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hyunsuks-beanie · 4 years ago

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Running Away With You

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Bang Chan x reader; non idol AU; established relationship; fluff; midly suggestive at places

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A/N: A huge thank you to @youn9racha, for this super cute request. I am as much a sucker for road trips as I am for Chan, so I really enjoyed writing this!! I hope you like it as much as I did.

"Do you ever just want to pack your bags and run away in the night, without telling anyone?," you ask your boyfriend, Chan, as you both lay in bed one night. "That's an interesting question," he says, playing with your hair, "Though first I'd like to know what made you think of that." "Pfft. It's nothing too complex, Christopher. It's just a random thought that popped into my head," you say, while rolling your eyes at his inquisitive nature.

"Y/N, I know you, and I can sense that you've got something bothering that pretty head of yours, and making you want to run away. So tell me, what is it?," Chan speaks in a soothing tone, making you snuggle into his chest even more, while letting out a sigh. "It's just, work has been so crazy these past few days, and the pressures of the real world are getting to me. You remember when we were back in college? Whenever things got too hard, we used to go on road trips to clear our heads. Even a couple days away from the harsh real life were enough to rejuvenate us. I guess I just miss those times, now that real life responsibilities are wearing us down."

Once you're done with your little rant, Chan pulls your head up a little, making you look at him. He softly says, "Aww baby, I'm so sorry I didn't realize you've been struggling these past few days. I guess I've been too busy with my own work tonoticee. I know we're no longer in college, but I promise to you, that whenever the going gets tough, I'll do everything in my ability to help your through." "I know Channie, I know. I have you, and it's more than enough."

You give in to sleep after a while, and so, you fail to notice that Chan takes a little longer to fall asleep that night. He keeps thinking back on what you said earlier, carrying out an internal debate with himself. "Y/N is right. Work and responsibilities have taken a toll on us, and a road trip may be just what we need. But can we really afford to just 'run away?' There are too many projects, too many commitments. And we owe it to our colleagues to tell them that we will be away for a few days," he thinks to himself, before slowly drifting off to dreamland.

The next morning brings with itself a fresh hustle, but your face doesn't betray any sign of the frustrations you let come to the surface last night. But Chan knows better, and, seeing his reflection while getting ready for work, he realizes that his own expression mirrors yours. A thin veil to hide the fact that it's getting too much. At his office that day, he can't seem to focus on his work, since his mind keeps drifting back to your words. By the time the evening rolls around, he has made up his mind. He's going to run away with you, for a week anyway.

But a road trip needs some planning, and Chan wants this vacation to be the perfect little surprise for you. So, on his way home, he stops by at the convenience store to buy some essentials. Instant noodles, a few bottles of beer, disposable utensils, rental DVDs, he collects quite a few things, being reminded of your college days with each item he adds to his cart. In a moment of impulse, he even purchases a tent fit for two, and once he's done shopping, he hides everything in the boot of his car. You don't need to know of his plan, yet.

The following day, he leaves his office early, calling in a week's leave of absence due to some made-up reason. Instead of going home, he first drops by at your office. Not to meet you, but to get a similar application for leave approved on your behalf.

He finally heads back home to pack and ready a couple of things for your trip. "Y/N wanted to run away in the middle of the night, and that is what we'll do," he smiles to himself. When you come home, he remains tight-lipped about his little surprise for you, even though his excitement is trying to get the best of him.

Once the clock strikes twelve, he brings you out to his car, without telling you the reason. "Just please, come on! Don't you trust me?," he says, pouting. On his way out of the house, he picks up your phone from the couch, along the house keys. You don't notice this, however, as you're busy pestering him with questions. "Chan, why are we going out so late at night? What's going on? Tell me!" "You wanted to run away, right? Well, how about running away...... to the convenience store?," he smiles cheekily, making you giggle. "Gosh you're such a cheesy idiot," you say, getting into the car, still blissfully unaware of his intentions.

"Yeah, but I'm your cheesy idiot," he laughs, pressing his foot on the accelerator.

It doesn't take you long to realize that instead of driving over to the 24/7 close to your house, Chan has pulled onto the highway. You turn to look at him, only to see him smiling brightly, his eyes trained ahead. "Chan, what are you doing?," you ask, though feel like you already know the answer. "Running away with you," he says, taking your hand in his his, and bringing it up to his lips.

"What? But that was just a random rant! And what about work? We can't just disappear like that," you exclaim, to which, he only replies by giving you a knowing look. "Let me guess, you already informed our offices?" "Yes, and no," he quips. When you look at him quizzically, he elaborates, "I submitted applications for leave, making up some random excuse. So we have a whole week to ourselves." "But, what about essentials and supplies? We don't have anything to eat," you try to reason. He counters, "Babe, I've been planning this for two days, and I already stocked up on all our favourite snacks, drinks, and movies. I even got us a tent for days we want to sleep out in the open. I've got it all set, so don't you worry. The only thing I need you to do is to promise me that for the next seven days, you won't check your phone. I've already downloaded tons of songs and created at least 20 different playlists. You won't be getting any work-related messages, since I've taken care of that as well, and for directions, we'll take the traditional way, and ask around."

"Directions? Where exactly are we going anyway?," is your next question. To your surprise, he simply shrugs, before telling you that he doesn't have any specific place in mind. "Let's just wander away, going wherever the road takes us," he says, rather poetically, to which, you can't help but laugh. You then let out a soft sigh, making him look at you. "Sounds like a plan to me. Chan and Y/N, running away together, with no destination in mind," you smile, before reaching over and kissing his cheek.

"Let's play some music, shall we?," you ask, before hitting shuffle on the first playlist that pops up on your phone. You both settle in a comfortable silence, and soon enough, you begin to get drowsy. Chan notices this, and tells you to rest your eyes for a bit. "Promise to wake me up in like, two hours, so that I can take over the wheel," you yawn. "Okay fine bub, now sleep." Chan continues driving, occasionally stealing glances at your sleeping form. "How did I get so lucky?," he wonders, just like he does every day.

Morning finds you to be the one behind the wheel, as Chan naps contently in the passenger seat. The brightness of the sun finally wakes him up, and he realizes that you've left the highway, and are now driving through what appears to be the countryside. "I wonder where we're headed," he says while yawning. "Well, a signboard I saw earlier told me that we are somewhere in Jeonju," you reply. Instead of words, Chan's reply comes as a grumbling from his stomach. "Hungry," you quip, making him nod his head vigorously. You hit the breaks, before preparing some instant ramen for breakfast.

You eventually continue on your trip, and after a few hours, you find yourself in the midst of traditional Korean buildings, which seem to be from the Joseon dynasty. "Is this perhaps a tourist location?," wonders Chan loudly, making you reply, "Only one way to find out." You both get out of the car and do some asking around. You find out that the place where you houses the residences of the noblemen of old, and has now been converted into a shooting-cum-tourist spot. "Tourists can get traditional hanboks from that store, to complete the experience," an old woman tells you.

You turn to look at Chan, your eyes shining. Twenty minutes later, you exit the store, dresses from head to toe in a light blue hanbok. Chan's eyes nearly pop out when he sees you, and when he tells you the same, you can't help but blush.

You continue to hang around the place little while longer, and have dinner at a small eatery nearby.

"I feel like I'm 20 again. Thank you Channie," you say, holding his hand across the table. "Anything for you love," he winks.

Evening eventually comes around, and you guys hit the road once again. Around dinner time, you notice that you are crossing by a wood and supplies shop, and an idea strikes your mind. "Let's buy some wood and grill our meat!," you say excitedly, making Chan coo at how adorable you are. "Great idea babe. Let me park."

You quickly exit the car and visit the shop to buy some wood, then get started on your mini bonfire. It proves to be more difficult than you had thought, given how inexperienced the both of you are. In the end, you manage to get the fire going enough for the meat to be grilled, and turn around to ask Chan to bring in the eatables, when you see his face. It's completely covered in soot from his failed attempts at lighting the flame, making you double over in laughter. "You look so funny," you say while gasping for air. "Wouldn't be so funny if I got this soot on your face now, will it?," he retorts, coming after you. You try to run, but it's obviously in vain, as Chan grabs hold of you in under a minute. You both laugh harder than you have in months, and when you finally calm down, you give your boyfriend a tight hug. He hugs you back, and whispers, "I love you." "I love you too, Channie," you say, "Now go and get the meat, I'm hungry." "Way to ruin the moment, Y/N," he grumbles as you push him away.

After dinner, you walk up to the shop owner to thank him, and ask his permission to camp nearby. "It rained a few days ago, so the ground is still wet, and will be uncomfortable. But you can rent a room here for the night if you'd like," he offers. "That'll be great sir, thank you for the help." Chan says, coming up behind you. The shop owner gives you the keys to a room, and before leaving, says something that leaves you both red at the ears. "No funny business here, please. I know you both are young, and controlling yourself is hard. But I'd rather you didn't 'play around' unnecessarily on my bed."

You get changed and climb into the bed, snuggling up to each other. "First day down, babe," you smile with your eyes closed. When Chan doesn't reply, you open them, only to find your man staring at you with love in his eyes. "This is pure healing for me, thank you for suggesting this trip, love," he says. You talk about anything and everything for a while, and then suddenly, you feel Chan's soft lips pressing against yours. He gives you a sweet kiss, and pulling away, says, "About what the old man said earlier.....," while smirking. You shove his chest, saying, "We shouldn't," making him pout. "Although, making out doesn't count as 'funny business,' does it?" And that's enough to make him press his lips back to yours, moving so as to hover over you.

You wrap your arms around his back, pulling you closer to him. He licks your lower lip, making you part your lips and allowing his tongue to enter. After a while, you break away, only to grab his T-shirt and take it off his body, before wrapping your hands around his bare back. Needless to say, the two of you didn't get much time to sleep that night.

You get started on your way again the next day, and around mid-day, you see a milestone telling you that you are entering Iksan. The small town seems a lifetime away from your hectic lives in Seoul, and you spend the day going from shop to shop, buying small trinkets and stuff that are reminiscent of the country life. The residents welcome you with open arms, and more than once, you find an old couple telling you how cute you look together.

"He's a keeper, that one. Don't let him go," a lady says to you, pointing at Chan, who can be seen playing with some kids. "I won't," you smile.

That night, you stay over at a family's house, who were nice enough to allow you to sleep on their futon. You have dinner with them, during which the kid's ask Chan, "Are you two married?," making him choke on his food. "I'm sorry for that, they are learning about families and marriage in school these days," says their mother. "It's all right," you smile, "But no, we aren't married." "But do you plan on getting married soon?," the kids persist.

You and Chan look at each other and smile, before saying in unison, "Yes. One day."

The next morning you take the wheel from Chan, and the both of you drive of in silence, as High School Musical plays on your dashboard screen. After a while, you say, "What is it, Channie? You've been staring at me," "It's just that, you seem way too quiet. You've been like that since last night, after dinner," he replies, "What's the matter? Are you okay?" "I'm fine, just been thinking." "About?" "About us," you begin, elaborating when you see him looking at you expectantly. "When those kids asked us if we were married, it got me thinking.....I love being with you, I love waking up next to you. We live together any way, and share all the burdens that come with it too. So I guess...getting married to you wouldn't be so bad after all," you say softly.

"Is this your way of proposing to me?," giggles your boyfriend. "What? No! I mean, I did say it would be nice to get married, but I don't have a ring right now. And I meant it when I said 'one day,' but it's not today," you hurriedly say. Chan bursts out laughing at this, "I know love, I'm not ready yet either. But yes, if I have to get married, I'd rather marry you than anyone else."

Around noon, you decide to set up camp in a forest clearing. It takes you a few hours to get the tent up and ready, as you keep getting delayed because you can't stop fooling around. Amid Chan getting himself wrapped with the tent instead of unwrapping it, and you assembling the rods the wrong way up, you spend some not-so-productive, but enjoyable quality time in each other's presence, something you didn't know you had been craving for.

Evening rolls by, and you have a light dinner with ramen, some roasted chicken, and beer, following which, you lay down on a picnic mat, with your head on Chan's arm. "The stars look so beautiful, don't they Channie?," you softly ask. "Not as beautiful as you," he says cheesily, making you hide your face into his side. "But yeah, you're right. I really wanted to go stargazing with you, but we never got the time," he sighs. "I'm so happy we came on this trip, love." You open your mouth to speak, but just then, you notice a star shooting across the sky. "Channie! Channie get up, it's a shooting star!," you squeal, before closing your eyes and praying. Once you open them, you notice Chan looking at you with a gaze full of love. "Didn't you wish for something?," you ask. "I did," he smiles. "But what about you? What did you wish for?"

"Come closer Mr. Bang, I'm not about to announce my wish to the whole world," you whisper slyly. He leans in closer to you, only to have you say, "You don't tell others what you wished for," before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He smiles into the kiss, before breaking away and hugging you tight.

The next day turns out to be the last before you have to turn back homeward, and so, Chan suggests you make the best of it. "From what I know about the country's geography, we should be close to a beach somewhere here," he says, making you look at him with your eyes shining. "Too bad we're not going to get help from the GPS, but I'm really enjoying the phone detox," you smirk. "Who needs GPS when we've got people? Look there, we're gonna enter a city soon, so let's ask our way around," he replies. An hour and a half later, you come across a milestone that tells you the beach is a mile away. Once there, you look for a deserted spread of sand, keen on not getting stuck in an unnecessary crowd. "We face enough of that in the city, I just want to be alone with you," you whisper, taking his hand in his.

When you finally succeed in finding such a place, Chan giggles, "Good thing I packed our swimming gear as well, right?" "You did well sweetie," you say, booping his nose softly. After getting changed, you spend the next few hours playing in the water. Suddenly, Chan pulls you flush into his chest, and whispers in your ear, "You look so hot wearing that, and with water dripping down your body, I'm really finding it hard to stay away." "Then don't," you say, biting your lip. One thing leads to another, and you're thankful for the changing shack nearby.

By the time the sun starts to set, Chan has pulled you out of the water, and is making you dance with him on the sand, after bringing your phones and portable speaker from the car. Waltzing to the music, you shyly say, "I love you Channie," making him blush and reply with an "I love you too, my cute baby."

After dinner you climb atop the roof of your car, talking about your younger days. "You remember when we got into a huge fight once, back in college? And I was about to break up with you, only to have you whisk me away on a road trip, just like you did this time," you say, laying your head on his shoulder. "It did get you to stick around with me though," he replies, laying his chin on your head. "And you remember how we first met? You spilled your latte all over my T-shirt, and then took me to the infirmary to check for any burns," he reminds you, making you throw your head back in laughter. "You kept whining for a year over how you missed out on being the 'campus heartthrob' because of that incident, when in reality, you still were the most popular freshman," you jab a finger at his chest, smiling.

"Okay, I've got a secret. I wasn't actually sad about the campus heartthrob thing, since I already knew everyone was head over heels for me," he grins, making you punch his arm. "Hey! Let me finish first. I knew everyone loved me, but I only had eyes for you. And whining was just a tactic to get you to feel sorry for me and go on a date with me." You fake gasp at this, exclaiming, "Treachery! And here I thought you were genuinely sulky about that. do you have any idea how guilty I felt that whole year?!" When he simply states at you, unamused, you add through a pout, "I'm planning on revoking your cuddle privileges."

All of a sudden, you realize that Chan is moving over to lay on top of you, trapping you between him and the roof. "You know you can't resist me, babe. So don't even try," he says. "You are right about that," you say, pulling him for a kiss.

You both end up remaining awake till dawn the next day, and decide to start on your journey home around mid-way, after having napped inside the car for a few hours. You get started on your way just after noon, with Chan behind the wheel, and you eating (and feeding him) from a packet of gummy bears in the passenger seat. You re-enter the city you had seen earlier the previous day, and decide to spend some time roaming around. It's a fairly big city, but still much quieter and more peaceful than Seoul. You pass on visiting the mall, reasoning that you do so too frequently back home.

Soon enough though, you come across a store that displays a signboard saying, "Free wine tasting session for couples." You both look at each other, and with a smirk, Chan says what is on your mind. "Can't pass up on sophisticated wine for free now, can we?" You giggle and say, "Nope, absolutely not." And so, in you go. The session proves to be equal parts fun and educational. From the Chardonnay to the Pinot Noir, you go through with the tasting of at least 20 different types of wines. While you actually stick to the literal meaning of the word "tasting," drinking no more than a sip per drink, Chan goes all out, and not too long after, he's totally drunk. "Hey there beautiful, mind telling me your name?," he tries to act smooth with you, making you facepalm as you say, "I still get surprised about how low your alcohol tolerance is for your size," you shake your head.

Once you leave the tasting, half dragging, half carrying a wasted Chan who continuously tries to flirt with you, you decide to take the wheel and hit the road to the outskirts of the city, and cover the remainder of the trip once you're fully sober. When you cross over the city's borders and re-enter the road in the wilderness, you hit the brakes. You let Chan sleep, knowing that waking him up will only give him a hangover. Getting out of the car, you get yourself something to eat from the boot, and once you're full, you snuggle up to him, throwing a blanket over the both of you.

You wake up around nine at night, and as you had predicted, you see Chan holding his head in agony. You nurse him for while, before putting him back to sleep, then continue down the road. You keep sneaking glances at his sleeping form, smiling to yourself when you notice how peaceful he seems, something he hasn't looked like in ages. "We really needed this. Thank you for always knowing what I need, and for always taking care of me. I love you," you thank him silently.

When he finally wakes the next morning, he sees you huddled up in the driver's seat, and he can feel his heart swell with love for you. He gets out of the car, then picks you up and softly places you on the backseat so that you can rest well. Looking at your expression, he can easily see how content and truly happy you are. You are his reason to keep going, and if this little getaway idea of his could help you find your reason to keep going (unbeknownst to him, he himself is your reason to endure too), his heart is at ease. Sure, your week off is going to end soon, but he's positive that you will have rejuvenated yourself and would have gathered enough beautiful memories to last you a while.

