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kyshosmd · 3 days ago

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BAD DOG — stanley snyder x top!male!reader

sypnosis: in which stanley snyder, prodigy marksman, is down bad for his general.

cw: general!reader, reader is bigger than stanley for plot purposes, age gap, kind of obsessed and perverted stanley, stanley acts like a nymphomaniac cause i said so, nasty degradation but not too bad, a bit too smutty for dr stone fandom tho. this is before the petrification incident happened, more perverted thoughts than plot

author's note: i warned you btw! this is totally self-indulgent. i can't write for shit. since stanley's an obsessed freak why not channel this into a fic yay !! whored stanley snyder out woo hoo! who cares if it's ooc, all smuts are kinda ooc. you never know what might happen when you bend a character over cause that has never happened btw <3

Stanley Snyder had always been a little bit... wrong. Not in a tragic, misunderstood way— in a "this guy would absolutely jack off to a voicemail you left him by accident" kinda way.

At twenty-four, Stanley was already a full-blown cautionary tale. He was an unhinged sharpshooter, attack dog and whole menace to society, the sniper prodigy who could kill a man at two miles and look pretty doing it. Cigarette perpetually dangling from his pretty lips, purple lipstick always just a little bit smudged, amber eyes gleaming with the kind of feral intensity that made people nervous. He walked around like he was one bad day away from blowing something up.

And you, General Y/N, were the poor bastard who accidentally turned his psychosexual mess of a brain into the Sistine Chapel of daddy issues.

You didn’t even have to try. A pat on the shoulder. Or a rough "Good work, Snyder."— and Stanley's suddenly so damn hard.

Every little scrap of validation you threw his way got hoarded like some deranged dragon hoarding praise instead of gold.

Stanley didn’t want to date you. He wanted to worship you. He wanted to be your fucked-up little trophy soldier, sitting at your boots, begging for scraps of attention like a mutt you forgot to neuter.

When you barked orders or even rudely growled something like "Move your ass, Snyder," he damn near came on the spot. So desperate he'd chew through concrete if you told him to. God forbid you actually praised him in front of the others — he’d spend the whole night hard as a rock, grinding into his mattress like a filthy little pervert, choking on miserable need to hear you say it again, and again, and again.

In the dark, in the silence, cigarette smoke curling around his twitching fingers, he’d press his hand between his thighs and would pretend it was your hand. Would pretend he wasn’t three brain cells and a bottle of whiskey away from breaking into your office and licking the inside of your kevlar vest just to feel close to you.

It was pathetic. It was disgusting. But...it was kind of everything he ever wanted.

Stanley Snyder probably wasn't in love. This was probably obsession. Obviously you weren't aware of your subordinate's freakfest.

It started with good intentions.

You, seasoned silver-fox general and occasional bringer of mercy, had decided to treat the younger soldiers to a night off — a little "Congrats on not dying this week" reward. Simple. Harmless. Just a few drinks, a little music, some cheap-ass bar food. Nothing could have possibly go wrong.

Unless, of course, you were Stanley Snyder.

Stanley had zero chill on a normal day. Tonight, he was five shots deep, emotionally unstable, and laser-focused on you like a guided missile made of daddy issues and desperate horniness.

He posted up at the bar first, looking cool— cocky even —cigarette tucked behind one ear, jacket slung over one shoulder. He looked... devastatingly good. And he knew it.

Because the moment he spotted you — slouched against the wall in plain clothes, drink in hand, muscles straining under the lazy fall of your jacket — Stanley decided, right then and there, that he was gonna be the worst version of himself for you.

He stumbled over, grinning way too wide, drink sloshing in his hand, and planted himself against your side like he belonged there. Pressed full-body against you, casual as a cat rubbing its head on its owner’s shin.

"Gen'rul," he slurred, his drawl sticky-sweet and loaded with all kinds of filthy implications, "you always look this good, or'm I just too drunk t'function?"

You blinked down at him, a little thrown off — because you were used to people being into you, sure — But Stanley Snyder? Stanley Snyder, golden boy, deadliest marksman alive, face like a fallen angel Stanley? The same Stanley who acted too cool for literally everything was now pressing his cheek against your chest like he was seconds from purring?

Yeah. You didn’t expect that. Not even a little bit. After all, you had no idea what was brewing in that filthy mind of his for the last few days.

"Y'know," Stanley mumbled against your shirt, voice all low and ragged, "ain't just 'cause you're my boss. I mean, it helps, yeah, but — fuck, you're stupid hot. Should be illegal."

You grabbed his wrist before it could slip even lower, but he just whined under his breath — honest-to-god whined — and looked up at you with eyes so glassy and adoring it was almost tragic.

And he wasn’t stopping. Oh, no. If anything, the resistance made him worse.

Stanley's hips shifted against yours, grinding subtle and slow, the alcohol making him sloppy and shameless. His hand trembled against your chest like he was dying to tear your clothes off with his teeth, if only you'd let him.

"C'mon, boss," he pleaded, voice cracking sweet and pitiful, "lemme be good for ya. Lemme — fuck, lemme make you feel good. I'll do anything — anything you want — I'm good with my hands, swear it, I—"

His mouth just kept running, a messy stream of filth and begging, like he didn’t even care who heard.

"Sir please," he whined, tilting his head back until you could see the flushed, vulnerable stretch of his throat. "Spit in my mouth, tie me up, ruin me — fuck, please, just lemme—"

You stared down at him, stunned into silence. Because holy shit.

You knew Stanley was weird. You knew he had issues. But this? This was... This was totally next level.

And maybe it was the liquor talking. Maybe it was the way his body molded to yours like he belonged there. Or maybe it was the way he looked up at you— like you were God, salvation, and damnation all wrapped in one— that made you think, Maybe... just maybe... he deserves a little reward.

You leaned down, voice dark and low right against his ear,

"Get on your knees, soldier."

And Stanley collapsed. Dropped so fast it was like he'd been waiting for you to say it his entire goddamn life.

Big, bloodshot eyes staring up at you with absolute worship, hands trembling on your thighs, lips parted on a breathless, "Y-Yes, sir..."

you lost whatever scrap of mercy you had left.

You dragged him out of the bar without a word, your hand tight around the back of his neck, steering him like a misbehaving mutt. Stanley stumbled after you, half-drunk, eyes wild, lipstick smudged down to his chin, and looking so goddamn happy about being manhandled you thought he might actually start drooling.

You didn’t stop until you found the back alley — dark, half-hidden by the noise and neon haze of the bar. Just private enough, and just filthy enough.

You slammed him up against the wall with a grunt, and Stanley whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of your jacket like he couldn't stand not being plastered against you.

"S-Sir—" he gasped, and God, the way he looked at you — glassy-eyed, flushed, mouth open like he was starving — You could’ve done anything to him. Anything.

Instead, you leaned in, your voice a low growl against his ear, "Look at you. Fucking pathetic."

Stanley shivered, hips jerking like your words alone could make him come undone.

"N-Not pathetic, sir," he breathed, but even as he said it, he was pawing at you desperately, grinding his slim hips against your thigh like a bitch in heat. "J-Just wanna be good f'you..."

"Yeah? This what good boys do? Get drunk and act like little whores?"

You yanked his belt open with a rough snap, and Stanley moaned — an honest-to-god whine, high and needy, his knees buckling slightly.

"Slut," you hissed, palming him hard enough to make him sob. "You’re fucking useless like this. Look at you. Can’t even stand up straight, can you?"

"I-I’m sorry, sir—!" he gasped, hips twitching helplessly, eyes squeezed shut like he was about to cry from how good it felt already. "’M tryin', I swear—"

"Trying what? To embarrass yourself?"

You shoved him back against the wall again and unzipped your own pants— and Stanley’s entire body twitched, breath hitching when he caught sight of what you were packing. His hands fumbled at your waistband like he was desperate to help, desperate to serve, desperate to be ruined.

When you finally pushed into him, hard and fast — too fast, too much — Stanley choked on a sob, clutching your arms like he was gonna fall apart right there.

"S-Shit, sir— it’s— it’s t-too big— fuck," he hiccupped, legs trembling, trying so hard to take it even when he was visibly overwhelmed. You gave him no mercy. Not an inch.

You railed into him— rough, relentless, every thrust pushing pathetic little whimpers and "I'm sorry, sir!"s out of him like a prayer.

His lipstick was completely ruined, smeared down his chin, and tears were starting to slip from the corners of his pretty amber eyes — but he still arched his back, still sobbed "Yes, sir!" every time you barked an order into his ear.

At one point, when you spit harshly onto his tongue — just to see if he'd take it — Stanley fucking moaned like you’d given him the meaning of life. He swallowed it down without hesitation, breathless and desperate, begging, "More, sir—please—"

"You’re disgusting," you snarled against his throat, biting hard enough to leave bruises. "Fuckin’ sick little thing. You love this, don’t you? Love getting used like the whore you are?"

"Y-Yes, sir!" Stanley cried, hips jerking uselessly against yours. "Love it—love you—need you—please don't stop—"

He was babbling, barely coherent, tears smearing black down his flushed cheeks, clawing at your back like you were the only thing tethering him to Earth. Completely fucking broken.

And when he finally came — ruined, sobbing, breathless — it was with your name falling off his lips like a desperate prayer, his whole body wracked with trembling, twitchy aftershocks. He looked like a debauched whore more than a respected soldier covered in tears, bruises and not a surprise— cum stains all over him.

Guess you didn't mind taking care of him for a while.

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pixiepipedreams · 3 months ago

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — nobody's promised tomorrow // gi-hun x reader

♡ ⁄ pairing: gi-hun x reader ♡ ⁄ warnings & tags: fem!reader, canon-typical violence & death, major character death (reader dies), age gap (reader is 20-22, gi-hun is late 40s, early 50s) season 1 ♡ ⁄ wordcount: 3.1k ♡ ⁄ summary: you and gi-hun had bonded early in the games, his goofy friendliness drawing you in like a moth to the flame. side-by-side, you made it through most of the games. but, finding yourself mortally wounded after glass stepping stones, you realize you won't be making it to the end with him. he used your age gap like a wall to prevent anything more to rise between you, but you know your interest in him is reciprocated. now, it's your last chance to admit to everything you feel for him.

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵ ﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

It was your fault, maybe, for thinking these games were fair at their core. That was the thing that kept you going, through all of it - Red Light Green Light, Tug of War, Honeycomb, even Marbles. Everyone was an equal, here. The one man who cheated was garishly strung up, bloody and horrific, for everyone to see. It had made you feel violently ill, but at the same time, it reassured you. Just like everyone else, you had a fair chance.

Nothing about this is fair.

Quiet guilt eats away at you for keeping your wound a secret through dinner. You made it through the last game in the nick of time, and before you could even celebrate, the glass exploded. Your world became narrowed down to a sharp, blinding pain in your stomach. You didn't have time to look and see, just covering it with a jacket and hoping for the best.

When the three of you returned to the dormitories, you huddled on your bed, watching as Gi-hun and Sang-woo started arguing the way only childhood friends and siblings can. But the foundational moral difference between them is a hurdle that neither can jump, and you wouldn't be able to stop the argument if you tried.

