standard and straight-forward but when you really look at it you realize how complex it is to understand. How many layers there are to it.

How many things there are to know about her.

Getting a sneak peak into this bucket list will have him looking at a more adventurous side of Lexi, her goals and wishes. And not only that, but by fulfilling her request of getting high with her for her first time, he’ll have a look of how different she is when she lets loose completely. That ain’t a small deal. There might be casualties if he agrees to it, but she doesn’t seem too concerned about them herself which is saying a lot.

“Fine...“ Fez sighs, almost regretting it but then he hears Lexi’s squeal of excitement and feels her soft warm lips on his cheek. That’d be enough to convince him to do anything.

“You’re the best, Fez.“ She tells him, her words genuine and honest. They bring a smile to his face, a smile so love-struck, he’d feel like an idiot if anyone else saw it. Ash would probably never let him live it down which is why it’s good that he isn’t home at the moment and is instead running the store - something he volunteered to do when he saw the girl’s bike pull up to the entrance.

Fezco knows he’s far from the ‘best’ person she could be with at the moment or at all, generally speaking. He’s worlds away from her, differentiating in so many ways it’s still unbelievable to him that they’ve ended up compatible enough to be here right now or to have met in the first place. And yet he thanks the universe and the God he believes in for it every single day. He hasn’t had many good things happen in his life so he’s sure to be grateful when he gets one although ‘grateful’ is an understatement for what he feels and has been feeling since Lexi entered his life. He’s felt true happiness, he’s felt those damn butterflies he’s heard about so many times and called them bullshit. He’s felt a feeling dangerously close to love and he’s unsure of how to deal with it. Anything that good provokes his automatic instinct to just push her away and distance himself. But here’s the thing: he can’t. And if he’s being honest he doesn’t want to either.

*  *  *  *  *

After rolling a slim blunt which took him an embarrassing amount of time, Fezco sits down next to Lexi once again. That joint is some weak shit in his eyes but when he imagines the inexperienced girl smoking it he still thinks it’s too much.

“We’re sharing?“ She asks, confused as to why the long wait and work produced only a single blunt.

“There ain’t no way in hell Imma let you smoke a whole blunt.“ He laughs, settling the small item in her hands when she stretches them out towards him, curious to inspect it further. He finds it amusing, the way she holds it so delicately, contrary to how he handles his joints.

She sniffs the smell of the weed and scrunches her nose slightly, displeased. There’s a common rule that says: ‘If something smells bad, there’s no chance it’ll taste good’, which is why the thought of inhaling a puff of smoke with that aroma and letting it travel down to her lungs disgusts her almost enough to call the whole thing off.

“See, you already ain’t a fan.“ He chuckles as she hands it back to him.

“I won’t knock it till I try it.“ Lexi shrugs her shoulders, although a bit hesitantly, “What matters is the effect it’ll have on me afterwards.“

Fez agrees that that’s exactly what matters because he’s terrified of a negative reaction which, honestly speaking, there’s only the slimmest chance for but he can’t help his concern.

“It’ll put the workaholic in you to sleep, that’s for sure.“ He says, making her scoff and presumably roll her eyes. They’ve gotten to the point of being able to distinguish and guess each other’s facial expressions and general reactions. That could either suggest a great connection and built up knowledge on each other or just something that’s a tell-tale sign of them spending way too much time together. That’s the catch though: there’s no such thing as ‘too much time‘ for them. It’s never enough. They’re greedy and can never get enough, wishing the seconds and minutes could stretch, last longer. Wish their time could warp and be formed into ‘forever‘.

Unfortunately, their ‘forever’ never lasts longer than a few hours. It’s never even lasted a full day. Fez is hopeful that’ll change today.

“I hope so. Cause I can’t get my mind off this paper I need finished by Tuesday.“ She replies watching as he flicks the blunt between his fingers before taking out his lighter.

He’s just about to light it when he processes what she’s said, “Yo, if you thinkin’ of some bullshit paper right now, I’m clearly doin’ somethin’ wrong here.”

Although he was only half joking, the result of his comment was a wholehearted laugh from Lexi which immediately brought a grin to his lips. “It’s hard not to think about when it means a lot for my grade.“ She might be camouflaging it from Fez but she’s now stalling and for no particular reason whatsoever. She trusts him and knows that a weed trip is the smallest she could experience, one that can’t even really be considered a trip, just a regular calm high.

“I cannot fucking believe you’re worried. Like, you forget you’re Lexi Howard?“ He asks her, returning her from the depths of her contemplations and hesitations.

“It’s good to have a reminder sometimes.“ She admits, meeting his soft eyes, “But it’s even better to relax a bit.“ She nods to the joint they had both forgotten about momentarily, causing Fez to smirk.

“Aight then.“ He chuckles, “Imma kick it off, you take the lead, ‘k?“

Lexi nods, watching as he brings it up to his lips, trapping it between them and sparks up the lighter. He inhales deeply, removing the blunt from in-between his lips to release the smoke forwards, in the direction of the window that’s opened a crack.

“Your turn.“ He nudges her shoulder with his, “Just breathe it in. Not too much tho, I don’t want you choking.“

She nods once again, taking the offered blunt and taking a decent puff that makes it’s path down her airways, burning her throat in a way that makes her cough and release the smoke. Thankfully, it’s just that one cough to get rid of the burning sensation and she manages to stabilize herself. She lifts her head to see how proud Fez looks as his gaze is entranced on her.

“What?“ She giggles.

“Handling it like a pro.“ He answers, his eyes trailing over her form, stopping on her hand which is still holding the joint. “Is there somethin’ you ain’t good at, Howard?”

“Plenty of stuff actually.“ She replies as she takes one more puff, surprising the hell out of the drug dealer before handing him the weed back, “Like having fun, being adventurous, sticking up for myself and others, being spontaneous, cooking.“

“That bucket list gon take care of three of those things. I can teach you a thing or two ‘bout cooking and for the sticking up for yourself and shit - don’t stress. You’ll figure it out. Until then imma be bashin’ people who dare talk smack ‘bout you.“

Lexi can’t help but giggle at his statement, stretching her legs in front of her, freeing them from their crossed position, “You can teach me to roll up a few too.” She says, hinting at his blunt rolling gear that sits on the small table next to the TV.

Surprisingly, he shakes his head, “Nah man, no fucking way. With you bein’ a pro at all shit you try, the last thing I need is you becomin’ my competition.”

The brunette rests her head on the man’s shoulder with a giggle, kissing his jaw, “No, I’ll be your helper.”

“Now that’s some shit I can get behind.“ Fez tilts his head so he can gaze down at her, pressing his lips against hers.

*  *  *  *  *

“Now you gon tell me what’s on that bucket list or nah?“

The blunt has long been stumped out, leaving Lexi in a state she’s never experienced before while Fezco is only mildly dazed. It really was some weak shit for him, but the girl’s presence has been enough to intoxicate him further.