Sure, going back to Seoul would mean going back to the hustle and bustle of your lives, but hey, he knows that that you by his side, he'd be ready to run away from home again any day, because his home is with you. But even more than that, he knows that with you by his side, life will be just a tad bit easier. Because you will always be there to remind him of who he was back in college. You will keep the young, carefree boy who loved you to bits, alive in him. And he'll do the same for you. And with that thought, he drives off into the distance, back to where you started from, with a smile on his face.

Because at the end of the day, you both have each other, and that's all that matters.

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xpiester333x · 2 years ago

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Must Plays 2023

Because last year my resolution was to play through as much of my backlog as possible (and frankly I killed it). This year I have a similar goal, but I also have a list of games I really want to play through in the year 2023. It may not be possible to get through them all (there are several long ones here) but I'm going to do my best!

Persona 3 Portable - Since I played through 4 and 5 in 2022 it only seems fair to play through 3 this year. Also because its one of the games that got me into games way back in the day... but I never did really finish it lol

Hades - I've heard so much about it and it's always been on my wishlist but I kept putting it off. Well I got it for Christmas so it's time.

Shin Megami Tensei 3: Nocturne - Because I started it when the remaster came out and then never finished it. It's time to finish it. And also for the same reason as P3.

Shin Megami Tensei 5 - Because I bought it on release and LOVED it but then Endwalker came out a month later so I... never finished.

Dragon Age Inquisition - I have owned this game since 2015 when I built my computer. I bought it because I LOVED Origins and was excited to play it and then I never did. So this is the year.

Final Fantasy 16 - It's not even released yet but I need it and I am going to play it.

Persona 5 Royal - I know I just played Persona 5 but hey it was the best game I've ever played and I HAVE to play Royal.

Undertale - Another game I have owned forever but I just met too many people who annoyed me and were also obsessed with Undertale and I inadvertently gave it a bad association that way. I'm going to put that prejudice aside though and give it a real play this year.

Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs - Because I've owned it forever and never played it

Amnesia: The Dark Descent - I actually did start to play this one about 4 years ago and then just stopped (it was a bad habit of mine) so round 2.

Code Vein - tbh I don't even know if I'm going to like this game but I was gifted it and my friends who have played swear its worth it so I'm hoping to try it this year.

Harvestella - I was gifted it for Christmas. I'm definitely interested in playing it but I wasn't interested enough to buy it for myself? But I am looking forward to it.

Nier: Automata - Because I have no excuse as to why I haven;t finished this lol

Dragon's Dogma - I have played this. Three times. But its been several years and I'm ready for a replay.

Persona 4 Golden - I know I just played this recently but I have a need to play with a guide and max out more SLs for the stories and achievements.

Darkwood - This game gave me the absolute worst scare of my entire horror loving career and I loved it. But I wasn't in a good mental state when I was trying to play it last year and I had to give up on it. I think this year I'm in a much better place and I would love to finish it.

GRIS - This is an atmospheric puzzle platformer I played briefly a couple of years ago and then never finished (do you see the pattern now). It probably won't take long at all to finish and I would like to make that a goal this year.

Inscryption - Because you can only dodge spoilers on a game like this so long and I want to play it for myself before I see too much about it.

Fran Bow - A great game I ALMOST finished and then didn't

Spiritfarer - I put like 40 hours into this game on my switch... then got mad at the crystal dragon and quit. I have the Farewell Edition on PC so I think I would like to re-do the game (its worth a replay anyway) and actually finish it.

And that's it for now... Just 20 games... with a combined total playtime of 34 days and 15 hours (not including FFXVI since we don't know how long it will be. I would guess at MINIMUM 40 hours tho so... tack on a few more days lol.)

I don't know how possible it will be to finish them all. I may also decide I want to play a game not listed and fall off track. But wish me luck and I'll let you know how it went in 2024!

#video games #easy as pie #pie plays #personal

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lemonandhugs · 4 years ago

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Stars Align: Chapter 12 (FULL)

It’s a long one!

Enjoy!

With an inquisitive smile, Cait did as he asked and sat on his bed. Sam bit his bottom lip and stroked her cheek softly. Cait briefly let her eyes close at his soothing touch. He then turned around and walked to his dresser. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a discrete, deep breath. He opened the top drawer of his dresser and dug around. Cait leant to the side, trying to see what he was doing. She had come to realise that Sam rubbing the back of his neck was something he did when he was nervous, so what he was about to do intrigued her that much more. Sam pulled out an object and quickly whipped back around to face her, and just as quickly hid the object behind his back. Sam locked his eyes onto Cait’s and slowly walked back over to her. Cait had a small smile playing about her lips, as she patiently waited. Sam bent down onto his knees before her, letting out another deep breath as he did so, causing a minty breeze over Cait’s face. She reached out and brushed back a stray red curl that dangled against his eyebrow. Sam peeked up to meet her eyes shyly, hands still clutched behind his back.

“Um…Cait…I…I hope this doesn’t go against what we agreed upon before…when this all began…you and me. But…I’m quite scared that it does…and I’m scared that…” Sam stammered, then suddenly took a deep breath in, shook his head then continued, “I just…I really care about you. This isn’t me trying to put pressure on you…I mean on us…what we are.”

Sam nervously pulled the long, thin, blue box from behind his back and placed it in her hands that were rested on her lap. He held on to her knees, staring at the box, then peered up to see her expression.

Cait was also staring down at the box, then she brought it up closer to her face and opened it slowly. She recognised that they were plane tickets, immediately. Her eyes lit up. She scooped them out and placed the box next to her. Inspecting the tickets closer, she saw the word “Paris”. She lowered the tickets, to look at him and breathed in a deep gasp as a smile spread across her face.

“Paris?!” Cait asked excitedly.

“Yes,” Sam nodded and lowered his gaze, “uh…it’s for a 3-day weekend, the day after block one finishes…for…for you and me. But–,” Sam tried to continue.

He was cut off by Cait’s mouth on his, in a kiss that was eager. So eager that he felt like the amount of suction was going to take his lips right off. Right before he felt like his lips were going to stretch too far, she broke the kiss, leant down, and wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck, giggling lightly. Sam took a couple of seconds to register her reaction, a reaction he hadn’t even really considered, and reached up to hold her back, a little breathless from the kiss.

Cait let go of him and leant back, an adoring look on her face as she looked deep into his questioning eyes.

“Sam,” she began, smiling down at their plane tickets in her hands, “I would love to go to Paris with you.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes a little more, “really?”

“Yes!” she responded with forceful nodding, “I…I know we said we weren’t going to put pressure on…what we are. I don’t think we have. I think we’ve gone slow and have let things progress naturally. And…that progression has led me to really caring about you too,” she put her hand on his face, stroking his stubble with her thumb.

Sam’s face lit up and his face broke into a big smile, showing his white, shiny teeth. Cait bent down and leant her forehead against his and closed her eyes. Sam put his hands on the sides of her shoulders and moved his face to the side to capture her lips. Their mouths folded together and Cait wrapped her arms around him again, to get him as close as possible, in that position. Sam parted her legs and pulled them to wrap around his waist, then scooped his hands underneath her arse and lifted her up off the bed, as he got to his feet. He bounced her upward to get a better hold on her, and she locked her ankles around his back. After breaking the kiss, she laid her head against his shoulder and he carried her through the dividing door, into her room. He walked over to her bed, turned around and sat down on the end of it, then leant backwards so he was laying down. Cait took the opportunity to cover his neck in kisses and bites, moving down his chest. Just then she stopped and let out a long and loud yawn. She went to continue her line of kisses down his body, but Sam held her arms and inched her back up toward him.

“Sleep,” he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Cait hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She bent down once more and pecked him on the lips, before climbing off him to get under the blankets. He turned the lights off and crawled into bed next to her. She faced him, lifted her head up so he could thread his arm underneath her neck and slung her leg over his hip. He held her body and pulled her as close to him as he could. With her head in the crook of his shoulder, and his hands on her shoulder and wrapped around her lower back, hugging her to him, sleep was fast approaching.

‘One more week of work, then Paris,’ was Cait’s last thought, and she smiled into Sam’s neck before drifting off to sleep.

The next few days at work felt slower than normal, as Cait was counting down the days until Paris. She kept herself as busy as possible, focusing on lines when she wasn’t tangled in a bundle of Sam in the trailer, or in the makeup chair, or in new costume fittings.

It came to the Thursday before the Saturday they left for Paris. Cait had gotten back to the trailer first, exhausted, and collapsed on her bed. She wasn’t ready for it, but the nerves hit her hard. Up until that point, she had felt nothing but excitement for Paris, but as it crept closer, the more nervous she became. She knew that in Paris was where her and Sam were going to be completely intimate. They were going to sleep together, in Paris, the most romantic city in the world, and she was nervous. She didn’t expect to feel nervous at all, and it made her really think about what was going to happen.

‘Fuck…I need to get some lingerie! He hasn’t seen me in any lingerie yet, it would be a nice surprise for him. He’s made sure it’s going to be special, and so will I. But when am I going to have the chance to leave without him noticing, and come back without him seeing…?’ Cait thought nervously, staring up at the ceiling and chewing on her lip.

Then her phone vibrated on her bedside table. She pushed herself up, reached over and grabbed it before laying back down. It was a text from Sam.

- Looks like it’s going to be a late one for me, they can’t get the lighting right in this damn night shoot.

- Oh no, how frustrating! How late do you think?

- At least a few more hours, I think…don’t wait up, okay? I know how exhausted you get after work. I’ll pick up something for dinner and I’ll be next to you in bed as quick as I can 😉

- 😊 are you sure?

- Yeah, you sleep.

- Okay, I hope you’re alright. Hurry back 😊

- Will do 😉

Cait smiled to herself, then checked the time. 6:18pm.

‘I guess it’s now or never…’ Cait decided.

She quickly found the number of her driver, called, and asked how far away the nearest town was.

“20 minutes, ma’am,” was Cait’s driver’s response.

Within ten minutes, her driver was outside of her trailer, she hopped in and was on her way to the nearest town, hoping there would be a decent lingerie store.

Upon arrival, Cait’s driver asked, “should I come back, ma’am, or wait for you here?”

“Uh…” Cait paused, looking up and down the long street of stores, “I shouldn’t be too long. Would you be able to wait here?”

“Of course, ma’am,” said her driver.

“Thank you so much,” Cait grinned, then shut the door.

She set off on her quest, power walking down the street, hoping to come across some store that sold women’s underwear. After fifteen minutes of walking, she spotted a lingerie store across the street. With a breath of relief, she ran across the road and into the store. They had many options, but the one that caught her eye and was love at first sight was a wine red, lacy bra and high cut G-string set. It also came with a garter belt and suspenders, in which she was going to pair with black thigh high stockings, and black stilettos. She luckily already had the stilettos. Very happy with her purchases, an excited shiver came over her as she walked out of the store. She couldn’t wait for Sam to see her in it. This helped ease her nerves and brought back the excitement.

She looked at the time, only 7:20pm. Plenty of time to go back to the trailer and start packing her Paris bag, so she could hide her lingerie and heels at the bottom. She would have that done and eat dinner, all well before Sam would get back. Cait got back into the car and let out a satisfied sigh of relief.

By 9:10pm, Cait was showered and tucked cosily in bed, scrolling on her phone. It felt weird going to bed on her own. She suddenly felt very lonely, and looked towards the door, hoping Sam would come through it at any moment. She missed him and was determined to stay awake until he got back. By 9:45pm and still no Sam, a very tired Cait had fallen asleep, phone still in hand.

By 10:15pm, Sam had finally gotten back, quietly coming through the trailer door with a chicken wing in his mouth. He dropped his coat onto the closest dining chair, and his script and key onto the table. After devouring the last of the chicken off the bone, he put it in the bin and licked his lips and fingers. He knew he had to see her before having a shower, so he crept into her room and knelt on the floor beside her. Careful to not get his greasy fingers on her or her bed, he leant in, planning to place a very careful, light kiss on her mouth. The smell of the chicken must have woken her up, as her eyes slowly opened when Sam’s mouth was an inch away. She quickly closed the gap between their mouths and gave him a deep kiss to show him just how much she missed him today. She tasted the chicken on his lips and on his tongue.

“Mm,” she playfully moaned, and sucked his lips into her mouth, enjoying the taste.

He smiled against her mouth, “sorry I woke you,” he breathed into her mouth.

“Don’t be,” she pulled his mouth onto hers again, then sat up all the way.

She broke the kiss and licked her lips, then moved her mouth across his cheek and to his ear.

“Touch me,” she seductively whispered into his ear before nipping at his earlobe and licking down his neck.

Sam’s eyes rolled back, and he could feel his cock twitch and become hard.

“I would love to,” he whispered breathlessly, “but my fingers are greasy.”

She leant back to look at him, “oh?” she questioned.

She reached down and took his left hand and brought it up to her mouth. Starting with his index finger, she enveloped it with her mouth, mimicking the same actions with her tongue that she would on his cock. She did the same with every one of his fingers. By the time she was finished, Sam’s breathing was noticeably heavier. He had that desirous look in his eye, then pounced on top of her. She giggled and untangled her legs from the blanket so she could wrap them around his waist. Their tongues stroked and danced together until they had to come up for air.

“I have to shower,” Sam stated while gasping.

Cait leant in once more with a protesting moan against his lips before she blithely pushed him off with a cheeky smile.

“I won’t be long,” Sam promised, then made a couple of kissing noises before leaving the room.

Saturday morning came. Cait didn’t sleep much, she was full of nerves and excitement. Sam and Cait both strategically mentioned to Ron and their other co-stars where they would be going over the Christmas break, as for it to not be suspicious if they were both seen leaving at the same time. They still had to take separate cars to the airport. Their flight was an early one, so they were, once again, shivering outside their trailer.

Sam heard Cait’s teeth chattering, then pulled her close, held her face and seductively purred, “let me warm those lips up.”

Cait wrapped her arms around his waist and stood up on her tiptoes. They could see every breath they took when they broke each kiss, standing in that frosty morning together.

Their lips became warm just when they heard their cars pulling up. They quickly broke apart from one another, and Sam reached for her hand, placed a sweet kiss on top of her fingers, then took an inconspicuous step away from her.

Sam and Cait both made a point to mention to their drivers where they were heading for their Christmas break; different locations but flight times close to each other. They were doing everything they could think of to not get caught, or cause anyone to be suspicious.

Their flight was at 6:30am, and it was only an hour and a half flight. They had a cabin seat, in first class. It was a much different experience together than it was last time. There were also less people on the plane this time.

They found their cabin and revelled in the fact that they were so secluded and had no annoying armrest between them. As soon as Sam sat down, Cait climbed into his lap. Sam took a quick look to see that there weren’t any flight attendants around, before running his hand from Cait’s knee, all the way up her thigh, stroking a very sensitive area. She had to conceal her squeal and breathed heavily into his ear. Sam kissed the side of her neck then idly played with a strand of her hair. They heard the flight attendant’s food trolley coming up the aisle, so Sam lifted Cait up off his lap and put her down on the seat beside him. She kept her hand on his leg, then cuddled his arm and leant her head against her shoulder. Sam leant his heard against hers.

“Where would you like to go, when we get there?” Sam asked.

There was no answer. Sam took his head off hers, leant forward and saw that she was fast asleep. He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and leant his head back onto hers, also closing his eyes.

Sam and Cait were awoken by the bumpiness of the plane landing. Cait untangled her arms from around Sam’s arm and thrust them in the air, stretched and yawned. Sam arched his back and stretched out his legs. He twisted this way and that, satisfied when he heard a few cracks. Cait observed him and twisted her body from side to side, gaining Sam’s attention.

She was disappointed to not hear any cracking sounds from her back, “okay, I don’t know how you do that, but it looks like it feels really good,” Cait pouted, then smirked.

Sam giggled, held her face and pulled it close to his, placing a soft kiss on her mouth, “did you have a good nap? You must have been tired.”

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep enough last night. Too excited I guess,” Cait grinned, biting her bottom lip.

Sam reciprocated then flicked his eyebrows up seductively.

‘And that excitement will not be for nothing,’ Sam internally roused.

They hopped into their uber, ready for the one hour drive it was going to take to reach Mama Shelter Hotel in Paris’ east. Cait had no idea where they were going, or what hotel, but she was excited. She trusted Sam. It excited both of them to be in a city where no one knew them; they could be as free as they wanted together. That started in that very uber, they weren’t used to being able to be driven together. Cait was sitting directly behind the driver, and Sam was sitting in the middle seat, beside her. Cait’s arms slinked their way around Sam’s neck and pulled him close. She kissed along his strong jawline and gently bit down where his jaw met his neck. This caused him to shift in his seat and exhale a little too heavily against the side of her face. She cheekily smiled and giggled at his reaction. He smirked at her with narrowed eyes, then his hand found her bare waist underneath her top, and lightly travelled up her body and found her right boob. He stroked the top of it, then attempted to hook his fingers underneath her bra to find her nipple. To conceal any sounds she made, he used his other hand to cup the back of her neck and bring her mouth onto his. She shivered and breathed heavily into his mouth, then slid her hand up his thigh and squeezed his crotch through his jeans. He let out a quiet groan into her mouth and bit down on her bottom lip. After an hour, before they got too hot and bothered, they felt the car stop. The hour had only felt like fifteen minutes. They quickly unhanded each other and got out of the car. Sam had to readjust himself before he got out completely, otherwise his stiff cock would be on full display through his jeans. Sam took his and Cait’s bag and handed it to the porters who came out to meet them.

They reached the top floor of the hotel and came to their room. It was very large and light, with big windows. What caught Cait’s eye first, though, was the cartoon masks resting on the pillows of the very large, king size bed.

She let out a breathy laugh as she walked towards the bed and picked both masks up, “what?” she turned around and smiled at Sam.

He walked over to her and took the Scooby Doo mask and put it on, “ruh roh,” he said in his best Scooby Doo voice.

Cait laughed and put on the other mask, which was a man with dark hair.

Sam giggled, “okay, we have to take a photo of this,” he suggested through his mask.

After the photo was taken, Cait slipped her mask off and looked at it.

“Why the masks though?” Cait asked.

“I think the hotel is just known for it, something different, bit quirky,” Sam shrugged.