Gi-hun is an optimist, an idealist, who believes in the good in people. So are you, but... you know that Sang-woo is the only reason Gi-hun is alive right now. You don't know if you would have had the stomach to push that guy, but it saved him.

The guards come in, effectively stopping the argument. They're carrying three black boxes with a gift bow on each. "Players, we sincerely congratulate and commend you all for successfully making it through the first five games. The three of you are now the finalists and as such, we have prepared a special gift for each of you. Before we reveal the gift, please take a moment to change into the outfits we have brought."

You're grateful to be the only girl left, getting the bathroom to yourself. You undress carefully, and it takes a moment to will yourself to even look at your stomach.

The glass piece embedded in your stomach was too large to be anything but fatal. Your hands shook as you pulled it out, crying out in pain. You feel weak, head spinning, and it takes all of your willpower to not crumble. You rip up your shirt into strips, each movement making you grit your teeth in pain. Trembling hands wrap each strip tightly around your abdomen, tears stinging your eyes, until you've patched it up enough to maybe stop the bleeding.

You can only hope that it's actually enough.

Your blood stains your hands, even after you wash them - or maybe it's a trick of the eyes, your very soul feeling stained. You splash your face with water, change into the suit from the gift box, and leave the restroom.

The dinner is tense, silent. The food smells delicious, and it's probably expensive, but it makes your stomach turn. You manage to eat half of your plate, knowing that if you survive, you'll need your strength.

Your eyes keep flicking to Gi-hun, watching him as he watches Sang-woo.

Gi-hun had come into this game with such bumbling light that it had been impossible not to be drawn to it. He always seemed to be smiling, or in motion, or trying to make someone laugh. He made everything, even this dire place, brighter.

And if the sparkle in his eyes caused a fluttering in your chest... that's something you couldn't admit to.

Sometimes, you liked to fool yourself into thinking that he looked at you with interest, sometimes. You'd bonded quickly, trying to keep up morale, and sometimes, you'd catch a lingering gaze from him. He was always quick to point out how young you are - too young to be in a place like this, but you've been living on your own as an adult since 18. You know how the world works, the toll it takes on you.

He's old enough to be your father, but he's nowhere near as jaded and cynical as that man is. Gi-hun is all things light and good about the world. He's made mistakes, ones that have piled up, but so have you, haven't you? You wouldn't be in a place like this if you weren't.

So he kept a barrier between the two of you, even as he let you creep closer and closer to him, as he let you cry in his arms one night, or gave you half his share of food. Too young, too young, too young. It felt like more of an excuse, than anything else. And you joked right back, calling him an old man, saying he has too much life experience.

But as the games went on, his smile slowly became less frequent. It took him a moment to laugh, like he'd forgotten it was allowed. Especially after the death of Il-nam.

His gaze became harder. And now, that gaze is focused on Sang-woo.

The steak knife feels like a warning, a bad omen, and you know you wouldn't have the strength to push its sharp edge into someone's body right now, but you take it to your bed, anyways.

It doesn't surprise you that Gi-hun walks over to join you, sitting on the ground beside you and staring across the room at his old friend.

You feel so, so tired. But you're terrified that if you fall asleep, you won't wake up.

Your hand reaches over, touching his shoulder, wishing he'd let you touch him more than that. You want to sink your hand into his full hair, press your forehead to his, curl up in his lap. You want to kiss him, to forget everything - you may as well admit it now, at least to yourself.

"Gi-hun," you murmur, squeezing his shoulder. "Promise me something?"

He doesn't react for a moment, then slowly looks up at you. "What?" Something in his eyes seems to settle, the longer he looks at you, but he's still on edge, wary. Something else, too - protective.

"Whichever one of us gets out... we take care of each other's family. Your mom and daughter, my siblings back home." It's hard to keep the wobble out of your voice, the knowledge that you've been sitting with that you won't make it to morning.

Gi-hun stares up at you, eyes softening at the edges. "Of course, I promise. But it doesn't matter, we're both making it out of here. We just have to outlast him." He turns to look at Sang-woo again, and you can't bear it, how these games have changed him so much. You cup his cheek, turning his head back to look at you.

His eyes go wide with surprise, but he doesn't look away. He just swallows. "Gi-hun," you say, again, like his name alone could save you. "There's... there's so many things I haven't said, I--"

"Why are you saying all this?" he asks, his brows furrowing, concern entering his expression. His hand reaches out to grab your waist, and you stifle a cry of pain.

He almost never reaches out to touch you on his own. You can count on one hand the times his hand has grabbed your arm, or brushed a strand of hair away from your face, or found your own. You don't even need all 5 fingers. His eyes go wide, and he pushes himself up, squatting next to you, his hand pushing aside the suit jacket. Blood seeps through the white button-down, staining you.

You smile weakly. If these games were fair, the glass wouldn't have hit you. You would have been safe, once you made it to the other side. What a dumb way to die, after everything. You didn't even lose the damn game.

"(Y/N)--" he gets out, voice choked, and he tugs up the shirt, a desperate look in his eyes. It would make you blush, if you hadn't already lost so much blood. If this were a different life, and he was pulling up your shirt for any other reason. He stares at your makeshift bandaging, a tremor in his hand as he brushes the blood on the skin of your stomach. "What happened?"

"Glass hit me," you say, eyes searching his expression. You couldn't take your eyes off of him even if you wanted to. "I... I don't think I'll make it to morning," you add, voice hushed, like it's a secret. And, even if you do make it to tomorrow, you definitely won't have enough strength for the final game. Gi-hun can only protect you so much.

Gi-hun's wide eyes instantly flick up to meet yours, his lips slightly parted in a hopeless little look. You want to kiss his sadness away. "Don't say that," he murmurs, his free hand rising up to cup your cheek. You instantly lean into the touch, wishing it could melt everything else away.

You sigh, eyes slightly glazed but focused solely on his face, wondering if it would be peaceful to die in his arms. Comforting.

Gi-hun notices how you stare at him... like he's the last thing you want to see. Your face is pale, even your lips almost colorless, and he knows, deep in his gut, that you're right. The blood has soaked through the fabric of your makeshift bandage, is smeared on his other hand. So many thoughts race through his mind - that you're the last person who deserved this, how nothing in this world is fair, how he wishes... wishes... He gently brushed your hair away from your face as his fingers slowly caress your cheek. He's trying desperately, futilely, to keep a tight lock on his emotions, his heart hammering. But panic is setting in, and something that feels an awful lot like heartbreak - no, scratch that. His heart is shattering.

"Please." His eyes scanned your face, committing every detail to memory. "Don't go."

His shaky words hit you like a large shard of glass to the stomach. Tears slip out of your eyes, tracing a path down your cheeks. You'd stay if I you could. "You've already watched 453 people die, Gi-hun," you say, aiming for a light tone. As if anything about this situation could be light. "What's one more?"

"It's different, you know it is, I--" He cuts himself off, clamping his lips shut, his big sad eyes never leaving your face.

You smile shakily. "What would it have been like, if we met somewhere else, anywhere else? Out in the real world?" It's impossible, now, to keep your feelings for him out of your mind, out of your gaze, out of your words. You need him to know, know that whatever he feels for you - and you know he feels something that he refuses to admit to - you return it tenfold.

Gi-hun's eyebrows draw together, his lips slanting uncertainly. "I don't know..." he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "You're... you're so young..."

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. Trying to be strong. Brave. His words are an admission to that underlying something, and you can understand that the reality of your age gap might be too much. But you want to live in the fantasy, the impossible world where you would be allowed to act on your feelings. Not the world where you're dying in his arms. "I think... you'd come into the convenience store I worked at. Just every once in a while. but then, you'd start showing up more, and we'd talk." You give a shaky laugh, sniffling, heart aching. "You do love talking, even to people you don't know. Used to be such a chatterbox, when these games started. And I'd look forward to your every late night visit. I'd have such a big crush one you-" You cut yourself off, taking a shaky breath, more tears slipping down your cheeks. "But I would know, even in that world you'd never let yourself want me back. Too young for you."

Gi-hun stares at you with parted lips, his eyes wide in shock. The unspoken thing between you, finally being voiced, it's too much. His eyes are teary, and you still have tears sliding down your cheeks. "Maybe you're right," he whispers. "I'm... so much older than you. I don't think anyone as young as you, so full of life, should end up with someone like me..."

You huff out a breath. You're not exactly full of life, now. Time is running short, the sand falling away to almost nothing. You sigh softly, gripping his bloody hand. "So we're doomed, in every life?" you ask shakily. "I'm dying, Gi-hun. And you still can't let yourself want me back." Your breath catches, and you feel so weak, resting your head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't care, how old you are. Maybe I'd ask you to get a drink with me, one night, if I got off early. And I'd buy us soju, and we'd talk. And when I was tipsy enough, bold enough, courageous enough… I'd try to kiss you." You swallow. "I think you'd let me kiss you, for just a moment. Maybe you'd slip, kiss me back. Just for a moment, a single, perfect moment. But then you'd pull away. And maybe you'd leave, telling me you're too old for me. But I'd want you all the same."

Gi-hun squeezes your hand tightly, and you're grateful you can't see the anguish on his face. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd pull away, after a moment," he replies quietly, but that's an admission too. He would allow the kiss, could see himself kissing back. "I'd walk away. I'd have to."

You can see it so perfectly, the late night in the city, outside a bar. "But I wouldn't want you to. Maybe I'd chase after you. In the street, late at night, the pavement wet from rain that's still falling…. I wouldn't want to let you go." You feel choked, but you can't stop talking, more tears rising and falling. "I'd tell you that I don't care how old you are, that what I feel for you is real. That I'd be happy to be yours. I'd tell you that just because you think you're too old, too fucked up for me, that it doesn't matter. That every day when I saw your goofy face, my life became a little brighter. That you made me so happy, that... that I wanted to be yours. That you deserve happiness. I'd ask... I'd ask if you thought I could make you happy, if I wasn't so much younger than you..." Your throat is too choked up to continue, tears strangling you, your own emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

His voice is raspy and low when he replies. "It doesn't matter. You're too young, too young to want me."

You give a humorless laugh. "See, but then I'd point out that you're not playing the game right. If I wasn't too young for you… do you think you'd be happy, being with me? If you kept insisting I was too young, that's… that's not the same thing as saying you don't want me, my Gi-hun."

His breath stutters, a sob-like sound slipping from his throat, as if you're dismantling every defense he has. "Yes," he whispers, the confession wrenched from him. "I'd be happy. I'd be the happiest man... if I could have you."

Something rattling inside your chest settles, feeling laid to rest. Your body slumps slightly against his, your face burrowing in his neck. "If I kissed you again, right then and there... would you push me away again? Would you let me? Would you kiss me back?"

His breath is ragged, obviously struggling with all the emotions he'd shoved away, and the reality of the situation overrides the fantasy. Still, he replies, his voice quiet and shaky. "I'd kiss you back. I'd... I'd pull you closer... and it would be too late, for me. I'd never let you go."