Regardless, he’s pretty grounded while Lexi has been rambling on and on about different subjects. He tried to memorize each and every word that marked this day but with her fast speech and his hazy mind it was pretty difficult. Then she seemed to shut down and fall into a silent state of happiness with this dopey smile that currently resides on her face.

She giggles at his question, “There are regular things like learn to drive; have a roadtrip; go camping. There are more....explicit things like, um: lose my virginity, go skinny-dipping, kiss a girl - but I’ve already done that.” Not noticing Fez’s surprised expression, she continues, “But currently you know what’s number one?”

Caught a bit off-guard by the question, it takes him a moment to respond, “Uh, what?”

She snickers, completely out of it in the most adorable way the ginger has seen, “Get something to eat cause I’m fucking starving.”

This gets a laugh out of Fezco, the type he’d let out at his grandma’s fucked up adult jokes he was probably not supposed to hear as an 11-year-old, “You never fail to amaze me, Lexi Howard.” He takes her chin in his hand, softly tilting her head towards him and runs his thumb over her lips, “But I gotta tell you one thing - if stayin’ over at mine is on that list of yours, can we cross it off today?”

The pleading look in his eyes, coupled with her desire to do just that which has been living in her chest ever since they started hanging out at his house make it extremely difficult for her to turn him down.

Which is why she doesn’t.

“Of course we can.“

Their lips connect once more, this time not stopping at a simple one-stop kiss. They move into a well-synchronized rhythm with Fez’s hands wrapped around Lexi’s waist while hers are around his neck.

She pulls back breathlessly, her lips swollen ever so slightly, “But McDonalds first.”

“You got it, Howard.“

@lilaalouuxx  @ciniluv @hyperfixatingmenever  @rosesandallthatshit  @coffeebookreadinglover  @dreamingaboutyousworld  @maryelizabeth13

[dothedanceofdeath]

The President and I: Din Djarin X Original Black Reader AU

Summary: You are hired to write the biography of President Din Djarin of Mandalore - a job that turns out to be so much more than you could have imagined. A/N: AU, Age gap fic (19 years), Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Political shenanigans, Pro-monarch resurgence, war-hero Din, writer reader Pairing: Din Djarin  x Black female reader 

I’ve had a fic percolating for a while and I think I might be ready to unleash it on the world.

Din Djarin is the brooding President of the small coastal European country of Mandalore. Reader is the a Pulitzer Poetry Prize winning writer who visits Mandalore when a young girl writes to her, asking her to attend her school’s version of a show and tell - she’s in a slump in her career and she really needed this validation okay. Reader is accosted by the presidential guard on her way home and asked to write the biography of President Din Djarin, whose stoic nature has turned him into an enigma that alienates him from his people.

Reader is hired to shadow President Din Djarin for three months and lemme tell you the slow is gonna be burning my babies. Both these idiots have walls up so high it’ll give you a nosebleed but Din the war hero and reader the depressed wreck are going to find each other amongst the interference of the Djarin Administration and the failed monarchy that seeks to regain power (Did someone say Bo-Katan cameo?).

Also, all the SMUT is coming. I personally love to hate a good slow burn but I really wanted to do something heady and substantial because there is not a lot of Pedro fanfic written for us Black femmes so I wanted to do it right.

A little taste of the fic below. Let me know what you think!

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“How are things going? Smoothly, I hope.” His tone was earnest. You couldn’t help but notice how he always ended his question with his preferred answer. You smile, wanting to seem amiable. It doesn’t reach your eyes.

“Yes. Smoothly.” You sigh and sits back in the chair dropping your gaze to the intricate engravings on the edge of the large wooden desk. Din nods, watching you closely.

“Is there anything else you need for the book?”

Your eyes shot up to his half listening, before you register the question and shake you head.

“Oh, no no. I think I have everything I need. The book will be readable, hopefully enjoyable. Everyone will be happy and we can all move on with our lives.”

Din’s expression is unreadable but he sits back in his chair.

“What do you mean by that?”

“By what?”

“Everyone will be happy… what does that mean?” He asks you, eyes never leaving yours. You catch a twitch of inquisition on his forehead before his face resumes its neutral stoicism. But his eyes. His dark brown orbs shine with his true curiosity. It felt like eavesdropping to even catch this tell of his. 

I really want to play poker with him. 

“Oh, uh… that everyone will be happy, last time I checked.”

You didn’t intend to be cheeky but you were well past the limit of your bullshit barometer to the point where observing decorum with an entire president just felt trite and unproductive. Din doesn’t move, eyes never leaving your face even though yours try to find any other focal point in the room. It’s so quiet, even for this time of night. You open your mouth to excuse yourself when he robs you of the chance by speaking.

“You do this writer thing where you say something, and mean something else. Stop it. Say what you mean.” He delivers evenly.

Your mouth drops in silent shock at his frank observation. The shock amplifies to the point where you laugh. You actually laugh out loud, boisterous and almost joyous. He can’t hide his confusion, but underneath it, he manages to conceal the awe that accompanies the warm bloom in his chest at the sound.

“Oh God” you huff out, trying to control your breathing. “Uhm... I mean isn’t that what you do as a politician?”

“Im not a politician.”

“Oh no, you’re just a freedom fighter turned president.”

The words hang in the air and you wish he would offer a retort so you wouldn’t have to pass the seconds realising how big of an asshole you just were. Din finally drops his gaze and you feel shit about it.

“Im sorry. I’m so sorry. Jesus, why do you let me speak to you like this?”

“Because I’m not a politician.”

That shuts you up. He never chose this. He was barely out of high school when he lost his entire family. A mere baby fighting someone else’s war. Although he sit across you, dark hair expertly disheveled and salt and pepper patchy facial hair doing things to you, you did not have the time to entertain right now, it was clear that this 47-year-old man still carried the hurts of the boy he used to be.

“You don’t owe me anything.” You offer. He raises his eyes to yours.

“You were 19, fighting on the frontlines of an impossible war the year I was born. You and your administration do not owe me shit.”

“But?”

You take a deep breath, weighing how far down this rabbit hole could still go before you actually pissed him off.

Fuck it.

[lockoutkey]

Red and Green Nights

This was inspired by @bdoubleowo's mistletoe drawing check it out it's good art. AO3 link here.

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Christmas was a fun time for those who were a part of servers.

The members of last life thought it would be nice to spend it together this once. They were so used to the violence of their own server that overtook them it would be nice to have a time of peace. The holiday was the perfect time for them to just relax and enjoy the company of each other. There was no hate during these times. They ate and drank and forgot their worries for just a little while. For a little while there were no nightmares, no one flinched when someone came towards them, no one shuddered at the thought of speaking to someone. They were friends who spent a meal and a drink with each other.