“Fair enough,” Cait nodded.

She put the mask down on one of the bedside tables and looked around.

“Wow, this is really big. Really nice. Oh, look at the balcony!” Cait’s eyes widened as she rushed over and opened the glass door.

The balcony was also quite spacious, with flowerpots lining the railing, a small round, glass table with two chairs, and a view that went on as far as the eye could see, with an outline of the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Sam followed her out onto the balcony and put his arm around her shoulders. She smiled up at him and then went back to staring at the view.

“Amazing,” she stated, and leant her head into Sam’s neck.

Sam had viewed photos of every single one of the rooms in this suite, so he was familiar with what it entailed, but was enjoying watching Cait’s reactions. He was pleased that she seemed to be impressed by it.

“Should we go and have a look at the rest?” Sam suggested.

Cait nodded, threaded her fingers through Sam’s and walked back inside.

Where they walked in went straight into the large bedroom and balcony. The ensuite bathroom was quite big, with marble benchtops. Out of their bedroom doorway, there was a small hallway, with a large loungeroom and kitchen to the right, and to the left, a main bathroom with a very large spa bath, a large shower with two shower heads, and a ‘his’ and ‘hers’ sink. Their room had a large vase of long-stemmed white roses, specifically requested by Sam.

“Would you like to go to the Eiffel Tower?” Sam asked as they walked out of the main bathroom.

“Yes!” Cait’s eyes widened, as she looked back at him and smiled.

“Okay, it’s not far from here, only a twenty-minute drive. And we could grab breakfast too?” Sam suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’m just going to the toilet, then we’ll go?” Cait asked as she walked towards the ensuite.

“I’ll wait right here,” he flopped back onto the bed.

‘Comfy, very comfy…good,’ Sam smirked to himself.

Then after a minute, he pounced back up off the bed and pulled one of the roses out of the large vase.

“Ah, fuck!” he exclaimed in a harsh whisper, as he sucked at the blood that oozed out of his thumb from a thorn that spiked him.

He shook his hand when the blood stopped, then sat on the bed patiently, holding the rose.

The ensuite door opened ten seconds later, but Cait did not appear. He leant forward, trying to see her. Then he got up and crept to the ensuite door, holding the rose behind his back. He poked his head in and saw Cait leaning over the sink inspecting an eyelash in the mirror. He walked behind her, and she looked at him in the mirror and smiled shyly.

“Sorry, there’s something in my eye,” Cait explained, then opened her eye wide again and moved her eyelids around, “Ah ha! Got it,” Cait exclaimed, relieved as she carefully scooped an eyelash out from inside her lower eyelid. She blinked a few times, “much better.”

Sam leant his chin on her shoulder, from behind, then brought the rose out from behind him and held it in front of her.

Cait’s face broke with a wide smile at the rose, and then at him in the mirror. She put her hand up to take it.

“Careful, thorns,” Sam warned, “it already got me,” Sam said showing her his cut thumb.

“Aww,” Cait’s eyes became sad with concern. She carefully took the rose from him with one hand, then with her other hand, she brought his thumb to her mouth and placed a couple of soft kisses on it.

Sam smiled crookedly, then placed a kiss on her shoulder. Cait turned around to face him, carefully wrapped her arms around his neck and leant in.

“Thank you,” she whispered an inch away from his mouth.

Sam brought his lips onto hers and responded, “you’re welcome,” moving her lips up and down as he spoke. It made her laugh into his mouth, which made him smile. He loved hearing her laugh, he loved making her laugh. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, then leant into the kiss. As he did, he leant forward even more and let his hands travel down her back and settle on her arse in her skinny jeans. She held on to him tighter, as she was bent backwards. With a light squeeze and smack to one of her cheeks, Sam broke the kiss and pulled her back up straight. With one last kiss to the tip of her nose, Sam took her hand and switched off the light. Cait used the empty vase on one of the bedside tables to put her rose in.

Twenty-three minutes later and they had reached the Eiffel Tower. Sam and Cait were standing on a grassy area, looking up at its great height. The sky was clear and bright, a beautiful day. Right across the street was Castel Café, in which they had breakfast. After spending an hour eating, talking, and laughing, they made their way to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

“Are you okay with heights?” Sam asked, as they got higher and higher up.

“Yeah, fine,” Cait replied, fixated on the view, “how about you?”

“Doesn’t bother me. So that’s good, we’re both fine with heights. Is it just spiders, then, that you’re scared of?” Sam asked, interested.

“Umm…yeah that’s pretty much it. Is there anything you’re scared of?” Cait turned to him and smirked.

Sam shrugged, “I don’t really think about it. Nothing stands out, in my mind.”

‘If I could never see you again, that scares me,’ Sam thought, his stomach clenching.

“Big, brave man,” Cait teased him as she slipped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his chest.

“Hm,” he smiled down at her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

They had reached the very top then, and the lift doors opened. They were both hit with an overwhelming force of wind. Sam protectively put his arm around Cait’s shoulders. He then led them around the other side of the tower, where the wind was a lot less intense. Cait sighed in relief, then took in the view. She smiled blissfully and slipped her arm around him, holding his waist. Sam rubbed her shoulder.

“Amazing,” Cait breathed.

“Yeah, you can see so far out. It just keeps going,” Sam observed, contently.

“Hmm,” Cait breathed out happily.

“I’m happy we get to experience this…together,” Sam squeezed her shoulder, briefly, suddenly shy.

Cait smiled up at him, then turned her body towards him. She rested her hands on his chest and stood up on her toes. Sam held the sides of her neck and bent his head to catch her lips. This kiss caused those butterflies to return in the pit of her stomach. The depth of the kiss mixed with the romantic atmosphere, and the new experience together made it that much more special. It made her feelings intensify, and their stay in Paris was only just beginning.

After spending some time at the top of the tower, and even braving the sides with strong winds, they headed back down to explore the streets of Paris. They walked, hand in hand, until they came to Champ de Mars Park. They admired the statues, flowerbeds, and the devastatingly beautiful fountain in the centre of the park. They sat on the fountain’s concrete edge, soaking up some vitamin D, and continued to talk, bond, laugh. Sam’s hand didn’t move from her leg, and Cait’s arm was curled around his, her hand on top of his, stroking his fingers every so often.

“So, uh…what do you say we stay around here until tonight? Instead of heading back east, near the hotel?” Sam nervously suggested.

“Yeah, sure,” Cait nodded, tucking her windblown hair behind her ear.

“Good,” Sam nodded, exhaling in relief, “it’s just that…I have something planned for us…for dinner tonight.”

“Oh?” Cait smiled wide in question, nudging his shoulder with hers.

Sam looked down and giggled, “yeah, uh…it’s a sunset dinner cruise, along the River Seine,” he explained, jerking his head in the direction of the river, behind them.

“Oh my god, really? That sounds incredible, Sam. Being on a boat, watching the sun go down, in the City of Lights. What more could I want?” she gave him a very thankful smile, then held his chin and kissed him with all her gratitude.

She broke the kiss off suddenly and looked down at her outfit.

“Oh, wait! I’m not really dressed for a dinner cruise,” she furrowed her brows, pulling at her black blazer and white top, and grimaced at her blue skinny jeans. The fanciest thing she was wearing were her black, strappy wedges.

“I think you look great,” Sam started, dragging his eyes over her body, head to toe, “but if you don’t feel comfortable and would rather change, we can go back to the hotel. Easily done.”

“Mm,” she thought, twisting her mouth side to side, “yeah, I want to look nice for something like that. Really nice. I mean, if you’re going to wine and dine me, I want to be a little fancy,” she wiggled her shoulders.

‘Adorable,’ Sam thought, smiling at her.

She smiled back; it reached her eyes. He often became dazzled by how beautiful she was, but there in the sunlight, he really lost himself in her eyes. The sound of a splash in the fountain behind them brought him out of his hypnotic state, and he blinked a few times.

He looked down at his own outfit of a black jacket, dark grey jeans, brown boots, and a black shirt.

“I should really change too, anyway,” he stretched out his legs.

Cait shrugged and said, matter-of-factly, “you always look hot.”

Sam chuckled shyly, “do I?”

“Yes,” she said softly, leaning in and gently bumping the tip of her nose against his.

“Mm,” his eyebrows flicked up cheekily, “well you’re pretty hot too, Caitriona Balfe,” he cupped the back of her neck with one hand slid his hand up her thigh with the other.

She melted into his soft, but thorough kiss.

They arranged an uber and made their way back to the hotel and had lunch in its own restaurant. They then decided to explore the Louvre for the remainder of their afternoon, before it was time to get ready for their sunset dinner cruise, leaving at 7pm.

Sam was ready, dressed in slim, dark blue chinos, brown boots, and a long-sleeved, grey knitted shirt, with a white collared shirt underneath. His red hair was smooth back slightly. He sat on the bed, waiting in anticipation for what Cait would look like. Ten minutes later, Cait finally emerged. Her hair was straightened, so it came down past her shoulders. She was wearing a tight-fitted, long-sleeved black shirt and a high-waisted black and white skirt, that sat two inches above her knee cap. She was wearing black, open-toed, strappy high heels. Her makeup was simple, natural. She didn’t need it to begin with, but it only accentuated her full lips, blue-grey eyes, and the apples of her cheeks. She was carrying a little black, silky clutch.

Sam’s eyes widened as he trailed them from her face, right down to her shoes, then back up.

He took a breath in, “wow,” he breathed out.

Cait smiled shyly, then looked down, embarrassed.

Sam stood up off the bed, gently took her hand, raised it up in the air and slowly spun her around, to get a look at all of her.

“Cait, you look amazing,” Sam’s eyes were still wide, and he looked her up and down once more.

He had to stop himself from salivating. He brought her hand to his lips and placed a sweet kiss on her fingers. Cait giggled, then peered back up at him.

She looked him up and down, “and you look very handsome,” she breathed out seductively, placing her hands on his waist.

He smiled at her crookedly, then leant in. She could hear him inhale and then hesitate.

“I…I want to kiss you…but I don’t want to mess up anything,” he licked his lips.

“Hmm,” he continued, then angled his head and leant down lower. She tilted her head to give him full access.

He placed his lips on the side of her neck in a long kiss, “mm,” he moaned deeply, “you smell so good,” he breathed on her neck and caressed it with the tip of his nose, before leaning back to look at her.

Her chest was heaving a little, up, and down, and his eyes were full of lust and hunger, as they darted down to her mouth, his thumbs rubbing her hips lightly.

Cait blinked a few times to break the spell, and exhaled slowly, “we should get going,” was her whisper.

‘And he hasn’t even seen me in my lingerie yet,’ Cait thought, smiling privately to herself.

Sam nodded, shutting his eyes briefly. He threaded his fingers through hers and they headed downstairs to await their uber.

An hour later and they were on their sunset cruise. They had their own little table right at the front of the boat, with a great view of everything, as they slowly drifted down the River Seine. Sam deliberately gave Cait the seat that would face the Eiffel Tower as it lit up in twinkling lights. With the boat’s impeccable timing, they had drifted right in front of it right when its lights came on. Sam looked behind him at the tower, then quickly turned back to watch Cait’s reaction. Her eyes widened, and so did her smile. He watched the magic of the lights reflecting off her face and making her eyes look like the brightest blue. The corner of his mouth turned up as he watched her happiness. She made eye contact with him then, and her smile didn’t break.

“So beautiful,” she expressed, then reached over and put her hand on his, “thank you, Sam. This really is amazing.”

His thumb stroked the top of her hand, then with his other hand he lifted his glass of wine. She lifted hers as well.

“To a stunning woman, in a stunning city,” he cheekily smiled, clinking his glass gently on hers.

She smiled brightly, then looked down, before peering back up at him and biting her bottom lip. She took a sip of wine and didn’t let go of his eyes.

Three men in tuxedos stood up then, each with a violin. They began to play slow, soothing, romantic music. Sam looked at them, then looked at Cait. With a small, saucy smile, he got up, stood to the side of Cait and held out his hand. She looked up at him with a slightly bashful expression, then took his hand. He walked backwards a few steps, holding her hands, before holding her waist and pulling her close. She locked her hands around his neck, and they moved side to side, as slow as the music. Sam looked adoringly into her eyes as they moved, and she did the same, a slight smile playing on her lips. He moved forward, then, and rested his forehead on hers, shutting his eyes. She moved her head upwards slightly, causing him to open his eyes back up. He moved his forehead off hers, and she leant in fully and pressed her lips on his. He leant deeper into the kiss eagerly, as he had been wanting to kiss her for the last couple of hours. He let out a quiet, satisfied moan against her mouth, then broke the kiss and licked his lips. She gave him a seductive smile that let him know there would be more where that came from. He pulled her into more of a hug position, as they continued to dance, the sides of their faces leaning against each other.

“I promise I won’t knock you into this river,” Sam whispered in her ear.

Cait broke out into laughter against the side of his neck.

“Doesn’t that feel like such a long time ago?” Cait smiled.

“It does,” Sam replied, softly rubbing her lower back.

An hour later, after their three-course meal was eaten, and more wine was drunk, their sunset cruise had come to an end, and the city was well and truly lit up with thousands of lights. Not even the beauty of the city could distract Cait from her heart that was beating in her ears. She knew they were going back to their hotel room; she knew what was coming next. It was all becoming real, and the nerves rushed back, smacking her belly with nervous knots and butterflies.

The energy between them, in the uber back to their hotel suite, had shifted to a mutual sort of nervous awareness. Both knew what was going to happen, there were no words needed to discuss it. Suddenly every move was made with careful sensitivity. They both didn’t want to make one wrong move, lest it all be ruined. They restlessly anticipated what was coming, yet they were equally terrified. Being in the moment and having it happen, as opposed to planning it are two different things. Sam was feeling the pressure, all he could do was hope that what he had in mind was special enough.

They had reached their hotel suite and walked through the door, switching the lights on. Without wasting a moment, and wanting to catch her off-guard, he grabbed hold of her from behind and bent down to her ear.

“Meet me in the main bathroom in ten minutes,” he whispered, and bent down to kiss her shoulder.

Then he was off out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. Cait’s eyes widened, and her heart felt like it paused for a moment. Then her butterflies flew harder. She let out the breath she was holding, then a smile crept over her mouth. Her emotions had gone back to nervous excitement, instead of nothing but nervousness. She liked surprises, so not knowing what he had planned only made her ache with desire. Then thinking about how he was going to be surprised with her lingerie made her shiver and her heart started to race. She sat on the bed and took off her heels. She then took her bag to the ensuite, where she was going to prepare once they reached the bedroom.

‘Should I get naked? No…no, he might want to undress me, for us to undress each other. But…what if I walk in and he’s already naked? Well…slightly awkward, but he would still get to undress me, which he seems to enjoy. Should I take my makeup off now? Or will we have a shower afterwards? No, regardless, it most definitely has to come off now. If we get all sweaty, it’ll get shiny and might run…and that’s not attractive at all,’ Cait made up her mind and ran into the ensuite to wash her face.

Once she had finished, with her face all soft and clean, she looked at the time. She had about three minutes to spare. She sat back on the bed trying to both prepare herself and calm herself down. Her heart was beating hard through her chest, and shivers were crawling up and down her spine, causing goosebumps everywhere.

Ten minutes had passed, it was time. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, trying not to squeal. She walked out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the bathroom door, wringing her hands. She came before the door, put her hand out and knocked.

“Come in,” was the deep, echoey voice that responded.

Cait slowly opened the door and she instantly saw that the room was lit with candles, lots of them, on every surface possible. Cait looked around the room, amazed. Her smile went from a little smirk to a full-blown grin. Her eyes settled on Sam, still fully dressed, and sitting on the spa bath’s edge, a lopsided smile on his candle-lit face. The bath was filled almost to the top.

Cait was relieved to see that he was also still fully dressed.

“Come here,” he beckoned her, his arm extended out.

She came to him but took her time. She held out her hand and took his, and he pulled her against him. Before she could comment on how romantic all the candles were, Sam’s hand found the back of her neck and pulled her mouth onto his, followed immediately by his tongue seeking hers.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled back, “mm, your face smells good,” he expressed sensuously and continued to kiss the apple of her cheek, down to her chin, across her jaw, and down her neck. She exhaled a quiet moan.

His other hand had found her arse and was squeezing one cheek to bring her pelvis more against his.

His gently bit her collarbone and looked back up into her eyes. He stroked her face sweetly.

“Would you like to have a bath?” he breathed out against her mouth.

She took a step back, pulled her tightly fitted, long-sleeved shirt out from beneath her skirt, and brought it up and over her head, throwing it carelessly on the tiled floor. Sam was greeted with Cait’s boobs in a lacy, black bra. He blinked a few times and licked his lips. Instantly getting up off the bath, he closed the space between them.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he wrapped his arms around her bare top half, hands trailing all over, then coming to her boobs, squeezing them through her sexy bra.

