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tightjeansjavi · 2 years ago

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Cigarettes & Feelings

“I know you see me there you’re always playing this game”

(Javi Peña x f! reader) Part 2 (+18)

A/N: if there’s one thing I love, it’s a man in denial about having a crush, and a man coming to accept that he does have said crush. It’s chefs kiss. You’ll be angry with Javi in the first half of the chapter (he’s a douche) but after a quick trip to the brothel, he’s got his shit straightened out..well, sorta.

Happy reading! ♡

~word count: 3.9k~

Summary: Agent Peña, Bogotá's infamous playboy. Has he met his match when he meets you, the US Embassy's newest receptionist.

Warnings: Javi acting like a stereotypical douche/playboy, Murphy tells him to cut that shit out, Javi takes his frustrations out at the brothel, smut (not with the reader) protected sex, nipple play, doggy style, praise kink, very light breath play, teasing, pillow talk, nicknames such as: cariño, hermosa, muñeca, whore is used but not in a derogatory sense, Javi is put in his place twice, denial of feelings of course, Javi and the reader reach a middle ground by the end of the chapter, angsty vibes, internal thoughts, denial, pining (if you squint) Javi is turning over a new leaf thanks to some much needed advice, ends on a cliffhanger sorry not sorry hehe, (+18) minors dni!

Agent Peña Playlist:

Bogotá, Colombia 1988

It had been a whole month since you started to work at the US Embassy in Colombia. An entire month of Javier Peña’s fruitless attempts at getting you to fall for his vexatious charm. He’d go out of his way to make a comment about your nails. Saying that a specific shade of pink that was doted on your nails, really brought out the color in your eyes. Could he be any less original? Every time ‘querida’ or ‘hermosa’ or any other nicknames Javier had so graciously given you would slip past his plush pink lips, your eyes would immediately roll like a pair of dice. It was becoming a routine for you, turning down agent Peña’s flirtations towards you was a piece of cake. The other receptionists started to catch on as well and no longer fed into the agent's bullshit.

Javier was feeling personally vexed by you. Even more so now that he could no longer look forward to a quick fuck from one of the other receptionists that used to be wrapped around his finger. It seemed like you were going to end up being a real thorn in his side. Murphy on the other hand was truly getting a kick out of seeing his partner getting shot down by you everyday. It was like clockwork, and a breath of fresh air to see Javier be humbled by you.

“You know..she’s really not even that pretty. Average at best.” Javi had muttered with a cigarette pursed between his lips as he was going through another file that could potentially help bring down Pablo Escobar.

“Wasn’t it just the other day you were saying that she was the hottest thing on two legs? Or were you talking about someone else? Hard to keep track of all of them, Javi.” Murphy didn’t even look up from his typewriter and he already knew that Javi was rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, that was when she wasn’t getting in my way of getting some decent pussy around here. She’s somehow managed to get every single fucking woman in the office to turn on me. Un-fucking believable.” Javi was in fact rolling his eyes.

“Why don’t you just jerk off like a normal fucking person if it aggravates you that much. Or, I don’t know, maybe not eye fuck her every chance you get? Just a thought. Connie would be tearing you a new one if she heard the shit that just came out of your mouth Peña.” Murphy reached over and snatched the file from the agent's hands without another word.

Javier's eyes narrowed over his desk. He was feeling annoyed and perhaps even a little offended by Murphy’s words. “Is that what your married life consists of? Only having the option to jerk off? You poor poor man.” He pushed himself out of his chair with a huff as he doused his cigarette out and grabbed his leather jacket. “I’m going out.” He announced to the other agent before grabbing his badge and gun and strode out the office space. He walked right past your little cubicle, and you could feel the irritation radiating off of his skin as his magnetic cinnamon brown eyes met yours for a millisecond before he was quickly looking away, gritting his jaw tightly.

Murphy was chuckling under his breath as Javi announced his departure. His stature alone was a dead giveaway on where exactly he was headed off to. Javi often visited the local brothel whenever he was facing frustrations that could only seemingly be coddled by his cock sheathed in a woman’s warmth. “Uh huh. Enjoy getting your dick wet, asshole.” Murphy muttered to himself before he got up from his desk and made his way over to your cubicle.

“Let me guess, he’s off to the brothel again?” You looked up at the agent with a small grin graced across your features.

“He sure is. I think you’ve really managed to get unimaginably deep beneath his skin. I gotta say, I’m impressed. He’ll be back after he goes and licks his wounds. Good job on keeping him humbled.” He shot you a wink, giving you a light fist bump.

“Have I really? I had no idea he was that sensitive. You’d think at this point he’d just get over himself.” You let out a faux sigh of disappointment.

“Javier? Getting over himself? Not a chance, sweetheart. You’re certainly giving him a run for his money. It’s a breath of fresh air to see.”

“A man’s gotta give up eventually, right? How long is he realistically going to keep this up?”

“Not Javier I’m afraid. The only way he’s going to give up is if he feels like he stands no chance. Right now, he still thinks that you’re just playing a game with him.” Murphy stated what he felt was the obvious.

You couldn’t help but laugh and shake your head. Javier Peña was vexing you in his own way.

“A game that he has no chance of winning.”

The sound of skin slapping against sweat soaked skin mixed in with high octave moans of pleasure could be heard through the thin walls of one of Medellíns many brothels. Javier was a frequent customer who tipped well, and never left a woman there feeling unsatisfied.

Catalina was his personal favorite at this brothel but he wasn’t particularly picky either. He just liked her for the fact that she understood him best. Always let him vent to her after he’d fuck her brains out. He never had a problem paying her extra for her services.

His hand was firmly wrapped around her throat with his thumb lightly applying pressure to her windpipe as he fucked her from behind. His free hand found purchase around her middle, grasping firmly around the soft tissue of her breast as he yanked her back against his chest. Her strangled moans drove him forward as he snapped his hips against her ass at an unforgiving pace. His lips were all over her skin, her cheek, jawline, neck. He was a biter. His teeth nipped at the skin below her ear as filth slipped past his lips. “Give it to me, hermosa. I need it so bad. Soak my cock with this tight little pussy. C’mon, muñeca. Give. It. To. Me.” He grunted deeply against her ear, letting his hand drift from her breast down her navel where his fingers began to toy with her clit, rubbing the small bud in tight, expert circles.

She came undone around him shortly after, crying out his name.

Javi. Javi. Javi.

“Cata, how do I get through to someone as stubborn as her? This game her and I are playing is fun, don’t get me wrong, but she’s so fucking frustrating.” Javier spoke with a soft breath, resting his arm behind his head as she lit the cigarette between his lips, brushing her fingers across his jawline gently.

“Javier, not every woman is going to be interested in you. Although, I can’t wrap my head around as to why..” she pressed a kiss to his bicep, resting her cheek along the crook of his neck.

Javi took a deep inhale as he let his free arm gently drop along her shoulders, fingers lightly dancing across her warm skin. “She’s the first woman I have come across that hasn’t shown a lick of interest in me. Or, she just does a real damn good job of hiding it from me.” He chuckled, blowing the smoke up towards the low-lit ceiling.

“Are you nice to her, Javier? You’re gorgeous, no doubt, but not every woman is into asshole DEA agents. Maybe you should try a different tactic and see how she responds? I know women very very well. We deserve to be, and should be respected by our male counterparts. I may be a whore, who enjoys being fucked like one, but that doesn’t mean I’d enjoy it if you degraded me, or made me feel like I was less than a person.”

Javier paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep inhale. No, he hadn’t really thought about it that way. Had he disrespected you and just not realized it? Perhaps Catalina was right, perhaps he needed to take an entirely different approach when it came to pursuing you. “Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty nice. I make comments about her nails and how the shade she is wearing really brings out the color of her eyes. Okay, and I eye fuck her at least once or twice a day. I’ve respected you, haven’t I? I’ve..never degraded you, have I muñeca?”

Catalina couldn’t help but lightly giggle as she pressed a soft kiss to his neck, reaching up and plucked the cigarette between his lips and brought the unlit end to her own, taking a slow drag as she rolled over onto her back with ease. “My sweet, it sounds to me that you might be developing a crush for this girl, hmm? Has Javier Peña finally met his match? Perhaps you should stop eye fucking her, and cool it with the compliments. Those end up growing old very fast, and she probably would appreciate it if you had..a normal conversation with her? You have always respected me, Javi. You happen to be my favorite customer and no, it’s not just because of your cock. You’re a passionate lover, and I appreciate the fact that you’ve never treated me any differently for the fact that I’m a whore. So why would you treat this girl any differently?”