Lizzie sipped on her eggnog in peace. Joel was off with Jimmy probably up to no good. The less she knew the less she had to worry about. What she didn’t know she didn’t have to be responsible for. Her husband and brother could get in trouble with someone else. If they were pranking someone, they could face the wrath of that person. They knew better than to mess with her.

Lizzie was so at peace she didn’t notice Cleo sneak up on her. The two were working on bettering their friendship after their most recent sessions. They were trying to understand each other. They knew what happened there should stay there. All the hurt was in their past. They had to be better.

Lizzie smiled at her friend. “Cleo! Enjoying the party?”

Cleo gave her a mischievous smile. Lizzie immediately knew she was up to something. “Of course, a ton of fun. I plan on having much more fun soon, however.”

Even on Last Life, Cleo loved to play pranks. There was no reason for it to stop as soon as they left. The pranks would probably be much less deadly, but the woman was bound to play pranks nevertheless. Lizzie would be fine. On the world Grian had them in they couldn’t even be killed. She was the safest she had ever been.

Lizzie raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? I do hope it doesn’t involve any arson.”

Cleo shook her head. “Not this time. It involves this.”

Cleo held up her hand and kissed Lizzie on her forehead. Lizzie let out a sound of confusion and looked up. She saw the tiny green and red leaf and let out a laugh. “You’re the last person I’d expect to break out the mistletoe.”

Cleo waved her hand. “Oh please, I’ve done it before but this time there’s no admin to ban it.”

Oh, there was a story right there. “Alright, what’s the plan? Whose the first victim?”

Cleo swung the small plant tied to a string. “Well, you and Joel were going to be the first, but you know how that man is. He would kiss you without this.”

Lizzie blushed. “Well, he’s just that kind of person I suppose.”

“Exactly. Plus, I need a partner in crime. So how about another team up? Let’s not have any death this time though.” Cleo let Lizzie through the house to wherever she was planning her pranks. “Do you have a hat? We’re gonna need a few things for some of them. Also, how do you feel about crawling in vents?”

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“So yeah, that’s how I got trapped in bedrock and couldn’t get out.”

Tango stared at Scar in disbelief. He knew what happened was possible, especially with Scar, but hearing the story was still unbelievable. He was so casually about losing everything he owned. Boatem truly was on another level of…something. They were something that couldn’t be put into words.

“Scar,” Tango said. “You are an enigma.”

Scar grinned. “Thank you!”

He lost sight of Tango in an instance and was instead faced with the smiling face of Cleo and Lizzie. He tipped his hat to the two women. “Ladies, to what do I owe the honor?” I’m gonna die.

Cleo grinned. “Scar, your hat, I think I can improve it.”

Scar returned the grin immediately. Anything to do with his hat automatically had his attention. Cleo and Lizzie could tell they had caught his interest and silently cheered. Scar removed his hat and twirled it, showing it off to his two friends. “How can you possibly improve my hat? My hat is just wonderful, see? Look at it.”

Lizzie nodded. “It is. But what if you added this.”

Scar looked at the object shoved in his face. “Why is mistletoe on a stick?”

Cleo held her hands out, obviously asking for permission to hold his hat. He placed it in her care and watched her take the fishing rod of a plant from Lizzie. Cleo elaborately stuck the wood onto his hat and tapped it firmly onto the front so it hung off the front like a unicorn horn. It looked ridiculous and impractical. Scar loved it.Cleo handed it back to its owner with a proud smirk. “What do you think?”

Scar smiled. “It’s a very Christmas addition. But why did you give me mistletoe?”

Lizzie looked at her nails with too much innocence. “Oh, I don’t know. We just noticed Grian was standing alone sometimes.”

Scar side eyed the two. “Are you meddling?”

The two looked in different directions but Lizzie’s smile gave her away. Scar crossed his arms. “I can’t believe you’re meddling. Meddling! Cleo, how could you?”

Cleo pointed across the room. “Oh look! There he is right now!”

Grian was indeed standing where Cleo was pointing. He was in the middle of making a cup of hot chocolate looking very concentrated on not spilling the packet of chocolate powder. He glared at the small bit of dust that fell onto the spruce table. He glanced around and brushed it onto the floor.

Cleo gestured towards him. “Wow, he’s right there. What are you gonna do, Scar?”

Scar tapped his chin. The mistletoe lightly swung in the air. “You know what? You’re right. Grian shouldn’t be alone, I should go to him! Thank you for this, Cleo and Lizzie! It’s a wonderful and helpful hat!”

Cleo brushed off the comment. “Don’t worry about it. We’re just helping out!”

Scar walked away, hearing a quiet. “Okay, who's next?” From Lizzie. He chuckled, feeling bad for whichever two last lifers were the victims of the two tricksters.

Grian was shaking marshmallows into his hot chocolate when Scar tapped on his shoulder. Grian’s wings flared out, nearly knocking the other mugs off of the table. He backed up and glared at the intruder who scared him. “Scar! You can’t do that!”

Scar smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, G, didn’t mean to scare you. Scouts honor.”

“I highly doubt you were a scout.” Grian laughed.

“Hey! That rhymed. And I was, otherwise how could I say that?” Scar defended himself.

Grian didn’t even bother to argue. There was no way to use logic when it came to Scar. He was the most illogical person Grian had ever met, for as talented as he was when it came to building, his brain worked in mysterious ways. Though the stop in conversation drew his eye up to the new addition to Scar’s hat. “Scar, what on earth are you wearing?”

Scar glanced up. “Oh, I’m wearing a hat!”

Grian let out a sigh. “I meant what’s on your hat. You have mistletoe on a stick taped to it. Why? Why are you like this?”

“An excellent question. You see, there I was, peacefully telling Tango about my endeavors on Hermitcraft. All of a sudden, Tango disappears from my eyes. I assume he’s taken by the gods, but in actuality-”

Grian cut Scar off. “Scar, just tell me why you have that on your hat.”

“Oh, it’s so I can kiss you!” Scar merrily explains.

Grian laughs. “What? Is a mistletoe fishing rod your plan?”

Scar shakes his head. “I’m glad you think it also looks like a fishing rod. No, it’s Cleo and Lizzie’s plan, but I think it’s a wonderful idea! It makes my hat look impressive as well, don’t you think?”

Grian looked around to see both Lizzie and Cleo climbing a ladder into the ceiling. He didn’t know why, and didn’t know how no one noticed. He supposed everyone was too drunk from whoever spiked the eggnog to see their antics. Lightweights, all of them.

Grian crossed his arms. “No. Someone told you to so you don’t get to.”

Scar frowned. He reached out and grabbed Grian. “But…my hat.”

Grian squirmed in Scars arms. “I don’t care about your hat! Mistletoe is stupid!”

“That’s offensive to Christmas, Grian.” Scar scolded. “Do you hate Christmas? I can’t believe you hate Christmas!”

Grian smiled. “Yes, I hate Christmas. I don’t like it anymore.”

“Pleaseee can I have a kiss? It’ll convince you to like Christmas!” Scar whined.