Instead of reaching around to remove it, his fingers hooked inside the top of her skirt. He vigorously pulled it down over her arse and down her legs, and she quickly hopped out of it. She was wearing a G-string that matched her black, lacy bra. He took a step back to admire her, and let out an aroused groan, then took her mouth again, hands settling straight onto her arse, rubbing, and squeezing her bare cheeks in a circular motion. She could feel how hard he was, and she bent backwards and allowed an out-of-breath moan to escape her mouth when he released her mouth and ran his tongue up her throat. Chest heaving up and down, she reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, then almost ripped every single one of the buttons off his collared shirt. She ran her hands up his sculpted torso, knowing she’ll never tire of what she saw in front of her. She quickly undid his belt and ripped it out of the loops on his chinos. She dropped it and went straight for his button and zip, and just as quickly, he stood there in only his underwear. Sam pulled her close again, reached around and fiddled with the clasp on her bra. After a minute he was able to get it undone, then slid his fingertips over her back, towards the sides of her boobs, leading the bra to slip off. Once it fell to the floor, he bent down and pressed his mouth into her boobs, then opened his mouth to envelope her nipples, one at a time. While he was bent down, he traced down her hips and hooked his thumbs into her G-string. He slowly slipped it down further and further, then she wiggled her legs to let it fall the rest of the way down and stepped out of it. He wanted to bend down and run his tongue from her pelvis to her collarbone, but before he could, both of her hands had found his arse, one on each firm cheek. She gently squeezed, pulling his pelvis more into hers, then mimicked his actions by hooking her thumbs into his underwear and pulling them down, up and over his hard cock. They slid down his calves and he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Her hands, once again, found his now bare arse, sinking her fingertips into it, enjoying the feeling of him tensing with every one of her squeezes. Then he gently held her forearms and took a step back from her. He turned around and carefully walked up the three marble bath steps, stepped down into the bath, turned around and held his hand out for her. Reaching for his hand, she stepped into the bath with him. It was much deeper than it looked. With them standing, the water almost covered all of Cait’s long legs. They both stood facing each other. Sam put his hands on Cait’s waist, and she rested hers against his chest. Sam bent down into the water, and Cait followed. They didn’t take their eyes off each other, breathing deeply. Sam sat on his arse and put his legs out flat and pulled her close. He ran his hands down her arse until her found the back of her thighs. He pulled them apart, so she was sitting on him in a straddled position. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his muscular shoulders. Her area was flush against his stiff cock that was resting vertically against his lower belly. She cheekily grinded into him, and a brief, low groan crept out from the back of his throat. He hungrily took her mouth, stroking her tongue with his, biting her lips, running his hands up and down her spine, grabbing her arse to push her into him more.

When he noticed her having to come up for air and breaking their kisses more often, he knew it was time to stop. He didn’t want to bring her too close to the edge. They were only just beginning. He moved his mouth briefly across her jawline and kissed, licked, and sucked different areas of her neck. He stopped when he reached her collarbone, then held her waist and inched her back. She unlocked her legs form around his waist and balanced back on her knees. He got to his knees as well and moved to the side of her.

“Can you float?” he whispered as he put one hand in the middle of her back and the other on her arse, gently easing it forwards and upwards.

With total trust and a cheeky smirk, she allowed herself to fall back into his hands, arms out to her sides like a starfish, and her body bobbed on top of the water. Sam hardly had to hold her up. He waited a minute to see if she was going to sink back down. When he was confident that she wasn’t going anywhere, he held her right ankle and lifted her leg up into the air, moved between her legs and put her leg back down. The movement in her leg caused her to sink lower, but he put both underneath her arse and held her up.

“Hold on to the edge,” he said with a low growl.

Doing what he said, she reached up and held onto the bath’s edge. He took one hand off her arse and pushed her legs apart. He put his hand back on her arse and lifted her up so that her mound was out of the water. The cold air on her caused her hips to squirm a little, as she felt more cold air, the more and more he was spreading her legs. He suddenly bent his head down, opened his mouth and took as much of her in that he could. The contrast of his hot mouth on her area that had become cold sent shockwaves of pleasure up her legs and right to the sensitive part of her upper back. Her hips jolted against his mouth, and she let out an aroused gasp. Holding his mouth on her, she felt his tongue start to move as his mouth started a sucking motion. Feeling the sensation not only on her clit but around her opening caused her to let out a loud, breathy moan. Sam smiled into her and continued what he was doing for a couple of minutes more. Then he took his mouth off her, stuck out his tongue and laid it flat on her, stroking up and down. He had pleasured her this way so many times that he knew what sounds she made and the way she moved her pelvis when she was about to come. He didn’t want her too close to that state. After another minute of licking her up and down, he removed his tongue and brought it to her inner thighs instead, hearing her panting and letting out little sounds of protest. He slid his hands up her thighs until they came to her area. His thumb dragged up towards her clit and settled flat on, moving in circular motions. Her hips bucked upwards again, trying to his hand further onto her. He used his other hand to trace his index finger around her opening, threatening to slip into her. She pushed herself down onto his finger in one quick jolt and his it entered her. He pushed it in slowly, gently. He stopped when only a third of his finger was in her, and wiggled it inside of her, tickling her walls. This caused her hips to writhe and her grip on the bath was so tight that she was starting to slip. He stopped what he was doing, reached over, and held her hands and stood up, pulling her up with him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. He kissed her passionately. A kiss that revealed how he wanted her, how he needed her, badly. He broke the kiss and they panted against each other’s mouth, drinking in each other’s breath. He then kissed down the side of her neck, over her shoulder, over her boob with a quick suck on her nipple, and down the middle of her belly, where he prodded her belly button with the tip of his tongue. He licked and kissed all around her belly, and down her lower abdomen, nipping and biting here and there. He stood back up, turned around and took a big and steady step out of the bath. He reached the bottom of the few steps, threw a spare towel on the floor to stand on, moved to the side of the bath, then reached out for her. She walked towards him, and he scooped his arm under her legs, wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her out in one smooth motion. She gripped his shoulders hard, as it was an unexpected move.

He felt her tense, “I’ve got you,” he reassured her sweetly.

She relaxed her hold on him and smiled at him ardently. She leant her forehead against the side of his face as he carried her from the bathroom to the bedroom. He walked to the foot of the bed, put her down, turned her to face him, grabbed her arse then lifted her again. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, took hold her his mouth with hers and didn’t let go. He moaned with pleasure as she stuck her tongue towards the back of his throat. He put his knees up to kneel on the bed, then leant forward so she fell on her back and he on top of her. She wrapped her legs back around him, heart pounding, pulse racing.

‘This is it! It’s about to happen! Oh fuck, I almost forgot!’ Cait suddenly tensed.

She put her hand on his chest before things escalated.

He leant back with a confused expression, “are you alright?”

“Yeah, I uh…I…have a little…surprise,” Cait bit her lip, looking down.

Sam’s eyes widened a little, his eyebrows flicked up and a curious smile came across his face.

“Oh really?” he responded seductively.

“Mhm,” Cait nodded and smirked up at him, “let me go…get it,” she jerked her head towards the ensuite.

He lifted himself off her, “I…also have something,” he bent down to his bag and pulled out a big, black blanket, that had a slightly fluffy side, and a material side. Cait got off the bed, and he spread it out onto it.

Cait looked at it curiously, then bent down and felt it.

“It’s a…waterproof blanket,” he smirked cheekily at her. He wanted to say, “sex blanket”, but worried it would kill the mood.

Cait raised her eyebrows and giggled a little, “you’ve thought of everything,” a sensuous glint sparkled in her eyes.

Sam flicked his eyebrows up and shrugged one shoulder. He then crawled back on the bed, laid on his side and held his head in his hand, “I’ll be waiting,” he said in a sexy whisper.

With a provocative smile, she turned and walked into the ensuite. It took fifteen minutes to get everything on and in position. Attaching the suspenders took the most time and tested her patience. She attempted to dry and fluff out her hair as much as she could. She managed to pull off a messy sort of voluminous look, with her loose curls bouncing back. Slipping her very high stilettos on, she took one last look in the mirror. She was very pleased with how well it fit, and how the wine red looked on her pale skin. She took a breath in and let it out slowly.

“Here we go,” she whispered to herself.

She reached for the door handle, slowly turned it and opened the door. She poked only her head out to see him.

“Okay, ready?” she asked nervously.

“Ooh, yes!” he responded excitedly with a grin. He hit the part of the blanket in front of him a few times.

She leant back into the ensuite, took a step out and slowly revealed herself in her dazzling lingerie set. She stepped all the way out of the ensuite and stood in front of Sam.

Sam’s jaw literally dropped. It got lower and lower, the more and more she revealed of herself as she stepped out of that ensuite. His eyes became wide. He pushed himself up off his side and stared at her, starting from her heels, slowly up until he reached her face. Then went back down again.

“Oh…wow…Cait,” he uttered in a low voice, as his eyes trailed back down.

He licked his lips and swallowed hard. His cock had gone a little flaccid while he was waiting for her, but now it was hard and standing up again. She could actually see it move with each pulse.

He made a “turn” gesture with his finger, and she slowly turned around. When her back was to him, he suddenly said, “stop.”

He felt his mouth fill with saliva as he gazed at her shapely arse in that G-string. His cock was throbbing, his heart was pounding, he could hardly breathe at this point.

He had to touch her. He pounced off the bed and held her from behind, his hands exploring all over the front of her. He breathed heavily onto her shoulder, and she could tell how turned on he was by it. She privately smiled to herself.

“Sexy. So very very sexy, Cait,” he uttered with a shaking breath. He bent down so could run his hands up her legs and feel the bare skin where her thigh-high stocking stopped. He reached further to stroke her inner thighs.

She quickly whipped around, grabbed the back of his neck, and crashed her lips onto his. He pulled her so tight against him, not being able to decide whether he wanted to grab her arse, legs, or bare back. His hands roamed all over those areas.

She kept one hand on the back of his neck but put the other on his waist and stepped sideways, then backwards, leading him to the bed. When she felt the bed on the back of her knees, she fell backwards onto the sex blanket on the bed and pulled him on top of her. She wanted him just as bad. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her further onto the bed, then she wrapped his legs around him and continued to ravage his mouth with intermittent panting and moaning into his mouth. He peeled himself off her, then stood up off the bed. He took one of her stilettoed feet, slipped the heel off slowly, then did the same with the other. He then kissed up her legs until he reached the top of each stocking. He fiddled with the suspenders until he figured out how they came off, then bit down and peeled both stockings off with his teeth. He licked and kissed back up her legs and her inner thighs. The tip of his nose nudged her area through her G-string. He also dug his teeth into the top of it and slid it down. She lifted her arse up to assist him. He pulled it off her legs, made his way back up her body and came to the garter belt. She arched her back so he could get his hands underneath and undo it. He chucked it over his shoulder, bent down and placed one longing kiss over her clit, then nipped at her hip bones. He placed hot kisses, with a stroking tongue, up her belly and between her ribcage, painfully slow. When he came to her bra, his tongue traced the uncovered area of her boobs and he used one hand to squeeze. He reached underneath her again to unclasp the bra, then he flung it across the room. She was fully naked again before him. He bent over her, looking into her eyes, with a small smile. This one was full of adoration, more than arousal. He bent his head down, licked his lips and kissed her softly, tenderly. Then he leant the rest of his body down, so they were completely skin to skin. The soft kiss continued, until she deepened it with longing, want. He began to grind against her, and she parted her legs, giving him more access. She could feel the tip of him poking her opening, then spread her legs even further and moved her pelvis upwards. She moaned into this mouth, pleading.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, staring into her eyes, “are you–,”

“Yes,” she cut him off, breathily. Yes, she was ready. So ready.

“Protection? I was tested after my last girlfriend, years ago. I’m clean,” Sam confessed.

Cait nodded, “me too, about three years ago. I haven’t been with anyone since. And…I have an IUD, so no need for protection,” Cait smirked and caressed the tip of her nose against his.

He nodded; a sweet smile spreading along his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he moved his pelvis slightly back, then brought it forward again, finding her entrance and pushing gently, inching his way in, bit by bit. The sheer size of him was overwhelming, and she hadn’t had sex in quite a long time. She slightly grimaced, feeling herself stretching to accommodate him in her.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” he paused with concern.

“No, no don’t stop,” she shook her head and clenched his shoulder.

She brought her face up to his and her lips met his, she held the sides of his face. Sam brought one of her legs up and held it on his waist, the other hand holding her shoulder. As the passion in their kiss increased, Sam gently thrusted out a little and back in a little, and Cait moved with him. After the initial and slightly uncomfortable stretching feeling had passed, Cait was able to concentrate on how he felt as he filled her, rubbing her walls higher and higher. Cait bit his bottom lip, and with one last thrust in, he was fully in her. It caused her to gasp, as she felt all of him inside her.

“Are you okay?” he panted and placed a peck in between her eyes.

She breathed out, chest heaving, then smiled, “yes,” she reached up for his mouth again and rocked her hips, encouraging him to continue.

It took them a little while to figure out a rhythm, but they eventually learnt how to move together. Every time Sam went all the way in, Cait got a strong sensation that travelled through her pelvis and belly. It was intense, it made her quiver, she clenched her walls around him. He clawed and gripped at her body, throaty moans escaping against her mouth, every time he felt her clench him tightly.

Sam changed up his rhythm periodically. He would go faster at times, and them would slow down and go all the way and all the way back in. The intense feeling was increasing in pleasure. She felt as though she was buzzing. She didn’t realise she was doing it, but she gripped his back so hard that she was actually clawing and scratching him. As she moved with him, Sam noticed she was pushing pelvis harder into his. Then the noises started. He had heard her make many moans, squeals, choked screams, but these noises. They sounded almost as though she was in pain, like she was sobbing. Sam broke their kiss to look at her, making sure she was okay. Her mouth was open, her eyes were closed, and she looked blissfully relaxed. Her mouth flicked up at the sides into a little smile at times. Knowing that what he was doing was working, he experimented with speed and movement. He thrusted in circular motions, both slow and fast, to test her reaction. She was the loudest when he went all the way out and back in, in one quick motion. Sam tried something else, he thrusted all the way in and held himself there. He grinded against her with the head of his cock and felt her tense, and her eyes popped open. She inhaled a gasp and let it out in a moaning whimper. Again, Sam had to check her face. Reassured, he turned his attention to her neck, doing exactly what he knew she liked, licking up each side, kissing up the middle, rubbing his stubbly chin all the way underneath her ear. Her nails dug into his back harder and she was panting very fast. He could tell she was right on the edge, and with her walls clenching hard around him, he wasn’t far off either. He swirled his tongue around the left side of her neck and kept up the speed of his cock, going all the way out and slamming back in. Her loud panting was met with choked squeals that sounded like they were going to erupt into a scream at any minute. He took her mouth again and freely let out a low groan into her mouth. Her noises and the way she felt were bringing him to the point of breaking at any minute. With a quick and sudden movement, Cait wrapped her legs tight around Sam’s waist and let herself completely go as the mind-blowing orgasm washed over and shocked her whole body, causing her to spasm and jolt. She screamed, moaned, squealed, and whimpered altogether. Hearing her fall apart beneath him, it was all he needed to follow close after. With a string of heavy breathing, low grunts and groans in her ear, Sam spilled into her, pulsating with each spurt. Afterwards, he relaxed on top of her body until his breathing became even again.

After ten minutes of catching their breath, Sam pushed himself up to look at Cait.

Her mouth turned up in a satisfied, adoring smile. An adoring smile that he immediately reciprocated. It was the mutual realisation that what had just happened was not only something they had wanted for so long, but something that had created a bond and connection between them so strong, they knew it wasn’t about to be easily broken. For anything, or anyone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33179176/chapters/82826098

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grailfinders · 4 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #187

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making Yagyu Tajima-no-Kami Munenori, living proof that you can prevent spoilers by spoiling other things. Anyways, he’s an Inquisitive Rogue to defeat his foes with facts and logic, as well as a Samurai Fighter to defeat his foes with a goddamn sword because he’s in the saber class.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: Domo Arigatou, Kaa-san Roboto

Race and Background

Yagyu beef is still a Human, but he’s a Variant Human for the extra skills. This gives him +1 Wisdom and Dexterity, as well as proficiency with Investigation to put that big brain to work. That’s not enough skills though, so grab the Skill Expert feat for another +1 to Dexterity, as well as proficiency with Animal Handling for your riding skill and doubled proficiency with Perception. I know we didn’t get regular proficiency yet, but it’s happening at level one so it’s fine.

Yagyu might have been as rich as a noble, but that doesn’t mean he was one. We’ve been using Mercenary Veterans for swordsmen for a while now, and I see no reason to stop now. This background gives him proficiency with Athletics and Persuasion.

Ability Scores

First up make your Wisdom as high as possible. Yagyu’s a clever boy, and wisdom-based skills are the more applicable part of that equation for you. Secondly, your Dexterity has to be good- Yagyu is a master swordsman, and he’s not exactly swinging a greatsword around. His Intelligence is also pretty solid, but it’s just lower since it’s not quite as directly helpful for the build. Yagyu’s Constitution isn’t half bad, he’s got to be tough to survive feudal Japan. That means his Charisma is pretty low- he’s scary, but not much else. That means we’re dumping Strength. He’s an old man, and we don’t really need it for the build.

Class Levels

Rogue 1: Starting off as a rogue nets us a couple extra skills, more than we’d get from multiclassing in later. Rogues start off with proficiency in Dexterity and Intelligence saves, as well as four rogue skills, like Deception, Insight, Intimidation, and that Perception we mentioned back in the Skill Expert feat. Told you not to worry about that.

They also get Expertise in two skills for double their proficiency bonus. Double down on Insight for more logic and Intimidation to put that logic to good use scaring the crap out of people. You also get a Sneak Attack once per turn, dealing 1d6 extra damage as long as you are using a finesse or ranged weapon and either A) have an ally next to your target or B) have advantage on that attack. It’s complicated, but we’ll make it real simple soon enough.

Oh yeah, you also get Thieves’ Cant. It’s a language.

Fighter 1: Okay, the underhanded stuff is done for a while. Bouncing over to fighter gives you the Dueling, adding 2 to damage rolls with a one-handed weapon, like a short-sword, which you can now wield since you’re proficient with martial weapons. You also get a Second Wind each short rest that will heal you as a bonus action. Taking a break when you need one is smart. You’re smart, so you take breaks when you need one. That’s the transitive property.

Fighter 2: Second level fighters can use all that break-taking to push themselves once per short rest, making an Action Surge to take two actions in a single turn. Fighting your hardest can also be the smart thing to do sometimes.

Fighter 3: Third level fighters get their martial archetype, and as a Samurai you learn to unleash your Fighting Spirit, spending your bonus action to gain some temporary HP as well as advantage on all your attacks for the turn. You can do this three times per long rest.

You also get History proficiency. It’s almost cheating given that you’re a historical figure, but hey, we had to get another proficiency here.

Fighter 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Dexterity. Your sword uses dex, your armor uses dex, it’s just a really good ability to improve upon.

Rogue 2: Going back to rogue lets you stuff even more into a single turn thanks to your Cunning Action, letting you dash, disengage, or hide as a bonus action. I’m not saying you’re faster than a monk now, but you could definitely keep up with one for a bit.

