#so anyways hi guys. I'm feeling definitely very normal tonight

[hermitshell]

why does minecraft roleplay make me feel the grief of a thousand suns !!!

[amyispxnk]

Silent Night

Summary - You're back from college for the holidays, and you've decided on exactly what you want for Christmas - Joel Miller's cock.

A/N: this was such a last minute fic im ngl rn. wasn't even planning on posting a Christmas fic, let alone my FIRST dbf joel miller smut?? anyway, i hope everyone enjoys. happy Christmas<3

Pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: smut, some good ole daddy kink, age gap (20+ years), Joel is pretty pervy in this, alcohol, divorce mentions. Not proofread because I'm tired

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

When you left for college all that time ago, Joel didn't have any strong feelings towards you. You were his best friend's kid, so naturally he saw you often, and got close with you. You were a sweet kid, kind, smart (more than him, he reckoned), and very.. determined when you wanted to be.

Now you're back for Christmas, and as he sees you exiting your dad's car, hurrying over to him, yelling “Joel! Joel! Oh, I missed you so much!” he realises how fucked up his mind might be.

Any normal guy who was reuniting with a girl he'd known since she was a teenager, and a girl he had at least 20 years on, would not be looking at how her tits bounced in her crop top, or how her leggings were tight enough to let him see just how perfect your ass was.

But Joel wasn't normal, he wasn't a good man, so he was looking for all of those things. If he'd actually been looking at your face, maybe he'd have seen you smirking. Maybe he'd have realised you wore those clothes for exactly this reason.

-

Joel, or dad's best buddy, Mr Miller, as you'd known him until you were 16 and couldn't be bothered to pay respect to your elders, had been a part of your life for a while.

Ever since your mom took off, Joel was coming around far more often and, in his own gruff and quiet way, was taking care of you more than your own father was at the time.

Nowadays, you didn't really have any resentment towards your father because of this - he'd just gotten divorced, he was going through a rough time.

But teenage you definitely did, and having Joel step in like that definitely left you with mixed feelings.

If things weren't the way they were back then, you'd probably have developed this all-encompassing crush on him even earlier.

When you were leaving for college though, the crush suddenly dived into your life, crashing down and muddling up everything you thought you knew about yourself.

Now, as you returned back home at last, you knew you had to have him, or you feared you might just lose it.

He was everything a girl.. like you, could want right now. Old, brooding, mysterious, and so fucking hot.

So as you hopped over to him where he stood in his front lawn, you made sure to hug him tight and make sure he could really feel that you weren't wearing a bra. You knew he was looking already, so why not let him feel it?

He hesitated for a moment - probably struggling with his boner which you swore you could already feel - before bringing his arms around you and clapping you on the back.

“I missed you so much, Mr Miller.” You hum sweetly, looking up at him through your eyelashes. His own eyes almost flutter shut at the name you chose to use for him, and he manages to choke out a soft missed ya too, darlin’.

That darlin’ would be enough to make you come tonight.

Your dad finally turns around after unloading your luggage and turning the car off, greeting Joel before the two of you head to your house.

-

The next day, it's Christmas Eve. Dinner rolls around, and you check over your makeup one more time. You don't want it to be too much - it would look weird, considering it was only Joel coming over (your dad was a solitary creature) - but you still had to look good for him.

The doorbell rings and you almost trip down the stairs. ���I'll get it, dad!” You yell, and he thanks you, completely unaware of your motives.

You open the door, biting back a smirk when Joel immediately looks you up and down, only just managing to tear his eyes away from your chest.

“Hi, Mr Miller. It's so good to see you.” You smile sweetly.

“Hi, sweetheart… told ya y’dont have ta call me that. Joel's fine.” He says softly, eyes still a little hazy.

You step back to let him inside and immediately take one of the beers he'd brought over once he sets the case down.

“Y’old enough to drink that, honey?” He teases, mind finally out of the gutter for now.

“I'm 21 in like.. a month. It's fineeee.” You smirk, tipping your head back and taking a big swig, showing off the long column of your neck and the swell of your breasts.

His mind is back in the gutter.

Your eyes are off him for now, so he allows him to drink in the sight of you properly. A silly Christmas hat atop your curled, gorgeous hair; red sweater tight around your breasts, little candy-canes dotted around it; your skirt, far too short and he's almost certain you're teasing him now, tights underneath making him want to rip them clean off of you. Your makeup looks perfect, red lips which he knows would look perfect around his cock, mascara which he can picture smudged and ruined from tears and sweat while you fuck-

“Joel, y’made it! Cmon, sit with me.” Your dad grins, and Joel's eyes widen. What the fuck is wrong with him? He cannot be thinking that way about you.

He shakes his head, muttering something to himself before going to sit with your dad.

-

Joel finally thinks he'll have some reprieve from your incessant teasing, letting out a tired sigh as he sits on the couch, your dad on the armchair.

“Tired already, old man?” Your dad teases.

“You're older than me, asshole.” Joel grunts, earning him a chuckle.

Just then, you appear in the doorway. Of course, of-fucking-course, you'd decide to watch TV with them tonight. It's soccer, for Christ's sake, you'd always get bored out of your mind and run upstairs to go on your phone whenever the game was on.

Not today though, much to Joel's dismay.

“What're you watching?” You ask, sitting beside Joel. He tries to mask his discomfort.

“Just soccer hon, I know you don't like-” your dad starts, but you quickly cut him off.

“No, no! It's fine. I'll try watching it tonight.” You smile softly, and settle in to watch.

You clearly get bored after about 5 minutes, sighing softly.

“You really find this interesting?” You murmur to Joel, now having made yourself comfortable on his shoulder. He tried to make himself as stiff as possible when you first lay on him, but you were persistent as always, and he just gave in.

“Ain't nobody forcin’ you to watch it.” He argues, and you keep quiet after that, eventually getting up to go get the food ready.

-

Dinner is yet another trial for Joel. You've gotten just as frustrated and impatient as he is, it seems.

Leaning in front of him when serving the food, giving him a clear view of your tits. Not to mention you never serve food, set the table, but all of a sudden you're acting like little miss helpful today.

‘Accidentally’ dropping a cup and bending over in his eyeshot to pick it up.

Sitting beside him at the table instead of with your dad.

When your hand moves to his thigh, he bolts upright, earning him a look from your dad.

“Bathroom,” is all he can get out before he's rushing upstairs.

“Fucking kid. Thinks she can fuckin’.. pull all this shit with me.. thinks she can act like this in front of her dad.. fuck me.” He mutters to himself, despite undoing his belt and pulling his cock out, barely stifling his groan when he spits on his palm and starts tugging at his length so fast it's almost painful.

His mind conjures up all sorts of unholy images, and he's on the brink of release when- “Mr Miller,” you coo, knocking on the door. “is everything okay? You've been gone for like 10 minutes. Was it something in the food?”

He's so angry, so pent-up, he wants to pull you in here and just fuck that goddamn attitude out of you.

He's deathly silent, flushing, turning on the sink as he pulls his pants up, blue-balled like he'd never been before, and exiting the bathroom.

“Everything is fine.” He grits out, fists clenched as he walks past you. You eye his bulge and smirk before practically skipping down the stairs.

“He said everything's fine, daddy.” You smile to your dad, and he almost collapses. He swears he sees god for a second.

That word coming out of your mouth should absolutely not turn him on like it just did - but it did.

The rest of dinner, he's almost silent, just gulping down beer and chewing on his now cold turkey. You don't try anything with him, actually a little afraid he might just get up and leave.

Instead, you wait until the movie.

Your dad puts Die Hard on, and after a lengthy argument about whether or not it even counts as a Christmas movie, - you insist it's not and will carry that with you to the grave - you settle beside Joel.

Joel thinks he's made it through the worst of the evening, but then you shiver. You shiver again, and then you pout, and he feels obliged to ask.

“Are you cold?”

“Yeah.. can I have some of the blanket?” You whisper. Your dad is practically falling asleep in the armchair.

He goes to hand you the blanket, and you, devious as ever, put it over both of your laps, cuddling up to Joel even more.

He's on full alert right now, stiff as a log, waiting for your next game.

The movie goes on, and then your hand creeps under the sheet. Moving from the side, to your own lap, to his arm, then to his leg-

“What're you-” he grunts, but you just shush him.

“I'm trying to watch the movie, Joel.” You huff, as if your hand isn't on his cock right now.

His eyes are darting between you, the screen, his lap under the blanket, and your dad. Way too much is going on, and as you start palming him, he lets out the most pained groan. He sees you biting your lip and he's so angry, so horny, he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Your dad suddenly wakes up, and the bubble pops. You pretend you're asleep on Joel's shoulder, and you know you've won when Joel tells your dad to just go on up, that he'll make sure she gets to bed.

As soon as your dad's bedroom door shuts, Joel grabs your jaw, glaring at you.

“Exactly what the fuck do you think you're doing, little girl?” He spits, and you giggle softly.

“‘m not doing anyth- ow, Joel!” You whimper when he squeezes your cheeks together.

“You gonna tell the truth now? Gonna answer me properly?” He says, tone and eyes cold as the ice on your driveway.

You nod, trying to stifle your whimper. He eases the grip on your jaw, still holding it, before asking you again.

“What do you think you're doing?” He says through clenched teeth, and you know he's not fucking around anymore.

“I.. I just..” Fuck it, you may as well shoot your shot, otherwise what was the point of everything tonight anyway?

“I wanted you to fuck me, Joel.”

Creak goes the step at the top of your staircase, and you squeak, jumping off the couch as Joel pulls the blanket and a pillow over his lap. You rush upstairs past your dad, hurriedly bidding him goodnight before slamming your door.

“Just came to grab my phone. Everythin' alright..?” He asks, brows furrowed at your skittish behaviour.

Joel nods, and your dad leaves him alone.

His cock has been throbbing for hours. So long that it's actually painful. But now he can't do anything. You and your dad are upstairs, you'll be asleep in 5 minutes, and Joel will just have to pretend it's your pussy wrapped around his length when he fucks his fist in the guest bedroom tonight.

-

Guilt gnaws away at him as he cleans his come off of his hand and stomach, tossing the tissues into the bin before changing into some sweats and managing to fall asleep after half an hour of tossing and turning.

The world seems to hate him, since he wakes up at 2am, heading to the bathroom only to walk past your bedroom and hear you moaning. He can't make out what you're moaning - but he has a good idea - and he's thankful your doors are quiet when he opens the one to your room.

You're facing away from the door, legs spread, face in your pillow as your hips buck, fingers working your pussy furiously.

“Joel, Joel, fuck-” you gasp, whimpering as you get close.

Fuck this.

If he didn't get to come for the entire evening, you did not get to come right now.

He walks over to you, morales abandoned, and growls your name.

You squeak, biting your lip as you turn and look at him. You'd been so close, but now you're too petrified to finish.

“Joel, I-”

“Not another word.”

It's the last thing he says before he flips you back onto your stomach, pushing your head down into the pillows.

“You're gonna be a good girl and shut the fuck up while I fuck this needy pussy. You understand me?”

You part your lips to reply, earning a spank to your ass.

“Can't fuckin’ listen, can ya? No talking, baby.”

You nod, whimpering as he pushes your head back down and pulls your soaked panties off, tossing them onto the floor.

“Fuck, look at her. Drippin’ for me, ain't she? Didn't know you were such a slut, babygirl.” He teases, knuckles dragging along your slit, and you cry into the pillow, hips bucking back against his hand.

Another spank, making you moan, trying to stop your hips from bucking once more.

“You take what you're fucking given. Do you understand me?”

You nod, having learnt from your mistakes.

“Good girl. Knew you could listen for me.” He coos, before he's thrusting two of his thick fingers into your dripping heat.

You gasp and whine, moaning his name into the pillow, almost tearing your sheets with how hard you grip them.

“That's right.. moan my name. Fuckin’ slut.” He grunts, head ducking down to tease your clit with his tongue. You almost lose it, starting to clench hard and fast around his fingers. You're right on the edge when he pulls away.

“Joel!” You practically sob, deflating as your orgasm drifts away.

“Shh, shh. You thought you could tease me all night and still get off? Y’thought wrong, honey.” He coos, mocking, pulling down his sweatpants and slicking up his cock with your wetness, giving you no warning as he starts to push in.

“Ohh, fuck. Knew you'd be tight for me, baby. That's it, good girl.” He groans, bottoming out. He allows you to cry his name into the pillow, but when he starts really fucking you, it gets too much.

He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into you, making you almost scream, back arching and hips bucking - unsure if you want him to get out, or fuck you even harder.

He decides for you, starting to pound into you. The only sounds in the room are your broken moans, his heavy breathing, and the rhythmic slapping of skin on skin.

“Joel- Joel- pl-please I'm gonna come- please Daddy-” you moan, and his hips stutter before he's pulling you up by your hair, his back to your chest when he resumes his aggressive thrusts.

“Shut- the fuck- up.” He pants in-between thrusts, and you whimper, brows drawing together as you get close. He starts rubbing your clit and you see stars, unable to stop yourself from coming.

“Fuckfuckfuck yes, yes daddy- oh my god-” you sob, before he's pulling out and manhandling you onto your back, thrusting back inside to the hilt, palm covering your mouth.

“You better shut up right now unless you want your real daddy to wake up, find us here like this-” you curse silently when you clench around him at the thought - what is wrong with you?

“Oh, you like that? Dirty fucking girl. Such a slut for daddy, huh?” You clench tighter at that, and his thrusts speed up, pace irregular. “Yeah, you fuckin’ like that.”

His hand leaves your mouth and you cover it yourself, not wanting to anger him anymore.

“‘s okay, baby.” He murmurs, taking your hand from your mouth and leaning down to kiss you. As he does, his hand goes to your clit, and you moan loudly, muffled slightly by the kiss, as your back arches off the bed and you come so hard you see stars, setting off his own release and making him groan, biting your shoulder as he fills you up.