Grian shoved his face away. “Nope, now it’s the principle. I simply can’t, it’s a law.”

Scar smirked. “The last time you did something on principle you started a war.”

“I’ll do it again.” Scar pushed past his hands and Grian pressed his face again. “Nope, principle.”

“Whyyyy?” Scar gripped Grian’s sweater. “Once! Then you can stick to your principal!”

Grian let his arms fall and Scar’s hat bumped into his forehead. “Okay, you get one kiss. Then you go away forever and follow the principal.”

Scar nodded in agreement, string flying through the air. “Deal, never see you again.”

Grian didn’t know if he felt warm from the hot chocolate or the kiss. Scars hat covered his head like an umbrella, hiding him from the flashing Christmas lights and chattering voices. Grian smiled, messing up the kiss Scar had been fighting for. He felt a poke to his side in retaliation for the break.

“You ruined it, Grian.” Scar complained.

“I said one, you got one. Not you leave. Goodbye.” Grian waved in his face.

A crash turned their attention towards the fireplace. They looked over to Skizzleman singing on the table. It was absolutely horrendous. The crowd around him was doing nothing to stop it. In fact, they were encouraging it. Scar held out a hand and bowed. “May I have this dance?”

Grian giggled. “I suppose.”

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“What teams do you think Scott is going to pick for the next MCC?”

Martyn and Ren were lazily watching the party as the night went on. The eggnog was supposed to be non-alcoholic but they were sure Impulse had spiked it at some point in the night. The drinks had calmed the two down compared to energizing some of the other players. Skizzleman was currently singing on the table to the amusement of BigB, Pearl, Tango, and Joel. Grian had spiked his own hot chocolate and was dancing with Scar to the badly sung music, and Tango was asleep by the fire. They sure were an interesting group when they weren’t murdering each other.

Ren shrugged. “Pete will probably be with one of us, so will Illumina or fruit. Those DSMP guys will stay hanging around each other for sure, though Scott might join them. I’m hoping for you, me, and Falsy. Fruit would be great to have, but I would be happy with anyone here with us.”

Martyn smiled. “I hope we get to team again. It’s fun. That time with Illumina was amazing, I loved it.”

Ren raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

“Is that spiked?”

“Let’s change the subject.”

Martyn laughed. “Okay, fine. How are you Hermitcraft builds going? I hear there some strange stuff going on over there.”

Ren sighed. “Honestly, I have no clue anymore. The shops are selling fine, but for some reason the moon is abnormally large, gravity is-”

They heard a bang from above them and glanced up. A hand quickly retreated, leaving only the mistletoe hanging inches above their heads. Martyn felt his face heat up. That definitely wasn’t there a few moments ago. He didn’t even know who put that there. It wasn’t him or Ren, but now it was there.

Ren could recognize Cleo’s hand from a mile away and groaned internally. She would. She would do something like this. She probably roped someone else into it as well. The same thing had happened years ago on the Hermitcraft server. Cleo had gone around trying to hang up mistletoe between people without them realizing. Xisuma put a stop to it quickly, saying it wasn’t in the spirit of the holidays. Their admin had also confiscated any and all alcohol, but with Grian as their admin here, that was not going to happen. If only their parental-esque figure were here, though what was a party for last lifers without a bit of chaos.

Martyn coughed lightly. “Um, so.”

Ren rubbed his neck. “Yes, uh.”

Ren’s tail wagged behind him despite his attempts to stop it. He glanced at the hanging plant and Martyn’s red face. He didn’t make a plan for this. This was very unexpected.

“We don’t have to..” Martyn trailed off.

Ren lightly blushed. “Of course, of course. There’s no reason, I mean, it’s your choice.”

Martyn shook his head. “No, no, it’s up to you. I mean, uh..”

Ren bit his nail. He wasn’t sure what to do in this situation. He could…he could kiss Martyn, theoretically. But now? Should he? Was this even the time for it? Probably not. No, absolutely not. Well, tradition did stand that one should kiss another under the mistletoe, there are many songs about it. But that was a song, right? Songs were just songs.

“It’s your decision.” Ren said.

“I insist that you decide. Really.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, go ahead.”

“JUST KISS ALREADY!”

Lizzie was grinning behind Joel, obviously having told her husband about the secret plans her and Cleo had been doing. Joel had his hands cupped around his mouth for extra loudness. Now the attention was fully on the two in the doorway. Great. Even more pressure.

“Uh, like I said, we don’t have to.” Ren explained.

Martyn cleared his throat. “I mean, it’s fine. How do we, you know, do this?”

“LET’S GOOOO!”

“HURRY UP!”

“KISS! KISS! KISS!”

The other last lifers started chanting, not helping the situation at all. Ren was a person who could ignore peer pressure if he wanted to, but…it gave him even more of a reason to kiss Martyn. Yes, he could say it was peer-pressure if something went wrong.

Ren pushed away the voices and quickly leaned towards Martyn. He had nearly won Last Life. He was the king of Dogwarts. He had nothing to fear. Actually, he had so much to fear. Martyn could end up hating him. Martyn probably wouldn’t, but there was always the chance.

He just left a quick kiss. He barely felt himself kiss Martyn. Another time, maybe something could be more. For now, it was enough. Enough to get the point across. His face had to have been bright red by now, even if it wasn’t his tail gave away his excitement. Martyn looked surprised, staring wide eyed at Ren. Cheers and heckles filled the room. Pearl’s scolding was drowned out by the voices yelling at the two.

“Oh, um, that was very nice.” Martyn muttered.

Ren looked at the ground, reaching out to hold Martyn’s hand. Martyn hesitated for a millisecond, but gripped his hand back. Ren let out a sigh of relief. “It would be nice if everyone would mind their business.”

Martyn grinned. “It’s fine, we’ll just show everyone who’s in MCC that we’re the best team.”

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Etho didn’t like parties. Well, he sometimes did, but that was when he could speak to people and have coherent conversations. This party though? It was loud and full of people who couldn’t handle their alcohol. That was why he had insisted the eggnog be non-alcoholic. He knew that the people he would be with that night couldn’t even handle that. But what did Impulse go and do? Spike the drinks. He thinks he even got the milk as well, but Etho wasn’t too sure. Grian seemed fine with his hot chocolates earlier, but Grian could also keep up with Etho the few times Xisuma let them bring any kind of liquor onto Hermitcraft.Though it technically wasn’t allowed, the admin let it slide for him. So who knew.

He glanced at Bdubs, who was surprisingly not drunk. He supposed Mindcrack had changed his tolerance to it; that server had been wildly different from Hermitcraft. He still didn’t trust him, though.

He also didn’t particularly like drunk people. They were funny from a distance, and the videos sent around in the following days were replayed many times, but they were so loud and never listened. If they got too close they stumbled into him and a spilled drink was more than a slight annoyance to get out of his jacket.