Javier couldn’t help but scoff under his breath at her comment about him having a crush on you. Javier Peña did not have crushes. He fucked with no strings attached, period. “Hermosa, I do not have a crush on her. Since when do I ever have crushes? Do I look like a little school girl to you?” He chuckled, rolling over onto his elbow, propping himself up. He let his hand drift around her bare breast, lightly toying with her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before he was leaning over and replacing his fingers with his mouth as he wrapped his lips around the nub, kissing and licking languidly.

Catalina let out a hum, letting her eyes flutter shut as she took another drag from the cigarette. She slowly slid her fingers through his sexed up hair, twirling a strand around her finger. “Denial is the first stage to acceptance, Javi. I know a man that has a crush when I see one, and you most definitely have one cariño.”

Javi let out a low growl, scraping his teeth along her sensitive nub as he flicked his tongue across it, nose firmly pressed against the top of her plush breast. “I. Do. Not. Have. A. Crush.” He enunciated each syllable against her skin just to prove his point.

Catalina let out a low hiss, nearly dropping the cigarette from between her lips as she gripped his hair at the roots and firmly tugged on it. “Keep on telling yourself that Javier. You and I both know you’re lying.” She mewled.

Javier ignored her as his hand drifted down between her thighs and he wasted no time to coax them open so he could drag his fingers through her slick. “Hermosa, less talking. Let me take care of you some more.”

Javier didn’t leave the brothel till almost the evening hours. He paid Catalina handsomely for her services and then some. Before returning to the office, he made a quick pit stop at his apartment so he could shower, and rinse away the aroma of cum, and the stench of sex that was still lingering on his skin.

He was surprised to see that you were working late on a Friday night. He expected that you’d have some plans to go out dancing or drinking with friends. The night life in Medellín was like none other. More so, he was surprised that you were walking over to his desk of all places. What game could you possibly be playing at now, he wondered.

You weren’t 100% sure as to why you felt like being the bigger person and saying goodnight to Javier before you’d leave the office for the evening. Your feet were moving before your brain could stop you, and soon you found yourself standing in front of his desk.

He had a cigarette pursed between his lips, (he always did) and the smoke billowed up around his face like a gray halo. He was anything but a saint.

“Goodnight, Javier. I hope you have a pleasant weekend.”

Javi slowly looked up at you. He gave you a once over, despite Catalina’s warning to not do that anymore. His brow was raised as you bid him a good evening. “You as well, cariño. Have any fun plans for the weekend?” He was genuinely curious to hear your answer.

Your Friday night plans consisted of a bottle of wine, and a good book. You hadn’t made any friends as of yet, but Javier did not need to know that. That’s the last thing you needed the DEA agent to know.

“Uh huh. I do have fun plans actually.” The way you were no longer meeting his stare, was a dead giveaway for Javi to know that you were lying to him.

“Yeah? Well, what are these said fun plans that you have hermosa?” Javier asked with a smirk playing on his lips, taking a deep drag as the tip of the cigarette burned bright orange.

“Okay, so I lied. I don’t have any fun plans. Unless you consider going home and curling up on the couch with a good book, and a glass of wine, fun plans then no.”

Javier was shocked for the second time that evening in a matter of mere minutes. “You mean to tell me that someone as attractive as you are, has absolutely no plans to go out on this beautiful Friday night in Medellín? I don’t believe that for a minute cariño.”

“Yeah, so how about you don’t rub it in my face? Thanks. Anyway, I’m leaving now.” You were already turning on your heel when you felt Javier’s warm palm gently make contact with your wrist.

“I’m not trying to rub it in your face or anything like that hermosa. I’m genuinely just shocked that you’re not going out tonight. Medellín has so much to offer.” He paused, thinking about what he could say next and then it hit him. Here was his chance to see you outside the workplace for once.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to come out for drinks with Steve and I, and his wife Connie. I just have something to finish up here, and then I am going to go meet them.” He doused his cigarette against the ashtray, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he waited for your answer with a bated breath.

“Are you inviting me out for drinks because you think you’re going to get lucky tonight? Cause if that’s the case, then no. I’ll politely pass.” You fought the urge to scoff at the fact that he even bothered to ask you.

“No, that won’t be necessary at all. Can’t a coworker ask another coworker out for drinks and not assume he’s going to end up lucky?” Javier had a frown playing across his kissable lips that made you want to believe that he had an ulterior motive. Truthfully, you would much rather go out for drinks than spend another night alone.

“Okay, fine. No funny business, right?” You looked at him with a raised brow, arms crossed over your chest.

“No funny business, cariño. I promise. I’ll be on my very best behavior.” Javier assured you.

“Great. Glad that we’re finally on the same page, Peña. I’ll just need to run to my apartment real quick to change. These heels are fucking killing me.”

Javi was already up from his desk, grabbing his badge, gun and box of smokes as he swung his leather jacket over his shoulders. “Well, can’t say I’m surprised about that. They look incredibly uncomfortable. I give major props to you, and the other ladies in the office for wearing them everyday. Is your place far from here? I could always drive you, if you’d like.”

“I thought you had something you needed to finish up Javier?” You glanced over at him wearily as you processed the fact that he was genuinely being nice to you and not eye fucking you like you were a piece of meat. “Sure, that would be great actually. Just don’t get any ideas, alright?”

“It’ll become Monday’s problem. Although, Murphy and I are always on the job. Hence why I keep my badge and gun on me at all times. You just never know when you might really need it.” He swung his keys lightly around his finger as he gestured for you to walk in front. “What kinda ideas would I possibly get from you letting me drive you to your apartment cariño?” He couldn’t help but lightly chuckle as he walked alongside you, flicking the light off on his way out.

“Does it ever weigh on you? Not physically, but the fact that you always have to keep it on you?” You looked over at him as you adjusted the strap of your bag along your shoulder. “The kind that will make you think that I’m going to be inviting you into my apartment Javier.”

Javi wasn’t expecting your question to say the least. Your words immediately had a visible effect on him as it weighed on his mind. He held the door open to the parking lot on the side of the building for you to walk through first. “Sometimes it does. I usually don’t actively think about it. The badge and gun have just become a part of me, in a sense. If they’re not on my person, then they’re right next to my nightstand when I sleep. It just comes with this line of work. You always have to be prepared for the worst.” He opened the passenger side door for you. “I’ll wait outside your apartment door. How does that sound to you?”

“So I take it..there’s never a moment where you ever let your guard down? Simply because if you do, it could be a situation of either living or dying? Or maybe that’s too extreme for me to say.” You gave him a small nod as you climbed into the passenger seat taking a note of how tidy his car was. There was a lingering scent of tobacco smoke and cologne that seemed to be embedded in the upholstered seats.

Javi lightly shut the door behind you before he made his way over to the driver's seat and climbed in before he started the engine. “I’ve let my guard down plenty of times, hermosa. I’m only human after all. Mistakes happen unfortunately. I do my best to avoid those kinds of situations from happening, but sometimes it’s truly out of our control.” He placed his arm around the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking spot. You felt the warm skin of his forearm lightly brush against your neck. It sent welcoming shivers down your spine.

“I understand what you’re saying. You are only human after all like you said. I have to ask, do you think you’re gonna catch him?” Javier knew you were referring to Pablo Escobar. A Spineless coward, who was violent, and frankly a piece of shit that Javier wanted nothing more to see him rot in an American prison.

“If we don’t catch him, then I personally have failed the people of Medellín. This city is beautiful, vibrant, and Escobar has done nothing but fucking taint it.” He inhaled deeply, shaking his head at the thought of this slimiest excuse of man slipping through the DEA’s grasp once again. “Do you mind if we..if we don’t talk about my job for the rest of the evening? You’re not prying, and I can’t fault you for being curious, but I don’t sleep much as it is because of everything that is going on.”

Javi was internally beating himself up for allowing himself to show a moment of weakness to you. He didn’t want you to know just how much being a DEA agent truly affected him. He didn’t want you to know about everything he had sacrificed, and lost, just to get to where he was. He certainly did not need you knowing that he thought of himself as a failure.