It's quiet for a moment, save for your shared panting, before he pulls out.

“Fuck, honey..” he murmurs, watching your shared fluids dribble out of your cunt, gathering them up on his fingers and pushing them back into your tight hole.

“Made such a mess, didn't we?” He says softly, brushing your hair away from your eyes as you giggle softly, nodding.

“That was so good.” You whisper, and he nods, gathering you up in your arms.

“Joel, you can't stay in here-” you mutter, confused.

“Just relax, honey. I'll leave in the mornin’. Just let me hold you for now.”

You're utterly perplexed, but you're definitely not complaining, swallowed up by his warmth and drifting off within a minute.

-

The next morning, you're opening presents, and you bite your lip when he reads his card from you. At the bottom, you'd added - come to my room afterwards for the second part of your gift - and when he comes upstairs afterwards, it's safe to say he doesn't leave for a good hour.

Dividers by @adornedwithlight <3

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Have a good Christmas everyone!! ❤️

[mocchii-writes]

can you do a dae ho fic, with him being super protective and defending the reader, but she shows her own strength (maybe even saving him) and he is so star struck and falls in love immediately

She's the Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

Paring: Kang Dae-ho x fem!reader Summary: Dae-ho felt the need to protect you, but didn't expect how starstruck he could be when you returned the favor. Words: 1k Warnings: death, guns, swearing, violence, normal squid game stuff lols A/n: I hope I didn't make this too Y/n lmao ♡ ~🍡🍡

It's definitely hard to trust people here, to say the least. You see it all, just about. The blood of hundreds stains your clothes, and the screams you’ll probably have in your nightmares feel like a fever dream. Your survival instinct can only get you so far, though, and you know it. You need to find a backup.

You expect some kind of weapon to fill the gap in your barrier. You could break a mirror in the bathrooms, maybe? It's an understatement to say the supplies are limited, and you just barely make it through the last game. You can tell you're a target. Maybe not a huge one, but everybody here has someone after them, and it's easy and difficult at the same time to be discreet here.

But it isn't a weapon you get for help--it's a man. He doesn't hesitate to help you out when you need it, and you know that he’s valuable in this setting. You call him Dae-ho. Probably because that's his name, but it still has some meaning to you. Hopefully to him, too. It feels right, rolling off of your tongue, but you digress.

He seems to care about you, at least compared to some of the heartless shells of people here. You've both found solace in each other, and he truly made you feel safe, even if you had only known each other for a few days. You talk to one another. He tells you about his life, his past. You tell him about your past, your life. It's a small feeling of comfort, at least to you.

You're snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of lights out being announced by that cold voice that makes your skin shiver. You kick your legs, sitting on a bed as you look at Dae-ho across the room. He's discussing something with his little group. He'd previously invited you to join, but you said you'd rather keep your circle small. You swing your legs, looking at his face. It's very serious, but he's pretty far away. He says something, and then you feel his eyes on you. He nods briefly at someone else as he heads to you. Your face shows concern as his serious demeanor doesn't falter.

"You need to be near us tonight, preferably in our base." You think he's joking, but you don't laugh, just in case.

""Base"?" You ask, smiling. "Why?" He rolls his eyes a bit, but you can't say you blame him. "I can handle myself." He raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"I'm not going to argue with you about that, but I could." You squint at him but chuckle. "Mr. Seong says people are going to fight tonight. He has a plan to keep us safe, and he said you can join."

"I thought we were gonna place bets." You smile. "My money is on that greasy guy who hangs out with the purple-haired asshole." He doesn't look amused, so you sigh. "How do you know he's not trying to get you killed?" You ask, dropping your egotistic demeanor.

"All he does is try to help us. Please." He says, pleading with you to have some common sense. You knew you would eventually accept, but you didn't like the thought.

"I'll think about it, alright?" He sighs and smiles a little. He knows he should take what he can get, but he hates the thought of someone hurting you.

Dae-ho isn't sure why he's taken the responsibility to protect you, but he has. He thinks of you like a flower sometimes. He can't make you take care of yourself if you don't want to, but he knows he's going to protect you anyway because everybody deserves a chance.

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You were lost in your thoughts, breaking out when you hear the robotic voice again.

"Player 230, 401, 299, 331, and 268, eliminated."

What? How? Your eyes track the room and land on Dae-ho, who's staring at the guards, confused. You make eye contact briefly, before people emerge from the bathrooms.

They go on to accuse each other of attacking the opposing team, creating an edge in the room. You're not listening very closely, though. Maybe Dae-ho was on to something when he said you should hide tonight.

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Update: He very much was right.

But you can't really think about that because there are far bigger issues at hand.

The lights are flickering so intensely you're afraid they might explode, and there's too much yelling and screaming to organize your thoughts. People are moving everywhere like scattering ants, and everything is a weapon for everyone. There's blood, a lot of it, all over the floor. You run, but it's like playing operation with corpses. You have scrapes from falling off your bed and defending yourself as you regret acting tough to Dae-ho.

Your ears are ringing, only because of a punch you just took. Everything is moving at the speed of light, and you don't have time to catch up. You kick back and stun the other person enough to run away. You feel a hand on your shoulder as you whip around, ready to fight.

To your brief luck, it's Dae-ho. He says something you can't hear and then pushes you behind him. You almost scoff if you weren't truly afraid for your life. He punches the person following you but quickly takes one himself. You try to move him, but he blocks your entrance again. You shout to him, telling him to let you help, but he probably can't hear you. You see someone holding a glass bottle sprinting to you, and your instinct finally kicks in. Literally.

You shift to the left and swiftly kick them, stunning them enough to drop their bottle as you punch them, their head ramming against a bed frame as they slide down, eyes closed. You force yourself to look away from the small pool of blood forming and push down the sick feeling in your stomach. You look for Dae-ho, to see him still fighting. He appears to be losing, though you can't hold it against him.

You don't hesitate to pull the guy off of him, grabbing his shirt from behind and throwing him down as best you could. He sits up, but you kick him hard in the face, knocking him out. You're better at this than you thought. You see another lady running to you, screaming. You quickly pick up the discarded glass bottle and shatter it against her skull. The lights turn on as guards rush in, appearing to stop the fighting.

You pant, wiping unknown blood from your face as you look to Dae-ho. You expect him to look horrified at least, but he's simply staring at you. You tilt your head at him.

"You... handled that." He says, grabbing your arm and bringing you to his "base".

"I said I could," you smirk, "You seem surprised."

"No, I'm impressed." He laughs dryly.

That stressful moment didn’t feel like it would ever end, but it did, and you found yourself still standing. Or at least, still breathing. Dae-ho was too, which was the only thing you cared about at the moment. You leaned against the wall, your body trembling from the adrenaline. He was sitting across from you, his eyes anywhere but you.

"You're full of surprises," he says, his body seemed to hint at something softer than what his voice did.

"You thought I wasn't?" you say, a smirk tugging at your lips.

"I never said that." He pauses, looking at his hands before looking at you. "I'm just happy you're okay."

His words linger in the air for a moment, and you’re unsure how to respond. You’d only met him a few days ago, but Dae-ho had become more than just an ally. He was someone you could trust in a place where trust was a gamble most people couldn’t afford to make.

"You didn't have to stick your neck out for me," you say, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice wavers slightly.

"I wanted to," he replies simply, as though the decision had been easy. He finally drags his eyes to look at you. "You make this mess... bearable."

You feel your cheeks flush despite the blood coating your skin. His honesty is unexpected, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. Not anymore. You’d seen too much in such a short time to waste moments of purity.

"Dae-ho," you start, but his name on your tongue makes you falter. You take a breath and try again. "I don’t know how much longer either of us will make it here, but... you give me hope in this place, I guess."

His smile is small, but it reaches his eyes this time. He shifts closer, closing the space between you two. "Then we survive for each other. Okay?"

You nod, a warmth blooming in your chest that you hadn’t felt in what seemed like years.

For the first time in what feels like forever, the world outside of this moment feels small. The chaos, the blood, the fear—all of it fades away. In its place is Dae-ho, his presence holding your soul in an unfamiliar but welcome warmth.

You're both specks of dust in a hurricane, and you both know it. But, for this moment, you know you'll have a place to rest in the heart of this chaos. You can't say you're in love, but as he gently rests his hand over yours, you can't say you couldn't be.

So, I kind of love this, lmk what you think ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

[captain-huggy-bear]

Clayton and his drunk gf

As someone who rarely drinks (like maybe once or twice a year type of rare) I think he'd find it hilarious and maybe slightly concerning just how much of a light weight you could be. Cause 1 unit of alcohol already has me acting silly af. Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

"You sure you want to drink tonight, baby?" He asks not because he doesn't want you to drink, but because he knows it's a rare occurrence and because Clayton knows your definition of drinking is likely to be two fruity drinks before you're smashed. He doesn't mind if you chose to, just wants to make sure you're happy with it, that you don't feel pressured into it because the guys are drinking.

You've never had much of a tolerance for alcohol in all the time he's known you, not really building one because of how rarely you drink and in truth he loves it when you do because you're hilariously funny. Clay also likes how drunk you practically thinks sun shines out his ass with the way you always cling to him and compliment him. You're usually too shy to tell him everything you're thinking, too shy to be quite so openly admiring of him, it makes his ego grow a few sizes whenever you do drink. He gets to be loved on publicly, gets to show you off in a way you'd usually be too shy to attempt.

"Yeah, feel like it tonight,"

"Okay." It's simple really, you trust him enough to drink around him and let go of some of that control. It's a given that since your drinking Clayton won't, he doesn't feel put out by it, it's not like he drinks much anyway during the season. If anything there's a source of pride in knowing you trust him to lose some of that tightly held control you have.

The first drink hits you quick and makes you bubbly, giggly and more outspoken, but the second? The second has you thinking you're whispering when you're shouting, has you singing along to each song that comes on in the bar and more importantly for Clayton has you openly clambering into his lap when normally you'd be too shy and self-conscious to do so in public.

"You okay there, sweet girl?" You've crawled into his lap in the booth, not caring about the amused glances his team mates and their partners send your way as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, legs straddling either side of his hips in a way that really isn't very appropriate for a public setting.

"Mmmhmmm...." You hum happily, fingers fiddling with his cross as he wraps his arm around you to support you and keep you secure on his lap, not wanting you to slip off and backwards.

"You're super pretty..." You sigh it out so heavily as you blink up at him that it's almost like it's a bad thing, like his prettiness is causing you some sort of pain.

"You think I'm pretty, baby?" Clay's smirking down at you, teeth peeking out from beneath his lips, dimples coming out. He doesn't pay much attention to Kess whose already groaning about the two of you being disgusting or that Cools is giving him a look like he's touched a dead bug. Clay's focus is solely on you and the way you gaze up at him like he's the best thing in the world, your eyes a little glassy from the alcohol. Two whole drinks like always doing you in for the count, you won't drink another and will sleep like a baby later.

"You're the prettiest man I've ever seen." You tug at his chains absently enough that he has to lean forward to stop you from choking him slightly, but he doesn't mind. Not as your free hand scratches up the back of his neck and into his hair, new nails still slightly sharp, Utah Hockey Club blue proudly on display.

"You sure? Not one of those Hughes brothers?" Clay thinks back to when you first started seeing each other, you a Vancouver fan first with a fat crush on Quinn Hughes. A crush that had severely diminished since your crush on your boyfriend took root. Clay could joke about it now, but the first Utah vs Vancouver game he'd been slightly grumpier than usual, until he'd realised your eyes had been on him the entire game, not evening sparing the Canucks captain a glance when you walked past him to get to Clay after the game.

"Hughes brothers? Don't know 'em, don't care, cause my boyfriend is the prettiest man on earth." You proudly announce, pressing a kiss to his chin that was intended for his lips, missing by a mile.

"Oh my god, I'm going to be sick." Michael groans, throwing his head back and it has you twisting in Clayton's lap leaning towards Michael so far that you're close to tipping off his lap. You would do if Clayton didn't have a firm grip on your waist, fingers digging in to stop you slipping away.

"You just wish you were as pretty as Clayton is. You're jealous!" It's like watching two children argue. You're drunk and silly, Michael is...well, he's Michael which means he's a goofball who grins at you and the fact he can argue with someone whose the right side of tipsy.

"You saying I'm not pretty? Kells you need to sort your girl out, everyone knows I'm pretty."

"Why? She's right." He grins at Kess as you turn back to Clay, arms wrapping tight around his neck and pulling yourself as close as you can get, nose nuzzling into his neck like you want to burrow under his skin.

"So pretty..." It's mumbled against his skin where you press a kiss into his neck, a kiss that turns to you sucking a hickey there in full public view of all his team mates, the alcohol in your system removing any shame that you might have.

Most of the guys just shake their heads at you, the sort of amused smile reserved just for you because they know you're not normally this obnoxiously into Clay. Because they all love you even if you can't hold your alcohol.

"Baby." He tugs you away from his skin with a light scold, you scowl at him, pout at being pulled away from littering his skin in purple marks.

"Clay..." You whine at him as he tugs you more firmly onto his lap, hands squeezing your hips and running up and down your thighs.

"We're in public, baby." He tries to remind you as the guys start to disperse, some going to play pool, some going up to the bar for another drink. One by one they leave until it's just the two of you sat in the booth, hidden away in a darkish corner of the bar in a way that only seems to embolden you.

"Then lets get out of public."

His laugh is startled, loud, forced out of him because you're so...he loves you all the time. He loves your usual reserved, shy demeanour that has you giggling at him whenever he's particularly flirty, but God, does he love you when you're like this too. When you're so openly into him that you're almost dumb about it, head a little empty.

"Baby, we've been out an hour."

"But, I want to cuddle and Kess keeps making fun of me!" You sit up a little straighter in his lap, your brows furrowing together at the thought of Kess being mean to you.