“I hate it here.” Etho said.

Bdubs snorted. “You’re an introvert, I expect nothing less. Give it an hour and everyone will be passed out and you can have your peace and quiet.”

Etho glared. “I’m not an introvert. Why does everyone call me that?”

“Hmm, let’s see. Single-player world, you talk to Iskall through notes, and you just admitted you hate being at parties. I could go on but that sounds like the qualities of an introvert.” Bdubs was right but Etho would admit nothing.

“Whatever.”

Bdubs sighed and scrolled through his inventory. Etho watched curiously, wondering what he could be looking for. They all had creative mode, so technically he had whatever Bdubs was looking for as well. In his hands appeared comparators, torches, hoppers, and various other redstone tools. “Play with that and you’ll feel better.”

Etho hated that he was right. How dare Bdubs understand him. He mumbled a thank you and took the tools.

Etho focused on the tools and the music and yelling slowly drowned out. He wasn’t really trying to make anything, but the familiar feel of redstone calmed him down. Twisting and pushing buttons and switches made it easier to ignore the overwhelming atmosphere.

His focus was broken by the grinning form of Cleo. That was automatically a red flag. Nothing good could come from her as happy as she was now. The matching grin from Lizzie didn’t do anything to settle him. “You’re up to something.”

“Nooo, of course not.” Lizzie dragged out giggling.

“Etho, take this.” His hand was grabbed and opened completely against his will. Whatever he had unconsciously made with redstone fell to the floor. A second later, the girls dashed off giggling. The two watched them prance away to make chaos who knows where. Etho stared sadly at the mess on the floor.

“What was that about?” Bdubs asked. Etho shrugged. He looked around for them again and prepared to think of some sort of revenge. “What did they do?”

“I think they were gonna give me something. Those two get on like a house fire.” Etho had seen what both of them could do on Last Life. He wouldn’t be lying if he said they both scared him to some degree. When they were allowed free reign to do what they wanted, they did the worst they could. He didn’t get why people were scared of him when those two existed.

Bdubs pointed at the floor. “What’s that?”

Etho didn’t notice the small object on the floor mixed with his broken redstone. That must’ve been what Cleo had tried to give him. He bent down and carefully examined it. Oh. So that’s what they’re running around for. Of course those two would. He internally sighed and wondered who they had messed with so far. Probably Ren and Martyn from the yelling earlier. He picked it up and showed it to Bdubs.

“Mistletoe?” Bdubs asked.

Etho nodded. “Those fools are running around and probably hanging it over people. That explains Scar’s hat and Joel earlier. Didn’t Cleo try this on Hermitcraft?”

Bdubs nodded, staring at the leaf. “Yeah, Xisuma deleted it all from the server for a month because of it. He went dadmin mode. It was kinda funny.”

Etho went back to people watching, keeping hold of the plant in his hand. He had lost his precious redstone. This was a tragedy. It was Cleo and Lizzie’s fault but the two had disappeared once again to who knows where.

Bdubs slapped his arm. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Aren’t you gonna kiss me?” Bdubs asked it like it should be obvious, like Etho was very dumb. He heard that tone of voice a lot. He invented the hopper clock, thank you very much. It wasn’t his fault he was oblivious, he just didn’t notice things. Wait, maybe he wasn’t smart. Oh wait, Bdubs was glaring at him, he had gotten distracted again.

Etho looked at the mistletoe, back at Bdubs, and back down. “No.”

“Oh?”

Oh no, bad phrasing. Plan B. Be cool like the movies.

He slowly smirked. Yes, he was cool. “Really, Bdubs, you know I can’t.”

Bdubs crossed his arms. “Wanna explain why that is?”

Opportunity, nice. Stay cool. Etho pointed to his mask. “I can’t take off my mask here! Look at all the people. It’s just not possible. Are you gonna make me take off my mask?” Perfect.

Etho didn’t mind kissing Bdubs, mistletoe or not. Considering they’d known eachother since Mindcrack, it would be silly if he did mind. What Etho did care about was his mask. He didn’t care who or what it was for, he wouldn’t take it off in front of this group of people. Yes, they had been through a lot together on Last Life, but it was just a thing. It had taken years before he let Bdubs see him, and even longer for Xisuma and the rest of the nHo. Consider yourself special if Etho trusted you enough, and dead if you broke it.

Bdubs clenched his fists. “Yeah, I know, but-”

Etho held it above his head. “If you can reach it, then I’ll kiss you. Deal?”

“No deal!” Bdubs yelled. “You overgrown tree, how am I supposed to reach up there?”

Etho shrugged. “You can figure that out. Look, Skizz is singing the creeper rap. It’s not very festive but I’m kinda impressed. You think he’ll do hermitgang? Impulse would proba-”

He was dragged through the room past his other friends. Yeah, they were out of it. Where was he being taken? That was the door to outside Bdubs was opening. Wait, why were they going outside. It was snowing hard and the last place he wanted to be. The door shut behind him and he was faced with falling snowflakes and spruce trees. Wind blew his hair every direction and would have blinded him had he not had his headband.

He shivered under his jacket, zipping it and shoving his already gloved hands in his pockets. He glanced at Bdubs, whose own hoodie had no pockets. Why didn’t it have pockets? He quickly brought one of Bdubs hands into his jacket pocket. “What do you think you’re doing? We’re gonna get hypothermia!”

Bdubs waved him off with the single free hand, but it was obvious the moss hoodie was doing little for the cold. “It’s f-fine. L-look, now there’s no-noone.”

Oh.

Oh.

Bdubs still managed to surprise him with how clever he could be.

“That’s your plan? Are you c-crazy?” Etho laughed.

Bdubs grinned back at him. “Most likely.”

Of all the people in the world, on all the servers he has been on, Etho just had to marry Bdubs.

“Mask off.” Bdubs shivered. He shuffled in place to try to find some semblance of warmth in the negative weather.

“Fine.” Etho said. He reached up and pulled his mask down, immediately getting hit by a gust of wind. Etho bent down and kissed his cold nose. That’s all Bdubs would get. He was dragged into the cold, this is the consequences. Somehow, Bdubs was colder than the actual weather. Worry flew through Etho and he wanted them inside even more.

Etho had forgotten Bdubs hand was still in his pocket and he now couldn’t stand up. Bdubs didn’t have to jump to kiss him, just trick Etho. Bdubs wasn’t warm like he usually was and Etho was numb himself. He barely felt Bdubs, but was still happy all the same. Sure, he had been tricked, but it was fine. He stared at Bdubs smirking face.Most people thought his staring could be intimidating or creepy, but Bdubs knew better. That was Etho stare for ‘I don’t wanna say anything but I’m happy.’ Bdubs’s hand shook in his pocket which was probably a bad sign. “Alright, you win.”

Etho hated admitting defeat, but he had been tricked fair and square. Bdubs was smart, even if he didn’t always act like it, even if others didn’t realize.