You sigh, the idea comforting you. Maybe it's all in your head, a shared fantasy, but it's yours. And his. "In that life, I think we'd make each other so happy. We'd be poor, but happy," you whisper.

He cups your cheek, pulling your head away from his neck. His face swims in your vision, and you fight to focus, focus on him and him alone. His other hand squeezes yours. He gazes deep into your eyes, every flicker of emotion obvious on his face. He's fighting his feelings, like he has been for days now, but for once, he's losing the battle. His breath shakes.

You make the first move, like you always seem to. With every last ounce of strength, you lean in and capture his lips with your own. You want this, want everything with him, but you know that all you have is this moment. So you kiss him, with every ounce of yourself that is left.

His breath is ragged, and he kisses you back with the same desperate edge of your own lips. He kisses you like he's starving, like he's trying to remember every last detail. His other hand slips from yours, wrapping around you, careful to not hold you too tight and hurt you further. He makes a small noise as he deepens the kiss, and you can feel the wetness of your cheeks, but you can't tell which one of you is crying.

You press your now free hand to his chest, over his heart. Your own heart is pounding as much as it can, but it's still a weak flutter compared to his. Everything about him tastes alive, and you give a small whimper, trying to forget everything else. You don't know if you believe in heaven, but if this is the closest you'll get, you don't mind.

"Gi-hun," you whisper between kisses, and he moans faintly, his hand sliding into your hair.

He whispers your name, over and over, like a prayer, a desperate plead. You press your forehead to his, trying not to sob. "I-I should have done that so long ago, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry (Y/N)--"

"Yes, you should have," you whisper, trying to infuse some light-heartedness into your tone, your hand stroking his face. "But I love you, even when you're a coward." If it's your last chance to say it, you may as well admit that you love him. "Win, for me. And once you've won, don't forget me. And don't forget yourself. Don't forget how special you are, how kind you are, how you deserve to be happy, to be loved. I would love you for the rest of my life if I could." You smile sadly. "Well. I guess I am, loving you for the rest of my life."

Gi-hun gives a broken noise, clinging to you desperately. You can see the tears falling down his face, mirroring your own. "I could never forget you," he whispers, his eyes wide, filled with anguish. "I--" His voice chokes up, and he kisses your cheeks.

It's okay, that he can't say it back. Your eyes slip shut, and you're so tired, so damn tired. You have nothing left inside you. Everything fades but his touch, the world feeling like a distant dream.

Faintly, you hear him sob, can feel his hands cling to your face, your arm. Your face is pressed against your chest, and even that feels far away, detached, like it's happening to someone else.

The last words you hear - or maybe it's your mind, making up what you want to hear in your final moments - are him whispering your name. "I-I love you too, I love you, (Y/N), please..."

It all slips away, like a dream. Horrible and perfect at the same time.

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newkatzkafe2023 · 3 months ago

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I really like what you wrote for my last request. Also, you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to, but may I ask if you could do a part two to that yonder monkey king X real world reader that I had requested but like it takes place during mating season? I kinda like the idea of read her being used to being human so she wouldn’t understand that she’s going through heat and that it’s mating season and so maybe the monkey King would notice what she’s going through and start to understand that she is in her first ever heat and offers to help her with it. Maybe For the movies and game it could take place after the events of The movies and game and for the TV show it could take place either before during or after season five. Again, you don’t have to do this I just thought I’d ask

Tsundere/Yandere Love Part 2😝

(Lmk Wukong) How annoying....Now you know deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep down you loved Wukong and Mk buuuuuuuutttt you can't pretend to like those two right now😒 You body is on fire, your pheromones are all over the damn place and your mood is very foul. Wukong was heartbroken by your behavior until he saw how many of the demons were out searching for mates. He put two and two together and realized you were in heat. Now Wukong had an opening on improving his marriage You had came home with more cup noodles to add to your she shed until you noticed him sitting on the bed, he was shirtless sitting in his boxers he began to gently woo you with back messages and chirps. You were biting your lip upon seeing him like that just being patient and considerate, feeling his hands on your body slowly removing clothes to get to the better parts of you before you both kissed. Let's just say you weren't gonna get better much faster without a lot of fun with your husband, Sun Wukong.

(MKR Wukong) Man, you would remind everyone of an angry cat, and you knew exactly why. Wukong would try to woo you and gave you affection, but you still continuously lash out on everyone, minus fruity being, the only one to calm you down. One day Wukong took one sniff at you and immediately knew that you were in your first heat, and started understanding your hostility (at least half of it😒) Your in your first heat cycle and it's driving you insane, which made Wukong spring into action. Now due to a nasty Strom coming the pilgrims had checked in into an inn till the strom blew over. Of course you took up your own room still showing him and the monk your favorite finger and Strom off to your own place, and that was the night Wukong worked his magic. Wukong snuck into your room with a small back filled body oils and cream to soothe your aching muscles, and it was working as you sighed in relief though Wukong started kissing your neck and shoulders. The next thing you both knew you were shaking the bed, as the strom raged on outside, as Wukong broke another wall on your heart.

(HIB Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhh dear, it's bad enough that you're very distant with Wukong and your little family, but your new body is on fire and cramping up. At first, you thought it was your time of the month, but this was a bit more intense, nor was their any blood, but you felt so much heat and exhaustion. Though because of this, you lashed out at Wukong even more, finding him annoying and clingy, as you stomped away from him. Wukong was on his wits end because you seem to strongly dislike him, and you're usually passive aggressive, not this. Though that's when pigsy brought up being alone again in mating season, and it hit him, you're in heat. It was mating season, and females have proven to be far more aggressive during this time, so you can imagine a demoness female's heat cycle. So Wukong went out of his way to make this as comfortable as possible, even giving you a she shed to rest in, though Wukong, of course, offered to join you and slowly kissed you. With how helpful he's been with you, you went on your paws and knees, and he mated you like their was no tomorrow

(NR Wukong) You watched enough natural geographics to know exactly what's going on with you. You were now entered your first heat in your new-ish body(Woooo🙄). This caused you to hit the bottle pretty hard lately it's bad enough that you're trapped in your favorite movie forever, and now it's mating season. Wukong noticed your behavior and how much of a bad mood you were currently in. Wukong knew that mating season was coming up, and it's clearly changing your mood. So one night, Wukong had set up his bed, making sure everything was ready for your endless mating sessions. Also, busting out his favorite bottle champagne, which is also your greatest weakness. When you came home, you noticed Wukong pouring a drink as he asked about your day. Boi did you go off on everything and everyone as you continue to rant about your lousy body and upon other things, then cried about wanting to go home about you not belonging here and other crazy rants. It wasn't long before a drunk you was getting flirted with by Wukong, you finally decided to try him as you were bored and horny. So that night you and Wukong had a very chaotic mating season together, what else's new you know 🙄

(Netflix Wukong) Believe it or not, this will be your first heat together, and your both will be going through awkward and somewhat changes. Lin was the first to notice the changes immediately, mating season made Wukong emotional and submissive while mating season made you aggressive and confrontational. Wukong was whine and cry for your attention and cuddles as he doesn't feel well, as for you....well you look like you eat nails for breakfast terrifying anyone bothering you Mostly Wukong. This immediately had to stop so with the help of dragon king, you both were send to a hot springs to calm your minds. What they didn't consider was you both going at it immediately on the living room couch, starting mating season with a bang. Wukong had made you scream to the heavens from rocking your world into Oblivion turns out your didn't really hate Wukong after what happenedlast time.

(BMW Wukong) Wukong was looking forward to mating season for months, he knew that it was your first heat and wanted it to be perfect. You were gonna have your first heat as his queen and wife, you have been pushing him away for a long time but now it's time that you love and accepted him. Wukong had made the world's most interesting and romantic date in history, you both started off with visiting a play then came the hot springs and Lunch. After a bit of shopping you both came home you more calm and subdued a bit, wiping tears Wukong began to make love in a way soooo romantic you both will never regret it especially Wukong.

(Destined one) MAN YOU HATED YOUR MONKEY BODY!!!! And the Destined one knew that. You were in extreme emotional distress, either crying, laughing, or yelling, and unfortunately, the only way you cope with your situation was to lash out and yell at the Destined one. The Destined one was also aware of your heat which makes the other symptoms understandable, you need his help but he not sure how to present it with out further upsetting you. You were crying your eyes out when you thought he wasn't around steeling the Destined one's resolve. The Destined one such a sweetheart and decided to finally give you the date you deserve, he used some pocket money and brought you an emotional support plush. Now Whenever your having an episode you could just squeeze your plush. The Destined one made sure to overwhelm you with so much pleasure you would forget why you were so angry in the first place.

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greythemed · 2 years ago

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𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ how is like to date kim gun-woo. ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1775.

dating gun-woo was like listening to my love by justin timberlake but the difference is that he wouldn't ask you to be his love bcuz he's a shy boy and would act exactly like only by lee hi

holds the door for you EVERYTIME like it's not even funny how gentleman-ly this man is

first time meeting your family? gun-woo is bringing every dish his lovely mother is capable of preparing in one day because he wants to impress your parents so bad (especially if you come from money while he doesn't) like he is so scared he'll mess something up

LISTENS TO YOU! i think gun-woo would be a good therapy friend but an AMAZING healing-era boyfriend. like family issues? imma suffocate you so hard with my love that you won't need anyone else anymore babygirl.

late-night therapy sessions where you both trade one secret for one kiss because it's cute and vulnerable while laying upside down on your bed and w pinkies intertwined. and if something about the relationship (or smth the other did on the day) is bothering one of you, late-night calls are a MUST - no matter where you are or which time it is.

his only source of relationship advice are guilty kdramas he has watched during the pandemic (when he wasn't punching random henchmen lol) and woo-jin so expect A LOT of misunderstandings from this guy

like one time he thought it'd be cute to surprise you with flowers at your work because he saw it in one kdrama and wanted to do the same but completely forgot you worked at a morgue as a young autopsy so you were horrified for a whole week💀

buys you sweet snacks every time he goes out like it doesn't matter if he's BROKE, he'll bring something for you, and don't bother stressing he'll keep doing the same till eternity no matter what

miss here has a late-night craving? gun-woo is running to the closest store at the darkest crack of dawn to buy you your wish, even if you try to stop him "don't worry, love, i'll be quick" and proceeds to kiss your head while putting his green puffy jacket on and rushing.

honestly let’s talk about that. IT HAS TO GO AWAY. definitely going to be your first gift for him: A NEW JACKET. like give her a break gunwoo-ya, she's not goin' nowhere bestie ✊😔

your 'dynamic trio' is a little stressful at the start. i truly believe woo-jin would test the SHIT out of gun-woo's partner, no matter how much the boxer tries to prove to him you're no threat. like mister mayweather fan won't let you breathe the first time you guys meet, making direct questions like "what are your intentions with my babyboy right here? 🤨" or "if you're planning to leave him someday and brake his heart, i WILL find you"

super-protective woo-jin boyfriend mode is off the instant he finds out you're striving to be a doctor one day and help the world to be a better place and stars are starting to accumulate in your eyes while you talk. (he still threatens you sometimes tho).