"Well, Kess is gone now and we can cuddle, but you can't be marking me up, sweet girl, not here." He loves that you want to, always loves wearing your marks, loves the way it shows in post game interviews and how everyone knows he's taken. But, he also knows a bar isn't exactly the appropriate spot for you to give him them and he is sober...trying to limit sober you's future embarrassment.

"But..."

"But?"

"What if other girls get the wrong idea?" Your frown deepens at the hypothetical idea of any girl coming up to him, trying to get his number, a numb sort of jealousy filling you because you're too tipsy to realise that no girl in her right mind would come up to him when you're literally in his lap loving on him.

"Sweetheart, there's not a single girl in this bar that thinks I'm single right now. You're quite literally in my lap. Any girl that walks up to me right now is an idiot." and barking up the wrong tree. Clay's only got eyes for you, he's only had eyes for you since the first day he saw you, like a switch flicked in his head that made every other girl a footnote, an after thought. His world rotating around you.

You're muttering vague threats under your breath about what you'd do if some random girl tried to get his number right now and it makes his heart happy. To have you so in love with him, so dedicated to him. There are guys out there who have to worry when their girl is drunk because maybe she'll find someone else, but you? His biggest worry is that you'll try to drag him into the bathroom for quickie or that you'll trip over your own feet and hurt yourself. Other guys might as well not exist to you, the sort of wholehearted focused attention on him that makes him feel like he's on top of the world.

He soothes you, placates you with sweet words until you're leaning back into him, nuzzling back into his neck and fiddling with his cross again. You cuddle against him, against his warmth until he can feel your eyes starting to blink slower and slower, your breathing evening out as you lull yourself into a state of relaxation. You're not quite asleep, but you're sleepy, nuzzling against him like you would at home, curling closer and closer until there's not a single ounce of space between you.

He lets you grasp at his chains, lets you rest like that even when he needs to pee because quite frankly the warmth of you against him is all he needs. He doesn't need to play pool with the guys or get another drink. He just needs you against him and he's somehow managed to hit the jackpot.

[kayharrisons]

Sirens in the beat of your heart [The Vandal x afab!Reader] [18+]

Summary: it's a run of the mill job. Get in, grab the diamonds, get out. It goes off without a hitch, you're on your way out.

Goes off without a hitch, that is, until you come across a vandal, right in the middle of your exit plan.

A/N: gang I'm back at it again with another Spike Fearn character fic 🧍‍♀️ and THIS ONE DON'T EVEN HAVE A NAME AHAHAHA HE'S JUST CREDITED AS THE VANDAL??? But y'know what, mystery makes it hotter right 👀 i know nothing ab Batman or DC btw I'm just here to write smut for the character 🧍‍♀️also I don't super write the dialect but I imagine he has a New Yorker accent! Since Gotham is inspired by NY and all from what I've read lol

Fic warnings: stealing, vandalism, public sex, sex with a stranger, vaginal fingering, name calling (slut, whore, etc), no protection (wrap it UP guys), the mask stays ON during sex, choking, threatening behaviour, reader is briefly scared by him but man is she horny ab it, american Spike 🧍‍♀️

It was too easy.

The diamonds are heavy in your wool coat's pocket, a comforting weight by your side, an indicator of a job well done.

A reminder that it was too fucking easy grabbing them tonight.

You're half expecting the caped crusader himself to pop out of the shadows and deck you for these ever so precious jewels.

Fucking vigilantes, man.

You're casual as you exit the Gala, completely fucking normal. You smile politely at strangers, engage in casual conversation when it's initiated. You're a goddamned pro at this, alright? You've yet to be caught, yet to be rumbled.

Which, in Gotham, feels like an achievement in itself.

You wait until you're fifteen minutes away, long gone from the venue, all things considered, before getting in contact with your boss to let him know the deed was done.

Piece of cake, right?

The smell of paint, of fumes, the sound of compressed air hissing...

You curse softly.

You're dressed to the nines, ladies dressed to the nines definitely don't walk down alleys like this.

Thieves like you, however, totally do.

"Someone's coming!"

"Fucking go, then!"

There's the sound of rapid footsteps, mercifully heading in the opposite direction to you. Would be real fucking awkward if they came your way after all.

"I'll call you back," you mutter to your boss, hanging up the call after he warns you to be careful. You wave him off, because you've been doing this gig since you were eleven, you know how to take care of yourself.

One lone man has stayed behind, his back to you as he adds the finishing touches to a rather artful insult towards Gotham P.D.

The little pig with a bat mask is a nice touch, in your opinion.

"That's illegal, you know." you sing song as you sidle past him, cocky, arrogant.

He drops the can in an instant, hand snapping out to grab your wrist. You tense, eyes flickering up the glove clad hand, up the black material of his jacket and...

He keeps a bandana on his face, the lower half completely covered by it. Stormy blue eyes glare at you, his forehead hidden by a beanie, by the hood pulled over it.

"What's it to you, anyway?" he asks, gruff, accent thick. Gotham native, definitely. The thick New Yorker accent isn't hard to miss.

"Concerned citizen and all," you say, trying your best to look unaffected by his tight grip, by the steely eyes.

You've always been a sucker for pretty eyes, and does this dude have em.

Ugh. You need to get laid.

"Right, sure thing, sweetheart," he taunts, smirk audible in his voice. "S'that why you're running around down here with all us lowlife criminals? Tryna keep us in check?"

"Jesus, man, never heard of a sarcastic remark?"

"Bet you've got em in spades, huh?" he asks wryly, eyes narrowing at you.

"Bucketfuls of em. Something, something, childhood trauma, coping mechanism. I'm sure you know how it is."

"Why the fuck would I-?"

"Normal, well adjusted dudes don't spraypaint pigs wearing bat cowls. Nice work, by the way. Very artful."

His grip tightens on your wrist at that, and he tugs you closer, his narrowed eyes scrutinising you from head to toe.

"Pretty girls like you don't belong in places like this, sweetheart." he informs you, gruffly, in such a way that it causes heat to pool deep in your belly.

Jesus christ, you seriously need to get dicked down.

"Maybe I do?" you shoot back, tugging your wrist free of his grip. "You don't know shit, dude-"

He shoves your back against the wall, keeping you pinned there by your throat. Your eyes widen, startled, a glimpse of terror shining in them.

That causes his grip to tighten around your throat, your breath stuttering at the action, your panties fucking flooding with arousal.

You need laid. You need to go to the fucking bar after this and get screwed so fucking good your brain turns to mush.

His eyes widen a touch at the look on your face. At how quickly your fear has melted into arousal. His fingers flex around your throat, and to your humiliation, a whine escapes you.

"Are you-" he blinks, eyes giving you a slow once over. "Are you getting fucking turned on by this? What the fuck-?"

"Look man-" you seethe, poking a finger into his chest. "I haven't had a good lay in months. And I happen to be a lady who enjoys a good choking. So sue me for just- for my body's reactions, alright?"

His blue eyes are damn near black with how large his pupils have gotten, only a thin ring of blue left behind as the pupils drown out the ocean of his eyes.

"You dirty little slut," he whispers, free hand reaching out, slowly unbuttoning your coat. Agonisingly slowly. It's a glacial pace really. But goddamn does the action get you wetter than a fucking waterfall, the anticipation of it all makes you crave more. "Look at you, already squirming like a bitch in heat. I haven't even fucking touched you, yet."

"Been a while." you inform him, clipped, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders.

You don't know him. This is wrong. You haven't even seen his fucking face.

But, you reason, is it any different to screwing some rando at the bar? You don't learn their names, you only use them for their bodies and go on your merry way.

"Months, you said, wasn't it?" He hums, parting your coat open, exposing the silky number you'd draped on your body tonight. He whistles, low, warm fingers reaching out and running up and down the smooth material. "Well, you're all prettied up, aren'tcha? Been anywhere nice, hm?"

"Just- some party- who cares-?"

"Making polite conversation, is all," he teases, fingers grazing over your pebbling nipples. Your breath hitches, hips bucking instinctively, and he briefly grips your throat tighter in warning. "Now, now, baby," he grins, you're unable to see his smile of course, but the crinkle of his eyes gives him away. His fingers don't stop stroking over your nipples, circling them, ever so gently pulling on them. Anything he can to make you squirm. "Let me take my time with you, you desperate little slut. Who lets guys they don't know touch up on em like this in a fucking alley where anyone can see them?"

Well, you don't have an argument for that.

He can clearly tell, judging by the smug look that comes to his eyes. His hand leaves your breast, gliding down the silk of your dress and to your stomach, where he starts to pull it up, leaving creases in the silky material as he slides his hand further down. Further. Further...

You moan at the feeling of his gloved fingers dipping beneath your panties, immediately finding your wet heat and leisurely stroking back and forth over your folds.

Jesus fucking christ, it feels too good.

You slowly rock your hips against his hand, and he groans, pressing closer to you, his muffled breaths panting right by your ear. It seriously turns you on more than you care to admit.

"Such a good little whore, aren't you?" he groans by your ear, resulting in another moan from you, as he slowly, deliberately, circles your clit. "Look at you, putty in my hands. A stranger's hands, at that."

"Please," you breathe, desperate for him, to be filled up with-

You don't beg anymore than that, two of his long fingers sliding through your folds and up inside of your cunt. Your moan of sheer pleasure echoes through the alleyway, which is soon filled by the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you, scissoring every other thrust to stretch you wider.

You should feel shame. But you can't bring yourself to, not when it's so intoxicatingly hot having a stranger touch you out in the open like this.

Jesus, it just makes you gush even more around his fingers, the slick sounds of his fingers inside of you is downright pornographic in nature.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he groans, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes staring down between you, where his fingers disappear in and out of your body. Your release is so fucking close, your hips desperately rutting into his hand as that ever familiar sensation begins cramping at your insides. "Got a fucking vice grip on my fingers, sweetheart, can only imagine how my dick is gonna feel in there-"

With a cry, you cum hard around his fingers, your fingers clutching tight to his broad shoulders, your legs wobbly. You lean your head back against the wall, uncaring of the fresh paint sticking to your coat, your hair. You're too blissed out to care.

He groans, nudging his nose against your pulse, his breathing fast.

"Turn around," he breathes, hands franctically undoing his belt, unzipping his jeans. "And bend over, hands against the wall like the good little slut we both know you are, sweetheart."

With a pathetically horny whimper that you'll scream over later, you do so. You place your palms flat against the brick, still sticky with paint, and you bend at the waist.

He wastes no time in pushing your dress up over your ass, in shoving your panties down your legs. In one, deep thrust, he pushes himself inside of you, your twin moans of pleasure filling the alleyway.

His grip on your hips is bruising, his dick thrusting in and out of your pussy in such a way that you know you'll be feeling it for at least a week.

Passing sirens, however, near knock you out of your lustful haze.

"Hey," you hiss, straightening up, unable not to whimper at the change in angle. "We should- cops are-"

"Who fucking cares?" he pants into your ear, one hand creeping up to wrap around your throat again, your back almost against his chest as he continues the brutal slam of his hips against yours. "You want me to stop?" he asks, breath warm against your skin despite the face covering.

"Don't you fucking dare," you say immediately, instinctively, rocking your hips against his. "I'll call the cops on your vandalising ass if you stop."

He laughs. Distantly, you think about how it's a pretty sound, how you wouldn't mind hearing more of it... but then he changes the angle ever so slightly, and your eyes roll back into your skull near enough.

"Just like that," you pant, fingers coming up to clutch at the hand around your throat. He groans, obliging you as he keeps up the pace, his grip on your throat tightening and loosening every so often.

"You take me so fucking well, sweetheart," he coos, as you feel the clench deep inside of you again, signalling that another orgasm is on the horizon. "Take it like a good fucking slut, fuck- fuck what I'd give to never fucking have to leave this pussy, to just fuck it forever-"

"Oh god, yes-"

"Fuck- FUCK-"

"Cum inside me, please, please-" you beg, as his hips start to stutter against yours, as he whines low in his throat at your suggestion. "Please- need to feel you like- like-"

"Ah- ah fuck-" he groans as his release comes over him, as he fills you up with his cum, as his hips stagger to a halt, his fingers digging into your flesh so hard you just know you'll have marks for days to come.

You both stand there, only a moment, as the sirens get closer. He practically shoves you off of him, stuffing himself back into his jeans, which he quickly buckles back closed. You straighten, legs wobbly and certain fluids leaking down your inner thighs.

It's incredibly hot, if you're honest.

You pull your dress back down, button your jacket closed. He packs up all of his equipment, and you both take a moment to look at each other.

You back away first, heels clacking uncertainly against the pavement. He gives you a nod, and rises, slinging his bag of supplies over his shoulder.

Neither of you say anything as you both start to leave, as you shove your hands in your pockets and turn on your heel to speed walk your way out of the alley. His footsteps grow quieter and quieter as he walks the opposite direction.

Your pockets.

Your... empty pockets.

Your eyes widen, fingers scrambling for the jewels, you turn around, eyes scanning the ground for something shiny, sparkly-

You don't spy it on the ground.

No, you see something sliding into his own pocket, as he turns to look at you before he leaves.

His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and he wiggles a hand at you in a mocking wave. He disappears round the corner in an instant.

"You son of a BITCH-"

[jellyskink]

The Doc is OUT (For the day.)

"Callie I'm home! And I got you a treeaattt~!"

Irene's voice rang through her studio apartment with a mix of excitement and weariness. She was finally done with work for the day, seeing her child was what she was looking forward to the most after today.

(Hm... I don't see her waiting for me at the door as usual, where could she be?)

Unceremoniously kicking off her shoes next to door, she tosses her jacket onto her sofa, after which she follows suit onto.

Today was just like any other, day in and day out from the medical office. The same car troubles, the same usual bickering with Mr. Ibis, the same dang stress of worrying how soon the world as she knew it was going to end, but on top of it all off, she had another appointment with Dr. Stanford Filbrick Pines that day.

(I just don't get that guy. Nothing about his lifestyle or even state of being makes sense! This is the first time in my entire career I can't figure out SOME kind of pattern with my patient.)