“Now we can go back inside. I’m cold.” Bdubs complained.

“Oh, now you’re cold? Why do you get to decide?”

“Because I do.”

“That’s unfair.”

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Scott was thoroughly amused by the sight in front of him. Joel had once again joined Skizzleman on the table and was now joining in on the singing and dancing. Joel was only slightly better musically than the other. Scott had made sure to get multiple videos of the drunk men for black mail.

“They’re not gonna remember anything in the morning, are they?” Pearl asked him.

Scott shook his head. “Doubt it. However, I don’t think Joel will mess with me on Empires after this. Lizzie is going to thoroughly enjoy this video. I can’t believe she’s missing this.”

“What am I missing?”

Scott nearly jumped out of his skin from the sudden appearance of the pink haired woman. She smiled up at him innocently, too innocently. He was about her enough to know she had either done something or was going to do something and wanted to rope him into it. “You’re missing your husband being an absolute mess. Look at this man.”

Lizzie glanced at Joel with an eyeroll. “Please, I’m jaded. However, this is the perfect time for you to come with me.”

Lizzie grabbed Scotts arm and dragged him before he could even get a word out. He heard Pearl try to ask what they were doing but she quickly faded away. Lizzie had a small grin on her face. Yep, he was probably about to die. Despite not being able to die on this server, she would find some way to kill him.

He was dragged to an equally confused Jimmy standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was practically shoved towards his husband by his long time friend. The push nearly made him fall and he would have had Jimmy not caught him.

“Lizzie! What on earth are you doing?” Jimmy asked.

Lizzie backed away. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Scott glanced up then back at the queen. “You sneaky devil.”

She giggled and sprinted off, probably to find Cleo. Those two were a menace.

“What’s going on?” Jimmy looked at Scott for an answer. He followed Scott’s pointed hand and saw the mistletoe Lizzie and Cleo had put up for Ren and Martyn earlier.

“Those two need to be stopped.” Scott sighed.

“They’ve been doing this to everyone all night, you know. Not surprised we were roped in.” Jimmy shook his head. “I’ll get Lizzie back for this.”

To be fair they had laughed at the others who were caught in the girls' plan. He was impressed by the hat they used for Scar, clever of them. He thought for sure they would’ve failed with Ren and Martyn. Those two were a whole other level of pining Scott refused to even get into. He had no clue what happened after they went after Etho and Bdubs, but he had an idea when he saw them shivering by the fire.

Scott reached his hands up to Jimmy’s face. “I mean, I’m not particularly complaining.”

Jimmy grinned. “I don’t think anyone is gonna be chanting for us.”

“Good.” Scott said. “Those two needed it anyways. I don’t particularly think we do.”

“Really?” Jimmy asked. “What makes you think that?”

Scott loved everything about Jimmy. He loved these moments where the world melted away and all they knew were each other. They kissed and nothing mattered. There was no death server and no empires and no party. All there was, was Jimmy.

Scott smiled and the kiss broke off. Jimmy’s eyes crinkled like they did when he was perfectly happy and Scott had to stop himself from finding a camera and taking a picture. He remembered where they were and Joel’s singing infected his ears again.

“It would’ve been romantic if you would’ve given me some kind of flower.” Scott pointed out.

Jimmy made a noise of disbelief. “Where the heck am I supposed to get one? We’re in the middle of a snowstorm in a tundra.”

“We have creative mode, Jimmy.” Scott pointed out.

Jimmy bit his lip and slowly shifted through the creative inventory. Scott rolled his eyes and took the flower. It was the thought that counts.

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The party was winding down and the last lifers were slowly falling asleep throughout the room. Everyone was either too drunk or tired to go back to their own servers by this point. They were full of food and tired from the long night of fun.

Joel was snoring lightly next to Lizzie. He had his fun singing various songs with Skizz throughout the night with the encouragement of their friends. His rendition of “frosty the snowman” but replacing frosty with “Lizzie my wife”was both questionable but hilarious.

She and Cleo definitely had a ball of fun running around and, as Scar put it, meddling. Their personal favorite event was Bdubs and Etho walking inside looking like popsicles. They had no clue why they had gone outside but it wasn’t their problem.

Lizzie reached to pull the blanket higher and felt her hand brush something soft and tiny. she grabbed it and held it in front of her eyes. This was karma, or maybe it was the grinning face of Cleo across the room. One of those two was responsible for the mistletoe she held. “Traitor.” She mouthed at her friend. Cleo shrugged and closed her eyes.

Lizzie poked Joel’s cheek. The man groaned and opened his eyes halfway to stare at his wife. “What?”

She held up the mistletoe. “Look what I have.”

Joel stared at the small plant. “Weed?”

“No!” Lizzie gasped. Jimmy snored on the couch above her. She made sure to lower her voice to keep her brother asleep. “It’s mistletoe.”

Joel blinked. There wasn’t a thought behind those eyes. The man was so smart yet there was no comprehending anything. “Okay.”

Lizzie sighed. She truly loved her husband. She did. Sometimes a sack of rocks was smarter than him, though. He was pretty, though, and a good builder. What was the word Scott used? A himbo, that’s it.  “Joel, what do you have to do when you see mistletoe?”

“Uhh, kiss someone?” Joel asked. He grinned when he was told he was right. “Who do I kiss?”

Lizzie glared. “Joel! I’m your wife, me of course.”

Joel’s eyes brightened. “We’re married? Awesome, I’m so lucky.”

“How drunk are you?”

“Twelve.”

Lizzie wasn’t looking forward to taking care of a group of hungover people in the morning. She was going to kill Impulse for spiking those drinks. Next season, he’s dead. Maybe she can ask Grian to kill him on the Hermitcraft server. “Okay Joel, nevermind. Go to sleep.”

Joel frowned. “Are you mad? I love you. Don’t be mad. I’ll kiss you with the mistletoe if you want.”

Lizzie laughed quietly. Didn’t he just forget they were married? “Under, Joel, under the mistletoe. I love you too, but you’re drunk and out of your mind. You can kiss me in the morning.”

Joel rolled on top of Lizzie, almost crushing her. She wheezed and pushed him off, trying to catch her breath again. His breath smelled of alcohol and sugar. He must’ve tried to hiss her cheek but completely failed and met her eye instead. God he was so drunk. “Joel, sleep.”

“Mmm, okay. I love you.” He passed out almost immediately. She rolled her eyes. Men. Joel.

“I love you too.” She whispered, stroking his hair. His soft snoring slowly mixed with all the others. She closed her eyes, tired from the long night and ready for sleep.