after that the DOUBLE DATES' SEASON starts (because woo-jin also has his partner after all) and suddenly your group of friends consists of your boyfriend, your boyfriend's boyfriend, and another unfortunate third wheel caught in their bromance.

he's such a shy baby and you're such a social butterfly girlie so we might have some contradictions about where to go on date nights. like one week is staying in movie nights where you’re all cozy and gun-woo is sleeping at the first five minutes of the movie (“i swear it wasn’t on purpose babe🥺”) and the other is freaking museum rides and “i heard this new place at the mall is SO good we have to try it!!!!”.

but when it comes to physical activities? you’re SO done. like NO GUNWOO I DON’T WANT TO WAKE UP 5 IN THE FUCKING MORNING TO RUN AT THE BEACH WITH YOU😡😡😡. (he dreams of the day you’ll say yes).

watching? maybe. he gets all sweaty and sexy for you, i can imagine his partner just staying there in the corner wrapped in a cozy blanket and eating some snacks while he’s working the fuck out in the garage. like i got you bae don't worry! from right here🧍🏻‍♀️ . and he loves it.��

absolutely adores praising, especially regarding his physic or gym evolution and gets all shy when you do it because “really? have you been payin’ attention to me?🥺”.

really values traditional corny-ass attitudes like protecting your head every time you get out of the car, walking on the side closer to the street, holds hands so he literally doesn’t lose you (it happened one time, you saw a rainbow-y burrito trailer and went for it without even thinking), ladies first always, pays for food when you get out or buys you flowers.

after he and woo-jin took their part of the money, the first thing gun-woo did was open his mom’s café and buy them a house just like mister choi said. he started working out more and working on his physic to maybe try and win one more tournament but he ends up meeting you and your father and meeting so many new people that wanted to take him under their wing 😊.

he literally had to pick which sponsor he’d choose to run for the belt. he got quite famous for jumping two categories in one year and from then on gun-woo made a few winning his pro fights.

he did what he loved so you supported him, biting your nails every time he’d take more than one round to knock his opponent out and cheering with his mom beside you in her new apartment every time the fight ended.

you’re so his passenger princess. this man will be moving mountains to do what you want and he’s so good at it.

on days when he’s more clingy and vulnerable expect this tall man to be glued to you. sometimes when you can’t be reached he will just call you to hear your voice on your break from work and straight hit the gym to soothe his anxiety.

in death’s anniversaries, he’d be the same. would stay silent the whole day if you don’t talk to him because it’s so painful to remember what happened to them all in one day. so you need to be careful and engage him in soothing activities or just distract him respectfully.

nsfw under 🤗

gun-woo is such a giving person and he wouldn't be different in his relationship. sexually speaking? this man doesn't know where to start. you guys end up having a real conversation about this because gun-woo doesn't know how to enjoy things where he's the benefitted one and only wants to give, give, give. its sick.

it doesn't help the man is fixated on eating you out too. like, honestly he'll die a happy man if it is between your legs. at first, you had to teach him a lot of things (you were basically his first everything, after all) and the boxer took that as a fucking challenge. picture that every night he'd be knocking at your door not even saying hello and going straight to business because "i want to do it right this time, angel. is this okay? am i making you feel good?".

*dies while writing this*

there is a gun-woo before ep.6 and another one after ep.6 and we all know it. but the thing he didn't change was his heart, right? so the boy that watched netflix kdramas with his mom after gym sessions during the pandemic while eating ramyeon is the same man that takes you to bed after a romantic date and not only DOESN'T rush you to do anything but also asks if you want him to sleep on the floor because maybe he'll make you uncomfortable?🥺 and he doesn't want that. (even though you've been dating for ages by now lol)

so when you glance at him asking “bae, what are you doing?” he is stuttering like “sleeping on t-the… floor?” “get your ASS back here mister kim imma teach you how to be a man😾”

honestly, he finds you SO funny that even during sexy time he’ll laugh at your jokes. like genuinely laugh and you’d consequently laugh at his reaction too and then sexy time is gone for the next 10 whole minutes till he shuts you up and goes back to business.

big boy up and down we've all been through that already, right? right.

sometimes it pisses you off that he takes everything so serious and it takes the sparkle away for you. but it’s because everything is so new to him that he feels like he has to be amazing on his first try and it infuriates you.

“you good?” he raises his head and looks into your eyes in confusion. “you’re doing it again, can’t you please just feel instead of thinking for once?” you question and his big round eyes make an appearance. “oh… i’m sorry”. and starts doing it right because in his head, that was also a challenge.🙄

gun-woo is a shy man. while i do not agree when i see people calling him a bottom, he’s not approaching you first babe get over it. gun-woo is the type of man that needs a little “it’s okay i want sexy time now pls” so his key is finally turned and the beast is unleashed. not saying he’s a freak because he’s probably a super traditional guy but you know what i mean.

that drabble i wrote? he needs your okay first to iniciate anything. my man could be busting his pants, fully hard n leaking and won’t even utter a word.

stamina>>> he's an athlete like c'mon

don't expect any replies from this man if you send him nudes in the middle of the day someday. boy will be BLUSHING the rest of his chores forever. and he won't have the heart to stare at you for a whole week if you don't approach him first.

you'd be all "lol you're blushing baby 🤭😆" and he'd be like "why did you do this to me?🥺🥺🥺 now i want you more for the rest of my life and forever".

you cannot say that this man doesn't feel like some of justin bieber's songs (specially company like ok i might have to make a playlist just about him)

i'm going to end this here and let y'all starve.

making a playlist about him after this for safety purposes. i could make this for hours and hours no joke, mom come pick me up pls i'm scared.

this blog is desactivated, if you want to reach me, follow me on my new account ( @zerocoded ) new kdrama content there soon, xx.

#kim geun woo x reader #woo do hwan #kim gun woo #bloodhounds smut #bloodhounds kim geun woo #bloodhounds #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds kdrama #bloodhounds netflix

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random-potat · 8 months ago

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and they were roommates - kjs. - pt. 4

part 4. moving in (wc. 456)

Packing your belongings that's enough for six weeks in forty-five minutes is definitely easier said than done, but alas, it is not completely impossible. Honestly, you can't really tell if you are overpacked or underpacked. What mattered most was that Bada didn't kill you for procrastinating.

With five minutes to spare, you rush down to the parking lot to store your luggage in the trunk of the car.

The rest of your members come down to say goodbye. Let's just say the dramatics were turned on, that's for sure.

“I'm surprised you actually packed quickly,” your leader says.

“What can I say? I'm serious about my cookie dough.”

"I can't believe you’re leaving me behind,” Ria dramatically wails.

Rolling your eyes, you pull her in for a hug. “It’s not like I’m permanently moving; I’ll be gone for like six weeks.” You pat Ria’s back and say, "Plus, we’ll still see each other for practice.”

“That’s only if there is something to practice for.” Eunwoo interrupts, hugging the two of you.

Bada lovingly pinches Eunwoo. “Don't say that, Eunwoo, we still have festivals to practice for,” Bada says as she joins in the group hug.

“As much as I would hate to break this group moment, we really have to go now, YN,” manager Woo interrupts.

After saying what seems to be but isn’t really your final goodbyes to your group members, you head into the car for a long one and a half-hour drive away from the city.

After a long ride that only involved sleeping, you arrive outside of the shared villa that you’ll eventually be sharing with five other people, who also happen to be idols. “Can’t wait to get cancelled,” you thought.

Manager Woo begins to give you a quick debrief of what is going to happen.

“Everything is already set up in the house. The producers will be in the hallway guiding you where to go, and you guys will all be entering individually.”

“Wow, this is some Love Island-type shit. Minus the love part,” you quickly look around your surroundings, “and the island,” you respond.

Manager Woo gives you a stern look and says, "After that, everything is going to be directed by the producer. Schedules will be sent to you like normal, but most things won’t interrupt the filming for this show.

You nod your head.

Manager Woo gave a small smile, "Just enjoy the experience, don’t take everything too seriously, okay?”

"Sir, yes, sir.” You send a mocking salute.

Getting out of the car and dragging your luggage towards the house, you take a deep breath in and out. “Of course I’m the first one going in. Well, here goes nothing. A hot new bombshell enters the villa.”

a/n: very subtle love island references cause that was my hyperfixation when i was writing this in the summer :p but other than that hope you guys are enjoying it so far. really just creating this as i go but i do have ideas that i know i want to be in the story, so we'll just have to see where this ends up lmao!! also school has officially started as im posting this so that's really fun :)) much more writing to do although essays aren't fun

synopsis: With long-time K-pop fans asking for another season of the infamous variety show We Got Married, MBC brings it back with a spin-off, We Became Roommates. As a way to bring K-pop fans together, the first season involves six idols born in 2005. With seeing each other every day, doing missions for every episode, making memories, and fans watching and shipping, blossoming friendships and a bubbling romance can't be helped. pairing: idol!jongseob x fem idol!reader genre: idol au, crack, fluff, humour, coworkers to friends to lovers

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amoristt · 25 days ago

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「 ✦seong gi-hun/reader ✦ 」 tags: sfw // hurt/comfort, post-games season 1, gihun is traumatized, angst

a/n: sorry this is so dramatic i was in a vibe while writing it lol pack it up wattpad. sometimes i like to just word-soup and hope it all comes together also u guys should totally listen to this song its sooo good wordcount: 1,200 |

・❥・ if it were up to you, you'd have already pried open his chest and fished out every thought and feeling he kept stored away there. all those rampant things shoved taut between the weary bones and rigid muscle. you’d always wanted to be let in, to know what he knew. feel what he felt and be the stable ground under his sore feet. but as fate would have it, it wasn’t up to you, and waiting for Gi-hun to come around was more akin to the luring of a stray animal than anything else. the entire being of him, down to his very atoms, had been molded to withstand and bear an eternity of suffering in creaking silence. some great damn holding back swollen valleys of despair.

everything had built up and become so much and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to let it go. he’d been down that winding road before- and he’d been called every name in the book as a direct result of it. from the police to his neighbors, not a soul believed a word out his mouth. he was simply a liar on the best of days, and a no-good failure of a father on the worst of days.

so, he adapted. and he grew silent.

but even with the ferocity of his resolve, one could only hold back that flood for so long.

you were so kind, and you had been waiting there for him all along. you caught him one particular evening at the brink of something catastrophic and you knew in that moment, if those walls of his were to ever crumble to dust, it would be right then, right there. the perfect push and just the perfect prod.

you were right.

unraveling all at once was like an art, you think. because when Gi-hun finally lets you in, it starts with these heavy pregnant pauses. he retains the cautious brain power to pick every word that left him carefully. to say it all just right, to be presentable and worthy of being believed. shrinking himself down as he grew restless, afraid to be too much as he recounted all the horrific things he’d seen and done. and those what he could not stop.

the seams of him began to pop and ripple, this sense of frantic urgency growing by the second. your heart responded just as intensely, caught between swelling as you were allowed to bear witness to all of him whilst also breaking into a thousand fragmented bits as he spoke.

he blamed himself more than he didn’t.