Dr. Pine's entire situation confused her, and the cherry on top was that his medical records were just as confusing and a mess to figure out.

(I just don't get it, there's such a wide gap of time between any kind of medical logs that have information on Dr.Pines. It's almost like he went MISSING for a while in his life.)

Thinking about this all really made her headache worse. Her hands reached up to her temples as she began to massage them gently. It didn't help much, but it was better than nothing.

Irene found herself sighing loudly as an adorably unearthly meow rang in her ear and she felt an otherworldly ball of fur lay on her head.

"mRrowww..."

"Daww hello my little angel! I missed you so much!"

Her hands immediately went from her own to the incomprehensiblely adorable ball of fur that gave her so much reason in her life. She was her baby, her adorable little cat Calamari.

Calamari happily purred in response to Irene's affection. Irene knew she was a walking trope of a lonely cat lady who treated her cat like her own flesh and blood, but she didn't care. Calamari was really the only family she had right now, and the foolish trope was one that was lame anyway.

"Guess what? I got you a treat while I was out today! It's your favorite! A tuna flavored cat biscuit!"

Reaching into her pocket, Irene revealed the cat biscuit to her fluffy friend. Before she had the chance to unwrap it, she felt it dematerialize from her hand like it was going out of style.

"Haha! I knew you'd love it! You're so cute!!"

Alright so Callie rarely ate with her mouth and preferred to absorb most food items into her third eye. It wasn't normal but it was very much still adorable! Even if staring into said eye for too long made you space out and question life for twenty minutes.

Calamari happily rubbed her head onto Irene's hand after finishing her treat.

(I know there isn't a ton of reliable studies that show animals such as cats can thank people, but Callie's a smart kitty, I'm sure she knows how! It definitely wouldn't be the weirdest thing she could do. Hmm, it is getting pretty late now, I should probably get dinner taken care of, I'm pretty hungry right now myself.)

With a sigh and movements as graceful as she could, she picked up Calamari and cradled her as she reached for her phone and opened up her flipphone.

(I... really don't feel like cooking today. You know what? I'm going to splurge and get takeout tonight.

But what? Chinese? No I need to watch my sodium intake... Spaghetti Bolognese from that one Italian restaurant a couple blocks down? Tempting as that is one of my favorite foods, and the owner does owe me a couple of favors themselves, but then again I get that a lot, I don't want to get tired of it by accident...)

Calamari flopped around in her arms playfully as she contemplated what she wanted to eat.

(Ah of course! Why didn't I think of it sooner! Pizza! It isn't the healthiest choice either, but I could seriously go for it right now! Now where did I put that one pizza place's number...)

After what felt like eternity waiting for her pizza delivery order, Irene heard a knock on the door as she opened it. The pizza she ordered placed politely on top of her cat shaped doormat, looking as much as a treasure as an ancient relic in the moment.

(Gotta say I'm glad I'm able to pay by card for this... I'm really not in the mood to talk right now to anyone.)

Happily taking the pizza into her home, Irene flopped down onto her couch, Calamari immediately following suit.

The pizza was as delectable as ambrosia in that moment. The crust was perfectly golden brown and spiced with italian seasoning, the sauce was the perfect balance of sweet and savory, spiced to perfection, and the cheese and pepperoni on top was the perfect way to end the wonderful layers of the pizza pie. And was that basil added on top? It was!!

The pizza was cut into squares, triangle pizza at least for the past year wasn't very popular with establishments or certain people, especially if it was just a cheese pizza, but that didn't matter at all to Irene.

Before she knew it Irene found herself eating the entire pizza, sharing some of the cheese and pepperoni with Calamari since that was her favorite part to eat.

(Ah I didn't mean to indulge so much tonight... well you know what? It was delicious! Who knows how long it's been since I last ate a nice meal that WASN'T something from the hospital cafeteria...)

Calamari at this point was sleeping next to Irene on the couch, satisfied and happily napping.

(Daw... I'm glad she liked it too, thank goodness the ingredients in this are alright to give to her in moderation, I have trouble saying no to my darling little Calamari!)

Noticing the time, Irene decided it was time to get ready for bed. There were patients to see and work for her to do tomorrow.

(I really want to wear my comfiest and favorite pajamas tonight, where are they? I know I washed them and had them in my pile of clean laundry on my bed... aha! Here they are!)

Irene quickly threw on her favorite pajamas, an oversized nightshirt with the words "Live, Laugh, CatMom" printed on it in cursive accompanyed by a silly picture of a cat Irene absolutely adored. Paired with it were her flowy and comfortable pajama bottoms, decorated with pictures of cats with silly mustaches.

(Finally done for the day, I really should fold my laundry and put it away... Ehhh I'll do it tomorrow. For now I'll just put the clothes and the basket on my dinnertable.)

Nighttime quickly began to set as Irene sat at her worn down antique vanity desk. The stars were beautiful at this hour, glittering throughout the night, they were one of the only things that stayed consistent and normal in Irene's life.

(Geez, no matter how many times I look at myself in the mirror I can't help but notice how quickly time passes. Stress really isn't doing your already awkward looks any favors... Maybe I need to change up my look again? But how?

Maybe I should get back into trying to learn makeup and more "modern" fashion... Or maybe a new haircut? Maybe not that latter option, I'm quite happy with my bob, it's certainly been easier to care for my hair lately, and I'm not sure I could pull off anything shorter or more... "Adventurous.")

"Mrrroww??" With a quick leap, Calamari jumped onto the desk, knocking over a few cosmetics, toiletries, and photos while doing so.

"Woah! Careful my dear! Haha you always seem to know when something is bothering me..."

*Sigh* "I suppose I'm just worried about myself again is all. You know me, whenever I'm not worrying about how I look, I worry about my work."

(I guess I just, never expected my life to go this way I suppose. Cipher really did throw a wrench into a lot of my plans in life. I mean, did anyone expect any of this to happen? I'm ashamed to admit I was arrogant in the beginning, I believed this all couldn't be possible, that it'd be solved soon if anything, I believed it couldn't cause as much problems and dangers to the world as it did...)

"You know what they say, every rose has it's thorn, although I certainly feel like I have more thorns than rose sometimes..."

(I'll never forget my first reaction to being sent out as a part of the group of doctors to help the people evacuating Gravity Falls. There was so much panic, so much chaos, and some of the wounds I had to patch up weren't anything you'd ever normally deal with even if you worked in the ER.

It almost seemed unreal, that any moment someone would say "cut" and it would end like a movie.)

(It's these kind of moments of panic that really make me childishly wish that the world of medical science was as simple as we believed it was as kids, that all it really took was being rushed to the infirmary, some rest, a bandaid, and some care to heal whatever was hurting somone.)

(But that wasn't how things were. It was much more complicated than that, and the kicker was that you always held your patient's life in your line like a tether. Whenever that tether broke and you couldn't help fix it no matter how hard you tried, having to tell the patient's family their loved one was gone... It's almost too much to bear sometimes.)

"I'm so thankful I have you though Callie, I really think you're one of the only good things to come out of this mess and into my life."

"Woof!"

"Haha!! That's a new one! You never cease to surprise me girl! That and the weird things you sometimes bring me home..."

(When she was younger it was normal stuff like mice, small birds, and insects. Nowadays it was much more... weird. When it wasn't something like a gnome panicking for it's life or an eyebat, it was random items.)

(At first it was pretty normal, like a sparkly pink ribbon probably used to tie up hair or something, black nail polish, or what I'm assuming is someone's art project for pins of what I'm guessing is a top hat and bow tie??)

(Then it became weirder and more varied. For example, she once brought home a weird plush that resembles Dr. Pines in a way. That one in particular was odd because I don't think I've ever seen Dr. Pines smile in such a showboating way, let alone wear anything that wasn't of any semblance to "his muse". The suit seemed normal but the fez was definitely the weirdest thing.)

(Most recently she brought home some kind of sentient gummy lizard-snake thing. It had jumped out of my hands when I had tried to take it outside to release it, and I still haven't found it to this day. Sometimes I swear spot it moving around somewhere from the corner of my eye while I'm at home...)

"Anyways, how about we head to bed? I know I'm tired today after an exhausting day!"

(I'll clean up my vanity later, it's certainly getting way too late for me to be up at this hour...)

With that, Irene promptly headed to bed with Calamari following in tow. She promptly fell asleep quickly after laying her head down, despite wanting to spend some more time thinking about things.

Unbeknownst to her though, up high in a corner of the wall of her apartment, was a cute little housespider sitting on it's web.

Of course the next morning Calamari would be found by Irene playing with this exact spider.

A cute little spider, with a strange pattern that strangely looked like a certain evil dorito with an eye. :)

(I'm really glad you and others liked my cringey fanfiction! It definitely surprised me and had me smiling ear to ear!

I hope you don't mind I kinda winged it with Oleander's character. I thought she kinda gave off the vibes of a tomboy/tomboy in her youth while also the vibes of the "determined doctor" trope. Hopefully this doesn't clash with your actual ideas for her? I love the idea too of her being a dorky cat lady too lol.

I seriously loved the details you made about Calamari! I thought it'd be funny if her teleporting power also let her travel dimensions for funsies, because imagine all of the mischief she could cause! Especially if she likes to steal Bill and Ford's stuff the most lmaoo.)

I LOVE cat mom Oleander!! And Calamari stealing stuff from other universes? PERFECT. I DEEPLY hope she steals things from other AU Fords!

And, Ford. Honey. Baby. Calamari isn't the reason you lost the cat show.

(I think I'll call this ask fiction! I'll put these in that tag, for those who want to find them again!! c: )

[blushblushbear]

What if the kitsune’s got jealous?

Aki

tries to play it off like he's not jealous

is failing miserably

IT'S SO OBVS HE'S JEALOUS

is going to look for your attention once they're gone

might even ask if he's still your favorite when you two are alone

in a very pouty way of course

will step in and mention how much he enjoys being your BOYFRIEND

they're mine mine mine take the hint step off loser

lol

is very pouty later but NEEDS those affirmation cuddles

kicked puppy about the whole affair

and yet will still try and deny he's jealous

at least at first

maybe one of the only kistune boys who will finally be like OKAY FINE I'M JEALOUS, YOU DON'T GIVE ME ATTENTION LIKE THAT, GIVE ME ATTENTION NOW PLEASE OKAY

will accept apologies in the form of affection, cuddles, and snacks if you feel so inclined

but mostly just wants to be your center of attention again

will use tricks, pranks and even more puppy dog eyes to achieve that goal

Haru

tries and mostly succeeds at keeping it subtle

mostly

he's given away by the fact that he's usually not this tense

or this terriorial

very 'is this guy bothering you' vibes

will also be very clingy/affectionate around his target of jealousy just so they get the message

what exactly do they think they're getting all chummy with their partner for??

and where do they think they're going with this shtick???

excuse them????

some nerve

anyway

kiss honey <3

will also puppy dog for your attention but he may lay it on thicker than Aki

clinging to you

excessive pouting

asking if you if you want him to do that thing you like later tonight wink

cling cling hug hug kiss kiss IGNORES THE PEST THEY AREN'T WORTH HIS TIME but like a little kiss cause he misses your lips???

will low key deny the jealousy but also maybe confirm it in a backhanded way

'I get why they were all over you, who wouldn't be-- but didn't think you'd reciprocate. And with your boyfriend around. One would even think you're just TRYING to make me jealous'

and then he pouts

though sometimes it's followed with a expression of fear that he's not good enough

'are they... doing something I'm not for you??? what about them do you like so much better than me???'

gets really insecure about the whole affair frankly

also a little possessive

Fuyu

the KING of pretending he's not jealous while DEFINITELY WEARING IT ON HIS SHOULDER lol

it triggers a downward spiral of pride and insecurities

he both simultaneously knows he is a catch and also knows he is a bore/brute

worries and frets about the attention you were giving others

doesn't bring it up till you ask but also doesn't make it subtle that he's in a huff

pretends not to care or notice the attention he believes you were LAVISHING on the other party but it's so obvious it's eating away at him

but just as easily as he is made huffy, he is also soothed

a few kisses, a few words and acts of affection and he is putty in your hands once more

until his jealously is struck up again

he's ego is so fragile and his belief that he deserves your love so shaky that frankly the jealous gambit is a semi-normal part of your relationship

he doesn't necessarily put A Whole Show On about it every time but he does get quietly jealous fairly easily and will need to be reassured some what frequently

all while stubbornly holding to that he is not jealous and does not need to be coo'ed and coddled like a fussy child but also he's waiting for his kisses in he most pouty fashion imaginably while also denying that he's even doing so

such an ancient child this one can be...

[prac-ticalproblems]

Well now you're tempting us. Tell us more of your headcanons for the guy! As a starting point, you can go with his background, and ties to Radigan and Classic Engie. I'm. Very normal about the (not confirmed but I say rather likely) lineage of Engineers busting their Texan asses to work for Administrator.

DONT TEMPT ME, you VIXEN.

But I shall! Just for you!

I feel like Radigan was a hard ass.

For sure. He was definitely the type of person to have his trophies and awards and his achievements in a glass box while his son’s picture was flipped upside down on his desk.

He’s the type of guy that you call Sir more than Dad. Or Grandfather. I feel like he sticks to his work more than his family. Or at least, that is what is most likely.

He wasn’t only an engineer, he was an Inventor. He created things humanity couldn’t or perhaps wouldn’t comprehend on its own. He was a great mind, and I don’t think he would ever let that down.

Not to say genius runs in the family but I do believe their strive is a little more than simple ambition! I think it’s just learning at a young age but ALSO I believe strongly that it comes from that need, that want to connect to someone who feels distant like that.

So I think Fredrick, the prodigal son, HAD TO have given our Engie one of the most loving caring childhoods ever. I can not imagine this being anything but canon.

I think Fred was so fucking sweet. Maybe he had a tough upper lip in what he believed but I SURELY believe he meant entirely well for his son. Sure, he was a merc, with a kid on the battlefield. But I don’t think he would have ever pulled out the stops for his son.