You were shocked to see that a layer of figuratively tough skin was being pulled back from Javier’s natural flirtatious and playboy persona that he performed so well. You could only imagine what he had experienced in his line of work. “Of course. I’m sorry for bringing it up in the first place, Javi.” You thought about saying more, but the last thing you wanted to do was come across as being disingenuous.

Javi glanced at you for a moment as he did a damn good job of hiding his smile when you had comfortably called him Javi, instead of Javier. “Cariño, it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for being curious. You’re not the first person to ask me about my job, and you won’t be the last. How about we both agree to just..let work go for the evening. It’s your first night out in Medellín, and I want to make sure it’s a memorable one.”

You were looking over at him now from where you sat in the passenger seat. “Okay, deal. Let’s let work go for the rest of the evening.”

“Trato, cariño.”

You gave Javi the directions to your apartment. It was just a few miles from the office, but you were grateful for him driving you. He waited just outside your apartment door, as promised. His back was against the wall, cigarette pursed between his lips as he lit the tip of it with practiced ease. As he waited for you to finish getting ready, he pressed the base of his palm against his forehead, replaying the conversation he had with you in his head, over and over again. Is this what Catalina meant when she advised him to be nicer to you? Did she mean that he needed to be vulnerable? He hated being vulnerable. He hated showing any signs of emotions, or weakness. So why the hell did he find it to be so goddamn easy to open up to you?

Just as he was pondering over the possible answer to his disarray, your apartment door opened, ceasing his current thoughts when he took in your appearance with a heavy gulp.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You asked when you caught the DEA agent staring at you for far too long. You could feel your skin heating up under his gaze. Except this time, he wasn’t staring at you like he wanted nothing more than to take you back into your apartment and fuck you into your mattress.

Oh no, Javier Peña was staring at you with timid adoration. His brown swirled with warm flecks of cinnamon eyes gazing at you under the fluorescent hanging light alongside your apartment door. The tip of his cigarette blazing orange, creating a flicker between his and your eyes.

“No. I am simply just finding myself being transfixed by your beauty, hermosa.” The words flowed thoughtfully past his plush lips.

Shit.

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christiansorrell · 1 year ago

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TTRPG Read-Through: Patchwork World

Here is a read-through I did last year (originally posted on Twitter) of one of the most unique PbtA games I've ever read: Patchwork World by Aaron King! - Christian

Credits up first. I know a lot of these folks and they are really cool! Excited to dig into this. I've heard good things, and it's been a while since I've read or played any Powered by the Apocalypse.

This is a cool, strong set up for me. I really like settings that ask characters to face a changing world and either take up change themselves or work to restore the old way of things. It's a headspace I find myself in a lot IRL these days so it's fun to explore.

I'm interested to see how the no stats, no playbooks angle of this game works, considering playbooks are typically such a staple of PbtA games.

Standard three-tired success, mixed success, fail forward resolution for rolls here and questions on the moves determine your bonus to the roll. Easy peasy. +2 is the max bonus.

Other types of rolls are described here. Interested to see how they come into play. I also love clocks and use them in pretty much every game I run so it's nice to see those laid out here too.

We just love a lil guy, don't we folks?

A good chunk of the opening here is spent on laying out a lot of solid foundations of roleplaying generally. It feels like a book (so far) that would work for entirely new players. It doesn't feel essential for me, but I never mind a game that supports varied experience levels.

Character creation is wide open, especially since there aren't playbooks and the text stresses that character creation is very much worldbuilding because of this. Fate-like concepts and tags are in here too which are things I generally enjoy. I like the Drawback mechanic.

Moves are in the playback I set in the other room so I'm gonna go grab those. You get two chosen moves and everyone has access to a number of default moves. You've got three other life/XP things to keep track of too. I'm especially interested in Hex.

There are a lot of moves! They seem quite varied and often very weird, fitting well with the titular patchwork world. You can have a duck's slick soul to dodge more easily or a magical space suit or speak to birds or be good at cartography. Overwhelming, but in an exciting way.

You also choose a community as a party. While PCs all have their original homelands (before the end of the old worlds), you know have a community that gets its own little sheet. This is a cool reshaping of the Gangs from Blades. I also like how the community can change over time.

Coming back to a PbtA game after months of more OSR-minded stuff, I think a lot of what these games contain are things that experienced players would say you could just do in any game at any time that it makes sense in the story, but I do find value in stating what's possible.

Esp since many players come to games with artificial limits on their options (whether that's from video games, more traditional RPGs, etc.). I just think good GMing here requires making sure that the players don't limit themselves just to the bevy of explicit options either.

GM moves (mostly to guide the response to failed rolls). I really think the community aspect of this set up is one of the biggest appeals to me so far. That and the wild list of moves, which I'm sure makes for amazing parties of characters.

I always feel like it's never something I should be in my own writing (for some probably unnecessary reason), but I enjoy the first-person, casual writing style throughout the book. Makes for a very chill read.

Good to see this game employs the Branson Reese style of NPC naming.

Stress acts as a single catch-all health and challenge rating for NPCs. Ideally, I'd hope this would help lead to the PCs approaching encounters with more than just violence.

Sections like this are what I'm referring to when I say this book feels very friendly to new players. It's got little anecdotes and thoughts like this throughout.

Look, it's been a while since I've seen A Christmas Story but... it didn't have ghosts in it right?

There's a sample adventure in the back (which I'll skip for this read-through) plus loads of random tables. Some wonderfully bizarre stuff in the characters and faction tables. Really gives you a good idea for how gonzo you can go with the setting.

Love these two in particular

Optional rules include hard mode (which I just think is kind of funny to see in PbtA, but could be cool if you lean heavy into the post-apoc setting) and some optional moves. I like that some moves focus on romance, something I enjoy IRL but never think to focus on in games.

I was wondering why this was the sixth edition!

That's all for the book itself. Going back to the packet to dig into the things I missed. Some expected bits in here but always one or two unique options I really enjoy. Leaking hex is cool (and could have some troubling cascade effects in certain situations).

I definitely wish, at least in sitting down to read like this, that the contents of the player packet was also in the book itself. I think PbtA has this tendency of leading to loads of pages on the table, but it can make them very easy to pick up and play or to learn as you play.

That element is definitely here, but I think the vast number of wide-ranging moves and the excitement that would drum up in my player group would more than makeup for that initial overwhelming feel of "whoa, that's a lot of papers out on the table".

Overall, it's the most I've wanted to play a game in this style in a while. I like that the base setup for the world is very much up to the players to determine via the characters they make. I like that PCs here will probably feel unlike any other folks have played before.

The community aspect feels like where I'd want to center my story around, as a player. Seeing that shift and change over time feels like it would be very rewarding and would help lean into the "the old world is dead, what do we want the new world to look like?" theme I enjoy.

Because Aaron King is cool and recently hit a lot of Twitter followers, Patchwork Worlds is now Pay-what-you-want over on Itch.

I'm not sure if physical copies are readily available. For full disclosure (guess I should have said this up front), I got this copy for free from Aaron! Not for the purposes of this thread or anything, just for fun a while back.

Thanks for reading more ramblings from me! If you like to do that sort of thing, check out my newsletter - Missives from the MeatCastle. It's got writings on my work, cool stuff I've run across the web in the last month, and exclusive rpg stuff! https://meatcastle.substack.com

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kamaluhkhan · 7 months ago

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okay SO ive been thinking about my new luke x poseidon!reader series and ive had some thoughts....read more under the cut + vote for ur preference 🌊

more under the cut!!

option 1 will be within the pjo universe, but with some major changes. for one, reader is the eldest child of poseidon and the hero of the prophecy. there would be no luke betrayal; instead, they grew up together, fought side by side, and had feelings for each other that they'd try to deny. reader left after defeating kronos, started a band (if you read my nemesis!reader series, specifically this chapter, you know the vibes), lost touch with most ppl. a few years later, things go south and she returns to camp half-blood to keep a low profile for the summer. this option would include lots of summer camp fluff + nostalgia, angst about the gods/prophecies, in universe references to events + character cameos. the general dynamic would be luke and reader dealing with the aftermath of the war in completely different ways that cause them to grow apart, and then this summer maybe starting to bridge that gap.

i realize this option leans more towards a camp rock x the summer i turned pretty × percy jackson plot. what i like about it is that i can play around with pjo (and maybe even heroes of olympus 👀) lore, but it's not what i initially had planned and idk how to decide things lol.

also i picture this set in the late 1990s/early 2000s: reader and luke sending texts through flip phones, sharing flannels and graphic tees, burning cds with the newest paramore or green day, etc. im also thinking about that one scene in sea of monsters where percy PRINTS a picture that annabeth sent of her at the golden gate bridge and puts it in his notebook. the equivalent of that would be luke ripping out a magazine article about you and the band and hanging it up next to his bed.

option 2 would be more of a modern au! no demigod lore, and set in 2022/2023. it would essentially be the same as my tsitp series, i would just change the names and adjust a few things, maybe add some fun references where i can. reader would have grown up spending her summers in long island with luke, thalia, percy, and annabeth. she and luke are the oldest. reader is a competitive swimmer in college (that's where the poseidon dna comes in) so drifts away for a few years, while luke is taking on a lot of responsibility as his mom gets sick. after an injury, reader returns to long island for the summer and things get....tense? interesting?

again, this would be very very similar to my conrad fisher series in terms of plot. i think of option 1 as taking the character dynamics of that series (eldest siblings with too much responsibility, childhood friends to strangers to lovers, summer nostalgia) and putting it into a pjo universe, while this one (option 2) is closer to the original plot.

with that said....