Sae-byeok, Il-nam, Sang-woo. three-hundred and forty-five faces that would haunt him for the rest of his life. all losers to his miserable winner, so it was surely his fault they'd never left that place. it was his fault, in fact, that it was his fault at all. for failing in so many aspects of his life that led him to the games in the first place. doomed from the very start and walking the curb of failure until it took him all sorts of terrible places.

by the end of it, with doe-wide eyes and a heaving chest, he waited.

it was so much to take in at once you could barely make space to swallow it all down. it slithered its way down your throat and settled with the weight of a boulder in your gut. perhaps your expression seemed too far away, or perhaps he saw something in those that distant expression he’d seen far too many times already, because he leaned back on his heels. a miniscule distance further from you, but growing space none the less. subconsciously, so subtle you'd miss it if you blinked, but you saw it. he was already preparing for the shut down.

you try to recapture him when you touch his face. gently cupping the sides of his boney cheeks and making right and sure he was looking straight into your eyes.

you believed every word that left those lips of his. you'd believe anything, you think, at the edge of your metaphorical seat and feeling the endless push and pull of his gravity. the urgency of him was all consuming, and perhaps you were a fool, but you believed him. from the games to the piles of dead to being dropped off by mysterious men in the middle of the night.

to the billions in his bank accounts oozing in blood and regret, and to the darkness in those eyes of his that have seen much more than was meant for him.

that energy of his is starting to whither away by the second and he's focusing those beautiful browns elsewhere in shame, and you cant stand to see him go. not again.

“i believe you.” you blurt.

it reels him in fast as a lance of lightning until he's filling the gap. nimble fingers find you before you can find them, clutches at your shoulders and drags down your skin until they're firm along your forearms.

“you believe me?” like he cant believe it.

you nod, because you do. by god, with every fabric of your entire being, you believed him. and the light in his eyes shone just enough to catch when you’d said it, gripped you by the shoulders and shook you loose right there. a rush of hope skitters under his flushed skin and races through his veins and it cries into his ears, you believe me, you believe me.

there were walls around him so rugged, a constant shove of claustrophobic isolation. there was a time where you wondered if you, truly, could ever reach him at all.

but he wasn’t invincible, nor impenetrable. he was just as much weak as he was strong, both as frail as a bird and as solid as the ground below.

so when he fell into you, you could do nothing else but curl your body around the shape of him like shield. like the perfect blanket in a soft bed sheltered from the raging storm, or like warm, warm loving arms with hands gathering all those pieces of him together. the rupture of him was like feeling the sun for the first time, because he was all yours. in your hold, in your embrace, burrowing away under your skin.

Gi-hun is all that he is. even with the layers of grime and misery, he is always Gi-hun. impulsive, self-indulgent. antsy with the inability to still until this very moment where all time froze at his fingertips. flustered, broken apart by the edges and hiding his face away into your skin.

alive, sweet and soft and not the edgy hardened creature he’d become within the shadows of the games.

you rebuild him by catching his cheeks in your hands once more and pressing your lips to his forehead.

before they’re the cacophony of woes, the first of his cries are quiet, sniffling things.

and when his lungs are aching and properly expelled, they die off as softly as they began.

#gi-hun x reader #squid game #angst #seong gi-hun x reader #gihun x reader #seong gihun x reader

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mysteriouslyjovialcolor · 3 months ago

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Europe 2016

-This is an interesting looking track

-“We have a Mercedes and a Red Bull in the front row here”

-Wait -this is Baku- why did I not make that connection earlier? My brain is fried, excuse me

-Oh Lewis is starting p10?! Am I finally about to see a Nico win?!!???

-Ohmygod this is the first ever F1 race at Baku?

-Did Lewis lose places??

-Checo!

-Where did Max start? Why is he p8?

-So many yellow flags already

-Oh okay Max started p9

-I’m assuming qualifying at a new track threw some drivers off

-“He’s got Hulkenburg right behind, and that car is capable of good things” please please please please

-Woah that move from both Valterri and Lewis on Max?!

-Valterri has been that man, even in a Williams (will forever be salty about his time at Sauber- I will however always cherish Zhou and Valterri being teammates)

-Max may not be having a good race but Daniel is

-Aaah Sebastian!! That was so quick!

-Spoke too soon about Danny staying p2

-Max and Fernando pitting early?

-People thinking of one stopping?

-KR: “There was some ******* plastic flying around, I had to avoid it”

-Oh who’s retiring? Kvyat

-“Hamilton’s getting the double tow from both Williams cars”

-Max p16 😭😭

-Nico took off so fast, they haven’t commented on him since the start

-“Box, Sebastian, box”

SV: “Are we sure about this? Tires are looking fine”

“We are about to be undercut by Ricciardo”

-“Interestingly Hulkenburg is quite ahead of anyone else who was on the same tire” please please please please

-Sebastian actually hasn’t boxed yet. Neither have the Mercedes

-Checo p3! (Don’t think he’s boxed either actually)

-Woo Lewis p4!

-Come on Max

-Five seconds for Kimi?!? Ughh

-Yes Max!!

- All top five cars haven’t boxed yet

- Hulkenburg p7 (please please please please)

- Max back in points!!

- LH: “I’m struggling with the breaks. I’ve got vibration”

- “Hulkenburg and Raikkonen going wheel to wheel” That was such a good move from Kimi

- Such a consistent race from Checo- if he loses track position because of a pit stop I will scream

- Yesss he overcut Lewis!

- “Rosberg can pretty much make a pit stop from the lead now and still get track position”

- “Let’s have him Kimi, it will change our race if we have him” Yesss Kimi…ohmygod why did I have to get reminded of the penalty?!

- So not used to Max having such a quiet race

- Also kind of want to see Nico win from further back on the grid..any recs?

- Let’s go Checo!!

- Apparently Valterri and Max have been beefing cause the commentators keep getting excited when they’re close together on track

- Ayy are Force India going to pull team orders?

- I get it though, Checo definitely has more pace (plus he’s on a completely different strategy)

- Seb finally pitting. Ah Nico too

- Oh Max pitting again?? How come?

- I really need to learn more about tires

- “And in comes our race leader” Honestly I forgot all about him

- Checo holding back Lewis is just everything

- Where has Max come out?

- Nico back down in p13. For my sake, please please make your way back up

- “Okay Pascal, please be careful on turn 8, please be careful on turn 8, we’ve got a final warning”

PW: “I’m not cutting turn 8 with all four tires”

That was so whiny. I love it

- Yesss Nico!!

-Honestly confused on Red Bull strategy

-Where has Max come out?? Why is no one telling me??

-Kimi p2!

-Nico back in points!

-Carlos leading a DRS train. Daniel stuck right at the end of it?!

-Max p17?!?

-What is Red Bull doing??

-Ferrari 2-3! You don’t see that much (this 2016 season)

-So annoying that Kimi is p2 but has a penalty

-“Hulkenburg, drives past Carlos Sainz, very easy that” Yess Hulk p8!

-LH: “Is there no solution to this?”

“We are working on it

“You guys need to pick up the pace”

-I’m assuming it’s not fun being stuck behind the same guy for over half the race

-“And Raikkonen gets out of the way. Sensible move from Ferrari” Excuse me while I go cry (Yes,I know it was a strategic call. No, I will not like it unless it’s benefiting my driver)

-Whyyy is Max still out of the points

-“Thank you Kimi, thank you”

KR: “Yes, but now you tell him to push. I don’t want him right in front of me”

-“We haven’t really seen any big mistakes from the drivers” Whyyy do you want to?!

-Oh yay, Max points

-What do you mean telling drivers what modes to be on was banned under 2016 regulations? That’s not still in action is it?

-Carlos???

-What is going on with Lewis

-LH: “I haven’t changed anything or done anything that’s wrong”

-Still confused as to why they can’t tell him which setting is wrong?

-How has Daniel gone from p2 to now running p8? What was Red Bull even thinking?

-Shoutout to Kevin Magnussen for going from the pit lane to p11

-Nico back to p7!! (Yes yes yes yes)

-10 laps to go

-Aww Wehrlain has retired

-Really need Kevin to stay p11 actually

-Hahaaa Lewis has figured out the settings apparently

-Ayy Alonso retiring as well??

-✨ Baby Ocon ✨

-“He is amazing Sergio Perez” Always the tone of surprise

-“Verstappen getting past Felipe Massa for ninth place” Man has come back to where he started

-“I can’t answer Kimi. I can’t answer”

KR: “For sure you can say yes or no”

-Why has this regulation thing not shown up in any other 2016 race I’ve watched

-“No one’s in the same race as Rosberg” This is how he won the championship

-Aww Kevin dropped to p14

-Checo frustrating Lewis while Nico frustrates Daniel

-“Nico Hulkenburg, who won Le Mans, this time last year” WHAT

-Nico Rosberg about to get the grand slam>>

-Ohmygod Checo’s about to make podium!!

-This was the most chill Azerbaijan race I’ve watched ever

-Ohmygod Max, how did he manage to get past the Force India so much faster than anyone else did??

-“Perez does not need to pass this Ferrari, just going to remind you here” He’s going to get past anyway!! Let’s go baby!!

-“Nico Rosberg has become the first ever formula one race winner at Baku”

-“Well done Checo, you did it in style there”

-Nico, Seb, Checo podium>>>

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blazinghotfoggynights · 6 months ago

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Crazy things you'd like to see happen in season 8 or (if ABC is so kind enough to greenlight it) season 9.

I'll start:

1- Eddie stops being straight and the priest stops being celibate. Together.

2- Buck has to watch Eddie slowly venture out of the glass closet he's been in forever.

3- Buck spirals and bounces between whore and hermit.

4- Eddie spirals and gets stuck on whore for a while. A loooooong while. And he is a proficient, popular, busy one.

5- I want to see Eddie start number four with women, get a therapist who helps him dig through the beliefs vs truth and religious guilt, and he realizes he isn't as straight as he thinks.

6- I want Eddie to add men in after number five.

7- I love messy drama, so I want a Tommy return, but not for a second chance. I want Buck to feel like he has to cling to Tommy to have a chance at a partner, so he seeks him out for closure only for Tommy to ask if it is true Eddie is dating men now and then ask why Eddie didn't go for his wooing attempts.

8-I want a Buck breakdown. (I have times that I love whump.) Abby left. Ali left. Taylor couldn't be trusted. Tommy was with him only because Eddie didn't want him. Eddie is never around because he's putting in lots of hours making up for all those dry spells. Cue self-loathing, self-doubt, self-esteem issues, his abandonment issues eating him alive, and the guy having no clue he is jealous af. I want crying. Lots of crying.

9- I want Tommy to run into Eddie and hit on him. I want Tommy to tell Eddie he did everything to try to date him, but thought he was straight. I want it to end with a fight. (I told you, I like messy drama.)