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[sojutrait]

i was happy to get either of the twins tbh, im always partial to the older kids in the generation dkfjfkd 😭😭

pretty much exactly what u said kfjkfgk what they did give us i rlly enjoy and its works for the most part, but ur right the classes are so empty if u dont use a mod 😭😭

its a thousand times easier than what u think dkfjfdk imma dumbass and i figured it out 😌 they work pretty much indistinguishable from packs u payed for

ive always wondered if it was even possible to replace the moschino style camera poses bc i never seen anyone do it, just the normal camera from before  😭😭 hopefully they can

thank you so much!! ❤❤❤

DKJFKF TYHE HOES LOVE THISFDGJKFG 😭😭😭 by the time he got to the word hoe nadine wouldve kicked him in the shin under the table as hard as she could kjfkdfkj

NO REALLY like for the biggest continental state we’re really an enigma- 

texans unite 😌✋ and thank you!!! 😭😭❤ i hope u have a great day!

i noticed that too and its very odd 🗿🗿🗿 i think they saw one person feign ignorance and went “oooo lemme try that too” but forgot we arent stupid lmao

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have nothing to add you literally hit the nail on the head with this one dkfjdkf 

literally. idk why theyre all operating on the assumption that EA has no idea what early access is and just forgot to mention it but no. it says clear as day that it has to be free from the start, point blank period. id rather them just outright say “well fuck EA im gonna ignore this L + ratio” than pretend to be oh so confused 

i remember when i did the math for how much money sixamcc makes a month and my jaw dropped like that is RIDICULOUS  😭😭 meanwhile actual EA developers are running off nickles dimes and ramen noodles 

no ur so right. like i get it, trends are pretty standardized but u can make trendy clothes without making literal repeats of the same item 10 times. oddly enough the assets from hsy are an example of that lmao, trendy clothes but still diverse enough to not be redundant. 

i dont think the whole no ones holding u at gunpoint argument holds water bc thats the same thing said in response to EA scamming ppl and most ppl dont accept it then either. i dont have a problem with early access in theory, but the way ppl use it id def rather just do away with it. its more so about how it incentivizes ppl to create for the sole sake of money and nothing else. thats how we end up with the same mesh edits 45 times, items that are a billion polys because they cba to decimate it, etc. there’s still ways to make money from patreon without monetizing the actual package files, .ie access to polls, submitting ideas, and whatnot

[euphoricsunflowers]

held against the window — lee hoseok/wonho

request: Could you write a smut of wonho being a secretary and the reader the ceo. OR they are both ceo's. Maybe fuck him against the window of the office building.

a/n: of course darling <33 hope you enjoy <3 gif is mine

disclaimer: that is this is just a fanfic so in actuality please discuss what you are and aren’t comfortable with beforehand with people and don’t just jump into stuff like this. aso please don’t involve other people (aka public sex) in your sex life. please read with caution.

word count: 2.5k

content: sub!wonho, dom!fem!reader, ceo!reader, tall!reader (i’m sorry but there’s literally only like one line and i’m doing this for me) ceo!wonho, fingering (m receiving), pegging, minor nipple play, minor dumbification, fucking him against a window,

summary: he’s a powerful ceo just like you are, but he’s just so sweet and docile and soft that you wonder if he’s even the same person.

lee hoseok.

smart. calculated. muscular. dangerously attractive.

he’s an enigma, in a sense, to you. he’s rich, he’s insanely intelligent, he’s beyond adept at running his company, and he’s just so gorgeous that you wonder how he isn’t the cockiest asshole ever, but he’s also so kind and so sweet and so startlingly shy that it all just throws off everything about him.

“mr. lee is here, miss,” your assistant pops their head in through the door, “should i show him to your office?” you nod, murmuring a small “thank you” before you focus back on your laptop, finishing up typing before the door opens once more, and the man of the hour steps inside your office.

“hello,” you say.

“hello, good morning,” he smiles back, looking almost cute in the way he smiles, sitting in the chair opposite from yours at your desk, “thank you for taking time out of your day to meet with me- can i call you y/n?”

“go ahead,” you tilt your head as you hear him talk, but you don’t honestly pay attention to what he’s saying, too lost in his eyes and the fact that his shirt is way more unbuttoned than seems appropriate when meeting another company’s ceo.

he keeps talking, but it’s becoming visible how out-of-it you are, especially when he tentatively waves a hand in front of your face to get your attention, “everything okay in there?” he jokes.

“yeah! yes, i’m fine, hoseok, please continue,”

“are you sure you want me to?” he asks, voice still soft but now it’s almost teasing in its softness, and it’s startling, flustering because obviously, you don’t. your mind is everywhere but this conversation, “i can- we can do something else if you’re not too interested in what i’m saying.”

“god, i’m so sorry, hoseok-”

“don’t be, it’s okay,” he murmurs, getting up out of his chair, “well, come on, come and get me,” he murmurs cheekily, and you cautiously step out of your chair, closing the distance enough to whisper and have him hear, “look, if i’m reading this wrong, then just let me know and i’ll apologize, leave, and probably never look you in the eye again if i’m being honest,” he giggles out of nervousness, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, “but, if i am reading this right, then kiss me.”

“you’re… demanding, you know,” you complain (not really) as you pull him in fully, touching his jaw gently with the tips of your fingers as you kiss. his lips are so soft and thick that you just can’t help but pull on his bottom lip with your teeth gently. he breathes out a soft and inconspicuous moan, exactly what you wanted, and his hands find your hips as he pulls you closer, and his every movement seems to drive you insane, “how are you so…?”

he tilts his head in confusion so cutely that it stirs a certain feeling inside of you, “so what?”

“so…,” you blank before the perfect word hits you, “perfect,” he huffs, but you continue, “genuinely, you’re just so enticing, you’re so beautiful,” your lips find his neck, gentle in the way you nibble at his neck, even as he squirms in your grasp, making you simply just hold him tighter against you, “you’re so docile and passive, it’s everything i want.”

his small, gasps and breathy moans keep you going, intent on dragging more out of him, “you- can people see us on the outside of that window??”

“if they look up, maybe, but we’re on a very high floor,” you respond between small bites on his neck, and as you become less and less gentle with him, he whimpers, “hoseok,” you whisper, “if you at all need or want to stop, just let me know, okay?”

“i- uhm, okay, i don’t want you to, though,” his hands hold your waist loosely, playing with the edges of your tucked-in shirt.

you chuckle endeared at his response. he’s so sweet (both in the way he tastes and the way he acts) it makes you wonder if this man was even real, “good, because i enjoyed that whimper much more than i should have,” he breathes heavier after hearing those words, so physically affected it’s like this man was created and molded to your exact tastes, “since you brought up the window, let’s give everyone a show, hm?”

“you- uh- what? what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean, baby,” you mumble, the pet name so sickeningly sweet off your tongue that he can’t help the way he succumbs to you, “i’m going to fuck you so hard against the window,” you pull him as you take cautious steps back towards the window until your back hits the window, “i’m going to make sure the whole city knows that the lee hoseok is just my little whore.”

you take the breath out of his lungs with every word past your lips and his knees go weak at your words. you flip over to hold him against the window, finally getting him where you want him.