++ if u made it this far and read through my ramblings + voted, thank u sm 💓💓

#writing this all out i think i prefer option 1 #bc i get to play with pjo/hoo lore much more #but im still curious to know which one ppl are more into!!#luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #luke castellan series #the summer i turned pretty fic #the summer i turned pretty #saf speaks

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thedvilsinthedetails · 1 year ago

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What each marauder’s fav musical would be (in my opinion):

James - beetlejuice (chaotic af, funny and happy ending…)

Regulus - Jekyll and Hyde (thought provoking, sad ending also he’d find ‘bitch bitch bitch’ funny bc that’s lowkey exactly what the ppl at functions he has to attend are like. Also he loves ‘bring on the men’ and I won’t accept questions and if ur confused about the name, it’s exactly what it sounds like.)

Remus - Hamilton (he just…would love it.)

Sirius - Six (no question. And he would sing ‘Don’t lose ur head’ at the drop of a hat. He defo learnt the dance to ex-wives and six finale)

Peter - Dear Evan Hansen (he just gives me those vibes like he genuinely would love it and I love that 4 him)

Barty - Heathers (pretty sure this was in like one of my first posts too but he would LOVE heathers.)

Evan - Moulin Rouge! (OMG this one was actually hard icl I couldn’t think of one for ages but I actually think this is perfect for Evan. He definitely prefers like plainer style of stuff and shit and pretends not to like musicals but he goes excited like a puppy dog with proper heart eyes if you show him the absolutely over decorated stage they perform moulin rouge on. And you best believe he knows all the lyrics of ‘Firework’ by Katy Perry but no no my friend it’s not because he listens to her, in fact he’d probably be confused about the annoying pop song arrangement of ‘the song from moulin rouge’ also he loves the song mashup bit in ‘backstage romance’ that they dance to (if you don’t know what I mean then play this song but skip to 2:30 bc the start of the song won’t make sense without the entire plot detailed to you) because I say so because everyone does because it’s impossible not to.)

Mary - Anastasia (look I will not be accepting slander of this musical and neither would Mary. It is a masterpiece.)

Lily - Jesus Christ Superstar (fucking love this musical and only the best for Lily Evans. She would love it because I said so.)

Pandora - Hadestown (thought provoking, gorgeous music, based off a Greek myth. Just yes. Also I can picture her humming Orpheus’ tune but especially the extended bit in ‘wait for me’ )

Marlene - Les Misérables (ok so I know this might seem like an odd option for her but hear me out hear me out…Marlene attempting to perform all the parts in ‘one day more’ and blasting ‘Do you hear the people sing?’ from her phone as an attempt to scare people.)

Dorcas - Phantom of the Opera (the absolute dramatic theme is definitely her jam and she absolutely knows how to play it on every instrument. Like she doesn’t necessarily know how to play an instrument but you can bet she at least knows the phantom’s theme on it.)

my theatre kid side is rlly coming thru in this oops

also if anyone wants to know the specific albums (bc a lot of them have more than one recording) of the musical that I prefer and am thinking of as I write this then check below ‘keep reading’

beetlejuice/hamilton/anastasia all only have one - the original bway cast

Jekyll and Hyde - ‘Jekyll and Hyde: The Gothic Musical Thriller’ (the 1995 one with Anthony Warlow as J/H)

Six - ‘Six: the musical (studio cast recording)’ sorry to the Broadway cast lovers, I prefer the og Brit one bc it feels weird to hear them with American accents to me

Dear Evan Hansen - the original Broadway cast recording, not the movie one

Heathers - Original West end cast. Again sorry to all the ppl that prefer the off broadway one, west end heathers ver till I die, it’s just better like ‘never shut up again’? I say no? I’m sorry it’s just better, no matter how much u say ‘blue’ is better than ‘your welcome’

Moulin Rouge - original Broadway cast, as much as I love Nicole Kidman I just prefer the bway cast recording to the movie recs

Jesus Christ Superstar - ‘Jesus Christ Superstar (Remastered 2005)’ the one with the 1996 London cast, it’s just my favourite album of it because of the song arrangement

Hadestown - original Broadway cast recording (I feel like ppl don’t rlly listen to the concept album anymore bc it’s just so wildly different from how the actual show music ended up sounding, I do actually quite like it but the musical ver is better in my opinion)

Les Mis - holy shit there’s a lot of albums for this one, tbh I’m not thinking of a specific one but maybe the 2010 London recording - the live one(?) I just quite like it but tbh I listen to a diff album each time I swear 😭

Phantom of the Opera - the original 1986 London cast one bc I just prefer it to the movie

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midwestmade29 · 1 year ago

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Christian Cage Request 🥰

To anonymous: This was such a sweet idea! I hope what I wrote matches what you had in mind. Enjoy 🖤

Original Anonymous Request: "Can I request a Christian Cage x Female!Reader where the reader is Christian’s wife since he first started with WWE (Basically as if he married the reader when he did instead of his ex wife) and he comes home from being on the road with AEW to his wife, who’s heavily pregnant and has been having some slight complications, curled up in bed with their daughter, Isla, who’s cuddling with her mom because she knows she hasn’t been feeling the best and Christian can’t help but melt at the sight of his girls. He ends up taking a few weeks off to tend to his girls and make sure his love is okay?"

Disclaimers: None really! This story is fluff. It does cover pregnancy and high blood pressure but that’s it. Read at your own discretion.

Word count: 1,096

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Braxton hicks: false contractions

Paternity leave: The time off a new father is given after the birth of his baby.

Your 20-year wedding anniversary was rapidly approaching, along with the birth of your 2nd child! A lot has happened during the last 20 years, first meeting Christian when he was working for WWE, getting married and eventually having your daughter Isla, and Christian being forced into retirement due to his injuries he sustained in the ring. Not every moment was good, but you worked together to get through the challenging times. Seeing Christian as a dad was the best thing in the world, Isla had him wrapped around her little finger! Ever since Isla could talk, she had always begged for a little brother or sister. Time marched on and she remained an only child- until now! When you and Christian saw the positive pregnancy test, both of you were shocked! Even though the timing is a little off since Isla is almost 10 years old now and with Christian officially coming out of retirement to wrestle again, you just knew everything would work out somehow!

Christian’s travel schedule with AEW was hard to adjust to at first since you and Isla were so used to having him home every day. He often missed out on the big and little things that were going on with you and Isla, which made being a part even more difficult. Phone calls, text messages and Facetime helped ease the sting of his absence, but nothing could compare to the feeling of being snuggled up with him in bed or the sound of laughter echoing through the house as him and Isla played together! Lately his popularity amongst the fans had skyrocketed which put him in high demand for being on TV more often. Christian was on the road more than he was at home now! The stress of being as pregnant are you are along with trying to take care of Isla on your own was starting to wear on you. At your most recent doctor’s appointment, your blood pressure was elevated and was most likely caused from the anxiety you were feeling about Christian leaving tomorrow for 2 weeks. On top of your high blood pressure, your anxiety made you as nauseous as you were during your first trimester! Your doctor informed you that she was going to be keeping a close eye on you, and if your blood pressure didn’t lower within the next week, you would be given medicine or placed on bed rest. You didn’t care for either of those options, so you promised her that you would do your best to lower your stress!