Rogue 3: Third level rogues get 2d6 in their sneak attack, and they get their roguish archetype. as an Inquisitive, you gain an Ear for Deceit, so your insight checks to determine lies always get die rolls of at least an 8. You also have an Eye for Detail now, letting you spot hidden creatures with perception or find clues with investigation as a bonus action. You’re really getting a lot out of those things, huh?

Continuing the bonus action train, you can use Insightful Fighting as a bonus action, forcing a contested insight check against a creature’s deception. If you win, you can use sneak attacks against that creature for up to a minute without needing advantage or a nearby ally. Your fighting spirit has limits, but you can use this one as many times as you need- just keep in mind you can only target one creature at a time.

Rogue 4: We’ve got more feats we want, so use this ASI to become a Defensive Duelist. Use your reaction to add your proficiency bonus to your AC for one melee attack, potentially avoiding the attack entirely. You need to be holding a finesse weapon, but somehow I don’t think that’ll be an issue for you.

Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters finally get their Extra Attack, letting you attack twice per action. You can still only use your sneak attack once per turn, but now missing once isn’t the end of the world!

Fighter 6: You get another ASI now, so lets grab Keen Mind to show off how clever you really are. Your Intelligence bumps up by 1, and you’re really good at keeping track of yourself in time and space thanks to knowing which way north is and the number of hours left until sunrise or sunset. Most importantly, you have a photographic memory of the last month.

Fighter 7: Seventh level samurai are Elegant Courtiers, giving you proficiency with Wisdom saves to prevent your emotions from getting the better of you. You can also add your wisdom modifier to persuasion checks now. I’d prefer that to be intimidation, but if you can’t talk your DM into that it’s not the end of the world.

Rogue 5: Fifth level rogues get an Uncanny Dodge, using your reaction to halve damage from one attack. Defensive Duelist would reduce the damage more, but even enemies score natural 20s sometimes. Also, your sneak attack grows to 3d6. It’s been a while, just wanted to make sure you remember that.

Rogue 6: At sixth level you get another round of Expertise; double down on Investigation to be a clever boy and History to prevent your party from repeating it.

Rogue 7: Seventh level rogues can deal more damage with 4d6 sneak attack, and they can avoid consequences of using that damage thanks to Evasion. If you fail a dex save you only take half damage. If you succeed, you take 0.

Rogue 8: Use this ASI to max out your Dexterity, giving you the most accurate and deadly swordplay available to mere mortals. It also makes your AC good as a side effect.

Rogue 9: Ninth level inquisitives gain a Steady Eye, giving you advantage on perception and investigation checks as long as you move at half speed that turn. It’s not quite Reliable Talent, but it’s still pretty useful. This also means your sneak attack grows to its final size, 5d6.

Fighter 8: Use your final ASI to bump up your Wisdom for better Insightful Fighting, Wisdom saves, and perception checks.

Fighter 9: Ninth level fighters are Indomitable, letting you re-roll a failed save once per long rest. Even when you fail a wisdom save you succeed it, that’s how solid your mind is.

Fighter 10: Tenth level samurai get a Tireless Spirit, so if you start a fight without any Fighting Spirit, you get one back for free. Also, your fighting spirit gets a bit better, giving you 10 temporary HP when you pop one.

Fighter 11: Your capstone level is simple, but effective. Another Extra Attack lets you attack thrice per turn, up to six times with action surge.

Pros:

With a maxed out attack stat and plenty of attacks per turn, you can dish out pretty consistent damage, especially if you use your fighting spirit to fish for critical hits. 6d6 per turn without spending any resources is nothing to sniff at.

As befitting any rogue, you’re also very skilled out of combat, lending insight and knowledge to the party.

I know I’ve said this before, but it bears repeating- mixing a fighter’s health pool with a rogue’s damage reduction techniques makes for a very solid combo, especially when you throw Defensive Duelist in as well for an even higher AC and Fighting Spirit for extra health to chew through.

Cons:

You have great AC and some extra health in reserve, but that doesn’t change the fact that your HP is rather low for a front-line fighter. Your damage reduction makes up for it, but it’s something it has to make up for, you get me?

You’re too focused on your sword. It makes you really good with your sword, but not very flexible in combat. If you’re playing to character, you’ll have trouble with flying creatures and those that resist or ignore nonmagical attacks. (Assuming your DM doesn’t give you a magic weapon. Hopefully your DM’s nice enough to notice you’d be hosed without one, but for a guide like this it’s best to assume the DM gives you nothing.)

You need your bonus action to activate your fighting spirit, cunning action, eye for detail, and insightful fighting. Similarly, your reaction is split between opportunity attacks (which are super useful for rogues with their sneak attack), uncanny dodges, and defensive duelist uses. Basically, your main action is too simple, but everything else is really complicated for some reason, and you’ll have to sort all these options out for yourself.

Hey, nobody said being smart was easy.

#fgo #Fate Grand Order #D&D 5e #DND #Yagyu Munenori #fighter #rogue

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cozcat · 3 years ago

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opening lines meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!

Tagged by @lordeasriel, thank you my dear!

The world is already beginning to look less strange [redacted].

It’s a two week voyage to Cittàgazze.

Kirsten’s forgotten her toothbrush.

Kirsten has never seen Amy look so exhausted.

“He’s landed.” Ten minutes late.

The thing is, she never thought about kissing Kirsten, not until that moment.

Amy doesn’t quite realise what it is at first.

It is as the heat of summer begins to fade that Sabran Berethnet steps off a ship at the harbour of Zeedeur, her journey bound for Brygstad.

Mary does not remember her first time in a church – the church she was christened in, baptised in, began to become who she is in.

She wakes long before he does, the golden light of dawn bleeding through the curtains far more than she’d like.

Mary Malone, at twenty-eight, her first time in a country that neither raised her nor educated her.

The scholar would much prefer to be in the north, rather than rubbing shoulders in a London building dedicated to the place, with its ever-burning furnaces the antithesis of a north it exists to exalt.

Asriel loathes these parties - too many people that he doesn’t know and that he doesn’t need to, and too few people for him to make a hasty retreat.

She sends the child away, and is left in silence.

There were stories told of old Masters of Jordan, of men of knowledge and learning, of fame and fortune and infamy, of those whose deeds were praised, and of those whose only saving grace unto their bones was the sanctuary of the walls of Jordan’s crypts.

Lyra is an odd child, Marisa is finding – stubborn and argumentative, but wide-eyed and inquisitive, and far more obedient than she’d have expected a child raised by or near Asriel to be.

The looming threat of the apocalypse had been enough to distract her momentarily, to preoccupy her with impending disaster – the memories only truly come to haunt her in the silence after the gates of Hell have closed, the smoke from the flames within still dissipating into nothing.

It’s only been a few hours, she thinks, maybe a night.

They sit opposite each other at a slightly sticky table in a greasy little café, with cups of tea so strong and sweet that their spoons almost stand upright.

“I’ll drop you off, come back in a week, let you do some of your normal human things, laundry and working and visiting your grandparents, and I’ll be back before you know it.” The Doctor smiles, that beautiful, uninhibited smile, a smile that Yaz would do anything to see.

I think the only pattern here is that I am very fond of short opening lines, and I hate opening with dialogue (but I don’t write much dialogue anyway).

My favourite is probably the sixteenth, because I’m fond of the full first paragraph: Lyra is an odd child, Marisa is finding – stubborn and argumentative, but wide-eyed and inquisitive, and far more obedient than she’d have expected a child raised by or near Asriel to be. That is to say, she follows directions occasionally, and on those occasions, sometimes without complaint.

And my AO3 can be found here because I am nothing if not an aggressive self promoer.

Tagging: @little-tayy, @madamoiselledewinter, @gabolange, @sapphoshands, @birgittesilverbae, @need-not if you so desire!

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Prompt 7 with Phinabella 😋

7. “Person A being lovingly annoying so Person B pays attention to them.”

20 Displays of Affection Prompts

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“Hey, Phineas!”

Phineas heard the gate creak behind him and couldn’t suppress the small grin that appeared on his face.

“Whatcha doin?”

He resisted the urge to look up from the desk he’d set up under the tree.

(Sure, it was a little chilly out, but he found he worked best outside...and he’d missed working in the backyard during the semester).

“Hey, Isabella!” he called out. “Just some homework.”

“Homework?” Isabella sounded perplexed. “It’s winter break, what kind of homework do you even have?”

Phineas heard her step a bit closer.

“Oh yikes...that looks pretty complicated…”

Phineas grimaced. Complicated was right.

“Hey, are you alright?” Isabella asked gently. “Do you want to talk it out with me? Maybe that would help.”

That offer was tempting...but Phineas didn’t want to drag Isabella into this.

“Hold on just a sec, Isabella. I’m fine.”

It wasn’t as if he WANTED to devote all his attention to the assignment in front of him instead of his girlfriend.

He’d practically had to wrestle with the Pavlovian instinct to whirl around and launch into a full spiel about the intricacies of engineering as soon as Isabella asked about it (...since he’d been doing that for practically his entire life).

But he had to focus. Not get distracted. Because the equations he was pondering would eventually evolve into a project worth 35% of his grade next semester and it had to be PERFECT, and he was finally getting into the groove of focusing.

...ok, perhaps he wasn’t quite “in a groove” just yet. To be honest, he was beginning to get frustrated with it all. The equations weren’t quite adding up, and he’d been sitting here for nearly an hour writing out idea after idea, but nothing felt right…. If Ferb had been home, Phineas would’ve asked him for help, but he wouldn’t be arriving back from England for a few more days.

“Phineas.”

Isabella’s tone was less gentle now, more authoritative.

“I’m sorry, Isabella, I really have to focus on this, just give me a minute. You don’t want to have to hear about it.”

“Hey, Phineas.”

Isabella’s voice got even closer. And then she was standing right behind him and leaning against his chair.

Phineas took a deep breath and squinted at the papers in front of him. He was determined to remain on task...no matter how adorably persistent his girlfriend was.

“Phineas, I need to tell you something.”

Now Isabella was playing with his hair, methodically weaving it into miniature braids and gently curling it around her fingers.

Gooseflesh rose up and down Phineas’s arms.

…at this rate, he’d never be able to remain on task ever again.

“Can it wait?” he managed to ask. “I want to be able to give you my full attention but I REALLY need to focus on this.”

“It’s importaaaant…..” Isabella sang. She leaned forward, draping her arms around his neck (today she had on a sweater...it was soft) and snugly resting her head atop his. “It can’t wait.”

“...are you SURE?”

Isabella hugged him a little tighter.

“VERY sure.”

The certainty in Isabella’s tone and warmth of her arms around him reminded Phineas why he was working on this assignment in the first place. He’d chosen to go to college to attain an engineering degree, sure...but he’d chosen to go to Tri State State to spend time with her.

….perhaps the assignment could wait a bit.

Phineas smiled and turned his head around, finally gaining sight of Isabella.

“Alright, alright. You win!” he chuckled. “What is it, Isabella?”

Isabella gazed down at him for a moment with a gentle smile before kissing his cheek and brightly exclaiming, “I love you!”

Phineas’s heart leapt, a lopsided grin unfurling across his face.

(Though he and Isabella had been dating for practically half a year, he still got butterflies in his stomach every time she professed her love to him.)

Her next words, however, sent him back to reality.

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone now so you can focus!” Isabella patted his shoulder before leaning back and heading away. “You can text me whenever you’d like to hang out.”

Phineas blinked as Isabella walked away.

After all that, she was just going to leave??

“Hey, wait a minute!” Phineas stood and turned around, just before Isabella could open the gate. “You can’t just leave!”

“Huh?” Isabella faced him, head tilted inquisitively. “But...I thought you needed to focus. You don’t actually have to tell me about your assignment, I was just trying to get your attention for a sec because it looked like you needed cheering up, that’s all. We can talk about it later.”

“I’ve focused on my assignment long enough,” Phineas replied with a smile, crossing the yard and coming to a stop at her side. “I’d rather focus on something else now.”

He took her hand in his.

“Oh?” Isabella raised an eyebrow at him and giggled. “And what might that be?”

Phineas leaned a bit closer and gingerly tilted her chin up with his free hand. “You.”

Isabella gasped when Phineas’s lips found hers (which was understandable, considering she’d spent the majority of her life--save for the past handful of months, of course--thinking he might never return her feelings at all). But the shock quickly melted away, as it always did, and gave way to joy, bright and exuberant and free, as she wrapped her arms around his middle and kissed him back.

If only the Isabella who used to enter this backyard everyday with the hopes of gaining an oblivious Phineas’s affections could see them now…

When Phineas pulled away, he smiled at her and whispered, “....thanks for giving me something else to focus on…”

Isabella couldn’t help but sigh dreamily at that. “...anytime, Phineas.”

She glanced over his shoulder and the assignment still sprawled out on his desk. “Do you want to talk through your assignment with me now? I really think that would help you.”

“Are you sure you want to hear about it?” Phineas asked hesitantly. “It’s pretty complicated stuff...sort of dense.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You shouldn’t have to spend your winter break listening to me ramble about equations.”

“Phineas, I just like spending time with you!” Isabella assured him. “If that means talking about equations, I’m all for it!!!”

She chuckled and squeezed his hand. “And, besides, I’m not exactly a novice at math. Let me help you.”

“Alriiiight.” Phineas drew her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But if you get bored, you have to let me know so I can kiss you again.”

Isabella giggled. “Will do.”

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Thanks for reading! And thank you sO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST, @simplynewyorkbound, I had SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!!!! They are in love and love supporting each other 🥺🥰

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loadet851 · 4 years ago

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One of the things I love most in a RPG (Role-Playing Game) is the possibility of creating my own character with tons of different options and add-ons. I made a research yesterday and found some interesting PC Games I already knew about, adding them to the titles I have or plan to get with the best Character Customization. I’m going to list them here for you guys also attaching a few videos so that you can see directly how they work and what kind of possibilities they offer.

It’s the main reason I enjoy games like Skyrim and Fallout. But there seem to be so few good (single player) games with decent character creation - and not just picking from a few presets. The character creation in Dragon Age: inquisition was amazing (although I struggled to enjoy the game) as well as Saints Row (which I really enjoyed). Addicting Offline Co-op Games For PC You’ll Want To Play. Dennis Patrick / Features / Best Co-op PC Games, Co-op, Cooperative. Sonic the Hedgehog is a staple video game character. Best MMORPG with Character Creation. Final Fantasy 14 has one of the most complex and sophisticated character editors. In this game, you can change the smallest details using different sliders, pick a unique voice, or add unique tattoos, accessories and facial paint. What Are Best RPGs With Character Creation? Role-playing games let us live out some of our greatest fantasies like slaying dragons, saving the world and owning a house. Whether your main character is dead, alive, or somewhere in between, these games will let you adjust your appearance and abilities to however you see fit. I've always loved games that give you the option to create your character before you start in the world. I enjoy the game even more when it has role playing or social aspects added to it, allowing you interact with NPCs, or other players if the game has a multiplayer feature. Just character creation would interest me enough to check any game out.

Follow me under the cut if you’re curious!

I’ve been introduced to this type of creation with a game I still keep in my heart and consider one of the best of all times; The Sims 2. Seriously, I’ve created so many 3D characters that if I could win an award I’d have 200 on my shelf by now.

With that said, here you are my personal list of PC games with their awesome customization in no particular order:

I tried this game myself (the free beta that is) a few times in the past and I swear the CC included in it is currently one of my favorite. Without the complete pack I probably didn’t have a lot of additional options available in terms of clothes, makeup and hair, but what truly mesmerized me at the time was the shaping tool, not yet common in games when they released EVE. You can grab and drag different parts of the head and body, modeling unique characters every time.

2. Black Desert Online

This game has been released recently with two different packages and it seems to be quite a popular MMORPG (Massive(ly) Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game) in Russia and Korea. I’m not surprised considering the quality this game seems to have and its customization is clearly no less. Just like EVE Online, Black Desert offers a good sculpt instrument to shape faces and bodies as much as you like, plus a beautiful variety of colors and combinations.

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3. Blade&Soul

This is another Asian MMORPG with the classical ‘Anime’ style, you cannot freely reshape the character’s structure, only pick one of the available presets and play around with the sliders to modify the whole body. Andy mckinney molly hatchet. Still, I honestly like the bright colors, the races/classes and the fact that you can actually recreate other existing characters using additional content (just like this guy did with Cloud from Final Fantasy VII).

4. BLESS Online

Yes, another Asian online title. Hey, it’s not my fault if they look so pretty! Bless is quite recent and not yet released in its final stage, but judging by how the CC works you have as much freedom as in EVE or Black Desert and the same unmistakable Fantasy touch.

5. The Sims 4

Didn’t I mention The Sims 2? Well, looks like the latest title in the series has improved quite a lot in this area. The shaping/sculpting method is here as well, considering that we finally have more possibilities I certainly won’t complain!

Note: In this video I can see the woman has a few mods installed. If you decide to get this game (or even the previous chapters) I definitely suggest you to do the same if you don’t like the default character design.

6. Fallout 4

Another recent (and quite famous) game. Apparently you can only work on the face here, but once again we see the sculpt tool in action. Even if the hair options are a bit limited you can still customize your character and create unique features playing around with your cursor.

7. Dragon Age: Inquisition

Who knows me is well aware of the fact that I am completely OBSESSED with this game, thus I couldn’t really leave it out. The hair options are definitely questionable and just like in Fallout 4 you do not have any body morph nor slider to alter, but as you can see from this video example you are still able to personalize your Inquisitor in a good way, also using real people or other characters as reference. To be honest I like some of the default presets too, if you don’t like spending two hours working on a face (I do that all the time, but I am a basket case so please ignore my madness :P), you can pick those and get a good result nonetheless.

And don’t forget about mods! 😉

8. Skyrim (The Elder Scrolls V)

This one has been around for a very long time and it remains probably the top 1 Fantasy game out there. If you’re not into mods at all and want to keep your game vanilla be sure that the overall quality is not as improved as the current generation, you can see that from the low-res hair and general textures. The reason why I’m including this CC in the list anyway is because even if old, Skyrim looks quite good compared to other games where you only get 3/4 slider options.