I think he was the type of man to say you couldn’t have a cookie but slide you one under the table just for tonight. To make hot cocoa because you had a nightmare. To care.

We’ll never know how much of a massive unadulterated concentration of autism runs through these fucks but I’m sure this is a hyperfixation, bleeding into generational trauma and expectations. I have very strong feelings about the Conagher family and its works.

Also, that’s not bringing up the concept of the respawn machine in relation to the classics! Engies probably seen his father die countless times!

(Squirrels this idea away for angst maybe)

Anyway, the Conagher bloodline NEEDS to be touched upon. I’m such a sucker for these sorts of things.

[busybeewriting]

hi can I request olric with a reader who has feelings for him and he's too oblivious to notice... I'm in hell!

Oh I love this! I’m so mad we can not romance his big dumb himbo ass 😭 but yes! Here you go!

More under the cut!

You didn’t know how to make it more obvious. You have tried everything in your power to get him to notice you. Get him to understand that you do not want to be just friends.

But he is so stupid. So, so stupid in the most loving way you could think of. And here you were, next to March who was also just as invested at you. “He can’t be that dense.” He says.

“March, I have given him a whole dozen hard boiled eggs with a note that said ‘You scramble my heart.’ I don’t think he likes me.” You sighs slumping down against the counter at the blacksmith shop.

“Okay, we’ll consider he’s dumb. Puns don’t work on him. Why don’t you just tell him?” He sighs.

“Because what if he doesn’t like me back March! Then i’d be humiliated and I’d never be able to come here again!” You whine, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Oh nooo, such a shame.” He smirks, “But I bet Orlic thinks you’re cool too. You just gotta do something more…obvious.” March suggests. “Here- I’ll talk to him tonight okay? Then report back.”

Jumping up you quickly hug him. “Oh thank you, thank you March!” You beams before rushing back out.

Orlic, just a few feet away from the blacksmith shop grins as he sees you rush out. A big grin on your face. “Wow! I’m so glad thier getting along with March.” He says to Ryis.

Ryis raises an eyebrow. It was no secret you had a big fat crush on him. “Uh, huh. You should go talk to them.”

Growing serious, Orlic nods. “Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” He says waving frantically to get you to slow down. Once catching up to you he grins, “How’s it going with March?”

You blink, “Uh…okay? I just talked to him and he agreed to help me out on a favor. Why?” You say, trying to play it cool.

“Wow! You guys’s relationship must be going super well then huh!” He smiles, as brightly as he can. You want to understand how this man can be so pretty- and so dense at the same time.

“Uh, yeah?” You chuckle awkwardly, “Just like normal friends I guess? Anyways- sorry to dip but I need to grab something from the Inn. But- uh, here!” Pulling out a stone with a little heart on it you pass it to him before jogging off.

Orlic blinks, nodding as he takes this very serious. Making his way over to March and handing him the stone. “I think this is for you!” He beams.

March, slowly like a cat, blinks. Looking at the rock with an ‘O’ and your initial painted on it. “…it’s definitely not dude. Look.” He holds it up so his brother can see. “That’s not my initial.”

“…Then…why would Y/N give it to me?” He says slowly taking the rock and looking at it confused. March sighs heavily, patting his shoulder.

“Orlic. I think they like you.”

“Y/N…likes me?” He says slowly, before a grin starts to spread. “I thought they liked you!”

“Trust me big guy. They don’t.” March laughs warmly, “Go tell them please so they stop whining to me.”

Orlic nods, rushing off down to your farm. All this time! And he never knew! All of the gifts, every time you stopped to talk! It just made more and more sense! By the time he knew it he was pounding on your front door. Looking at your shocked face as you answered.

“Orlic? What’s up?”

“You like me!” He says, grinning ear to ear.

Your face goes hot as he says it. Eyes widening in embarrassment. You could curl up in a little ball and die. What- how?! March! Oh, the next time you saw him you were gonna give him so much shit! “I like you too.” Orlic says quickly, catching you even more off guard.

“Huh-“

“And I’d like to take you on a date! To make up for being a bonehead.” He nods, offering you his hand. “I know the Inn is not well the most private place but…”

Quickly putting your hand in his you smile and nod. “Yes.” You say quickly. “Yes I will go on a date with you.”

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short! But I’m working 8 days in a row with no break 💀 If you want more Orlic x reader though just ask!

[9stxrsan]

WHATCHAMACALLIT||PJM|| PROLOGUE

The feeling of that night replays in Kadira’s mind, over and over again. Never stopping, she reminisces about the same thing, his hair, his body, his voice, his eyes… those eyes. Full of lust and satisfaction. Never in a million years would she think that she could feel anything slightly similar to the touch of that guy… that mysterious guy, who’s name she might have forgotten, however his face will always be stuck in her head… making her feel that same satisfaction as she did before.

Warnings|| Explicit scenes, crying, fighting, arguing, threats, guns, drinking, cursing, unprotected sex, etc.

Rating|| 18+

Genre|| angst, lemon, smut

Author's note|| yeahhh soo this is the ff I've been working on, the other parts will come soon. Promise

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April 21st, 2020 Haebaragi University

A loud banging noise approached KaDira's dorm room, Who the fuck would ever knock on her door like this? Getting up off of her sofa, walking towards the door, she lets out an annoyed sigh before unlocking and swinging the door open. Of course its Soona. And she forgot her key. Again.

"Soona what the actual fuck?" KaDira shook her head, "Why can't you just knock like a normal person would? And where is your key?"

"Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She squealed like a dying cat on the side of a sidewalk.

"About?" KaDira questioned, letting the blonde haired female with fair skin walk inside the room.

"You're not gonna believe it!" She stalled.

"Just tell me Soona!" KaDira grew impatient.

"Okay, Okay." She shouted, "So you know my boyfriend, right?"

"Jungkook? Of course," KaDira scoffed, "He's like, one of the most popular douchebags on campus, besides Tae and Theo."

"Yeah well he's throwing a party tonight and he's inviting all the upperclassmen." She explained.

"And?" KaDira shrugged.

Soona tilted her head at KaDira, expecting her to catch on to why that information was important and why she was so excited about it.

KaDira's eyes widened, "Oh hell no, I'm not going."

Soona smacked her teeth, "KD please!" She begged, "This is our last year here, and you haven't gone to one frat party."

"That's a fucking lie, I've been to two of them." KD scoffed.

Soona rolled her eyes, "You went to a party off campus that got shut down by Mr.Lee as soon as it started, and the other one was not a party, it was a Christmas gathering for people who didn't want to leave campus."

"Which was very fun by the way," KD said, moving her locs out her face.

"I don't care how fun it was. You're coming to this party." Soona scoffed.

KD leaned on the doorframe, accepting the fact that Soona wasn't going to leave her alone about the party, "I don't even have any 'party' clothes."

"Lucky for you, I have lots!" Soona smiled.

"Yeah, no." KD waved her hand, "I'm not dressing like you."

"What's wrong with how I dress?" Soona groaned.

"I'm not walking around practically naked," KD rolled her eyes.

"It's nothing wrong with showing a little skin KD," Soona got up off the sofa and walked into her room, straight to her closet.

"Yeah your definition of 'little' is completely different from mine," KD exaggerated.

"You're gonna have to manage, we're the same size anyway." Soona snickered, looking at the outfit choices in the closet.

"And how do you know that?" KD said, folding her arms.

"Well uh," Soona laughed nervously, "I borrowed some of your clothes before."

"Kim Soona!" KD shouted.

"It was only at the beginning of the semester, I haven't done it since." Soona shrugged.

"You could have asked," KD argued.

"Oh hush, you didn't ask me for my hair cream you used without my permission," Soona scoffed.

"That was in the ninth grade!"

"It still happened didn't it!"

KD shook her head in annoyance. Soona continued to search for an outfit.

"Ah... This is the one right here." She smiled, holding a shiny, dark purple outfit out to KD.

"Purple isn't really my color.." KD hesitated.

"Girl take the fucking dress," Soona groaned.

Kd rolled her eyes and snatched the dress from Soona, and went into the bathroom.

Slipping on the dress and standing in front of the mirror, KD was in complete shock. The dark purple dress with major cleavage, a slit on the side and a choker that was attached really complemented her dreadlocs and milk chocolate skin.

"KD come out," Soona shouted from the other side of the bathroom door, "We need to speed this process up."

KD swung the bathroom door open and Soona's jaw dropped to the floor, "Oh my.."

"Well, how do I look?" KD shrugged.

"You look like a bad bitch. A bad bitch that will take anyone's boyfriend." Soona squealed in excitement.

"Alright," KD chuckled, "I don't plan on taking anyone's man."

"Well you better prepare yourself, because every guy at this party is going to want a piece of you," Soona teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that." KD scoffed.

"Maybe you'll get lucky and y'know," she teased, nudging KD's arm, "Hook up."

KD looked at Soona, "A one night stand? At a frat party?"

"You say that as if that's impossible." Soona rolled her eyes.

"For me, it is." KD shrugged, "One night stands seem childish to me."

"Well they aren't," Soona scoffed, "It's just having fun."

"Childish." KD exaggerated...

"Well you're dressed, So now I'm gonna go change," Soona squealed.

"Oh god we're gonna be here for hours." KD groaned.

About forty five minutes later, Soona came out of the bathroom, dressed in the most provocative pink and black slim dress, her hair was gathered into a ponytail with little hairs on the side, and she had earrings that would blind you for weeks, "Ready to go?"

KD nodded, getting off the sofa and letting out a soft exhale.

Soona smiled, and grabbed her keys and they both headed out the door.

As they pulled off, KD nervously tapped the window.

Soona noticed her nervous gestures and sighed, "Kadira, there's nothing to be nervous about. You'll be fine."

"Easy for you to say," KD scoffed, "You've been to lots of these parties, you're more social than I am."

Soona shrugged, "Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone babe. You may not like it at first but it will get better as you go."

"Yeah, yeah." KD waved her off, continuing to tap.

After what felt like hours, they pulled into a parking lot that sat right in front of a house with flashing lights and loud music.

"How on earth is this allowed?" KD chuckled in disbelief.

"Jungkook kind of paid off the teachers to keep their mouths closed," Soona smirked.

"Of course he did," KD rolled her eyes.

"Come on!" Soona said ,hopping out the car.

KD took a deep breath and followed Soona to the front doors.

As they approached the doors, a black haired male, who is supposedly a lookout, greeted them with a warm smile, "Soona, Kadira."

"Hi Mark." KD waved politely.

He gestured to them to go ahead and walk in, telling them to have fun.

Soona and Kadira walked through the doors and the sound of music and chatting rang in Kadira's ears, the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air.

"Kim Soona!" a deep male voice called from a far, "Is that you?"

Soona turned around, only to see a tall male with dirty blonde hair, and a sleeve of tattoos walking up to her with a bottle of Hennessey in his hand.

"Babe, are you kidding me? You're drunk already?" Soona scoffed.

Jungkook threw his arm around her and smiled, "I'm a little tipsy," He looked over at KD and flashed a smile, "Hi KD,"

"Hi JK." She giggled at his immaturity to drinking.

His head turned back to Soona, looking her up and down, smirking, "You look nice."

Soona smiled, "I know," She looked around the room, raising an eyebrow, "Where's Tae?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Probably drinking his life away with Theo," he said, pointing into the kitchen.

Soona kissed Jungkook goodbye, grabbed KD's arm, and dragged her into the kitchen, where they approached the highly attractive brown haired male and his blue haired friend. Both were intoxicated.

"Look at you two," She scoffed, "Pathetic. How could you drink without us?"

Taehyung looked up and smiled, "Soona, Hey." he murmured. He turned his head and looked at the stunning female beside her and opened his mouth in shock, ".. Am I just really drunk, or is this goddess I'm staring at Kadira Lee?"

Soona giggled, "It's definitely Kadira, isn't she stunning!?"

KD flashed a smile and chuckled a bit.

"Stunning is far too modest." Tae scoffed, "She's out of this world," he placed his hand over his face, "Do I need to worry about you and pull the big brother card? Pretty sure the majority of the guys here are going to want to be all up on you tonight."

"No need to worry about me Tae," KD said, running her hands through his hair, "I doubt that's gonna happen."

"Yeah right," Tae rolled his eyes.

"Is.. Theo alright?" Soona giggled nervously.

All three of them turned their heads to the blue haired male whose face was as red as a cherry tomato, lying with his head on the table.

"He'll be fine," Tae waved him off, he passed Soona and KD red cups and signaled them to the fridge.

Soona squealed and rushed to the fridge, searching for the fruity liquor. Once she found some, she grabbed KD's cup and put ice in it, then poured a good amount of the liquor. KD hesitantly looked at her friend.

"Don't worry, it's not hard liquor." Soona reassured her.

KD inhaled, and gulped the cup down.

"Woah," Soona shouted, "When did you become a party animal KD?"

"Oh shut up," She grunted, "Pour me another cup."

"Yeah!" Tae shouted, "That's what I'm talking about,"

Time passed by, and the amount of liquor in KD's system grew more and more. Slowly becoming intoxicated, she sat on the couch zoning out.

"Woah KD, You alright?" Soona touched her shoulder, concerned.

KD stared into the crowd of people.

"Kadira!" She snapped her fingers in front of KD's face.

"Hm," KD Finally snapped out of her trance.

"You alright?" She said moving her dreadlocs behind her ear,

"I'm fine, really fine." KD giggled.

Suddenly, Her eyes flowed towards the door, where a male with black, slick hair walked into the living room. No doubt this guy was stunning, his beauty was far beyond anything Kadira had seen in her life.

"Who- Who is he?" KD pointed towards the door in shock.

"Oh him," Soona said in a sneaky tone, "That's Park Jimin, he's not really known for anything but his beauty and the fact that his parents own a famous Café. Why? Wanna talk to him?"