Isla was such a trooper while Christian was gone! She always helped around the house and very rarely complained about it. Her caring and nurturing soul shinned through every time she asked if there was something she could get you or do for you. She always tried to make you laugh or offer you a hug when she could tell you needed it the most. One of her favorite things to do at bedtime is to snuggle up next to you and rest her head on your belly. She loved feeling the baby move and kick! Isla kept one of your ultrasound pictures on her nightstand and you often caught her staring at it instead of trying to fall asleep. It made your heart happy seeing her so excited about the baby, and you just knew she was going to be the best big sister ever!

During your Facetime call with Christian, you informed him about the good report your doctor had given you earlier in the day! “She said that my blood pressure is exactly where it should be. No medicine or bed rest for me! I told the doctor that my nausea hasn’t been as frequent as it was, but she did give me some over the counter medicine suggestions in case it starts up again. All in all, the appointment went great, and mom and baby are healthy!” you explained. Christian’s smile was contagious, and his words were heartfelt when he spoke, “That’s wonderful news baby! I’m so glad that you’re feeling better. I miss you and Isla like crazy! Hopefully the rest of this road trip goes by quickly so I can come home to my girls!” What Christian didn’t tell you during your conversation was that Tony Kahn informed him that they had everything they needed from him so he could go home a few days early! The very next night when you had finished reading a book with Isla, both of you had fallen asleep in her bed. It had been a little bit of a rough day since your feet and ankles were swollen and you had a headache you just couldn’t shake. When Christian walked into Isla’s bedroom, he saw both of his girls snuggled up together in a sea of various stuffed animals. You still had the book open on your chest and Isla had her hand on your belly. He made sure to take a picture of the sweet moment before he woke both of you up and surprised you.

The next couple of weeks were filled with several ups and downs regarding your pregnancy. You had caught the flu leaving you dehydrated which led to you being admitted into the hospital for a couple of days. Thankfully you felt much better afterwards, but that good feeling didn’t last very long. You started having minor contractions late one night, so Christian called your doctor. She explained what to look for if they continued, but ultimately determined they were just Braxton hicks. Because you were so close to the end of your pregnancy, Christian started his paternity leave early! He took the next several weeks off so he could be home and make sure his girls were taken care of. He waited on you hand and foot and took care of everything around the house. Isla and Christian were the dream team whenever they worked together to complete a task, their love for each other made your heart swell! He embraced homework duty, went with you to all your remaining doctor appointments, ran all the errands, went out late at night to get you whatever you were craving, and even took care of everything during Isla’s sleepover she had with her friends. In the end, it was a good thing Christian had taken time off from AEW because your baby was born within the first week of him being home. Your beautiful and healthy baby boy was born on your 20th wedding anniversary, the perfect gift to celebrate such a milestone!

#christian cage #jay reso #captain charisma #instant classic #christian4peeps #aew #all elite wrestling #fanfiction #fanfic #christian cage fanfic #christian cage fanfiction #aew fanfiction #Spotify

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ririya-translates · 2 years ago

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Miguel

In June 2023, Ishida posted a short story about Miguel from the Jack Jeanne winter play for Fumi's birthday. The original post includes a drawing and a music link to listen to as you read. I'm still just an amateur, but I did my best to translate it to English. I also tried to maintain the poetic Twitter short story structure as much as possible. (Note that this has both plot and character spoilers about the winter play)

Miguel, as a child on the prosperous Neshiromi Farm, Lived happily outside of Havenna.

Sowing seeds in hot summers and passing time through cold winters, Bore plentiful good fruit.

2. Neshiromi fruit, with its long-protected cultivation traditions, Boasted a mellow fragrance and refreshing sweetness. When trading with merchants from the northern cities, it would sell out in less than a few days.

3. Miguel loved his work. In the village, life was too busy to even notice boredom But, in this quiet life, nothing felt missing.

One day he would inherit the family business, And be joined in marriage to the house of a daughter of a respectable family friend. It would then be his turn to pass the ancestors' traditions on to his descendants.

There was no conceivable path other than this.

4. The battle in the north continued into its 47th winter. Shadows of the flames of war extended towards Miguel's village.

Soldiers armed with bayonets arrived. The crop fields were devastated to shreds. His father, mother, and even his grandmother with a long-time leg injury, were all killed. The house was set aflame.

In the village, the ones being utterly crushed underfoot in the inferno and the screaming, Miguel turned his back on them, and fled alone.

5. He was headed for Havenna.

In that city whose name he once heard, The pleasure and the numbness, was said to make one forget everything. For Miguel, this was necessary.

He could only keep walking.

There was absolutely nothing but ruined land and yet, Like a fool, he continued

6. Upon reaching Havenna, Miguel started work in a room of the night.

As he had nothing, his only option was to sell himself.

Every night, he filled the loneliness of random strangers. As the days added up, he sensed a growing thirst inside.

In the overwhelm of his own misery, whenever he was alone, He remembered life in his hometown and cried often.

7. He wanted support from someone but, Fleeing the village alone made him ashamed of himself. Even to close friends, he was unable to open his heart.

By going to these lengths simply to gather money, He felt as if he was becoming defiled.

Gradually, this grew into a sense of punishment for his sins. He thought instead that he deserved to become defiled.

8. At this same time, a woman in a similar line of work Became friends with him. She was a liar. It was carefree and easy.

When they had free time, they would purchase it from each other. It supported him living in Havenna, however; He thought they would never be truly close.

He liked her, but all possible paths seemed to lead to ruin, So he was afraid.

9. At one point, he fell in love with his friend's friend. Despite being in Havenna, she was inexperienced and pretty.

10. Rukiora. "Farewell to the night" He thought the name quite strange, but it seemed to be her real name.

His heart was stolen by her clear singing voice. He could never say it, but he wanted her all to himself he tho-….

11. Rukiora always dreamt of a future outside of Havenna.

Outside of Havenna was beautiful, it was fun. Everything would happily exist out there for certain.

He wanted to tell her for her sake. Someday she would know the truth and he wanted to keep her from being hurt.

12. "You're wrong, Rukiora. The outside is wasteland as far as the eye can see. The rice paddies, the fields, they aren't there. I know this. It's where I came from."

13. (Neji's note/ Miguel leaves Havenna. On his departure, he tells Rukiora one final lie. He returns to his homeland and begins sowing seeds.)

[Note: Ishida says that these are his personal ideas so they aren't considered proper canon without Towada as they both created the game closely together. Towada retweeted the thread.

I also wanted to acknowledge a Japanese friend (who asked to stay anonymous) for their help.]

#jack jeanne #otome #sui ishida #translation #jjwinterplay

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fantasyfantasygames · 8 months ago

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Tribes of Twilight

Tribes of Twilight - the Dawncaster TTRPG, Sunforge, 2023

Dawncaster is a deckbuilding phone game with a fantasy bent. If you've played Slay the Spire, it's vaguely similar, with more story and slicker graphics. Not the world's best-written story, but for something that's mostly there to tie together card mechanics it's surprisingly decent.

The tabletop game was created by Sunforge, a fan group for the game. They gathered together some people with D&D experience and some pretty great artists, got permission from the devs for a semi-official tabletop RPG, and threw together a seven-month project for this that actually successfully made a game! Normally that kind of thing takes seven years! The project also ran someone $34k in credit card debt (sadly not that unusual), generated a HobbyDrama thread (slightly unusual), and resulted in two restraining orders (wait what). Now the one remaining person who's involved keeps it up to date under a different screen name to maintain anonymity.

The tabletop game hews very closely to the digital game. You have three stats (Dexterity, Intellect, and Strength), and six classes that are either single-stat or a combination of two of them. Abilities are named after the cards. The game is level-based, theoretically open-ended but generally 1-10. Level-based abilities are technically available to every class, though really you wouldn't bother to pick certain ones up for certain classes. Niches are less about classes and more about weapon choice and abilities.

The digital game uses randomized abilities and takes about 2 hours to play through. The design team luckily realized that rolling randomly for your next set of abilities was less than desirable in a campaign-oriented TTRPG. They let you pick your abilities, and then threw a few d6s into the mix to add some randomization on your damage. You still get some randomization in what you can do every turn, which the book explains away as abstract tactical opportunities.

The art is pretty great. It's comic-book dungeonpunk, which is a pretty typical aesthetic these days, but there's something on every other page, and there are recurring characters throughout. Honestly it's on par with WotC's work.