10- I want Buck to come close to leaving because he feels he can't stay, but he doesn't know why. Every member of the 118 family should ask him why he thinks leaving is a good idea. He can't articulate anything other than he can't take it anymore, but can't tell anyone what "it" is. They should all remind him of what he has in LA and what he would be losing. Just before he goes too far to turn back, Eddie begs him not to go and Buck goes off, asking him why he cares, since he isn't even around anymore. Buck tells him to go find some rando for the night like he's been doing for months and get lost. I will give the writers cookies if Buck is shoving Eddie out of his door and yelling at him to just go.

Then, Eddie breaks because he sees boxes being packed, Buck's loft being emptied, and realizes Buck is slipping through his fingers. Buck stops because he realizes why he is losing it.

The have realizations at the same time.

Buddie canon begins.

Add your own headcanons or wishes in the replies.

As always, this may or may not become a fic. If anyone else wants to try it, remember to hit me up with the link to read your work!

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me-and-my-3lovers · 1 year ago

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A Helping Hand

Human! Jensen Ackles x Alpha! Male Reader Smut!

When a slip-up in a drinking game changes your life years later.

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Background : Alphas, Betas, and Omegas are rare. Only about 10,000 of them are in the world, everyone else is a normal human. You have been on Supernatural since the beginning as Sam's twin brother, and now you’re on The Boys with Jensen too.

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, drinking, foreplay, oral sex, male fingering, male-on-male sex, knotting, scenting, polyamory kind of. That should be it, let me know if I need to add more. This is my first fic!

Masterlist

-- 2017 --

Filming is tiring and we finally hit a free weekend. No conventions, no shooting, and Jared, Jensen, and Misha decided to stay in Vancouver. We were in Jensen's apartment. Feeling nice and tingly when Jared suggested a drinking game, two truths, and a lie.

"So," Jared started, about 5 shots into our little drinking game "y/n, truth or dare?"

"That's not even the game we're playing!" Misha says, his third shot in his hand.

"Shhhhhhh." Jensen whispered, too far gone for discretion or grace, "Let it happen,"

Your head is pounding already, "Fine, I choose truth." You said, preparing yourself to take another shot.

"Out of the three of us here, who would you rather knot?" Jared asked, a smirk forming on his face.

You couldn't think straight. You realized too late that it'd have been better to just take the shot instead of answering. "Jensen, he smells the best."

Both Misha and Jared started wooing and cheering. Jensen took another sip of his beer while blushing.

"But why not me?" Jared asked, throwing you his puppy dog eyes.

"Because you're annoying," Misha answered before me.

"And you stink!" I added before taking another shot.

The entire night was a haze the next morning. Everyone was hungover and wanted to go back to bed. But Jensen remembered what you said about knotting him and he pondered what you meant by that for years.

-- 2023, The Boys season 2 set--

"You're close to your rut," Jensen says as he walks up behind you.

"How would you know, tracking it?" You asked sarcastically, grabbing a plate and a mini powdered doughnut.

"I talked to Misha, you've been irritable the whole day." Jensen follows suit and grabs a powdered doughnut.

"And why are you talking to Misha about my rut?" you asked between bites.

"Because he lives with you and because I know about your… arrangement." Jensen says as he takes his first bite.

"Cryptic. Now if you’re done here we have a fight scene to shoot." You dismiss the conversation, and walk away, leaving Jensen with his unfinished doughnut.

After filming for the day, Jensen comes up to you at your apartment.

"When I opened the door I thought you'd have more clothes on." You say as Jensen greeted you, only wearing his Soldier Boy robe.

"May I?" Jensen asks motioning to enter.

"Why not," You shrug, opening the door a little more to allow Jensen to walk in before closing it. Looking at him you wonder what he's here for.

"You need someone to help you with your rut. You’re too old to go through a rut yourself." Jensen says with the utmost sincerity. There it is.

"Old?! I'm four years younger than you! And what do you know about alphas and ruts? I've gone almost my whole life dealing with my rut myself," You cross your arms like a defiant five-year-old.

"I know that every time you’ve dealt with it alone you've come out the other end looking worse than shit." Jensen pinched the bridge of his nose, "I know it’s harder for you to deal with it yourself, so let me help you." Jensen grabbed your hand and squeezed it, "I talked to Danneel and Misha, they both agreed to let me help you. Don't be stubborn, please." Jensen kissed your knuckles and then stared into your eyes waiting for an answer.

"You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into." You caress his cheek with your other hand, "It's not a pleasant experience. I won't be me. I'm animalistic, borderline violent, during my rut…" You turn away, looking anywhere but his eyes.

"I'll be fine," As Jensen pulls you in for a hug, you take a deep inhale. He smells like firewood, vanilla, and sea water.

"Are you- did you- you couldn't have…" You press your bodies closer so you can smell it better, "You're wearing Omega perfume!"

"Since I came here." Jensen chuckles and starts petting your hair as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, "My little alpha,"

You back Jensen against the wall suddenly. "Careful Jen, you shouldn't say that unless you mean it." Your eyes were completely red, the rut hit you like a freight train after smelling the omega perfume. "It's dangerous."

"I like dangerous… Alpha."

You swiftly strip off Jensen's robe as well as your t-shirt before crashing your lips together. He tastes like mint and vanilla. Jensen quickly undoes your belt and pulls down your jeans before you flip him against the wall. You start kissing down Jensen's back painfully slow. Taking your time to kiss his shoulder blades, and his lats. God was he beautiful, and built like a brick shit house to boot. You made sure to run your tongue down his spine before reaching his magnificent ass. You took your time massaging each cheek before spreading them apart to get to your prize.

You licked his ass hole and he moaned like a wanton whore. It was primal and guttural like he'd been waiting for this. You let your hands squeeze his hips as you licked him again, and again, and again, until he started begging you to do more. You had the tip of your tongue pressed against his ass hole but not penetrating.

"Fuck me!" He sounded gruff and demanding.

You slowly pushed your tongue into his warm hole, circling as much area as you could. Jensen pushed his ass back into your face, wanting you to go deeper, explore more. Your tongue kept the same rhythm, in and out, in and out, getting him all nice and wet. When you pulled your tongue away, he started whimpering before you pushed a finger into him.

"God, want more, need more"

His hips started moving when you added a second finger. Spreading his ass open with both fingers, getting him prepped to take you. When you added a third finger his head rolled back and you felt his ass flutter around your fingers. He was ready.

You removed your fingers and got up from your knees. You flipped Jensen around so he was facing you. You grabbed the back of his thighs to lift him up and push his back against the concrete wall. Pinned between you and the wall, Jensen's ass was hovering over your dick.

"We can stop right now. We can forget this ever happened and go back to our normal lives." You whispered into his neck, still nuzzling where he put the perfume on.

"Alpha," That was all Jensen needed to say before you lowered him onto your dick. Jensen took a deep inhale once you were completely sheathed. "I never knew it would feel this good," Jensen panted. You growled and rested your forehead against his, giving both of you some time to adjust.

You kissed Jensen on the lips, then his cheek, then his neck, and then back up to his lips before you started thrusting. His ass felt like heaven and quenched the burning feeling in your body. Pulling out until only the tip was in before slowly thrusting back in. You kept that pace until Jensen wanted more.

"Faster, harder, I need more alpha!" God, that did something to you. You picked up the pace and you could feel your knot start to swell. Jensen was bouncing against the wall and you could feel his pre-cum leaking on your stomach. Both of your bodies burning hot and looking for release. "Right there, oh god, right there," Jensen moaned into your ear, and scratched down your back.

The pace was brutal and he was taking it beautifully. My Omega, my Omega, beautiful Omega, Omega, Omega, Omega. You bared your teeth against his neck.

"Alpha!" Jensen came and you could feel his cum against your chest. Jensen laid his head back against the wall, neck all exposed and sweaty as he was coming down from his high.

You barely refrained from claiming him as your knot popped and you came in him. Both of you coming down from your highs, you took him to your room and laid him onto your bed. Jensen closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow. Both of you were exhausted and out of breath.

"Good night Jen," You kissed his forehead, "Thank you for this,"

" 's was amazing," Jensen grumbled back, cuddling into you, "love you."

"I love you too, now to to bed."

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respectthepetty · 2 years ago

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as a major fan of your Thai BL list, I shall now ask about your Korean BLs! 🤩

I think I can actually trust you 😌😌

Anon Two, thanks for tag-teaming this with the previous Anon, so y'all could squeeze another list out of me. To recap, I've already given y'all:

Top GMMTV Actors

Top GMMTV Pairs

Top Five Taiwanese BLs

Top Ten Thai BLs

So what's one more? @lachikapercebe also asked for this list, but requested only my top five; however, since I already started the list without a specific target number from Anon Two, and Korea gives some of the best confessions in the genre mixed with color coding, I can't reduce the list now. It's too late for me to trim it. I am attached to each pick. They are my children, and I can't desert them, so . . .

Top Ten Korean BLs

Rising Star - Love Tractor

I don't trust Korean BLs. A majority are too short, so either the beginning is confusing or the ending is flat, but unless Love Tractor completely fumbles the second half (which it could because . . . Korea), this will be a yearly top and even possibly an overall top for its country and all BLs. It's that good to me. It's hitting all the normal K-drama notes while being oh-so-very-gay. And as a rural queer, it pleases my soul to see country life presented in such a kind and beautiful way.

#10 - Roommates of Poongduck 304

Mr. Petty Peter Jae Yoon independently earned a spot on this list. Ho Joon was a jerk and a true nemesis when the show began, but Jae Yoon started effing up Ho Joon's home life the more Ho Joon kept messing up his work life, so it was a beautiful tit-for-tat the first few episodes; then, Ho Joon lost focus and wanted a consensual workplace relationship. His father appreciating his new attitude and rejection of his ladies' man ways was a delight to witness since we all knew it was due to him falling in love with a man. And oh boy did he fall in love. That entire conversation of Jae Yoon saying it's impossible for two men to fall in love, only for Ho Joon to respond that it was impossible for him NOT to fall in love with Jae Yoon is a top tier confession for me.

#9 - Blueming

I have issues with Blueming solely due to its ending because I was just as pissed as Siwon was at Daun. Maybe even more so. All was going well; then, the end of episode nine pulled a Thai episode eleven, and DAUN TOLD HIS MOM TO PICK THE FILM! I understand men in love do dumb shit, but that was a bold choice, and a very, very, VERY wrong one. As the youths say, "that was not the move." However, the cinematography was delicious like their silhouettes with that bewitching blue backdrop and their first kiss was realistic. Pretty kisses are cool and all, but the awkwardness of desperately wanting someone yet not knowing how to physically perform is true to many people's experiences and should be spotlighted more.

#8 - Choco Milk Shake

I only trust two entities with poly: Thai director Jojo, and Korea's Strongberry, so the fact that Strongberry did not give me poly when it was so clearly laid out is the reason this show isn't in the top three. It had a supernatural plot, great characters who were all well cast, and a happy ending, so WHY NOT POLY? I don't care if the rest of the world is ready or not. I'M READY! We are getting a second season, so if I if get a kiss AND a vocal acknowledgement of Milk and Choco's love for each other when their love for Jung Woo was well established in season one, this will cement its place in my heart and on this list forever.