KD shook her head, "Nah, too angelic."

"What do you mean? You two would be perfect." Soona scoffed.

KD shook her head in disagreement, "Nope, that would never work. Pretty boys like him break hearts." She took another sip from her cup, and threw it on the floor," I wanna dance."

Soona's eyes widened, "Uhm no.. You are in no condition to be dancing."

"Oh shut up!" KD stuttered, "You're not my mom." She hopped on top of the living room table, and started giggling.

"KD got down from there," Soona said, regretting her decisions on giving her alcohol in the first place.

Suddenly, Soona heard the speakers start playing "28 Reasons by Seulgi" and instantly start praying that KD didn't pay any mind to it.

But of course she did.

She start rocking her hips to the music, and singing.

"Tae come help me!" Soona shouted to him from the living room.

Tae laughed and walked to the living room, "Alright KD.. That's enough," He gently grabbed her arm, trying to get her down off the table.

"No, I gotta finish the dance," She yelled, pulling away from Tae's grasp.

People started laughing, singing the song with her, and recording her foolishness.

Before the song could finish, KD started rubbing her forehead, "Shit my head.."

"Oh honey, I think you should go upstairs and go lay down." Soona said, finally getting her off the table, touching her face, "You're burning up."

"Mkay," KD said standing up, almost falling to the ground.

"Woah there, You need help getting upstairs?" Soona grabbed her.

"I got it." She stuttered.

"KD you're drunk." Soona argued.

"No, No." KD slurred, "I can manage." She regained her balance and headed upstairs.

Walking past locked doors, She attempted to find an unoccupied room. She came across a room with the door unlocked and opened it, only to see a fully naked couple, kissing on the bed, "Wow!" She gasped in shock and embarrassment.

The couple jumped up in a fright and panicked.

KD quickly covered her eyes, "For future reference,  lock the door." She muttered nervously before leaving back out.

She walked down the hallway, replaying that image of the couple in her head, "God.. I never wanna see that again." She mumbled to herself.

Finally she found a room that was completely empty, and luckily had a bed that looked comfortable. She slid her shoes off and plopped on the bed, letting out a deep sigh before falling asleep.

About Twenty minutes later, Kadira was awakened by someone opening the door. She turned around in shock, letting out a frightened gasp, "Who the hell-" To her surprise, the same angelic male who she had seen downstairs, was standing in the door, with a confused look on his face.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The male asked, in a deep but soft voice.

"I'm Kadira," She groaned, still intoxicated, "And I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing here? Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Well if you haven't noticed, this party is in the boys lounge.. Therefore, these rooms up here are the boys' dorm rooms.." He explained, "This. Is my room."

KD's eyes widened in shock, "Excuse me?"

"That's my bed." He chuckled, pointing to the bed she was lying on.

Kadira slurred, as she sat on the side of the bed palming her forehead, "Oh I'm so sorry, I had no clue-"

"Nah, It's fine, it's fine." He assured her, laughing, "I don't mind." He walked around the bed and went into his closet, pulling out a black hoodie, and unbuttoning his white button down shirt., "You look familiar, Aren't you the girl who was standing on the table singing a couple of minutes ago?"

"I was, wasn't I.." She sighed, palming her forehead in embarrassment.

"It was pretty entertaining," He chuckled, "Why'd you come up here?"

"I was just trying to sleep this-" She muttered, turning to the male, quickly turning back, "Woah.. What the hell are you doing?"

Jimin looked at her with confusion, "I'm changing my shirt? Problem?"

"Yes!" Kadira yelled, "I mean no, this is your room but I'm still in here. I can leave if you're gonna-"

"I said there's no need for that. I don't mind you being here." He shrugged.

"But you're changing, I don't wanna see all of that." She scoffed, "I barely know you."

Jimin laughed, "There were abt ten guys downstairs shirtless. Didn't bother you then did it?"

KD stuttered, "No.. But I still don't wanna see-"

"Yet, I see you watching me from the corner of your eye," Jimin scoffed, "I'm sorry. But that shirt was stained, and I couldn't stand the sight of it."

"Uh-huh.." KD mumbled, staring at the male from a far, suddenly she got this massive shock of pain in her stomach, "Fuck.."

"Oh shit," Jimin said, rushing over to the female who was groaning in pain leaning over the bed, "You alright?"

"Mhm," She hummed, "I'll be fine." She grunted, gripping the side of her stomach.

"No, No you won't not without some medicine," he said rushing into his bathroom, and grabbing a bottle of pills that read, "Hangover no more" on the front of it, he rushed to his mini fridge and grabbed a small water bottle, "Here take this."

KD looked up at the male and realized she was closer to him than she thought, his beauty was like no other. She grabbed the pill and took the water bottle with it.

Jimin silently looked at the female as she took the pill, and took a sip of the water he gave her, "You said your name was Kadira right?" He smirked.

She nodded.

"Well Kadira," He said in a seductive tone, "This is my first time seeing you at one of these parties, how come I haven't seen you at others"

"I don't enjoy parties." She looked back up at the male and saw that he was somewhat tipsy, his rosy cheeks showed it all.

"Why not" He smiled.

"Dunno... Just don't be around lots of people." She muttered, she looked down at her feet, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"That's surprising to hear after seeing your little performance downstairs," He chuckled.

"Its the drinking that's doing that," She shrugged, "Parties and people really aren't my thing, my friend forced me to come here."

"And you're telling me," He said, lifting her chin up, "A pretty girl like you stays in her dorm room all day?"

"Guess so." She laughed nervously, "God why is he so close," She thought.

Jimin stared at Kadira for about a good three minutes, her heart started pounding out of her chest.

"Y'know.." Kadira slurred, "You're not so bad yourself.." she felt her body moving closer to him, in her mind she thought What the hell am I doing.

"Oh yeah?" Jimin laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Yeah.. Your facial features are.. Beautiful." She muttered.

Jimin slowly inched closer to her, with his hand slowly approaching her thigh, "Keep going," he said in a slightly seductive tone, as if he was aroused by her talking about his beauty.

"Like, your eyes are very vibrant, and your lips.. They look very soft." Kadira whispered.

"Really?" he smirked, bringing his face closer to hers, "Wanna feel how soft they are?"

"Huh?!" Kadira said in a slight panic, "No I don't think-"

"Shh." Jimin pressed his lips against hers. As much as Kadira wanted to hold back, she couldn't get enough of the taste and feeling of his soft lips.

Slowly, his hands made their way up the side of her dress, fidgeting with her underwear.

"Wait.." KD muttered, moving his hand, "I've never.. Done this before."

Jimin chuckled a bit, he lifted her chin and smiled, "Neither have I."

KD's eyes widened in shock, there was no way this man was a virgin.

Jimin pulled Kadira back into a kiss as he slowly took his shirt off.

Kadira opened her eyes for a split second, only to see the male's upper body.

"Like what you see?" Jimin smirked, as he picked Kadira up by her thighs, and pinned her against the wall.

Something about the warmth of his hands sent chills down Kadira's body.

Jimin started gripping her thighs a little more roughly, kissing her passionately, down to her neck, giving her small hickeys.

Kadira started letting out slight moans, as she clung onto Jimin.

"Not only are you pretty..." Jimin grunted, "Your moans are too." He tossed her back onto the bed, as he kissed his way down to her inner thighs, slowly pulling her dress off, exposing her black lingerie.

Jimin smiled, "Every little thing about you is just beautiful." He said running his hand down her skin, making Kadira jolt up a bit.

He continued to leave hickeys all over her body, listening to Kadira's small moans and whimpers of pleasure, "You don't understand how bad you're turning me on right now.." He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants.

Kadira stayed silent as she watched the male strip naked in nothing other than his boxers.

Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled Kadira on top of him, refusing to break from the kiss. Kadira sat on his lap, and felt his bulge rubbing between her thighs.

"Fuck.." Jimin groaned, as they were grinding against each other, "This is turning you on, huh? I can feel it." He laid her back on the bed, and pulled her underwear down.

Kadira jumped up, Jimin gently kissed her inner thigh, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to be gentle.."

He continued to kiss her inner thigh, and gradually made his way down to her vaginal area, first kissing it, then letting his tongue slide in between the lips.

"Oh god," KD whimpered, as she felt the warmth of Jimin's tongue.

Jimin smiled as he pressed his tongue by her entrance, and slowly placed his finger under it.

He looked up at her, "Ever masturbated before?"

KD shook her head.

Jimin nodded, "Then this might hurt a bit, but I need you to relax for me..okay?"

Kadira was hesitant, but something about him made her want to trust him, she nodded and allowed him to proceed.

Jimin rubbed his finger against her dripping cunt, then slowly inserted a finger inside of her, causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck... that feels..." She whimpered, "Weird.."

"Its gonna feel weird at first," Jimin reassured her, "I'm gonna start moving my fingers now."

Kadira nodded, as he started moving his fingers in and out of her.

Jimin felt her tense up around his fingers, "Relax.." he whispered, as he continued to use both his tongue and fingers at the same time.

That feeling drove Kadira insane, her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. For someone to be a virgin, he definitely knew what he was doing.

Jimin got up and slid his fingers out, leaving her shivering slightly, "I think you're ready now."

Kadira looked at him confused for a moment, as he jumped on top of her, pulling his boxers down. Her eyes widened in shock, No way in hell is that thing fitting inside of me. She thought.

Jimin started rubbing his length against her entrance, moaning softly, "Im gonna slowly put it in now, it shouldn't be as bad since I loosened you up a bit but just tell me when it's too much,"

Kadira nodded.

Jimin slowly slid inside of her, making them both let out loud moans, "Shit.."

Kadira whimpered, holding onto his back, as he slowly thrusted into her, slightly in pain.

Jimin felt how tense she was getting on the inside, and looked at her dead in her eyes, intertwining his fingers with hers, "Hey, Relax and look at me, don't take your eyes off me."

Kadira obeyed and felt this weird satisfaction from just looking into his lust filled eyes.

Jimin continued to thrust into her, slowly at first, but gradually going faster.

Their synced moans filled the room, Kadira started shaking, reaching her climax.

Suddenly everything went blank...

"KD!" shouted a feminine voice, "KD wake up."

KD opened her eyes a bit and groaned, "mm.."

"Time to go." Soona said, shaking her, "Whose clothes are you in?"

"What?" KD said, sitting up, looking down at herself, only to see she was wearing an oversized sweater.

"Nevermind that, lets go," Soona scoffed, "We gotta go pack."

Kadira got out of the bed, and rubbed her head.

When they arrived back at their dorm room, they started packing their bags, to get ready to leave.

Soona went into KD's room and sat on her bed, "So,"

KD looked up at her while she was packing her suitcase.

"Anything  happen when you went upstairs yesterday?" Soona smirked.

KD raised her eyebrow, "No?.. "

"Hmm.." Soona hummed, "That's funny, because as soon as you went upstairs yesterday,  pretty boy came to ask me if you were alright. About thirty minutes later, people say they seen him go upstairs, and you just so happened to be sleeping in his dorm room this morning."

Kadira started replaying last night in her mind, " I dunno what you're talking about."

Soona leaned closer to Kadira, and noticed multiple small purple, reddish marks on her neck, "Kadira."

Kadira looked at her, "Yes?"

"Did you hook up with pretty boy last night?"

"Uhm..No." She hesitated.

"You did!" She shouted in excitement, "You had to, your neck says it all! Oh my god how was it?"

"Did you hear me? I said I didn't" KD scoffed.

"You can deny it all you want, because not only did they say they saw him walk in there last night, they said they heard all types of noises coming from his room." Soona scoffed, "Who knew you could be sick a freak in bed KD,"

"Stop that," She said, pushing Soona away from her.

"Oh my gosh, my baby is growing up." Soona groaned with fake tears, "She finally has become a woman. You're very first one night stand"

"Would you shut the hell up," Kadira laughed, "It's not that serious."

"Was it good?" Soona teased.

KD smiled, "from what I can remember it was nice.. We both were pretty drunk."

"Doesn't matter, You had a one night stand, I'm just proud." Soona went on and on about it.

Though Kadira was embarrassed about that childish decision she made, when she replayed the memories of last nights, she definitely thought it was worth it. 

[infatuatedheloise]

HOLY SHIT GUYS OH MY GOD (long post sorry)

so the awards ceremony is tonight and obviously I'm dressed up. I'm wearing a blazer that I don't normally wear, so I feel a little awkward in it.

I am also...... well endowed, let's say, so I can't button it all the way to the top, but I don't like the way it looks with none of the buttons closed, so I've been wearing it with only two buttons done, but wasn't sure if that was acceptable

In a moment of insecure boldness, I stopped by abelard's office literally just to ask if it looked ok. I said, "does this...look okay?" he stood up (I guess to evaluate my outfit better?? or to feel less awkward about me standing and him sitting???)