Despite all that good stuff, the game is currently massively broken. One of the unfortunate effects of a 7-month development cycle is that the game is thoroughly unbalanced. They duplicated some of the phone game's abilities directly, which means there's a "+1 action options" ability right next to a "+2 action options" and no reason to choose the +1. By 3rd level you can set up an infinite loop of actions. Super-fun in a roguelike; utterly baffling in a tabletop RPG. There are no tactical options, so you're in the back-and-forth roll-off scenario. The setting is also extremely sparse. Most of it is written purely from what you can see in the phone game with nothing added. There's also a bunch of in-character fiction vignettes that have a very "original character do not steal" feel. In short, it's undercooked by a lot.

Most print copies of the book and the official rights to the original text were repossessed as part of dealing with the credit card debt. The remaining developer is slowly working through fixing all the mechanical issues issues. It's a slow process, exacerbated because no one in the community wants to playtest the "cursed" game. Also they have to rewrite all the text. If you want to read a copy, your best bet is finding someone who reviews RPGs and borrowing it.

#ttrpg #imaginary #indie ttrpg #rpg #review #dawncaster #I hear the developers of the phone game are actually really nice folks and very responsive #but discords are not for me so I'll probably never know for sure

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lovejosephquinn · 2 years ago

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Authors Note: I got in the mood to write Part 3 pretty much straight away, needing to sort this entitled son of a bitch out and see what's up. Hope you're all enjoying it so far, I know I am! I'm enjoying writing Joe in a whole different way, it's refreshing to say the least 🥵 Thanks for reading, please reblog if you enjoy it or leave a comment if you wish to kept up to date with future parts! 🥰

Summary: You’d set your sights on him and he on you. It all started with a visit to a newly talked about bar which kept you coming more regularly, in the end not just for a drink but yet the inevitability of a creeping flame set alight by a stare which kept dragging you back. After all, lust shouts and love whispers and in the end, only the heart knows the difference.

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: All the angst. All the smut. All the fluff. Word Count: 3.6k

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Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4

It didn't matter that a week had past since that god awful day you had felt played by someone you didn't even know. But god knows after an encounter like that and thinking about him for days solid it's still bound to hurt your feelings. You'd told one of your friends about the whole ordeal, the one you originally went to the bar during the fateful evening of regular traditions, she was first of all gobsmacked that you'd even slept with someone so quickly, but then brought on to full on fuming levels when you'd told him about the woman looking shady as she pretty much fell through the door and you're also sure to Joe's feet as you did.

She'd come up with a solution, not one you particularly wanted to hear, when she'd heard you'd blocked his number and went through the whole rigmarole of never wanting to cross paths with him again, she did what most friends would say. Confront him.

That wasn't an option to you in the slightest, though she'd mentioned a night out to let your hair down and you quite enjoyed the sound of it. She'd convinced you quickly that this was the best option to forget about him for at least one night, also mentioning that you're not to give him all doubt because it could've in fact not been his next booty call, it could well have been an employee, a friend, family. Worst case scenario, his girlfriend... You knew next to nothing about Joe, it could've been that he wasn't single, which would make you the victim of helping a cheat; you didn't want to believe it but it was definitely something that remained in the back of your mind.

The weekend came all to fast and here it was, time to get ready.

"But what if I get too drunk and want to face him, then what do I do? Oh yeah great fuck but you forgot one little detail, the blonde bitch which arrived shortly after!" You sat by your vanity mirror, sipping on the wine bottle, not in the mood to even grab a glass.

"Then he has to tell you the truth and then you'll know. What if you jumped to conclusions?" Your friend tilted her head to the side, offering you a sympathetic smile. She was in mad attempt to try and get you to that bar whether you liked it or not.

"Then I'm going to look like the dick. But I hardly know him, there's just something about him that makes me want him." You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to cancel your plans.

"Maybe it was the sex." She shot a wink at you and you threw the nearest thing you could find at her, the first time you'd laughed properly in a hot minute.

"There's more to him than that, he just needs to stop putting on this bad boy act, there's a soft part I saw briefly of him, I know he keeps his guard up that way..."

"Either that or he's just the dick like you're insinuating." You downed a few gulps more of wine, feeling the alcohol rushing to your head and adding a slight flush appearing on your features already matching blush blended into your cheekbones.

You seriously couldn't make your mind up even more now, had you made a mistake yourself in assuming the worst or was he really just another attractive fuck boy who knew his way around women, you guessed there was only one way to find out. All guns blazing or not, you'd get the truth out of him tonight, ending with an apology from either Joe or you.

It was Saturday night, London was booming, the weekend had well and truly begun for the working week citizens, people dressed up to the nines, friends laughing around you, drunk stumblers who were being kicked out of various bars from either starting fights or having way too much. You loved to people watch, it was one of your favourite past times. You sat outside one of the local bars to you sharing cocktails with your friend, breathing in every ounce of oxygen that you could before the moment was to inevitably arrive.

The bar was only a street or two away from here, Joe was getting to close for comfort for you once more and he didn't even know it. You'd had dream after dream about him, whether it be sexual or not, he'd still be the first thought on your mind when you woke up and then the last thought when you went to bed; you'd still got him blocked in your contacts and you'd stare endlessly for a while at your phone, contemplating whether to unblock him or not. But after a couple of days later, you'd already enlightened your friend on the situation and this is where you've ended up.

You necked a couple of shots, sharing a few hearty conversations with strangers who were sat by a nearby bench, two guys who decided to join you for one last drink before you moved on. You hit it off with one of them straight away, he even bought you and your friend a round of drinks, insisting that it was on him for such natural beauty. Flattering of course, which it tends to work with you quite easily, if it weren't for Joe being inhabited in your brain then you'd of swiftly swooned for him without a hitch.

He flirted with you almost as well as Joe did. This is what you were hating so much, how can one person have such a hold on you over the course of just a few days of meeting him? All of which have been brief encounters, you could even class going to the bar and getting fucked over as one. Your friend shot you a look, a raised eyebrow on her devious face as she beckoned you to the toilets, letting the guys know you'd be back in a minute. She pulled you through the busy bar, taking you through the ladies door and halting you against the wall.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" You asked, blinking rather hard so you didn't see two of her anymore.

"We take them to Joe's bar, we find Joe, you stay oblivious, then flirt with this guy in front of him, maybe even a cheeky kiss or two, grind Joe's gears, get his blood boiling and then let's find out his real reaction under his bad boy get up and maybe that'll get you a step further to the truth." She stuck out her hand for a high five and you shot her down by tapping at her wrist.

"I can't just use this random guy like that..."

"To hell you can and you will. It's genius! Think about it. He doesn't have to know a thing." She threw her hand up again, grabbing a hold of your own wrist and pulling it up to high five her back, an almighty slap in it's wake.

"Are you with me girl?" She grinned at you maliciously with true intent that this was set in stone and was going to happen immediately.

"I'm with you. One more shot?"

"You got it." You linked arms, leaving the bathroom and headed over to the bar to get another round of shots for you and the guys who still sat outside in the cool summer air, heartily laughing at something the other just said.

"Tequila?" Your friend shouted as she announced herself out of the door, they swerved their heads to look at her in enthusiastic cheers.

You clinked your glasses together and necked the shot down, getting up to leave and head to what felt the forbidden space of Joe's bar. The last time you'd been in there you were fully naked, bent over between the space in which you usually sat, Joe behind you making you feel on cloud nine, it was going to be a blessing or a curse to be back in that building; you were hoping for the second choice.

The music from the juke box blasted through as soon as you walked through the doors, the whole place packed. Word of mouth really worked its magic when this was a fairly new business compared to the regular bars people usually attended. The lights were dim and every one was in high spirits. The guy grabbed at your hand pulling you through the groups of people dancing and shouting over to one another, you pulled your friends hand in turn and she held onto the other guy. You managed to get through to the bar, throwing your arms up on it, scouting for Joe from side to side, no sign.

The guy whose name you'd not even learnt at this point glided around you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

"So what're we drinking?" He practically yelled over the top of the sound system, vibrating and probably wrecking your ear drum.

"Surprise me!" You giggled.