#7 - Light on Me

Sixteen episodes with most running about thirty minutes?! A love triangle where I could root for both love interests?! A straight boy who earned his spot at the queer table?! Light on Me had it all and then some! Looking at my various lists, it's clear I am not fond of high school dramas, yet I was seated twice a week to see how our neurodivergent baby boy, Tae Kyung, fared that week in his adventure through social norms and annoyances, like trying to help a fellow peer by giving him back the dildo he dropped in the hallway, but getting yelled at instead. I was not Team Shin Woo until that cellphone confession, and then all I could see was Shin Woo. I'm telling y'all, Korea understands how to confess its unwavering love. Gets me every time!

#6 - The New Employee

As the BL fandom continues to evolve and expand, we will get more BLs geared toward adults and workplace dramas, but hopefully, they take the approach that The New Employee (and Thailand's Step by Step) did and make the work environment part of the drama. Working adults, sadly, spend a majority of their time at work, so finding love at one's job seems reasonable, but if anyone has experienced coworkers breaking up, that shit can get rough, real quick. So having to navigate a relationship with someone you work with, especially someone of a higher authority position, ON TOP OF being queer can be stressful, and is something I want more BLs to explore. There are levels to being out, and for most queers, being out at the job is not a possibility, but finding love anywhere is always a possibility, particularly for our late 20-something virgins.

#5 - Semantic Error

The fact that this came out in 2022 is beyond my understanding only because it seems like I have appreciated it for at least five years. This has become a comfort watch when it first started as a "nothing else is on" watch. I have never cared so much about honorifics in my life as I did watching the slow transition of Sang Woo’s emotional walls crumbling under Jae Young’s affection through language. As much as I hated the idea of forced collaboration (aka group projects), seeing the way Jae Young squirmed his way into Sang Woo’s every waking thought and had him seeing red to the point that Sang Woo was saving screenshots of Jae Young’s Instagram posts was a delight and one of the major reasons I keep returning to it. But the layered confession about Sang Woo finding Jae Young, a man, attractive which lead to Jae Young's countdown kiss is, once again, the reason Korean BLs win in the confession department.

#4 - The Eighth Sense

I'm still really bothered by some of the discourse that came out of this show about how it was better than everything else ever because the comments were reductive about the BL genre, yet some of the comments resonated with elements I loved about the series, mainly its look at mental health and trauma. It was a beautiful show, but the message it carried throughout about depression being isolating and taking the light out of people's lives hit me in a way that if this was the Thai list, I would have left it off because it felt like a personal attack. Wanting someone to save you from yourself, but terrified to drag them down with you was not the plot I wanted, but was the story a lot of us needed to see. We also needed to witness someone actively going to therapy. Let's continue this trend!

#3 - Our Dating Sim

"Have you been well . . . without me?" - Put this on my tombstone because I died and came back to life from this utterance alone. Episode four was already killing me, but once Eddy snapped and allowed all his emotions to spill out in front of Ian, the show came for all my past lives and future ones too. Deceased. I wrote this about the show while it was airing, but no other show has done the leave-him-because-I-love-him plot as well as Our Dating Sim. This show nailed it then made a billboard to boast about it because it was perfection. Ian's reasons for leaving were valid, but the show really shined by allowing Eddy to voice his anger at being ghosted for seven years by his best friend and someone he loved. It even touched on the trust issues that stem from someone saying he loves you only to abandon you. Just know I have NOT been well since this ended.

#2 - To My Star 1 & 2

The first season was almost perfect. The cat/dog energy, the "If it's hard for you, I'll come to you" confession, and the budding kink of Ji Woo kissing a tiny bloody wound on Seo Joon all served in a quick nine episodes gave me everything I needed, so I thought this would be my #1 the second season two was announced, but understand the sequel hurt me. The foundation was great: everyone came back, it had more episodes, the episodes were longer, and the conflict always existed in the first series, so a last-minute twist wasn’t invented. Yet, every single episode hurt. Much like I Told Sunset About You, it was realistic to the point that I expected it to end with pain. If season two was its own show and not a sequel to one of my favorites, it would have ranked higher because it was beautiful, but knowing the magic the first series possessed, and having to be a bystander to all the angst for EVERY EPISODE WITH NO RELIEF was tough. But, somehow, here I am secretly hoping we get blessed with a third series. That’s the power of the Star.

#1 - Long Time No See

Small flex - I've been involved with an international queer film festival for over a decade. I've seen easily over 1,000 pieces of queer media including feature films, short films, and documentaries through the screening process, which only adds to my always growing personal watched list. Long Time No See was one of those films. It didn't make it into the festival because I think it was already available on a streaming platform (maybe?), but it was a top for me then, and it's still a top for me now. Is it a BL? Not really. Is it a show? No, it's more like a two-part movie. So why am I allowing it to reign at the top of this list? BECAUSE IT IS AMAZING! In 2017, we were still getting the bury your gays trope shoved down our throats, so a film about two assassins getting a happy ending was a miracle. I read comments from some who did not like the portrayal of "toxic love" but were probably fine with Mr. and Mrs. Smith beating each other with cooking utensils for all the world's children to see, so God forbid, the queers do anything like want to kill AND fuck each other. Niña, Pinta, and Santa María, LET THE GAYS DO CRIMES TOO! Oh, and it's Strongberry, so because of this film - In Strongberry I trust.

#top korean bls #long time no see #to my star #our dating sim #the eighth sense #semantic error #the new employee #light on me #choco milk shake #blueming #roommates of poongduck 304 #love tractor #korean bls #in strongberry we trust

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theresattrpgforthat · 9 months ago

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Okay! So, is there an RPG that's more rural, like farms and fields, windmills and carts, swamps and forests, but also still like big monsters and magic? Vibes wise, something akin to Amphibia the show, or Atomicrops the game. I'm sure one could just repurpose any regular RPG to make a world like that, but I'm curious :3c

THEME: Farming Plus

Hello friend, so I have a few games here that feel at least slightly fantastical, as well as a game that definitely works as a post-apocalyptic kind of game, although I don’t think any of the games listed here have the cartoonish-ness of either Apmhibia or Atomicrops. My main goal was to find games that felt like they communicated a slice-of-life style of game, while making room for a setting that feels outside of our normal experience. I hope you still find something that works for you!

Take Root, by katykoop.

You've achieved the dream! You have a farm, in a cool place full of forests and the mysterious dungeon keep, and there is the promise of glory-- with a festival at the very end of the year. Play against several farmers, with a world master controlling it all, to win by having the most points in your farm display.

Each season is condensed into 9 days, with harvest on the 4th and the 8th. Unlock cool items through random events with NPC's, buy livestock, and traverse the dungeons of Dungeon Keep.

This is take root.

Take Root is a very procedural game, with each player responsible for their own farm, which they are tasked with caring for until harvest and the bringing of your fruits to market. The phases of the game are (predictably) sorted into 4 seasons with 9 days in each season, with two market days per quarter of the year. Different seasons have different basic crops, and certain items are more valuable than others.

However, you’re not just farming in Take Root - you’re also venturing into dungeons, and trying to romance select NPC’s. Diving into the Dungeon Keep is dangerous, but could have you coming away with rare items that give you money for seeds or items that allow you to fulfill mini quests - such as wooing the love of your choice, for example. The end of the game results in a winner - the player with the highest accumulated points, acquired through selling items, adventuring, and romancing NPCs.

All in all, Take Root is streamlined and simple, and yet manages to combine both dungeon delving and farming into one neat little brochure.

Farmtasy Simulator, by Guanaco Games.

The goal of this game is to build up your farm by managing resources, while dealing with threats both mundane and fantastic. Using cards for the encounters and dice to determine the outcome of actions taken, the player will gain resources and try to figure out how best to use them to continue building their farm. This game is meant to be played with one player and a GM. Farmtasy Simulator can be used as a supplemental mini-game for an on-going fantasy campaign, or as a standalone to enjoy some agricultural fantasy hijinks.

This is meant to be a two-player game, with one player and one GM. The character has dice and five stats with varying modifiers, while the GM has a deck of cards that they will pull from over the course of each year, used to generate encounters that will make the farming difficult. Farmtasy Simulator appears to be primarily designed as an add-on to another game, incorporating farming mechanics into a larger story. I think it might be a neat way to watch time pass for one character who’s trying to settle down and start a farm - perhaps each player takes their turn running through the simulator with the GM, or the GM use this as a mini-session with the only other player available to build their backstory before they went adventuring.

What’s So Hard About Farming?, by K.Petker.

This is a game about working on a farm and dealing with the triumphs and hardships of such a life. It might not be any kind of farm or farmers you’re familiar with, but the connection to the growing green and the earth is still there. Regardless of the season, there’s work to be done. And things might get a little weird.

I don’t own this game, but my experience with What’s So Cool About…..? games is one of light rules and plenty of freedom to let you take those rules where you like. What I expect from this game is just enough rules to give you a reason to roll dice, and the rest of the world is up to you.

On the plus side, this means that if you want to farm in a swamp, or in a post-apocalypse… well, you can do that! On the downside, the experience won’t fundamentally change according to to the setting unless you decide to do a bit of game design yourself, which is a delightful challenge for some, and an unnecessary amount of labour for others, so take from that what you will!

Mectors, by Harper Jay.

After the war, thousands upon thousands of bipedal mechanized fighting vehicles (or “Bimechs”) were left scattered across the land. Many were brought back to the capital cities to be repaired or scrapped, but the majority of them were too damaged to be easily transported. With the war won, the victors simply left their mechanical refuse in the battlefields to rust and wither.

In Mectors, players take on the role of a farmer, miner, fisher, carpenter, or some other worker in a labor intensive field. Mector Owners come from all kinds of backgrounds. Some own a Mector that’s been in their family for generations. Others came across theirs recently, through purchase or luck. And a rare few have managed to piece their own together using scraps from decommissioned Mectors, but this is even harder than it sounds. No matter how they got it, they now have a powerful tool with a long history.

I’ve recommended Mectors before for a similar request, and I think it definitely holds up as a great option for a fresh take on the slice-of-life farming sim - because it involves mechs! The setting is post-war, in a country that has learned to beat their technological swords into highly efficient plowshares - and the troubles that plague your settlements are less sinister and just the problems of a small community, such as the mushroom fungus spirit who is willing to guide lost travellers out of the cave, but also can’t seem to stop herself from feeding them mushrooms that also leech away their memories. If you want to tell stories about people solving everyday problems, set in an agricultural setting that’s wholly divorced from our own, I recommend Mectors.

Weeds in the Waste, by Megan Cross.

Weeds in the Waste is a solo storytelling game about tending a garden in a post apocalyptic wasteland.

Determine the state of your wasteland, create your gardener, plant your seeds, and tend your garden as you play through the seasons in the wastes. It is a narrative, storytelling game played using 2d6s and a 6x6 grid, as well as a series of prompts.

As primarily a solo game, much of the tone and pace of Weeds in the Waste is set by you, the singular player. This includes describing how the world ended, and how your garden started, as well as what kind of gardener you are. The game moves through different phases for every season, indicating what parts of your hard work pay off, and what parts are unfruitful.