9. APB Reloaded

The last game I’d like to mention (and I literally just discovered it) is this not so new title which has a kick-ass Character Creator. Not only it shows some quality graphics there, but the level of customization is unbelievable! You can make hair shorter, beards longer, create beautiful tattoos (and place or rotate them wherever you want!), add patterns to clothes and even get your personal car! 😀

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There are of course many other games with a Character Creator, but they all seem pretty similar or not good enough to be mentioned in my list.

What do you think about these? Let me know with a comment if you like!

Those late-night multiplayer sessions can be really fun sometimes. Surely, everything is better with friends, they say and you’ll agree with that at some point. However, after a long day of work and studying, I like to relax with offline games. Sometimes, it’s satisfying to let yourself indulge in a great single-player story and forget about any problems bothering you. So, if you are like me, then welcome to the club! Below is my list of 20 best offline games for PC and I hope you’ll enjoy them.

1. The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt

W2k16 pc download. Well, you’ve guessed it! The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt takes first place on the list with its epic setting, characters, gameplay, and those breathtaking visuals! It’s a compelling game that will offer you more than a hundred hours of non-filler gameplay, and there’s always something to explore. The game looks amazing, and the combat system is great. This open-world title is everything you need on your free days! Combine that with the great RPG elements and fun dialogues with NPCs, and you got yourself a pretty good offline game! Go and play it now, it’s a must-play.

2. Wolfenstein 2: The New Colossus

Wolfenstein series has been once again revived with Wolfenstein 2: The New Colossus. The positive reviews flashed all around the globe, and this game quickly became one of the best shooting games of 2017. B.J Blazkowicz is such a badass protagonist and the characters surrounding the game are interesting. You’ll quickly start to care about each and every one of them, making this game a worthy offline title. Bethesda said that they won’t be focusing on multiplayer, so they can bring an immersive single-player experience. Well, you nailed it, Bethesda; great job!

3. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Bethesda is one of my favorite companies when it comes to gaming, at least they were a few years back. A few years back, this masterpiece called The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim was released and it took the Earth by storm! This offline open-world title offers hundreds of hours of exploration and you’ll probably never get bored of it! The combat system might be dated, but it’s damn fun to play and explore every corner of the game. After six years since its release, I’m still eager to give Skyrim another go. It’s that great!

4. Fallout 4

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Fallout 4 is one of those top offline games that you either like or dislike. It’s a great single-player experience, as you explore a huge world of fictional city Commonwealth. I mean, the story here is scattered here and there, and our protagonist is in search of his abducted son. However, the game often steers away from that and let you have some freedom and exploration. It’s a fantastic reboot of the series, and it’s surely the best game in the franchise. If you are up for that Stalker-ish feeling, then give this a try!

5. Hitman (2016)

Hitman isn’t a strictly offline game, but I included it because it has a great single-player campaign. While the previous entry in the series Hitman: Absolution relied more on linear, claustrophobic, and confined experience, Hitman (2016) went in a different direction. Here, you’ll experience a vast, open-world with lots of stuff to do. The levels are not that numerous, but they are as big as hell! You can complete your missions in various ways and earn certain rewards and points for doing so. Hitman is a challenging stealth experience, but once Agent 47crawls under your skin, there’s no going back!

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6. Nioh

Nioh is a less-known offline game released this year, and I feel like this game is very underrated. It’s a child of Dark Souls and Bloodborne series, which can tell you much about this game. It has a single, crushing, and unforgiving difficulty that will leave you begging for mercy. It’s hard, and you’ll need some blazing fast reflexes and huge gaming skills to finish it. There are more than twenty bosses in the game, and every single boss will kick your ass! Don’t expect to finish this game in a few days; you’ll need weeks to finish it and it will be painfully slow as the bosses shame you every little time… you helpless gamer!

7. Nier: Automata

Another underrated game – Nier: Automata. How could the gaming community overlook this game? Are you blind, or what? This game offers thirty hours of a pure, refined, and amazing experience! It’s a hack-and-slash title that mergers several genres with it. The open world in this game is huge, and the post-apocalyptic environment looks depressing and feels like a void. Nier also introduces RPG elements so you can now level yourself up, upgrade weapons, buy stuff, etc. On top of that, there are some 2D sections that feel like a great platformer, and that’ very unique! Nier: Automata is better than most AAA titles and costs double the less of that price, which is one more reason to get it.

8. Dark Souls 3

Dark Souls series got a fantastic reboot with Dark Souls 3. Just if it wasn’t enough for the previous games in the series, and now we got this punishing game. What can I say? Prepare to die a LOT in this game, as it’s created to kill you. I’m not joking, the whole game is against you, and you can’t do anything about that except fight like a lunatic. Even when you die, the enemies around you respawn and you must fight again and again, which is really frustrating. However, if you have the balls to play it, and manage to finish it, then you deserve a medal, Sir!

9. Bioshock Infinite

Bioshock Infinite is the newest installment in the Bioshock series. This cheap game can give you a huge value for your buck, especially when the Holidays come. I mean, for just a couple of bucks, you can get a fantastic FPS game, which campaign isn’t short and definitely isn’t boring! Bioshock Infinite continues its tradition with great shooting mechanics, various powerups, and that fast-paced shooting in a beautiful environment of the game. Get ready to cause mayhem!

10. Alien: Isolation

Alien: Isolation is that PC offline game that will haunt your dreams every time you try to sleep. It’s a horror game in which you try to stay in one piece and escape that damn space station called Sevastopol. Sounds similar? Well, that’s because the game is based on Alien (1979) movie, which was a very disturbing experience at the time. It’s an intense game that makes your palms sweat and your heart beating so fast that you’ll think it’s gonna come out of your chest! Try this horror if you dare, and watch yourself getting swallowed by the Alien, in a single bite!

11. Far Cry Primal

Elephants are cool, but mammoths are so badass! In Far Cry Primal, you can hunt mammoths and even ride them when you get to higher levels! How cool are you from zero to riding a mammoth? This beautiful-looking game is set 10,000 years BC and no, you aren’t going to shoot guns, but bash the hell out of your enemies. The arsenal of weapons might not be that huge, but the combat is great and requires more thinking, as the enemies are sometimes overwhelming and can easily kill you. If you have the luck to tame a sabertooth tiger, you may survive in this harsh world!

12. Resident Evil 7: Biohazard

There is something special about that claustrophobic feeling, especially when it comes to horror games that you can play without internet. That sense of dread and despair when you don’t have much space to move is priceless. Don’t think of me as a psycho, but I LOVE the horror genre! RE7: Biohazard is a game that caught my attention as soon as it was released. This bad boy will provide you with a horrific experience that will leave you scared to death! As the game plays from the first-person perspective, it’s much easier to get yourself immersed, but also scared.

13. Outlast 2

Outlast 2 is yet another offline horror experience, where the developers decided to leave your powerless. There aren’t weapons for you to use, and surely no means to defend yourself. So, what are you left with? Well, a camera and a journal should do the trick! The game does a damn fine job of melding the horror and the dread with stealth and great storytelling. In the end, you may feel a little let down by the ending, but I know you’ll enjoy it until the very end.

14. Dead Space 3

Cat et 2015a factory password generator. While the past games in the series focused more on that horror experience, Dead Space 3 is more of an action-horror game. Sure, there are Necromorphs and they are vicious and all, but the action part is more prominent. Needless to say that Dead Space 3 is an amazing game and I’m very sad that Visceral Games is closed by EA in October. This survival horror game is hugely underrated, but it’s awesome and I recommend you to play it. It’s just a couple of bucks for this experience, don’t be a niggard!

15. Portal 2

There’s something awesome when it comes to Source Engine. The games made with this engine looks amazing, yet they run smoothly. How did Valve manage to do that? Well, as I am not a game developer, don’t ask me! But ask me about Portal 2, which is Valve’s magnum opus, and a compelling puzzle game. The whole point of the game is to use a Portal gun in order to create portals and pass through them. However, the game isn’t that simple and requires some brain skill to finish it. Grab your Portal Gun, and let’s go on a venture!

16. Limbo

This 2D game is straight-up terrifying, dark, and misanthropic from the start to finish! In Limbo, you are a little boy that needs to survive this colorless world of the game as he overcomes various obstacles and escape scary monsters. I like the game’s artwork and the atmosphere is simply top-notch here if you like the dark ambient in the games. It’s a must-play for every offline Indie games lover!

17. S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Call of Pripyat

Speaking of the atmosphere, very few great offline games can replicate the atmosphere as it is in S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Call of Pripyat. That post-apocalyptic atmosphere of Pripyat looks great, and the game isn’t colorful, which is the whole point. Everything has that grey-ish tint, as this town suffered greatly when the Nuclear Powerplant in that area exploded. It’s based on a real-life event that occurred around 1989, which gives the game a certain weight and meaning.

18. Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain

With MGSV: The Phantom Pain, Hideo Kojima proved that he still has what it takes to create such immersive PC games without internet. This stealth game is challenging and full of stuff to do, due to its open-world nature. The characters are badass and the game feels somewhat dark, with a very serious tone. Oh, and not to forget that plot twist at the end that’s worth those thirty hours I’ve spent on this game!

19. SOMA

Horror fans will be pleased that I mentioned another horror title here. SOMA is an absolutely spooky and nerve-wracking experience! It creates that atmosphere that’s very unique, and with the story being told in the shape of various documents scattered through the game, it’s even more badass! You are all alone here and you’ll fight for your life, only to find out that you aren’t actually alive! A truly wonderful offline game for Windows.

20. Superhot

Superhot is a cartoonish-looking offline game that revolves around time. To make it simple, the time in the game moves when you move, so if you are standing still, nothing will happen. Vice Versa, if you are moving and shooting, then the enemies will do the same. It’s a lot of fun, but a lot of challenges too. I played it with some of my favorite death metal albums, just to ensure that I’m hardcore enough to beat it!

As we are approaching near the end of our journey through the offline PC games, I’m here to ask you a question. What is your favorite offline game for PC? I tried my best to count some of my favorite offline games, and although I’m maybe going to start a war for not including some of the games, I stand behind my words. Oh, and why don’t you tell me what game did I miss? Do you have any favorites besides these 20 games? Please, let me know, and don’t forget to do some gaming today!

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villainanders · 4 years ago

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ok so i started playing dragon age for the first time and i started with da2 (which i adore?? so much...) and then went on to play inquisition and... i really like the story and wanna know where it goes but i detest all these bazillion sidequests one has to do to gain power? i literally stopped after 20 hours because i was getting frustrated and now i'm playing origins and in love and idk i felt the need to share because your playthrough inspired me to pick those games up!! (i also agree that dai companions don't hit quite the same way but i am in love with all my advisors)

Omg I feel you on the sidequest thing sm tho weirdly in a different directio. I have no problem hitting the power level bc I'm such a completionist I always want to do all the sidequests before I move on to the main part on the plot but there's so much content in DAI that would be insane to do.. which is why ive logged like. an insane number of hours into the game already and am still jsut barely chugging along at a snail's pace haha. so it's very stressful for my insane little brain lmao I'm not sure which sidequests to focus on before actually doing like, plot stuff! i think maybe the key is to do the main quest for each region you scout and then the companion quests (tho some of those are really just like, boring fetch quests) and that probably gives you enough power to move along?

#ty for sharing im glad i inspired you to play the games!! lmk what you think of origins as you play it!

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calliope-love-corner · 4 years ago

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Insomnia

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"Up late again, are we?"

I nearly jump out of my skin at the sudden unexpected voice. Never a dull day in this house.

"CHRIST, Annabelle, you have GOT to stop doing that!" I scold the silhouette against my dark bedroom window, clutching my blankets in tight balled fists, heart pounding. I'd bolted upright from where I'd been comfortably laying down in my bed, a position I had held for the past several hours. I held my phone close to my chest, where it had once hung loosely in my hands, bright screen angled down to my face. Annabelle gave a low, amused chuckle, and folded her arms, leaning on the windowsil.

"Mm. Don't you have an early shift tomorrow?" She asked coyly, ignoring my protests. My heart finally steadying itself, I rub my eyes, trying to adjust them to the dark of my bedroom. She was right- I had to go in at 8 tomorrow- or today, rather, as it was already just past 2am.

"Don't YOU have something to do other than sneak into my room at night!?" I huff, only really half annoyed at her. This wasn't the first time she seemed to pop up out of nowhere. "Seriously, how did you even get IN here?"

I saw her dark outline shrug. "Oh, you know. Dark apartment, bright screen, quiet footsteps. I can just slip right in, and most of the time, you're too preoccupied to notice."

Fair enough. How she got into my apartment in the first place I suppose ill never know, but I guess a girl's gotta have her secrets. I sigh.

"Whatever. Just. Keep the spiders out of here right now."

"Awe, why?" She prods, adding just enough whine to her tone to make her seem a little bit genuinely disappointed. I know her better than that, though, and she knows that she can't play me that easy. She probably already is playing me, though, in some roundabout way. There was something about the web- their girls always knew how to play the long game, and I was always just along for the ride.

"You don't even know they're there! Too dark to see, and ignorance is bliss, is it not?"

I nervously look around in the darkness, trying to scout any sign of hairy legs or scuttling movement. "I think it's the not knowing that's the worst part, honestly."

"If you insist. Fine, I'll leave your room spider-free. For now."

I could almost hear her wink. I let myself relax a little- as much as one can around someone notorious for their manipulation skills. She'd ways been kind to me, though, and even if at the beginning id been extra-cautious about sniffing out ulterior motives, her presence had become sort of a routine for me. I'd let my guard down. I was playing a dangerous game, and I knew that, and part of me was just waiting for the day she decided she'd gotten what she needed from me and betrayed me. Until then, though, she was just too damn charming.

"Thanks. I guess." I purse my lips, well aware that not setting a horde of spiders loose in someone's bedroom was the bare minimum requirement for politeness. Annabelle laughed again.

"You're funny. So, what's keeping you up, then?" She moves to sit down at the edge of my bed, tucking her retro skirt under her legs as she set her slender form on the mattress. Her weight was barely enough to shift the bed at all. I scoot away, either to give her room to sit, or to put a little more space between her and I. I could not confidently tell you which one. I set my phone down on my pillow and crossed my legs.

"Dunno. Can't sleep, don't want to? Something like that." I tuck my legs up, resting my chin on my knees. "I guess I probably could, but I've been taking a lot of benadryl lately, and it'll make me lag in the morning."

"Oh, well, that's nothing one of your fancy energy drinks can't fix, no?"

"I guess not. I mean, ill be tired no matter what, and a monster will always get me going, but I sorta have to get out of bed in the first place to drink one."

"And that's the hardest part then, isn't it."

"Mm."

This is far too mundane for her to want to really talk about. I wonder why she's really here.

"Guess you have a choice to make, then. Wait 'till you get tired naturally, which could take ages, knowing you- or make yourself sleep and face the consequences in the morning."

I flop back down onto my mountain of pillows, and grumble. "I'm shit at decisions. No matter how simple."

Annabelle laughed again, sweet and genuine and low in her throat. I smile a little. "It's true. You can never make up your mind, can you? Always have to stop and think."

"Mm," I agree. "If you asked me who I would save if my mom and my best friend were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I think I'd just fucking throw myself off."

Another laugh from my visitor. I feel proud of myself for amusing her, a reminder of my place in nearly every friend group I've ever been in as 'the funny one' since as long as I can remember. It feels good to make people laugh.

"So hard on yourself today." She poses the thought in a way that's more fond and inquisitive than accusatory. "Why?"

I crack my knuckles one at a time absentmindedly. "Well, I'm still switching over my medication, so I've felt pretty weird all day. Spacey. More dissociative than usual."

"Oh?"

"Mm. Mirrors have been especially unkind to me today." I continue. "The caffeine probably didn't help either. It's been all spiraling thoughts and impulse ideas and such since I woke up, really."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. I was feeling fine last week though. Parents want me to wait until I'm all switched over before asking to go back on my 20-dose in the morning, but I think I've already decided that's what I wanna do."

I glance over at her sharp brown eyes, that look almost burgundy in just the right light. They're quite freaky, really. Now that my vision has adjusted to the dark, I see her intently looking down at me, as if hung on every word I say.

"Also," I start, realizing how long I've gone on for. "You are FAR too good at making me talk."

"Hah," she smiles. "Maybe consider: you just talk a lot?"

"True. Never been good at shutting up."

"Or maybe I just like listening! Who's to say?" She gives a coy shrug. I squint at her, the traces of a grin tugging at my lips.

"Who's to say." I repeat with a sort of finality, finding myself enamored with the moment. The moment of pause between her next speaking point seems to stretch on for hours before she finally makes the call to break the silence.

"You know," she starts, with that voice of hers that I could never seem to tune out. "I've not really minded our chats lately, really! You're very funny."

"First of all, I know," I accept the compliment. "Second of all, you minded before?"

I'm not exactly hurt by the revelation, per se, more surprised that she's even acknowledged a change in her out attitude out loud. If her attitude has changed at all. I'm not stupid- I know what the web does. I know I can never truly, wholly believe anything she says. But I can choose to try, if just for now.

"Sure," she shrugs. "Most of the time, when I talk to people- especially any of you assistants, good lord- it's busywork. Chores to do, to check off the list. But lately, I've found myself looking forward to our visits. Isn't that strange?"

Always turning things into a question for me to answer. Always trying to get something more out of me. Information, my thoughts. She needs to know how I feel. What I'm feeling now, how I felt earlier, how I'll feel later, how I feel about her. I'm a puzzle piece. I'm a pawn in a big, web-infested game of chess, but my heart still skips a beat when she tells me she actually sort of likes spending time with me, even if she is lying. She probably is.

I decide not to give her the satisfaction of telling her how I feel with this one.

"Personally, I think I'd look forward to them a lot more if you didn't scare the absolute shit out of me every fuckin' time."

She laughs again. "Oh, come on, now. I have to do something to keep in interesting, right? Have to keep you on your toes somehow. If you expect me, I become SIGNIFIFANTLY less scary."

That was true enough. I really didn't mind the occasional jumpscare, to be honest. It did keep things interesting as she said.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes in mock annoyance. She stands up, straightens out her skirt, and folds her arms neatly behind her back.