You continued to bob your head to the music whilst he ordered, shaking your body from side to side all to rhythmically. Your friend elbowed you in the side. Once. Then again. Then again. Catching your attention, you shot a look at her, giving her a smirk followed by a dead eye. She moved her head to the side as a signal and you glanced over quickly, not making too much hasty eye contact just in case. Joe stood talking to one of his staff members, directing them to the other end of the bar to serve the group of people who had been waiting a while. In an instant, you felt as if the ground could have swallowed you whole, you didn't know whether to run or to keep going, your friend held onto your pinkie finger, giving you a surge of encouragement to continue as she could see you were clearly ready to have a nervous break down at any given moment.

Just as you looked away, Joe caught sight of you. His eyes wide and making a bee line straight for your face. He watched as the guy talked on with you, you clinked glasses and downed your drinks together, laughing and smiling at him just like the way you did when you were with him. Your friend bit her cheek, watching Joe like a hawk through her field of vision.

"Let's go dance!" You announced, pulling the guy out into the dance floor, intertwining your hands together you moved to the music, swaying your hips and being spun around until you were dizzy. He pulled you closer, his hands moving down the small of your back and to the brief curve of where your ass started. You pushed away and began jumping around like a crazed lunatic. Your friend made a subtle point over at Joe who was still finding the time to watch you intensely, you managed to avoid looking right over his way but enjoyed the show you were putting on for him. Ready and waiting to see if he was to make a move toward you or not.

"Can I tell you something?" The guy uttered, moving from your cheek to brushing his lips through your ear.

You nodded intermittently.

"You're beautiful." He moved back to your cheek, planting a peck straight onto it, making you sigh sweetly. Your vision coming back into focus when he moved back to the centre of you.

"Thank you." You put your hand over your eyes in an attempt to pretend you were shy, but he grabbed a hold of them, putting them around his neck and bringing you closer, his face inches away from yours.

"Would you prefer another drink or maybe a cheeky kiss?" You lifted yourself up to push your mouth onto his, kissing him rapidly, no messing around, tongue straight into his mouth as you made out in the middle of the dance floor. Your friends cheered on to the both of you as they continued to dance. As short lived as it was, your plan worked. Joe moved up in a flash to come up behind you, biting down onto his lip, he looked as though he was seething. Patting onto your shoulder, you broke the kiss, turning around to come face to face with you could only describe as your demons.

"Can I steal her for a minute?" Joe looked up to the guy who was feeling pretty forlorn that your moment together had been interrupted.

The guy put his hands up, wandering whether it was someone you knew, nodding over at Joe, you looked over to your friend who gave you a half hearted sign in her eyes of good fucking luck.

You followed Joe into the back room of the bar, out of one door and in through another as he pulled you into what you could only assume was his office, he locked the door behind him.

"So what the fuck is going on?" Joe raised his voice, there was no music to be heard in the room, so why was he shouting?

"I could ask you the same fucking thing." All guns blazing it was. If he wanted to play this game, then you would too.

"So you come into MY bar? Drink MY stock? And then proceed to fucking snog a guy in front of ME. After ignoring me for a week? I'm pretty sure you blocked my number because my calls or texts weren't connecting. What is your deal, are you some sort of psychopath?"

"I did exactly that. Maybe even intended to fool around with him on YOUR dance floor." You folded your arms, leaning against his desk. Joe however was on the opposite side of the room, looking like he was about to go out and challenge this guy to an old fashioned duel.

"What have I done?" Joe snarled.

"You tell me. Fuck me and then move onto the next? Is that who you really are?" Joe scoffed a grunt at you, brushing his hands through his curls.

"What the fuck are you talking about Y/N? I literally saw nobody but my-"

"Yeah, her." You tapped your fingers against the side of the desk now, shooting a full on death stare his way.

"Fucking hell You're on about someone who I wouldn't touch with a ten foot bargepole. She's a friend of mine, she owed me some money that I borrowed her, she was coming to pay me back."

"Pay you back by sucking your cock maybe?" Joe moved forward to you, you pushed back so far that you almost flipped yourself over the desk.

"Give it up. You did this shit to make me jealous?"

"So what if I did?" You looked to the ground now, you were eating your words and you could tell.

"I told you I didn't just want you for sex and I meant it." Joe shot over to you, gripping at your arms and picking you up to sit you on the desk.

"Who the fuck are you to use me like this?"

"I've not used you for anything! I don't even know you Y/N! Nor you me!"

"Let me know you then!" Your sarcastic response ended in Joe crashing his lips sharply onto yours, gripping at your hair and tugging it back, the type of open mouth sloppy kiss you only see in pornographic films. His tongue fought with yours, tasting the alcohol which stained the insides of your mouth, gasping for air you pushed Joe back with brute force making him stumble back.

"You can't just do that and expect it all to be okay Joe."

"You want me, you really fucking want me?" Joe's pupils had dilated angrily, desire fully taking over him.

"I thought I- Yes. I do. So what?" You were being stubborn now, you ultimately had to make the choice of believing what he was saying and let him prove himself worthy, or to just make him let you leave. He was right, you didn't know one another at all, so what had you got to lose?

"Then I'm going to fuck this stupid anger out of you and we're going to continue what we started." You leapt off of the desk, grasping at Joe's shirt and moving him around to sit behind the desk on the chair.

"Watch what happens when you do." You rolled your eyes much to his dismay, the smirk reappeared and you quickly felt a spark of temptation. You fell to your knees as Joe took the hint and unbuckled his belt, pulling his trousers and underwear down, springing his cock free. You immediately licked from his sack straight up to the tip, wrapping your lips around it and taking inch by inch, right down as far as you could go until you choked. Your eyes immediately began to seep out tears, his hand came over your head, urging you to go deeper, moans flying out of him, bouncing off the echoing walls of the square shaped office.

"F-fuck, y-you trying to teach me a l-lesson here?" Joe stuttered, pulling your hair up into an updo so he could manoeuvre you into a steadier pace, you tried your hardest to push down more, but he'd keep bringing you back up, breathless and in full demand you took a hold of his balls, squeezing them tight, massaging them one by one, your tongue circling around where it could reach.

"I don't think so." Joe yanked you up, making you let go of the way you were almost latching down. Getting up from the chair, he lifted up your dress, ripping your underwear from the side, tearing it straight off of you and launching it to the side of the desk.

"You don't get to do that." Joe picked you up, slamming you against the nearest wall, your legs and arms automatically hugged him to keep you steady, his cock plunging straight inside your cunt, no time to get you ready, no time to adjust, he supported you against the wall, bouncing you along, tapping your cervix and making you cry out.

"See this is what happens when you're not a good fucking girl. You get fucking rammed by this cock." Joe bit down on your neck, his tongue moving over the marks he was making along it, teeth gliding in the softest of parts, your head falling back to let him.

"I fucking hate you." You muttered under your breath.

"The feelings mutual darling." Joe thrusted his hips up, hitting a spot inside of you which had you cumming on the spot. Your orgasm so violently angry that your whole body spasmed and you gasped out his name in a cursive prayer.

Joe claimed you as his own, leaking his seed inside of you, pushing it deeper and burying it in a safe place; a place only you could feel. A loud groan erupted from his throat, his face falling into the crook of your neck as he left one brief little kiss on it. As lustful as that was, you couldn't find it in your own heart to follow your words of hate, you liked him. You really did.

Joe put you down to the ground, steadying you before your legs attempted to give way on their own. Joe offered you a box of tissues to rid of any leakage that came out, he sat down onto his chair once more, rubbing his hands over his face, lungs still heavy.

"Come here." He patted onto his lap. You moved over, indistinctly worried about his next move, seeing as the last time didn't end so smoothly. You sat down where his hand signalled, crossing your legs over him to feel the slightest bit more comfortable.

"I asked you once Joe, I'll ask you again. Am I just a fuck to you? Is that all I'll ever be?"

"Who knows what you'll be to me. But I mean it when I say, you are not just a fuck." His hands moved to the air like quotations on the last word, making you nod slowly to his response.

"So what happens now?"

"Well, I suggest you start by unblocking my number. Maybe I could find it in my heart to spoil you over dinner? Talk things through, maybe actually get to know the pretty girl herself." That made you smile, you were a sucker for him, even more so for the soft boy he hid so well.

"Then what?" You whispered, looking at him with sweet eyes.

"Then I take you back to my place, we could watch a movie, then I could think about eating your sweet little pussy all night long." His smirk returned and your eye roll made it's comeback.

"Ever the optimist." You shook your head.

"So do I get to at least take you out?" Joe wrapped his arm around you, his finger stroking the small of your back.