The end game (and reflection phases) revolve around what withers, and where - which I think is truly reflective of the post-apocalyptic themes in this game. Try as you might, the current conditions of the wasteland can only be so fruitful, and you will have to learn how to live with a drastically reduced yield in comparison to the work that you’ve put in.

There are also rules for multiple players of Weeds in the Waste, so you can also make this a collaborative effort, answering the questions together, and strategically planting your crops as best as you can.

I’d Also Recommend….

My Small Town Farming Recommendation Post (some overlap with this one)

Grandpa’s Farm, by Tyler Crumrine.

Iron Valley, by M.Kirin.

#farming sim #farming #cozy games #indie ttrpgs #tabletop games #game recommendations #dnd #asks

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So Tragic and Rare

October (pt. 22)

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Us Weekly Article

KEELY HALLORAN SEEN ENTERING BOSTON BROWNSTONE WITH MYSTERY MAN!

News of rockstar Keely Halloran has been quiet in the past months, with sightings limited to New York and some overseas excursions (Spain and Australia to name a few). But last night, paparazzi caught Halloran sneaking into her Boston brownstone with a mystery man. Who is this person? Fans have no idea. Since April, when Halloran's own publicist shut down any rumors of a relationship, stating that the rockstar was and planned to be single for a long time, there have been only whispers of possible matches for Halloran. But now, it seems as if she has found someone. The only questions remaining are these: Who is this man? Where did they meet? And how long has this connection been going on?

Star Magazine Article

KEELY HALLORAN'S ROMANTIC SUMMER Sparks are flying for the pop princess turns rockstar and apparently have been for a while. When the pap photo of Halloran and a mystery man walking into her Boston home was published, all the usual questions were asked. Who was he? When did this happen? Where did they meet? How long had this been going on? Well, we can now provide an answer to last question. More photos have surfaced of Halloran and her mystery man jetting around Europe, with stops in Athens, Madrid, and Rome. Why are these photos appearing now? Our sources say that they actually weren't sure if who the blonde that they were seeing arm-in-arm with her man was Keely Halloran. Before this year, the most the rockstar has been seen outside of the United States was Ireland to visit her extended family. Even during her five-year relationship with actor Declan Connor, the pair was mainly spotted in New York, LA, and Boston. Halloran's new man seems to be pulling out all the stops to woo the rockstar. We shall see if his efforts will be appreciated. If not, this summer will surely be great inspiration for Halloran's next album.

halloranhollerin Tweet Oct. 6 Keely... WHO IS HE????

kellymattison7 Tweet Oct. 6

me if this man decides to break Keely's heart

annielaine05 Tweet Oct. 7 Oh, this is delicious!! I want all of the info. Please Keely we NEED to know!

justkeelingtime Tweet Oct. 7 Y'know I don't really care who he is, she just seems happier. Looking back on her solo pap shots, she does seem - I don't know - lighter? I'm happy if she is, no matter who she's with!

InTouch Weekly Article

KEELY HALLORAN'S MYSTERY MAN REVEALED!!! It is finally confirmed! The man that has been photographed with rockstar Keely Halloran, the man who Halloran spent a whirlwind summer with, is none other than Carolina Hurricanes star forward, Andrei Svechnikov. The two were caught embracing in one of Halloran's town-cars after the Hurricanes home opener down in Raleigh, North Carolina, where the Canes won their first game of the season 4-2 over the Pittsburgh Penguins. It is important to note that Halloran did not attend the game but one can imagine that she was cheering on her new beau from a different location. The reveal of Svechnikov's identity puts many things into perspective, giving people possible answers to the questions surrounding their relationship. The two could've easily met at last year's NHL All-star game where Halloran was one of the four celebrity guests present. Shortly after the event, rumors started swirling of Halloran seeing someone. These whisper eventually died down in April when her publicist Heather Griffith declared online that the rockstar was single. Did Svechnikov and Halloran connect over the summer or has this been going on longer than any of us could've imagined?

comphycozy Tweet Oct. 12 SHE'S DATING ANDREI SVECHNIKOV?!?!?!

willystyles88 Tweet Oct. 12 OMG guys were we all idiots? Were they dating when we all thought it was her and Swayman? - reply by swaynswoon I don't think so. Her publicist said she was single. I don't think she would've said that if they had been together before April - reply to swaynswoon from bostongal2871 maybe she said that to throw everyone off and keep their relationship private? - reply to swaynswoon from garretalvin89 so she's a puck bunny then - reply to garretalvin89 from swaynswoon that's not what I said AT ALL

kierralewis84 Tweet Oct. 13 NOOO!!! GIRLS WE LOST ANOTHER ONE!! Damn Keely, couldn't have gone for someone else and saved the hockey boys for us??

air_rick1221 Tweet Oct. 13 Andrei definitely outkicked his coverage - reply by halloitsme what are you talking about, they are both gorgeous!!

john_128 Tweet Oct. 13 Svechnikov spent all that time during the off-season to shoot his shot at a rockstar instead of shooting pucks on net. - reply by mistasvech didn't he have almost 70 points last year? - reply to mistasvech from john_128 yeah but only a single assist so far - reply to john_128 from mistasvech and? still a point + they've only played three games!

TMZ Sports Magazine Article

WILL ANDREI SVECHNIKOV'S NEW RELATIONSHIP BE A HINDERANCE TO HIS GAME? Star right-winger for the Carolina Hurricanes has been making headlines as of late but not for his on-ice achievements. Instead, Svechnikov has been the newest fixation of gossip magazines for his connection to rockstar Keely Halloran. The two of them were recently seen together leaving the Canes home opener in one of Halloran's town-cars. But they have seemingly been making waves long before anyone knew they were together. Pictures of the pair spending their summer together hopping around the globe tell us that the two of them have been enjoying each other's company for a while now. But has Svechnikov been too focused on wooing his new girl instead of focusing on his game? With every weekend spent in a new exotic location - Italy, Spain, Greece, Australia, Singapore - it's a wonder that Svechnikov had any time to train for the NHL season... if he even did. The Carolina Hurricanes need their winger to be at the top of his game, ready to bring the Canes to the first Stanley Cup victory in almost 10 years, not following a rockstar around like a leashed dog. Will the Canes season and playoff hopes go down in flames? Or will it be Svechnikov and Halloran's relationship? We're hoping for the latter.

a/n: i did say dating a rockstar wasn't easy! also, i hated myself typing some of these articles/tweets but i think that means i'm doing my job so hopefully you all agree!

taglist: @fallinallincurls @laureniray @comphy-and-cozy@smileysvech@pyotrkochetkov@thewintersoldierdisaster@svexhenthusiast

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Tag Game Tuesday Wednesday: 911 Lone Star Fandom Edition

Tagged by @liminalmemories21 and @freneticfloetry thanks, and good timing! You both caught me on my lunch break

When did you first start watching Lone Star? Who or what introduced you to the show?

I can't remember the exact timing, but I'm pretty sure I watched the first two seasons while s3 was airing and then caught up after - I wanted to start earlier but I had some issues finding a way to watch the show here!

My introduction to the show was via @three-drink-amy telling me to watch it (repeatedly), @clottedcreamfudge's judicious use of gifs from the show in the gc and a bunch of SC mutuals yelling about the gay howdy wee woo show on my dash every week.

Season 4 was the first season that I watched "live" which I did with @welcometololaland, both of us texting and screaming as we watched each episode together hours and hours after everyone else had.

Which season is your favorite?

Season 3, hands down. I don't know that they'll ever beat it?

Who is your favorite character? (Bonus: If you answered TK or Carlos, who is your favorite besides them?)

Other than Carlos and TK, I think it's Grace. I just adore the her energy and the way that she takes everything in her stride and even when things are hard, she's very practical about it. Also she doesn't take shit from anyone.

Top five episodes. Go!

I don't think I've ever tried to do this? I'm generally very bad at choosing, my SC fave ep list contains three episodes that I insist must be watched together so they only count as one ep hahahaha Anyway, in no particular order, and not necessarily by episode title or number because I can't be arsed looking them up:

Push, my beloved

3 x 13

the one with Lou

Bad Call

the Soulmates one

Bonus: the Marjan ep in s4 which was just so, so good

If you could pick any character to be given a "begins" episode, who would it be and what would that episode look like?

Either Nancy because we know nothing about her and I want to know, or Paul because I think he's had such an interesting journey.

What is a scenario or storyline that you would like to see in season 5?

I love @liminalmemories21's idea of a Halloween ep! It would be so fun!

We probably won't get it because of the shorter season, but I'd love more Lonestar-is-a-comedy-actually episodes like Red vs Blue and the (original) Lou arc.

More realistically, I'd love to see Carlos actually grappling with the consequences of his actions in s4 and also working through his grief and TK helping him do that. And I'd like to see an absence of Owen love interests.

What do you think is going on in this still?

I want it to be something silly like Lou 2 is lost in the loft and Carlos is Not Happy about it (the reason for TK's posture) and then he answers his phone in the middle of all of that, hence the facial expression. The phone call isn't that important, it's Owen asking Carlos for help on a side quest.

We all know about the elusive 5x05 spicy scene that has been teased, so what is your prediction for how it could possibly top 1x02?

I don't know about a prediction, but I'd love to see them getting distracted from getting ready in the morning. Carlos (in just his underwear) waking TK up with a kiss and TK pulling him back into bed for a good make out session and that turning into more. A very different vibe to 1x02 but hot nonetheless.

Where was the Tarlos honeymoon in your mind?

I think it was somewhere close to home - with the accelerated wedding timeline (lol) they didn't have time for a long trip for to somewhere far away, and by all accounts, travelling overseas wasn't on their radar anyway (see: TK's disbelief when Carlos says he wants to go to Tuscany). So a long weekend at a nice resort somewhere. Enzo paid for it as their wedding gift because he couldn't make it to the wedding when they moved the date up.

Shoutout one of your favorite fan creations.

Just one (1)? Impossible! This Rafa fan art by @ambiguouspenny made me actually say "oh fuck" the first time I saw it. I adore the way @whatsintheboxmh uses light in all of her fan art. I love @howtosingit's Carlos episode edits because they a) let me watch all of the Tarlos scenes on repeat (and before I actually get to the watch the episodes when they air because time zones), b) give me an easy way to check canon dialogue and c) make it easy to convince new people to watch the show when they sneak into my DMs and tell me that the number of Tarlos gifs I am putting on their dash is tempting them. @liminalmemories21's Knave-verse might be my favourite Tarlos AU, everything about it makes me swoon. Okay, cutting myself off now.

Tagging: @welcometololaland @howtosingit @three-drink-amy just so they know my earlier tags in this post were tags to do this and also @lightningboltreader @orchidscript

@danieljradcliffe @guardian-angle22 @reasonandfaithinharmony @alrightbuckaroo

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @nancys-braids @heartstringsduet and anyone else who wants to play 💖 PS. if ao3 user olympia2007 is here on tumblr, I'm tagging you too (and please come say hi)

#tag games

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