"Well, I suppose i should get going, then. Don't want to keep you up too long." She smiles.

"What, that's it for tonight? Where's the pizazz, the charm, that signature web flare?"

Annabelle chuckles. "Afraid so, darling. And you know very well that the web works more in subtlety than any other power." She strolls lazily over to the side of the bed. I watch her carefully with my hands folded behind my head.

"Wouldn't exactly call giant fucked up spiders all that subtle."

"Everyone's a critic, I suppose. But a literal fly on the wall seems a little too obvious, no?"

"Touche."

She huffs a final little laugh, and chances a carefully manicured hand to the side of my head, brushing a bit of hair off of my face. I hold completely and utterly still, biting down hard on my cheek. As she pulls away with an elegantly devious smile across her face, a few silver wisps of cobweb trail behind, woven messily into my curls at her touch. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, and annabelle rests her hands daintily in front of her.

"Don't get too comfortable, love. Lest you forget we feed on fear?"

I swallow hard, and cannot find a response in time. Annabelle has already started out the door.

"You really should sleep, you know. Big day tomorrow."

This snaps me out of my frozen state. "Wait, what?" I call after her, the sound of her heels clicking through my apartment getting fainter as she leaves. I just KNOW she's smiling like the devious bastard she is. "What's tomorrow?? It's just Wednesday???"

The door clicks open, and then shut. She's gone.

"You're a real cryptic bitch sometimes!" I yell after her in vain, rolling over onto my side. I bring a hand to my forehead and grasp at the loose tendrils of web, combing them out of my hair and flicking them aside. I close my eyes, and soon enough, I am fast asleep.

#trapped in my head🗯#fictional other #f/o #selfshipping #selfship #tma selfship #all part of the master plan 🕷💐🕸#a little bit of writing for my insomnia. it worked too!! im quite tired after writing this #thanks annabelle♡♡

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mystrade-reading-club · 5 years ago

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Service top Greg - fic recs request

The club’s next theme is Service Top!Greg. I made a list of all the Mystrade top!Greg fics I could find on AO3 but I am sure there are more that I missed, so your recommendations are greatly appreciated. (Also, I am not too clear on the difference between top and service top :))

Top!Greg list (as of 7 Jan 2020)

Top Greg Lestrade

1. Quite a Good Morning by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 562

Greg wakes up Mycroft in the best way

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/19965565)

2. Oh God! What am I doing? by MundaneTony, E, 649

Greg is Horny!

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17259254)

3. In the Backseat by janto321 (FaceofMer) , E, 655

Greg and Mycroft don't want to wait until they get home.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/15853770)

4. The General's Conquest by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 665

It's what's waiting in Rome that's Greg's greatest conquest.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17963009) Part 1 of When in Rome

5. Missed You Too by janto321 (FaceofMer), E 681

Greg's been off on holiday for a few weeks. Mycroft's very happy to see him.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/9652334)

6. Evening Temptation by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 767

Greg Lestrade stood in the doorway, looking like temptation incarnate

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/15780339)

7. Unhurried by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 840

Mycroft is always glad to come home in the small hours to find Greg in his bed.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/5173556)

8. Tied Down by janto321 (FaceofMer)

Greg gives Mycroft what he needs

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14381640)

9. In a Roman Garden by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 993

Consul Mycroft and General Greg in, well, a Roman garden

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/19859977) Part 2 of When in Rome

10. Rest Well by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1003

Greg is there for Mycroft when he gets home after a long day

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/22057558)

11. Over the Edge by englandwouldfalljohn, E, 1069

Greg turns up at Mycroft's office with only one act in mind: taking his boyfriend over someone else's desk.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/13163760)

12. Sorted by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1113

After the events of A Study in PInk, you didn't think Mycroft and Greg went to separate homes, did you?

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/6004363)

13. Through the Glass by janto321 (FaceofMer), E 1150

Mycroft through the eyes of his lover. Or, office sex in front of the mirror.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/1136692)

14. Not Necessarily 50/50 by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1173

To Mycroft's surprise, Greg has never been with a man.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14206509)

15. Meeting in a Roman Bath by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1196

Consul Mycroft meets General Greg for the first time

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/21749713) Part 3 of When in Rome

16. Don't Try to Wake by MerHums, E, 1273

Greg is going to fulfill one of Mycroft's deepest desires. Such a shame he won't be awake to experience it. Although...that is the point

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/4278642)

17. What's Warranted? by Lavender_and_Vanilla, E, 1285

When Greg's weekend is interrupted by work, Mycroft is not above resorting to sneaky tactics to bring Greg home.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/18464506)

18. Sweetheart by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1312

Mycroft realizes this isn't just sex, this is making love.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17903369)

19. Distraction by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1320

Greg distracts Mycroft after a long few days work.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/12127011)

20. Roll in the Hay by janto321 (FaceofMer), E 1367

Mycroft is intrigued by the new stableboy

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/15205487)

21. A Deep Shag by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1372

Of course Greg and Mycroft's first time was on the rug

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11888520)

22. Student Housing by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1385

Mycroft got drunk and broke into the wrong house. Turned out to be the best thing he could have done.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/13553787)

23. In the Light of Day by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1431

Mycroft never wanted anyone to see him in the light. As always, Greg Lestrade is just what he needs.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14289897)

24. Not Always a Copper by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1510

It started off as a quiet evening. Then Mycroft sees Greg's bad boy side and things get more interesting.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/14046093)

25. A Little of Your Time by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1671

A first kiss becomes something more

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/19719022)

26. Improving Greg's Day by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 1923

Well, this is one way to make Greg's day better...

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/17318294)

27. Inquisition by sherlockian4evr, M, 1934

For the prompt: I have this idea of Mycroft and Lestrade role playing that Mycroft is a suspect and Lestrade questions him. With amorous consequences. "And believe me, if you don't confess, I shall come down on you hard."

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/4541826)

28. Clear My Thursday by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 2271

Mycroft called Lestrade in for a meeting. He certainly never expected this.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/11377938)

29. A Minor Kidnapping by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 2332

A small kidnapping leads to Greg and Mycroft dating.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/16752829)

30. Sod the Scotch by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 2334

Now that Greg's divorce is final, he figures it's time to go to his new flat and drink a bottle of scotch. Alone. Mycroft, however, has other plans.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/5288483)

31. Of Trees and Logs and Terrible Innuendo by TheArtStudentYouHate, E 2412

One of Mycroft's trees was struck by lightning two days ago... which means that Greg Lestrade comes over to help him with all of that heavy wood.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/19420687)

32. New Employers by WillowLong, E, 2422

Basically Mycroft needs a new assistant and he thinks Lestrade can fill the position.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/954639)

33. Mad Enough to Stay by MerHums, E, 3370

When Mycroft ruined their anniversary plans, he didn't expect the night to end up this way.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/6276451)

34. Nothing sweeter than you by PinkGloom, E, 3578

Mycroft visits Greg at his bakery late at night on Valentine's Day for some sexy times. A smutty sequel to "Special kind of filling"

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/1445353)

35. Not Strictly Business by janto321 (FaceofMer), E, 4578

When Greg agreed to service Mycroft's heats, it was strictly a business transaction. As those heats come to an end, he realizes he wants something more.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/4458590/chapters/10130702)

36. Christmas Eve Drinkies by Popcornjones, E, 5000

"Lestrade had forgotten how different it was, kissing a man. The rough intensity, the raw strength of his partner, pushing harder, overpowering and being overpowered — all juxtaposed with astonishing gentleness, the feeling of being cared for, not just having to take care… Lestrade wondered why he’d given it up."

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/16838437)

37. I Wish You Could See Yourself by neversolace, E, 5001

Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade meet up for one of their 'Sherlock' dinners, but this time there's a twist.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/18980653)

38. Intervention by MerKat, E, 5473

The possessive boyfriend was clearly attempting to force himself on his partner, and Mycroft found himself walking across the opera house’s lobby before he realised it.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/2073438)

39. R and R by beltainefaerie, E, 5943

An accident with rope leads Mycroft, and Greg, to unexpected happiness.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/22004515)

40. Once and Again by MerKat, E, 8950

What better thing than a guitar to bring two people together not once, but twice.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/2379203)

41. Stronger Together by MerKat, E, 8979

Greg's body, and his shields, are injured in the first of a series of bombings that has NSY and Mycroft, his bonded Sentinel, scrambling for answers. Unfortunately, the constant strain of their separation during the investigation might be more than their bond can handle.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/2247609/chapters/4932480)

42. Not As Strong by jadztone, E, 11601

After the Sherrinford ordeal, Sherlock asks Greg to look after Mycroft. Greg needs no further urging, he's wanted to befriend Mycroft for years...and he really does try to be content with just that. Then he discovers Lady Smallwood's card and it initiates a discussion about romantic relationships.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/20378629/chapters/48330457)

43. A Willing Prize by MerHums, E, 14760

When Mycroft and Sherlock are torn away from their home by pirates, Mycroft is willing to do anything to protect his brother. But when they arrive at the hidden cove, things aren't a dire as they seem. Will Mycroft find a home here, despite the secrets from the past that have come to haunt them? And can Greg overcome his own ghosts, and see what Mycroft truly wants?

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/4033798/chapters/9070876)

#mystrade #mystrade reading club #mystrade recs #service top greg

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lemonandhugs · 4 years ago

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Stars Align: Chapter 12 SNEAK PEEK - TO BE CONTINUED

“Um…Cait…I…I hope this doesn’t go against what we agreed upon before…when this all began…you and I. But…I’m quite scared that it does…and I’m scared that…” Sam stammered, then suddenly took a deep breath in, shook his head then continued, “I just…I really care about you. This isn’t me trying to put pressure on you…I mean on us…what we are.”

Cait was also staring down at the box, then she brought it up closer to her face and opened it slowly. She recognised that they were plane tickets, immediately. Her eyes lit up. She scooped them out and placed the box to the side of her. Inspecting the tickets closer, she saw the word “Paris”. She lowered the tickets, to look at him and breathed in a deep gasp as a smile spread across her face.

“Paris?!” Cait asked excitedly.

“Yes,” Sam nodded and lowered his gaze, “uh…it’s for a 3-day weekend, the day after block one finishes…for…for you and me. But–,” Sam tried to continue.

Cait let go of him and leant back, an adoring look on her face as she looked deep into his questioning eyes.

“Sam,” she began, smiling down at their plane tickets in her hands, “I would love to go to Paris with you.”

Sam raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes a little more, “really?”

“Sleep,” he said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Cait hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She bent down once more and pecked him on the lips, before climbing off him to get under the blankets. He turned the lights off and crawled into bed next to her. She faced him, lifted her head up so he could thread his arm underneath her neck and slung her leg over his hip. He held her body and pulled her as close to him as he could. With her head in the crook of his shoulder, and his hands on her shoulder and lower back, hugging her to him, sleep was fast approaching.

‘One more week of work, then Paris,’ was Cait’s last thought, and she smiled into Sam’s neck before drifting off to sleep.

Then her phone vibrated on her bedside table. She pushed herself up, reached over and grabbed it before laying back down. It was a text from Sam.

- Looks like it’s going to be a late one for me, they can’t get the lighting right in this damn night shoot.

- Oh no, how frustrating! How late do you think?

- At least a few more hours, I think…don’t wait up, okay? I know how exhausted you get after work. I’ll pick up something for dinner and I’ll be next to you in bed as quick as I can 😉

- 😊 are you sure?

- Yeah, you sleep.

- Okay, I hope you’re alright. Hurry back 😊

- Will do 😉

Cait smiled to herself, then checked the time. 6:18pm.

‘I guess it’s now or never…’ Cait decided.

She quickly found the number of her driver, called, and asked how far away the nearest town was.

“20 minutes, ma’am,” was Cait’s driver’s response.

Within ten minutes, her driver was outside of her trailer, she hopped in and was on her way to the nearest town, hoping there would be a decent lingerie store.

Upon arrival, Cait’s driver asked, “should I come back, ma’am, or wait for you here?”

“Uh…” Cait paused, looking up and down the long street of stores, “I shouldn’t be too long. Would you be able to wait here?”

“Of course, ma’am,” said her driver.

“Thank you so much,” Cait grinned, then shut the door.

“Mm,” she playfully moaned, and sucked his lips into her mouth, enjoying the taste.

He smiled against her mouth, “sorry I woke you,” he breathed into her mouth.

“Don’t be,” she pulled his mouth onto hers again, then sat up all the way.

She broke the kiss and licked her lips, then moved her mouth across his cheek and to his ear.

“Touch me,” she seductively whispered into his ear before nipping at his earlobe and licking down his neck.

Sam’s eyes rolled back, and he could feel his cock twitch and become hard.

“I would love to,” he whispered breathlessly, “but my fingers are greasy.”

She leant back to look at him, “oh?” she questioned.

“I have to shower,” Sam stated while gasping.

Cait leant in once more with a protesting moan against his lips before she blithely pushed him off with a cheeky smile.

“I won’t be long,” Sam promised, then made a couple of kissing noises before leaving the room.

Sam heard Cait’s teeth chattering, then pulled her close, held her face and seductively purred, “let me warm those lips up.”

Cait wrapped her arms around his waist and stood up on her tiptoes. They could see every breath they took when they broke each kiss, standing in that frosty morning together.

“Where would you like to go, when we get there?” Sam asked.

There was no answer. Sam took his head off hers, leant forward and saw that she was fast asleep. He smiled, kissed the top of her head, and leant his head back onto hers, also closing his eyes.

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bri-notthecheese · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @connerluthorkent ! Thank you so much my dear!! <3 <3

Pick 10 ships without reading the questions.

1) Nygmobblepot (Edward Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot - Gotham)

2) Mergana (Merlin x Morgana - BBC’s Merlin)

3) Handers (M!Hawke x Anders - Dragon Age 2)

4) Korrasami (Korra x Asami - Legend of Korra)

5) Chlodine (Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross- Uncharted: The Lost Legacy

6) Midna x Link (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess)

7) Solas x Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

8) Hannigram (Hannibal Lector x Will Graham - Hannibal)

9) Cassarric (Cassandra Pentaghast x Varric Tethras - Dragon Age)

10) MakoHaru (Makoto Tachibana x Haruka Nanase - Free! Iwatobi Swim Club)

1. Do you remember the episode/scene/chapter that you first started shipping 6?

Oh man...that was soooooo long ago. I played Twilight Princess for the first time when I was about 12 I think, so Midna x Link is the oldest ship on here. But I think I started shipping it after the first third of the game when Midna tries to protect you and nearly sacrifices her life because of it. You get this section where you have to sprint back for help as a wolf with her on your back in the rain as she’s dying and “Midna’s Lament” plays in the back and it was the first time I really felt myself get so worried for a video game character. And after that, she’s a lot more caring towards Link and you can see them grow closer and closer as the game progresses.

2. Have you ever read a FanFiction about 2?

Merlin x Morgana was the reason I started writing fanfiction actually <3 And I have read quite a lot!

3. Has a picture of 4 ever been your screen saver/profile picture/tumblr?

They have not actually!

4. If 7 were to suddenly break-up today, what would your reaction be?

OUCH™. This question came for my life a lil bit. Ow :(

*SPOILERS* But Solas does fucking break up with you in the game regardless of what you do and we’re basically doomed to face our lover and try to stop him before he destroys the world in the next game. That route/relationship is known as Solavellan Hell. Worst/best? part is that he still loves you and you him. But as for my reaction? Despite knowing it was going to happen somehow, I still sobbed and felt like I’d gotten broken up with in real life. BioWare really knows how to hurt us.

5. Why is 1 so important?

Strap in. I’ve only been into Nygmobblepot for almost exactly a year at this point and I can’t remember being *this* attached to a ship like this for a long time. Part of why it lingers in my mind is because there’s still that slight feeling of disappointment that they were so close to being explicitly canon on screen but homophobia got in the way, and yet they really are still canon in all but sharing a kiss and explicitly stating their mutual romantic intent. These two have checked off almost every box in regards to tropes because they went from strangers to friends to almost lovers to enemies to tentative allies back to friends with their mutual feelings being pretty transparent under the surface. There’s so much to play with in regards to story because you can have your pick of dynamics depending what season it’s set in and the creators in this fandom are next-level. They’re two people that are continuously ostracized from everyone around them and they consider each other their best friend, something neither of which has had before. They’re weird and pretty nasty people, but somehow are canonly so Soft™ when they’re around each other (unless they’re enemies and then helloooooo sexual tension). Both have said in so many words ‘I love you’ to the other and have been beaten, tortured, and thrown their lives on the line to protect the other. They’re stylish evil villains in love with an adorable height difference and their incredible chemistry really makes it impossible not to root for them.

6. Is 9 a funny ship or a serious ship?

Funny! They do have serious moments, but since they are both companions (and don’t have an *actual* side romance) they’re mostly there for humorous banter when you have them both around.

7. Out of all of the ships listed, which ship has the most chemistry?

That is really hard. I feel like it might be a tie between both sets of Murder Husbands: Nygmobblepot and Hannigram.

8. Out of all of your ships listed, which ship has the strongest bond?

Again, I think I might say Nygmobblepot and Hannigram.

9. How many times have you read/watched 8’s fandom?

Twice! I watched the show as it aired and then I rewatched it when my best friend was getting into it!

10. Which ship has lasted the longest?

MakoHaru! They’ve been best friends since childhood <3

11. How many times, if ever, has 2 broken up?

Damn all the painful questions keep coming for the doomed ships. So, Merlin and Morgana have never officially been together EVEN THOUGH THE WRITERS GAVE US THIS WHOLE THING ABOUT HOW THEY WERE EACH OTHER’S *DESTINY* AND DOOM and yadda yada. But while Merthur is the most popular ship in this fandom, I’ll always have a special place for Mergana because they could have been something really special had the writers not made stupid decisions and had him not tell her about his magic. (this show in general makes me so bitter lmao) But they were really great friends in the beginning and him poisoning her would probably uhhh be the breakup and then it just got worse from there :(

12. If the world was suddenly thrust into a zombie apocalypse, which ship would make it out alive, 2 or 8?

Definitely 2 because they both have incredibly powerful magic.