"I can make time for you." You smiled and so did he, not the type of smile he usually does, there was a longing sort of twinkle in this one, one that made you almost light headed.

"That's all I ask." Joe brushed your hair out of your face, leaning up to put his opposite hand to your jaw, pulling you in for a daringly gratifying peck on the lips.

Maybe this could be something yet.

#joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn x reader

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Villains are Destined to Die / Death is the only Ending for the Villainess

It’s like the molamola game but otome dating sim version. Lolol ... I read a lot of otome game manhwa/ manga but I’ve never played a dating sim in my life (it’s just not my thing)

Summary One of the classic isekai-ed into an otome game as the villainess manhwa. This time in extreme hard mode and the possibilities of death are endless, with no reset button now that she’s actually in the game ;x; So our main girl, Penelope’s, strategy is simple. Get to 100% closeness on the simplest route, the personal knight who didn’t really hate the villainess till the end, while avoiding all the death flags. (Of course he’s not the endgame ML. Lolol) Though she finds a way to keep it mostly turned off, the game “pop-up screens” still show up at crucial moments, which is a really fun plot detail that I enjoy :3

Tropes - this art is too beautiful my eyeballs are not worthy - isekai-ed as the villainess into several DEATH FLAGS - kind of a reverse-harem but we all know there’s an endgame ML - this is all just a game (pls let me press the logout button) - the angelic character is secretly a villain? *shocked pikachu face*

FL - Penelope Eckhart

- gaslight gatekeep GIRLBOSS - this ain’t even about romance, just 100% a route to get back to the real world (hopefully) - even with the dumb assholes it’s still a better home life than her original one ;x; - our queen don’t take no shit from no one

the winning ML - Crown Prince Callisto Regulus

- yes, it’s the guy who kills her the most in-game - of course there’s always a depressing backstory - when in doubt, kill first, ask questions later - the guy always falls in love first ;w; - of course the ML is handsome (unfortunately he also knows this)

other ML options

- Derrick and Reynold are the “brothers” but it’s ok, they’re not blood-related since she was adopted - Vinter is the nicest but also the one who saved the OG FL, which ends the game once OG FL, the real daughter, re-debuts into her family’s life - Eclis, the personal knight/slave, easiest to level up but also definitely a yandere - I don’t think any of them are gonna “win” Lol (wrote this back when I was only halfway through Season 2)

Rating: Yes PLEASE READ THIS I’m not really a harem fan but I love it when the FL technically doesn’t really give af about any of the options. It’s all about the plot progression baby Status (as of 15 Jan 2025) Ongoing. Back on hiatus ;w; I have no idea how much longer til the end but at least the ML is already decided

Same Same but Different - When the Villainess is in Love - Just Leave Me Be - The Villainess’s Days are Numbered

#villains are destined to die #death is the only ending for the villainess #manhwa #CherCher reviews manhwa #manhwa recommendation #I've put off reading this for so long because I knew I would love it #now stuck with waiting weekly for updates ;w;

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waytooinvested · 1 year ago

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Vengeance, Victory, and Undying Love - pt 2

Chapter 2 of my Supercorp fic in which Lena still creates something called Non Nocere to deal with her broken heart after finding out Supergirl's identity, but this time she gives the name to a different project. A more personal one. And now she’s coming for Supergirl.

This and previous chapters also available to read on Ao3

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This wasn’t over.

Even as Lena watched Kara stumbling out to the car on her security feed she knew her night was only just beginning.

That was fine though. It was expected.

And it wasn’t as though she hadn’t prepared for it – the serum had been ready for weeks by the time the opportunity had arisen to use it, during which time she had run every variation of this scenario she could think of along with a dozen contingency options.

Of course the missile strike and Supergirl’s near death when it exploded hadn’t been part of her original plan, but Lena was ready to take the opportunities fate dropped into her lap, and aside from a brief helicopter ride and a little first aid, the essentials of the delivery had gone precisely as she had hoped. If anything the violence that had brought Supergirl into her hands just went to show how vital Non Nocere was.

Kara would understand that in time.

Or not.

It really didn’t matter either way, because Lena didn’t care one bit what Kara Danvers thought of her anymore. After all, this whole plan would make sure that she never had to think about Kara or Supergirl ever again. And she was so close now she could almost feel what it would be like when she achieved it.

Almost.

But first things first.

Kara would be arriving home in a few minutes, and as soon as she got there she’d find Alex waiting, doubtless frantic with worry for her lying traitor of a sister. After that it was only a matter of time before she found out about the injection and started trying to unravel what Lena had done.

She would fail of course. Alexandra Danvers might be good, but Lena Luthor was better, and she doubted whether anyone at the DEO would even be able to identify what the serum was made of, let alone what it was for. At least, not until it was too late.

They would work that out for themselves soon enough, and then they would come for her. Lena estimated she had two, maybe three hours before DEO agents stormed in to arrest her.

She had considered making herself scarce for a few days to avoid all the unpleasantness, but in the end she couldn’t bring herself to run away. It would seem cowardly. Villainous. And despite what they might think of her, Lena was not a villain: everything she did, she did for the good of the world.

Well, in this case maybe 99% good of the world, 1% vengeance…

So she would be there for the 1%, to witness the fear and betrayal she had stirred up among Supergirl’s duplicitous posse from the very epicentre of their panic, and it would be balm to her wounded pride to be able to keep them in the dark this time. Besides, if she was on site she could make sure everything went smoothly until the serum had had a chance to work beyond any possibility of reversal. It wouldn’t take long – a matter of hours at the most.

She smiled to herself at the thought, and began to prepare.

A meal first, a change of clothes, and some flat shoes, so that she would be comfortable if they kept her detained her for more than a few hours. After a brief hesitation she pulled the shirt she’d just put on back off and added a bullet proof vest underneath it, just in case things got out of hand. It felt a little melodramatic to be planning for the possibility of being shot by people she had, not so long ago, been playing Scrabble and cracking up over silly jokes with, but she had learned the hard way that you couldn’t go about blindly trusting people just because on the surface they seemed like the good guys. Besides, Alex Danvers would go absolutely feral at the thought that Lena had done anything to hurt her little sister.

So, bullet proof vest, check.

Ideally she could have done with a power nap too, but the timing of this hadn’t exactly been left up to her and she refused to be caught out in the vulnerability of sleep, so she settled for strong coffee instead.

By the time they arrived she was sitting behind her desk with an overnight bag at her feet, halfway down her second double espresso and idly flicking through the signed first edition of ‘The Wonderful Wizard of Oz’ she had found languishing in one of her desk drawers. The book had been purchased months ago, on a whim and for far more money than she should have spent on it, as a surprise for Kara. She had hoped at the time that it would make her friend smile to know that she had remembered this was her favourite film and tracked down a copy of the original book for her, but the right moment for the gift had never presented itself, and in the messy aftermath of her brother’s death and Kara’s betrayal Lena had forgotten all about.

Finding it again now it struck her as grimly funny that the titular character of Kara’s favourite story turned out in the end to be nothing more than a liar and a con artist, and despite the sharp ache it created in her chest, she hadn’t been able to resist looking through it while she waited. The reminder of what their friendship had once meant to her goaded her anger to the surface of her skin, where she gathered it and wore it like armour against whatever entreaties her former friends might make when she saw them.

An alert pinged on Lena’s phone to let her know that one of the silent security alarms had been triggered, and she watched the CCTV feed as six (overkill, surely) DEO field agents approached swiftly through the outer office. There were various security measures she could have deployed to delay them had she wanted to, but she didn’t. She waited calmly until they were at her door, then rose to meet them with the polite-but-frosty smile she reserved for meetings with the most obnoxious of her board members.

‘Good evening everyone. If I’d known there’d be so many of you I’d have waited in the conference room, there would have been more room to spread out. Still, I suppose we’ll be on our way shortly – you can put the guns down by the way, I’m quite prepared to come quietly. Would someone mind grabbing my bag?’

Needless to say, they did not grab her bag.

Packing it had been a pointless gesture really, but it was worth it just to see the looks of consternation at the clear message it sent that the DEO was expected, and had come on her terms, not their own.

#supercorp fanfic #supergirl fanfiction #lena luthor #my fic #supergirl #Yes I changed the title slightly because I realised I had managed to type it differently between here and my working file #I tried to just shrug and leave it but it was BOTHERING ME

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