I then said, "like, with the two buttons? I don't think it'll..." and then I ATTEMPTED TO CLOSE THE BUTTON but it obviously wouldn't close, looked up at him and finished my sentence: "go all the way" he nodded and laughed/smiled and said, "uh huh"

Then me: "it's either two or nothing and I don't like the way it looks with none"

He said, "No yeah it looks fine"

and that was really it but OH MY GOD I cannot believe that I 1. asked his opinion on my outfit and 2. Mentioned that my jacket won't close and then SHOWED HIM how it won't close because my chest is too big 😭😭😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I am so insane..........but also..... not like he wouldn't have realized that my chest is big anyway but like basically directly pointing it out to him to his face is crazyyyyyyyyyyy

BUT THERE'S MORE!!!

later I was walking in the hallway when my top button literally fell off and thankfully I caught it but I was like panicking like oh my god what if I can't fix this I'm gonna look awful

I walked past his office and he said hello, I stopped and said hi back, he asked me how it's going, I said "Good, but my button just fell off and I don't know if I can get it back on.." I stepped into his office and said, "I haven't tried to fix it yet but it looks like it just screws onto itself again." He came over to me and I handed him the button since he asked for it and without me asking or saying anything, HE STARTED TRYING TO PUT IT BACK ON FOR ME. which, very nice! but also. I WAS STILL WEARING THE JACKET and it was the button literally right on my...yknow, chest. So. He was trying to screw this button back on. While I was still wearing the jacket. HE WAS SOOOOOOO FUCKING CLOSE TO ME OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD and like he didn't touch me and was in fact trying very hard not to touch me so much so that he wasn't able to get it put back on. But like oh my god the image of looking down to my chest and his hands being there trying to screw this button back onto my jacket will be forever burned into my brain OH MY GOD IMAGINE IF SOMEOME SAW THAT?!?!?!??!?! like my back was to the door and he was sooooo close to me and right in front of me, I have no idea what that would've looked like from outside the office (his door was open) and then he told me to take my jacket off and try putting it back on that way so I did. imagine if someone saw him trying to put the button on and then saw me TAKE OFF MY JACKET ohhhhhh shit we could've gotten into soooo much trouble there lol ALSO under my blazer I'm only wearing a tank top except you can see soooooo much of my bra (mostly the straps but sometimes it slips down so you see more of my bra) so he DEFINITELY saw at least a little bit of my bra (at the very least the straps though maybe more? I didn't look to see how much was exposed but I pulled up my shirt anyway go make sure I was covered). also one of the straps fell down so I pulled it up and I *watched* his eyes look to my arm as I did that. So. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. anyway. this is all insane. I'm going to think about this for the rest of my life oh my god he was so close to touching me I wish he had </3 >/3 </3

[giselberts]

Nehrim Fic - talking about hair and boys like very normal girls do

yes thats the actual title of the fic

I'm fucking around with the timeline a bit and leaving a day between Kim/SG's return to the Sanctum after their journey to Stormwend just so that they can gossip and have their #girlmoment and pretend that they’re soo normal and not handpicked soldiers for a revolution. Kim is a lil out of character but that’s because she’s copying Gisele, since homie had uh. A rough childhood, so she’s just looking up to her :) anyways this was indulgent and I wanted to write some fun backstory on why gisele has white hair!!

read on AO3 here - full fic under the cut

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They each had their own bed, and yet, they'd quickly picked up the habit of sneaking into each other's bed, and talking until they fell asleep soundly, feeling safe only if they were sharing the same covers.

Tonight was no different, and in fact, what had just transpired would prove to lead them into idle conversation that would last until the first sunrays of the day, just to take their minds off of things. Merzul, unaware of their nightly rituals, simply would let them rest into the late hours of the morning, thinking that Stormwend had tired them out.

"I think he looked quite stupid. They both did." Gisele said, thinking about the two men they had met inside of the tower- Arkt and Narathzul, the fabled leader of their revolution.

Kim quickly replied, remembering that if she had nothing nice to say, then she shouldn't say anything, but she desperately wanted to talk. "His hair looked nice, I liked that. I wonder how he's keeping his tan though, if he's all locked up."

Gisele gathered her thoughts for a moment, trying to remember what had gone through her head back then.

"He looks so smug. I get that weird Arkt guy, I'd like to punch him too, I think. But he's our leader, so I better have a back-up plan if I'm ever tempted."

"He's got ambition, that's always good to have. You... don't think there's anything nice about him?"

"I don't know... He seems insufferable, to be honest. Never liked guys like him. But if I had to say something nice? I guess he's got a nice butt."

"Huh... I suppose so, I wasn't looking there." Kim gave her friend a confused look, trying to understand what had led her to do so.

"I have it figured out! He's the kind of person that I'd kiss only to make them shut up." Gisele continued, after waiting for a few seconds of silence.

"You don't have to do that, I think. You could just... chuck an apple in there."

"Or my fist."

"That Arkt guy seems keen on getting his hands on him, you could join his side and bond over your desire to knock him down. You could dress up in matching black armour, and take the Sanctum for yourselves."

"I could, yes. He was weirdly creepy though, don't you think? Do you think he was hanging around in his armour, just waiting for someone to come in?"

"I hope not, that would be a bit sad of him. Pathetic, even." Kim paused for a moment, asking the Creator to forgive her for what she said and was about to say, before continuing. "His armour was a bit much."

"You’re right, it looked a bit stupid. Who is he trying to intimidate with those skulls? Babies? He should’ve gone for something a bit more… real. Like a bear. Skeletons are just bones, we all have those, so it’s not that scary."

“Sure,” Kim nodded, trying to hold in laughter.

“Do you think that Narathzul is afraid of skeletons? And that’s why Arkt has skulls on his stuff?”

Kim let a giggle escape, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Why are you giggling? You know I’m right.”

“No, no, you are. But you were the one yelling ‘Fuck off! I’m DEFINITELY not scared of you!’ at the skeletons that were chasing us.” Kim erupted into laughter, burying her face into her pillow to avoid making too much noise, and getting Acorias to yell at them to go to sleep.

“Hey!” It was Gisele’s turn to laugh, getting the last of her stress out of her body.

Eventually, they calmed down, and staring at the ceiling, Kim instinctively took a lock of her own hair and started braiding it, Gisele’s eyes riveted on the intricate handiwork.

“Weird question, but do all Aeterna have nice hair? You, Narathzul, Arkt… you’re all Aeterna, and your hair looks so silky.” She couldn’t help but ask. She was just a human, and she’d never spoken to an Aeterna until the recent events. She was glad that Kim was nice, and perhaps a bit naïve, so that she’d indulge her questions without worrying about sounding rude, something that she was good at, because she was Gisele.

“I can’t say for sure. But maybe.” Kim turned to face her friend, before asking a question of her own. “Why is your hair short? Do you keep it like that for efficiency?”

“I don’t know, actually. At the abbey, they didn’t really treat me like a girl nor a boy, so I never really wanted to keep my hair long. Sometimes, I like to think that they simply forgot to assign me a gender at birth, and that’s why the abbey was like that with me. Besides, with all the trouble I got into as a kid, keeping my hair short was a smart move.” She edged closer to Kim, before revealing one of her adventures. “One time when I got lice, and I shook my head over the kids that I didn’t like and that didn’t like me.”

“Gisele! That’s terrible!” Kim cried out, in a half-offended, half-bewildered voice. “You’re the one that the Light-born should’ve locked up.”

“It’s true. With that head of hair, Narathzul clearly didn’t do half of the warfare I did as a child. But he did do worse later on, I guess that makes up for it.” She stopped for a moment, before continuing. “Despite what I’ve said about him, I’m glad that at least someone’s working to make things change. Sticking up for the little man is always a good thing.”

“Look! Now there’s a second thing you like about him.” Kim jokingly pointed out, poking Gisele’s cheek before changing back the subject to her friend. “You should grow your hair out a bit, like up to your temples. You’d look like a boisterous knight in shining armour then.”

“I don’t know what that means, but it sounds nice.” Gisele raised up her hand to pass it through her hair, not much longer than an inch at most, almost bare in some places as Duras, who had been in charge of cutting it, was rather keen on hacking it with the dullest scissors he could find, and Gisele was never good at sitting still.

“You know how to read better than I do, right? We could sneak into the library, find a spell that lets you grow out your hair faster maybe. You help me read, and I’ll take care of the magick.” There was a rare glimmer of lighthearted mischief in Kim’s eyes, one that Gisele rarely saw, and that she loved seeing. With only a grin forming on her face that Kim took as approval, the two snuck out of bed, hissing when they felt their feet against bare cold stone floor.

Using light blankets as capes to shield themselves from the cold of the night, they made their way to the library, empty, save for a few floating orbs of light, cast from enchanted gems, keeping the room from sinking into complete darkness.

“Changing my hair… That would be Light Magic, right?” Gisele wondered, her voice low to avoid grabbing anyone’s attention. She rushed over to the appropriate section, her fingers wandering all over the spines of the thick and heavy tomes, some untouched in decades.

“I think so. I’ll look over there, I’ll tell you if I’ve found anything.”

Holding onto one of the gems for light, Gisele resumed her search, telling herself that she’s glad that she was recruited to fight, and not to study and research. Though, seeing as her magick skills were quite lacking, she could benefit from cracking open a book or two- an idea that she quickly shook away from her mind, deciding that it was the Sanctum’s problem, to recruit her and place her into their ranks without making sure first that she could in fact cast more than a simple fireball or hovering light.

“I think I have something here!” Kim loudly whispered, waving at Gisele to join her and crouch down to her level. “ ’Looks and Appearances’, that should be what we’re looking for, right?”

As Gisele nodded, Kim pulled the tome out, opening it to its index and doing her best to quickly decipher what page would be of interest as she rose up again.

“Alright… here goes nothing!” Gisele stood still in anticipation as Kim read the spell under her breath, underlining the words with her fingers as she went, her free hand waving around, rich and flowing with mana.

The glow in Kim’s hand must’ve been strong, or they weren’t silent enough, but just as the spell left her hands, the two had managed to catch Acorias’ attention.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” His voice vibrated throughout the library, full of anger from being woken up, and from having to intervene. His heavy footsteps resonated as he climbed up the stairs, and Kim and Gisele knew that time was short- either they hid, or they ran. Instinctively, they ducked, hoping to gain a few seconds.

Despite the darkness of the library, Gisele spotted the staircase that led upstairs, and grabbing Kim’s hand, they carefully threaded along the bookshelves, staying low and hoping their makeshift capes wouldn’t snag on anything that could slow them down.

While Gisele almost fell down straight on her face as she shuffled her feet a bit too fast and Kim could barely hold in her “Oh no, oh Gods no”, they had safely made it upstairs, they let out a deep sigh of relief once they had found refuge against the wall and heard Acorias leave.

“We’re definitely doing this again,” Gisele excitedly said, a grin on her face from the thrill of their adventure.

“No we’re not! I thought my heart was going to leap out of my chest!” Kim repeatedly hit her on her arm, albeit gently.

“So… you’re alright with breaking me out of wherever it was that Kreo held me, risking your life and mine, but sneaking into a library is too much?” Gisele joked, knowing that Kim was only exaggerating.

“That’s!! Entirely different!” She replied, still continuing to hit her as Gisele giggled under the friendly hits. “Wait…” Kim suddenly stopped, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Wait what? He’s already gone by now, we can go back to your bed.”

“No, not that. Your hair, it’s…” Kim couldn’t continue, apprehensive of Gisele’s reaction, and instead pointed towards the mirror at the end of the hall.

As Gisele got up to see herself, she cast a small orb of light, barely enough to illuminate her, but it didn’t matter much. As long as she could see herself, that was all that she needed. Though she wasn’t one that cared much for how she looked, there was unease building up in her, afraid that Kim had given her a tonsure, or worse, made her entirely bald, save for a few strands that she felt that were tickling her forehead.

“Kim!” As the ball of light hovered around her, Gisele turned her head left, then right, left again, trying to take in her new hairstyle. “You made me old!”

“No I didn’t!” Kim rushed to the mirror, trying to assess the extent of her damages.

Gisele tried her best to keep her voice down, hoping to avoid waking up the mages sleeping in the rooms next to them by opting to loudly whisper. “Uh, you did! My hair’s all white! Pretty and a bit longer, but white! I can’t be an old lady at twenty-three years old!”

“We’ll find some way to dye it, I’m sure of it! Besides, look at your face, not a single wrinkle in sight.” Kim passed her fingers over her friend’s cheeks and jaw, making sure of her statement. “Oh, your skin is really soft.”

“That’s not the point, Kim. One day, I’m going to have to rescue Narathzul from his pretty princess prison, and he’ll ask why the Sanctum why the world’s oldest twentysomething was sent instead of the most impressive knight available! I can’t let him down like that!”

“I thought you hated him?”

“I’m very distressed right now, I’m allowed to be conflicted about my feelings for him!” Gisele took in a deep breath. Her face softened, realising that in fact, she wasn’t very distressed, and she was simply dealing with many changes in her life in such little time, and her hair was the last straw. And besides, the white was nice on her, and the length gave her that ‘boisterous knight’ charm that Kim was talking about. “I’m not mad at you, by the way. You made my hair look nicer than ever.”

“You’re weird.” Kim was overcome with relief, before giggling.

“And you’re my friend. Therefore, you’re just as weird as I am.” Gisele took hold of Kim’s hand, deciding that they had enough adventure in their day, and started walking back out, wanting nothing more than the comfort of a bed, and a few hours of sleep.

[siennaditbot]

Been in a very visual novel/otome game/dating sim mood lately.

Started with Tears of Themis, got worse with this one Xiao x Lumine one on Itch.io, got even worse by some non Genshin related ones on the same site (Project Blue and Blooming Panic, eugh, I'm feeling sappy), and now I've been replaying one I got in 2015 I think

Too bad it's Amnesia:Memories.

I used to love the anime cuz, eugh, the character designs were so extra and I was like 16 and deep in the anime hole. Also Shin is so pretty and he's all black and red lol. I even made several Shin themes for my browser lol. These designs are so cursed btw. Thigh high boots, everything's ripped and the whole outfits probably take like hours to put on lol. Kinda cool but dumb.

I remember not being too happy with the game, though, and it took me until now to realize why.

Back then I only got 1 out of 5 good endings. Kent my beloved, no wonder I have fond memories of only him lol.

Going in again my main thoughts were "Shin's mean", "Toma's creepy and crazy", "Ikki's gross" and "don't care about Ukyo" buuuuuut

I still think Shin's mean, but now I kinda get it. He also softened in the good ending so I'll let it slide, but his constant boundary crossing makes him a bit iffy. And, unsurprisingly, I love his voice. Tetsuya Kakihara might always sound the same but eugh I love him anyway.

Toma freaks me out, can't trust him on any route. He literally puts MC in a dog cage cuz he's too overprotective. It's resolved in the good ending, but it's crazy enough for me to not be able to get over it. He's also a freak on Shin's route. Some might be into the yandere stuff but eh, not my thing.