13. Did 5 ever have to hide their relationship for any reason?

They are in the early stages of their partnership ;) The game takes place over the course of 24 hours so they aren’t quite there yet, but I doubt they’d hide it once they did get together.

14. Is 4 still together?

Yes they are!!! And I have all their graphic novels thus far to keep getting all of that good Korrasami content <3

15. Is 3 canon?

Yes it is, in my world state at least. They broke up for about half a year after the events of the second game but have been together ever since and Hawke gets to talk about his bae when you meet him in the third game ^_^

16. If all 10 ships were put into a couple’s Hunger Games, which couple would win?

Uhhhhhhh there’s like 3 people in this list that are ‘the most powerful magical being in their universe’ so. It’d be down to Merlin/Morgana, Korra/Asami, and Lavellan/Solas. I feel like due to the fact that neither favor underhanded means typically, Korra/Asami would be out. But Merlin, Morgana, and Solas are real bastards so it might be down to raw power mixed with what sabotage is laid out.

17. Has anybody ever tried to sabotage 10’s ship?

Not really, everyone in universe kinda knows they’re a thing.

18. Which ship would you defend to the death and beyond?

This is like my fourth tie but it’s gonna be between Nygmobblepot and Mergana. Nygmobs because they’re meant for each and have said so. And I’m currently obsessed. Mergana because it was one of my very first ships and even if it still ended tragically, I’ll always mourn the boatloads of potential they had for some really intriguing stuff between the two of them and never touched any of it.

19. Do you spend hours a day going through 1’s tumblr page?

Thankfully I’ve calmed from when I first got into it but I generally have a daily check on here and AO3 <3

20. If an evil witch descended from the sky and told you that you had to pick one of the ten ships to break up forever or else she´d break them all forever, which ship would you sink?

Well since Mergana is DEFINITELY broken up forever, I’ll pick that one.

This was SO FUN!!! Thank you so much again for tagging me!!! <3 <3 <3 Tagging @midnightanddiamonds, @bisexualmoron @wicked-eyes-and-wicked-hearts @kessilover @jesscoot if you’d like to do it and anyone else who’d like to try!

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An Annotated Mass Effect Playthrough, Part Seven

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Wherein we... talk to the crew. I didn’t quite make it off the ship.

Still, a lot of words.

Aka the nearly All-Gif update.

Didn’t get a chance to play ME at all this week, so I’m going to spend a few hours this weekend (double-checking to make sure screenshotting works :p) and have some real updates later.

So making it back to the ship from Therum, it’s time to talk to the crew. I maybe could have gone and talked to them after getting on the ship after the Citadel, but they don’t really have any unique lines then so, I usually wait til now to go chat.

First, let’s talk to Liara.

The thing that sucks about talking to Liara (or Kaidan, or Ashley, if you don’t want to romance them) is, you know, the accidental romance. Making “picking the Paragon-place choices = romance by default with NO WARNING” design was very Not Good. They fixed this in later games, well moreso in Dragon Age games than ME, (and Andromeda is done very well for this) but still. In ME3, the BackOff mod does a great job of making romance dialog more obvious and intentional.

Liara’s dialog choices I feel like are even LESS obviously flirting I feel like than Ash and Kaidan’s. Honestly with Liara’s most of the lines can be read and even said aloud as friendship then BOOM, all of a sudden she wants a threesome. I choose middle dialog options whenever possible with Liara just to avoid this. I’m not interested, never have been, don’t want Kaidan to think he has any competition. But seriously, it’s poor game design here that you literally have to be a jerk to a companion at some points to avoid having them think you want to bang. God, half of the reason I’d love a remaster would be to hopefully fix shit like this to avoid some of the pitfalls.

I hate that some people use this as a reason to dislike these characters more. And I’ll admit, in my early days as a ME fan, I held it against Liara, too, until I realized how dumb that is. I especially hate it when you get to the “confrontation scene” and people use Kaidan not wanting to be in a threesome as a reason to dislike him more? It’s not a bad thing to want to be monogamous? (And of course, it’s not a bad thing to NOT want to be, assuming everyone is open and OK about it.)

I just prefer to not get that scene at all now, and to avoid “leading anyone on” accidentally etc. My Shepard knows early on what she wants, and sticks with him all the way through.

I was going to talk more here about my feelings about Liara in general but uh, I guess I’ll do that later. This is already really long.

Here’s a great post about how to avoid romancing Kaidan while being rude as little as possible to him.

Well since he’s right outside the medbay anyway, let’s go talk to the LT.

Have I mentioned how much I hate the orange glow?

So anyway, I thought maybe I’d talk here a little bit about Why Kaidan?

I will point out here that I am mostly a hetero woman, so my choices in video game romances lean towards men first, though I’m also very cool with doing non-m/f romances in games, and often do on subsequent playthroughs of games I love, but that’s almost never gonna be my primary romance.

I’d already mentioned my love for Carth Onasi, one of the most hated companions in video games, If You’re A Guy.

By today’s standards, even the Carth romance isn’t that great. But at the time, it was the greatest romance I’d experienced in video games. There were a few others that were really good -- Valen Shadowbreath in Neverwinter Nights: Horde of the Underdark was the other really great one, but we also got nightmare fuel like Anomen in Baldur’s Gate (though that gets better with mods + the final BG expansion) or just under-written characters or romances like Casavir in NWN2 (who was much better with mods) or hell, either of your choices in KotOR2 imho. But I used to play KotOR over and over for many reasons, such as holy shit a Star Wars game(!!) and one where you can actually be a female main character AND has that great Bioware storytelling... but a big reason was Carth.

A funny thing about Carth Onasi... if you play a male main character, you have a very different experience with Carth than if you play a woman. And even I can agree that hoo boy Carth gets tiresome quick if you play a male, as a female you at least get to flirt and that calms him down and evens him out a lot. But the one time I tried playing as a male, I didn’t make it off Taris because.. yeouch I could actually see what the guys playing were so mad about.

But hey, that voice. Raphael Sbarge, I love that voice. So like I said early on in these posts, I immediately knew I was going to romance Kaidan the very second I confirmed he was romancable, before I even ran back into the ship and met anyone on the crew aside from Joker and Kaidan.

And... that only got confirmed more and more as I went through ME for the first time. The character is smart, and capable, and respected you, and never questioned your command, but made his feelings pretty clear along the way. He could be a little doofy but in an adorable way with some of the things he said, honestly there was almost never anything I didn’t love about this character.

I realized some time ago that I have a thing for the Paladin archetype personally.

This is Casavir, from Neverwinter Nights 2, and in NWN2, there are two romance options for women. An under-written Lawful Good Paladin in his late 30′s who is willing to buck his superiors to do what he thinks is right but also places you on a pedestal and holds back all his emotions. He’s a romance option. Or....

Bishop, a chaotic evil ranger who insults you a lot, threatens to rape an NPC under your protection, and ultimately betrays you.

Most people who played NWN2 seemed to prefer the CE Ranger. I loved the paladin so much I wrote fix-it fic that I never have gotten around to publishing anywhere to retcon his terrible dumb ending.

There’s a fan-made romance mod that helps with the romances in this game, though I dislike a lot of what they did, ultimately I always use it.

In Dragon Age?

Ah yeah, the Templar-Warden. Love him. He does have that “Oh I’m so young and experienced tee-hee” thing going on that isn’t my favorite, (at this point mostly because I’m actually in my mid-40′s so uh, I’m just Old) but otherwise, yeah, love Alistair.

Dragon Age 2, I mean I usually romance Anders but... I’m not real excited about either him or Fenris, or even either of the ladies, though I have done Isabella’s romance (as well as Fenris’) and enjoyed it. I’d probably romance Avaline (or Varric!), if she were an option. But yeah, Anders mostly because he IS trying to do what’s right, even if he... well. You know.

But Dragon Age Inquisition?

Give me that Blackwall-angst. That stoic guy trying to be a Warden who comes undone for you. You’d think I’d go for Cullen, but hey this game gave us two paladin archetypes, though one is merely pretending, he still atones and becomes what he was trying to be, one way or another, if you let him. I picked this paladin archtype first because I did not like Cullen based on interactions with him in DA1 & 2. I like him well enough in DA:I but Blackwall is my guy here.

Out of all the many, many companions in SWTOR, who’s my fave?

If Aric Jorgan isn’t a Paladin-type I don’t know who is, especially since any romanceable Jedi are uh, all your female padawans (don’t get me started) until Lana (also female) comes along.

Hell, in a very long-running 4e D&D game I played from around 2009 to 2014 where my character fell in love with our party leader’s son, married him and fought the final boss 4 months pregnant with our twins. That character’s husband... was a paladin. I mean look at this art my friend picked out for his character’s son:

I mean dang, who (of those who are attracted to men of this type) wouldn’t?

I always pick the Paladin. The guy who is gonna Do What’s Right no matter what it costs him, the guy who’s gonna be loyal, the guy who may bottle up his emotions or keep them under control all the time but ultimately does what it takes to get the girl... that’s my fave. And that’s Kaidan.

I will also say my second fave archetype is rogue-with-a-heart-of-gold, and that’s more of a Garrus or Varric (if only he were a choice!!! :( ) type.. aka my second choice in these games.

Well that was a lot more words on that subject than I meant to do, so I’m going to just say real quick here that what I love about this first conversation with Kaidan is that he’s already no dummy, he knows something is up, and warns you about it.

We’ll save talk about his backstory for another day.

Let’s head downstairs.

Yay for sped-up elevators! What used to take like 20 seconds now takes like, four.

URDNOT WREX.

This another place where Shepard starts out just sticking their foot in their mouths completely. I feel like this is something the game definitely has problems with here. Shepard should know a lot more about the Genophage, like they should have about say, Spectres, even if the player doesn’t. So basically every response you can give to Wrex about the genophage and what his people are going through sounds really insensitive. Comparing the relatively minor First Contact War with the entire galaxy more or less uniting to keep the Krogan from taking over after the Rachni war seems pretty dumb, and also like something Shepard should already know.

Loredumping on the Krogans a bunch with Wrex is necessary, but I think it could have been done better. Though I think there are a lot of questions about the Krogan and the Genophage that ultimately are important but go unanswered. I’m going to be honest, because generally I want my companions to be happy and ultimately I want the happiest ending I can get, I usually cure the genophage and leave Wrex in charge. But also I don’t think that ends up with the happiest ending for the galaxy. Everything about the genophage is terrible, how it works, how it was administered, what it’s done to the Krogan as a people, but let’s be honest, the galaxy will also be in huge trouble just from a resources perspective if each krogan woman can have hundreds (or even just dozens) of babies a year, who are gonna all live a thousand years. There’s got to be a compromise that, eventually, hopefully Wrex works out if he’s alive at the end of ME3 or the council figures out with Wreav or whoever.

It is kinda funny though that here, I basically met Wrex at C-Sec, told him I’d help him with Fist, sent him to my ship, and basically just kidnapped him to go help with the rest of the mission. He wanted to be here, right? I can only assume I’m paying him a lot.

Ashley!

I do love Ashley Williams.

I’m not going to turn this into a “Is Ashley Racist” thinkpiece. I’ve read a lot of both sides of this argument and no, I don’t think she is. Some pieces of her attitude do need to be kicked up a bit, for sure. She’s got about the same issues with aliens as most of the species of the galaxy have with each other, which sometimes isn’t great, but she’s far from supporting Terra Firma.

She’s smart, she’s funny, a hell of a shot, she’s being held back due to her family name. I would love for if someday a Wilshenko OT3 were possible. I’d do that in an instant. I despise the fact that you can only keep Kaidan forever if you lose Ashley forever, though I don’t see that changing even in a remaster. Please Bioware, for the super ultra remaster?

I know I need to do another run through the game with Ashley alive. I don’t remember too much of what happens in ME3 when she’s there.

I also love that her story is so much one of family. From her stories of her sisters, to the point that it’s her own grandfather’s legacy that’s holding her back. She’s so grounded, she reminds us that there are civilians out there we’re keeping safe, a whole world we rarely see, up in space and in the middle of so much military conflict.

GARRUS.

First of all, whew Garrus looks amazing in the lighting and with the textures with ALOT/MEUITM. Very handsome.

Interestingly, Garrus does not really loredump on the turians. We absorb a lot of what we find out about the turians more naturally. Garrus is more all about C-Sec and the general politics of the Council, of Spectres, of C-Sec. Gonna be honest, I expected C-sec to play into the game as a whole a lot more than it did based on Garrus’ talks about it. I mean it was always there, but Bailey ends up being the face of C-Sec

Garrus’ Law vs. I Do What I Want attitude is a nice way to do a non-goody-two-shoes companion story without having to go evil. I love that Garrus’ story kinda mirrors our own as players, how are we going to get things done? Shove a blaster in people’s faces, accept collateral damage, and do whatever it takes to get it done? OR play by the rules, compromise, and see if that fixes things.

The thing is though, Mass Effect actually is great at giving us the illusion of choice without making a huge difference in the end. Like I mentioned before... not bringing Garrus to ME1 makes little difference in how he acts in ME2 outside of a few lines of dialog. Lots of things are like that, like pick Ash or Kaidan on Virmire, and yes one is always gone, but 80% of the content is basically the same from there on out for either character.

There are games out now that do that choice better. Pathfinder: Kingmaker is one I can think of. Or Tyranny. Things you choose can alter the endings of those games drastically, locking entire paths out of the game.

I used to think that was what I wanted. Until I played Kingmaker and locked myself out of things I really wanted without realizing it. I stopped playing the game, sad that my LI dumped me and wouldn’t come back without reloading many, many hours worth of game. Despite enjoying the game overall, I still haven’t gone back. When I do play again, I’ll probably keep a lot of tabs open of walkthroughs and tips on how to keep things going how I want. Kind of defeating the purpose of the game.

Anyway, I got super off track again. The point is, Garrus is the companion that gives us the most Choice in who he is. Which is cool. He illustrates our Paragon vs Renegade dilemma. And it’s neat that it does make changes in some of the things he says in the future, but overall, his story doesn’t change much no matter what you do (Unless you, ya know, get him killed in ME2).

And therein lies a problem with Mass Effect, and video games as a whole. It’s neat to see the little changes, but it’s rare for anything to be an actual Big Change, because... that’s a loooot of work for a developer and how much more money is all that going to cost him.

At some point in the future I’ll point out how lucky we are for what we did get, though.

Heeeey it’s Chief Engineer Greg Adams! I wonder how many people don’t even know he has a first name? Anyway, thank you for your one short conversation in which you explain how the Normandy works (honestly, great job with explaining this, Bioware, even if the science is ???) and like three sentences on who you are. Wasted opportunity to give you an actual character. Glad you like Tali, though! See you in ME3.

TALI!

Okay, I will totally accept that Shepard doesn’t know much past the basics of quarian society. That makes a lot more sense than Shepards not knowing much about asari.

The quarians are so much more of an original creation I feel like than a lot of what we’ve seen in the galaxy so far. Krogan? Basically Klingons. Turians? Space Romans. Asari? Twilek/Space Elves but ALL Hot Ladies. Qarians feel like something new though.

I mean, I guess before they had to live in suits they were pretty normal, but their entire culture doesn’t feel like something we’ve seen everyplace before. I mean I’ve seen space (g-slur) but, eh not really.

And Tali herself is such a good character. I mean, she does suffer a little from being Very Important with her father being one of five admirals in a population of six million people but, I’ll allow it. Nobody else on the crew has Very Important Parents. I mean Garrus’ father is a little high up in the ranks but that’s a non-factor, Ash’s grandfather was but he’s dead and never seen, Wrex’s father is a chieftan but none of those is central to their current story or as big as this one. I mean, Spacer Shep’s own mother is a captain of a ship. Tali herself in-game isn’t that sexualized -- most of that was the fandom’s doing. She’s young but also confident and has her shit together.

She shoulda been a same-sex romance in ME2/3 though, damnit!

Joker. Is. Amazing. And uh, also shoulda been a romance option.

Hey first of all, how great was it that they put in disabled representation in this game. I have read a few posts on how it could have been better, and definitely agree, but it’s also been so important to have say, Geordi LaForge as chief engineer of the Enterprise and also Joker here, in space, being awesome on spaceships. And he really earns his the right to his bravado in calling himself the best pilot in the galaxy.

Also? Casting Seth Green was such a great choice. I couldn’t imagine Joker as anyone else. I mean this is Bioware so we expect, and definitely got, great voice acting (except for... ugh you know, we’ll get there in ME3) but honestly Seth Green was a particularly good choice. I don’t care that he’s covered with sixteen layers of plot armor, he deserves it.

He’s the companion that we don’t ever get to take in the squad. (I mean, except for that brief amazing moment in ME2)

I only wish in ME1 he had as much to say as in ME2/3. At least he gets cool snarky lines after all the major missions.

One last thing before we get off the ship for awhile, I love that the crew is actually comprised of both men AND women in ME1. With different hairstyles and faces, and even skin tones. It’s nice to see they didn’t just reuse the same guy over and over for the nameless NPCs.

Well, I guess they get names in ME2. :v

Anyway, I would like to point out, that there are seventeen nameless NPCs on the Normandy.

Then there’s Adams, Tali, Garrus, Wrex, Ashley, Kaidan, Chakwas, Liara, Pressley, and Joker.

That’s twenty-seven people and eight sleep pods. Let’s remove the aliens, who couldn’t fit in a sleep pod (Garrus and Wrex), twenty-five people. Are there people sleeping in the sleep pods now? There must be, right? Everyone can’t be awake when we’re on the ship just because we’re there? How does that math add up? Who is sleeping where, HOW DOES IT WORK!?

Well, that’s their problem. I got my own bed. Kaidan can share.

Also just... don’t get me started on how stupid this is. I mean it’s nice having a shop on the ship but... the justification is terrible. We all know it. He was counted as one of the 17 nameless, btw.

Okay well, I was going to get off the ship this update but this is already stupid long and honestly I don’t have too much more content to post so, I’m gonna go actually play this game!

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