“is that what you want, hoseok?” you ask, but you know the answer. he nods, biting his bottom lip anxiously, “you want everyone to see you like that? that’s so naughty,” you tease.

“i- oh god-“ he exclaims with a heavy breath as you flip him over, feeling upon his body even if his shirt is in the way, letting your hands wander a little lower to grope his ass. he bites his lips, but he can’t hold in his moans for very long.

“you feel perfect against me, baby, so perfect,” you wrap your hands around him to unbutton his shirt, “let’s get this off of you, hm?” he shyly helps you shrug the fabric off of him, “don’t bother with trying to not get fingerprints on the window, they’ll be a reminder of who touched it.”

your hands resume touching him, running against his skin, feeling up every perfectly built muscle on his torso, noticing how he went from overwhelmed and sensitive to teased and desperate so quickly, noticing how hard he’s gotten. aside from moans or soft curses, he’s quiet. you keep your eyes on his facial expressions, especially when your fingernails brush his nipples, “ah-!” he cries out.

“oh? that’s enough to get a cry out of you?” you smirk, seeing him become flustered at your taunting, “then you’re really in for it, baby. i’m gonna fuck you so hard you see stars, and if we break the window?” you lean in to really whisper to him, reaching down to start unbuckling his belt, throwing it off of him, “then good. i’ll be smiling while i pay for the repairs. now, strip all the way down.”

as he obeys, you do the same, throwing off all your clothes and making an absolute mess of your office. you search through one of your drawers, “ah, there it is,” you say, grabbing a couple more things and setting them on your desk before returning to hoseok, now naked and trying to cover himself as he stands a little bit away from the window, “baby, if you’re uncomfortable with any of this, i need you to tell me,” you say you press kisses to his shoulder to soothe him a bit.

“no, no i’m okay! this is really hot, actually, i’m just-” he’s more nervous as you guide him towards the window again, and he puts him hands up against it just like before, “i’m just getting shy.”

“it’s cute, hoseok, i like it when you’re shy,” your hands massages his skin, specifically at his hip as a way to keep him in place and also comfort him, “but if that shyness becomes discomfort, tell me.”

“i- okay,” he nods, and your hands once again find his ass, and he whines just like he did before.

“you have such a nice ass, you know,” you murmur absentmindedly as you squeeze, “i mean, the rest of you is perfect too, god i just can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“i- i want to touch you too,” he whispers, “i just- you’re giving me all the attention, and you’re so pretty yourself that i just- i want to make you feel good too.”

“maybe later, hoseok,” the way your lips say his name is like a venom and he loves it, it’s all he wants to hear, “for now, just let me have you.”

“oh-okay,” he stutters, giving in so sweetly, “i’m yours, y/n, yours.”

“you’re adorable,” you coo, pressing a kiss to his shoulder again before your wet and cold fingers press against his hole. he’s not even sure he saw you put lube on them but he’s startled when he feels the touch. even still, he lets you push your fingers in to the first knuckle, keeping them still for a moment before making slow circles.

“you can- you know,” he mumbles, and you laugh at his shyness before pushing your fingers in more, watching the strain on his face with a subtle sense of pleasure, he’s just so cute like this. he groans, “oh my god, you- oh, fuck- your fingers feel so-”

“and these are just my fingers, hoseok. imagine how wrecked and fucked out you’ll be with my strap on even deeper in your ass,” you press a kiss just below his ear, taunting him with your words slightly, “i doubt you’ll even be able to stand, but i’ll keep you held up against this window so you don’t have to worry that the people down there don’t get to see how slutty you are.”

he moans with a cry as your fingers brush that spot, and his eyes shut as his cheeks go red with embarrassment.

“did that feel good?” you ask, rubbing your fingers over the spot to try and drag that same reaction out of him, and he’s just a beautiful sight. he’s trying to catch his breath, he’s failing to catch his breath. his eyes roll back as his head falls back against your shoulder, “aw, can you not handle the pleasure? it’s just my fingers, seok. you’re going to need to prepare yourself if you’re getting this messed up over just my fingers.”

“i want- i want more than just your-“ he breathes, his voice so dry and airy that it makes him sound so much more desperate, “please fuck me.”

“sure thing, doll,” you kiss the side of his neck (making him flinch at the now sensitive skin from all your bites. he’s pretty sure you left some bruises) your fingers leaving him makes him whine, but feeling the cool touch of the strap on against his ass reminds him that this wasn’t over; it hadn’t even begun. you push it in slightly, seeing the overwhelmed look

on his face almost makes you hesitate, but you get it fully inside of him before you wait to continue, keeping him still against you while he adjusts, you say, “it’s so fun to think about how someone as powerful and influential as you is, in reality, just a cute little hole for my strap,” he jaw is slacked and his eyes are shut, like he’s not even mentally present at all, “you just look so cute and dumb, it makes me want to lose all control and fuck you until you break.”

“please. please, fuck me- fuck- until i break,” he whines, even pushing back against your strap slightly, and that’s your queue to let go of that caution you’ve been holding, and just go for it. you almost pull out completely just to push back in entirely and harshly, and he cries out.

“you’re really in for it, baby,” you say as you rock your hips back and forth, finding a comfortable pace for yourself that is still intense and overwhelming for him, making sure to hit it deep, holding him close by his waist and pushing harshly, “now, don’t be shy, moan for me.”

he does, crying out moans so beautiful you’d think he has the voice of an angel. he keeps his arms against the window, above his head, and he looks down at all the people. he thinks about what they’d think if they looked up and saw him like this? would they recognize him? why did the though of being caught like this both horrify him and excite him like no other?

but all those thoughts fade away as he gets more and more worked up, only really focused on how good he feels and how he wants to feel even better, “you look so pretty and docile like this, hoseok, but you know, i bet you look even better when you’re cumming,” your hand reaches down to give some attention to his cock, and he moans even louder, even more, “i can’t wait for you to completely fall apart.”

“i- oh, fuck, fuck, god-” he stammers, getting closer, so startled by how easy he was to get this close, this fucked up, but your hand works his cock so good and you fuck him so good that he can’t help that all the stimulation is becoming too much, and he’s getting closer to the edge, “fuck, i’m gonna cum, please-”

“cum, hoseok. show me just how much of a whore for me you are,” you mumble in response, and that’s enough to push him over the edge. he arches his back, his head thrown back like before, and he cries out a loud moan as you continue to fuck him through his orgasm, keeping pace until he starts to whine instead of moan, and that’s your queue to slow down and pull out, holding him up because he might not be physically strong enough to stand if you didn’t.

“t-thank you, that was- that was amazing,” he breathes heavily as you turn him around gently, keeping him up as he catches his breath, “let me return the favor now, please.”

he seems okay enough for you to let go now, and you move to sit on your chair instead, “i mean, if you would like to eat me out until your jaw is sore, then by all means, baby: enjoy your meal.”

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