I wanted to quickly get through Ikki's route before going for main man Kent, but turns out I actually really liked Ikki. Kinda worried that he might end up being my fav lol, I'm a sucker for the "playboy actually falls in love" stuff lol. Positively surprised.

Can't wait for Kent next time. I think he was a silly little math nerd who blushed a lot. Iirc he makes the player actually solve math problems lol. That's the way to my heart apparently xD Oh, I like his voice too, Akira Ishida. Not one of my favs but still.

Had to stop for tonight before starting Kent's route, and I finally unlocked Ukyo's, too. He seems like the meta guy (like Seven/707 in Mystic Messenger) and he pops in on every route talking about how "you probably don't remember me but be careful" and sometimes goes a bit crazy but I'm definitely interested to see how his good ending goes. Probably gonna end with me crying and wanting to hug him to make things better lol

Might even go for some of the bad and normal endings afterwards, who knows. Gonna ruin all the good vibes immediately xD

Anyway I don't think anyone's gonna read this but hey, it's there for those who might go through the game's tag soooo suffer!

[marypsue]

Third (I think? Maybe fourth?) watch of Stranger Things season one completed in one four-episode sitting tonight, and some things clicked that hadn't come together for me on previous watches, primarily character motivations.

I have struggled with the general canon portrayal of Hopper as A Guy We're Supposed To Be Sympathetic To juxtaposed against his decision to sell El out. I got close to figuring it out after the last watchthrough - in season one, it's not about El metaphorically standing in for his daughter, it's about saving Joyce from the pain of losing a child - but I really think I've cracked it this time. Between episode 3's “Please don’t be my kid", and the parallel in episode 7(? 6 and 7?) where Brenner tells Karen Wheeler that he wants to help her find her son but she has to trust him and almost the exact same words come out of Hopper's mouth in the same situation to Joyce, and the way David Harbour plays the moment Hopper cuts open Will's fake body and everything that comes after that - like cutting into what might be a child's corpse is The Line, and he knows it, and once he's crossed it, well, he's already done that, he's capable of anything - and how he initially tries to keep Joyce from coming with him to the lab and how he doesn't even seem to be trying to come up with a plan other than 'break in, wing it'?

I'm pretty sure now that he was planning to sell El out from the moment he walked out of the gym. It's all about saving Will, it's all about Will metaphorically standing in for the child he couldn't save, and do you know what he'd do for that? For a chance?

Anyway. Apparently I was wrong when I said that trying to engender sympathy for Brenner was undermining season one, since apparently 'feel bad for the guy who does abhorrent things to children because he was sad for unrelated reasons!' has been baked into the show from episode one and I was just too busy concentrating on the abused child who escaped captivity and discovered the world and found friends and a family for the first time and gave up everything to protect them, who is the real heart and soul of this show, ask literally anyone who's watched it, you fucking walnuts to see it.

I'm good. I'm good. I'm so normal about this television show you guys.

Speaking of Brenner, the other thing that struck me this go-round was just how much his primary motivation seems to be curiosity. I really struggled with this, too, especially when I was working on the road goes ever on (yes I'm going to link to it every time I mention it on here, it's still the thing I'm proudest of writing), and I don't think I'd quite nailed his character down by the time it got posted. Like I don't think what's in that fic is implausible for his character, necessarily, but I really leaned on pride and a desire for control (and a certain arrogant sense of invincibility) as motivating factors for his character in that fic. And while they're all definitely built into him, I think now that they actually come second to the curiosity.

The Gate gets opened in the first place because he immediately and without question gives up on spying on Russia (theoretically the whole point of this exercise) to go off on a wild goose chase for a scary noise that spooked his psychic spy. He 'dies' onscreen because the Demogorgon comes out of a wall and while everyone else is shooting at it (and getting murdered for their trouble), he just wanders on up, unarmed, unafraid, slightly awed, for a closer look! I'm quite sure that's why he actually lets Hopper and Joyce go after Will - he's not expecting them to come back out, but if they do, think what they could tell him about what's on the other side! He just wants to poke things and see what happens! Sometimes what happens is that whatever he's poking bites his finger off! Science is neat, but I'm afraid it's not very forgiving! Man I wish I'd figured this out before posting the monster longfic because I could have made his entire arc so much better and more convincing with this in mind!

I don't know if that's consistent with how they show him in season four, and frankly, given the degree of character drift (or outright assassination) everyone else is showing in season four, I don't particularly care.

Also, importantly, his primary power - and weapon - is trust. He wields authority to command trust, which he absolutely does not deserve, and it's notable that in the finale he asks Joyce for her trust and she refuses to give it to him. And she's the first and only person to refuse to give it to him. She's been lied to, mistreated, disbelieved, written off as crazy, and she is the only person on the entire show who can see right through him.

And yet, then there's that parallel drawn between Brenner asking for Karen's trust and Hopper asking for Joyce's, and she does place her trust in this man who ultimately gets her what she was looking for all along - and she never asks what the price was that was paid for it. I have to ask myself, now, does she ever wonder? Is that part of the distance between them in season two, the reason why neither of them acted on what was clearly supposed to be attraction between them? Because choosing to trust is not the same as trusting?

Season one really did have levels, and lots to chew over, and new things to find in each watch. When this show is good, man, it is good.

[grex-statera]

Chapter 4: Crossroads - Spring, Year 1

The door to the saloon flung open and there stood Ellie, in all her five feet glory. Sorry, five feet and ONE inch glory. She looked a bit disheveled but still presentable, as always.

Gus: Hello there, Elliot! Care for a drink?

Oh god, that definitely attracted too much attention. The entire saloon was looking at her the entire time.

Ellie, bashfully: H-hey, guys. Nice evening, right?

With that, the conversations returned to normal and Ellie tried to look around for her new friends. In a corner, her eyes met Elliott's.

Elliott: Ellie! Glad you could come.

Ellie: Ahhh, I'm so sorry for being late. I got caught up in a bunch of stuff. Have you guys been here awhile?

Leah: Oh, don't worry about it. We've just been chatting anyway. So you're the second Elliot, huh?

Ellie: Hahaha, that I am. And you're Leah?

Leah: Yup! I live by the river past Jodi's house. Too bad I didn't get to meet you yesterday but welcome to Pelican Town, nonetheless.

Ellie: That's alright. And thank you, Leah.

Leah: Don't mention it. So, should we get a proper dinner now?

Ellie: Oh my god, you haven't had dinner yet??

Elliott: Ah, don't worry Ellie, we had a bunch of appetizers while waiting for you. Shame, they're all gone now.

Ellie: Oh no!! Yeah let's get something to eat. My treat!

The three of them got Gus' special platter for the night, some wine for Elliott and juice for the two ladies.

Leah: And you just upped and left like that? Wow, I mean yeah I guess I essentially did the same thing but I had to plan it for a long while before doing so, y'know?

Ellie: Yeah, everything was so sudden! They didn't want to let me go in the office but I really had to leave.

Elliott: But why not have your father be the one to take care of the farm?

Ellie: I've asked him that a lot of times before. But I guess, ultimately, grandpa really left the farm to my name so I should be the one responsible for it (sigh)

Leah: Hmm, makes sense. Well if you ever feel lonely out there, feel free to drop by my cabin. It's not too long of a walk.

Elliott: Mine as well, though it IS too long of a walk (chuckle)

Ellie: Thanks a lot guys. Thank you for making me feel so welcome in here.

Leah: Aw, don't mention it! Hey do you play video games?

Ellie: Yeah, I do sometimes.

Leah: Nice. Want to check out the arcade games Gus has?

Ellie: There's an arcade in here?

Ellie looks behind her trying to find the area.

Leah: Yeah, come on, I'll show you.

Elliott: I'll be staying here. Feeling a bit too tipsy to stand for too long. Please, enjoy yourselves.

Leah: (sigh) Alright, Mr. Wine Connoisseur. As if you even play video games. Come on, Ellie.

Leah leads Ellie across the bar. It's pretty lively since it's a Friday night. Robin and Demetrius were dancing and the other older residents are all chatting away.

Ellie: The atmosphere here is so nice.

Leah: Hm? Yeah, it feels very homely. Okay, here we are.

At the other end of the saloon, in somewhat of a backroom, there were two arcade machines and a pool table. Sam, Abigail and Sebastian were there playing pool.

Abby: Ellieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! You're here!!

Elliot met Abigail and Sam yesterday and they already decided they were friends with her. Nevermind that she's quite awkward, but there's just something calming about her presence, in general.

Abby jogs a bit to Ellie and gives her a hug.

Ellie: Oh-!

Sam: Hey, Ellie! Nice to see ya here!

Ellie: Hi, Sam! Hey, Seb..

Sebastian was focusing on a ball, calculating his angle for his next move.

Seb: Hey.

Abby: Oh, I forgot to invite you to hang out with us tonight, but I'm glad to see you here, though!

Ellie: That's alright. I'm actually here with Leah and Elliott.

Leah: Heya.

Leah already booted up JunimoKart and was trying - and failing - to get past the first level. Abby was still clinging to Elliot while they watch Leah.

Ellie: Do you guys, uh, hang out here every Friday?

Abby: Yuyup. It's actually been boring with just these two, if I'm gonna be honest.

Sam: Hey, we can hear that, y'know?

Ellie: Hahaha. What do you guys usually do? Just play pool?

Sebastian: (scoff) What else is there to do in this boring ass town?

He has a point but for some reason the way Sebastian talks just ticks Elliot off. What a snob. If you don't want to have fun then just go home, Elliot thought. She held her tongue, though.

Ellie, rolling her eyes: ...Right.

Abby: Eugh, don't mind Seb. He's just trying to be cool by being a jerk again.

Sebastian: I'm not being a jerk. Just telling the truth.

He takes a shot at the pool table.

Sam: OHHHHHH! Damn, I lost again. Gah, I don't wanna play anymore.

Sebastian, grinning: Hmph, spoilsport.

On the other hand, Leah was almost through beating the second level of JunimoKart

Ellie: Yay! You can do it, Leah!

Leah: Oh my god, just a bit more.

Ellie and Abby watch Leah's run intently. Not daring to even bother her until she eventually reached the end of the level

Leah: YESSSSS!!! Now that's a personal best from me!

Ellie: Haha, that was great, man!

Leah: You wanna try it, Ells?

Oh. Suddenly, Elliot was back home at Zuzu City. Sitting in the kitchen, preparing a report. "Hey, Ells", her father would always greet her. Ah, but that was a different time. She can always go back there to visit.

Ellie: Hmmmm, maybe some other time.

Abby: You should try the other one too - Journey of the Prairie King. It's shooter, though.

Ellie: Sure, I'll check it out next time.

Abby: You guys wanna join us for a bit?

Sam and Seb have left the pool table and are now eating pizza on the couch, talking about stuff.

Ellie checked her watch: almost 11 pm.

Ellie: Uhh, actually, y'know what? I think I'll be heading home for now.

Leah: Oh, yeah sure. Wanna walk home together? We should go get Elliott too.

Ellie: Yeah, sounds good.

Abby: Aw, going home already? Are you a homebody like Sebastian too? That's probably gonna make you hard to hang out with...

Sebastian turns to them, hearing his name.

Seb: What do you want?

Abby: Nothing! I was just saying you and Ellie here are so alike. Well, kinda.

Ellie: Well if you wanna hang out you can just tell me. Here, let me give you my number.

Abby: Oooh, I'd like that! Yes, please!

Leah: Wait, can I have it too?

Ellie: Sure!

Sam: Wait, wait, me three. Come on, Seb.

Seb: Ugh.

The group exchanged numbers with each other and then it was time to go home.

Leah: Alright, see ya guys around!

Abby: Byee!!

Sam: See ya!

Sebastian waved goodbye.

Abby: Ellie's pretty cool, no?

Sam: Yeah, chillest person ever. She's like if Seb was actually cool.

Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows.

Seb: What the hell does THAT mean?

Sam: Dude, listen. Alright, yeah, you're cool. But only cus you're like, held together by duct tape with "cool" written all over it. Check out Elliot: she can get along with anybody cus her vibes are immaculate. Yours, though.

Sam gave Sebastian a grimace. Sebastian hit sam with one of the throw pillows on the couch. Abby can't help but laugh.

Abby: That's so real, though. Local emo guy thinks he's so cool cus he's a bitch with daddy issues. And then BAM! Sweet farmer girl out-cools him.

Seb: Hey. Not funny.

Sam: We should totally adopt Ellie into our group. We would be unstoppable!

Seb: No one's stopping us in the first place anyway. And three is already a crowd, don't you think?

Abby: Ugh, shut up, Seb. The more, the merrier! I'm gonna invite her on Wmovie Wednesday.

Seb: Not coming then.

Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa. No way, dude. You're not 'not coming'. Come on, it's just a couple movies, jeez. What's your issue?

Seb: My issue -(sharp inhale-exhale)- is that you've made her so annoying.

Abby: What the hell?

Seb: Cut it out with this cool vibes talk and I'll reconsider.

Sam: Dude. She hasn't done anything yet and you already dislike her? Man.

Seb: I don't dislike her, okay? Alright, here's the thing I find really annoying about her: she leaves the city -a place where you can go anywhere and BE anyone- and settles into the countryside to be a farmer?? That just doesn't make sense!

Abby: THAT'S your issue with her?

Seb: Think about it, Abby. A lot of us here are bored out of our minds thinking of what to do with our lives and how to get out of this... This stagnant-ass place. And then this guy just wastes a life of opportunity in the city to keep herself in a box! So stupid.

Sam: Sheesh, Seb. That's not stupid, y'know? Maybe she just wants a more peaceful life. You have no idea how hectic it can get in the city.

That's true. Sure, Sebastian has been to the city a lot of times, but it's only to be a visitor for a bit. If he'd had lived in the city, would he have liked the concrete jungle as it is? The rat race that one needs to compete in to make ends meet? This was something that Sebastian has put at the back of his mind, but now that there's someone who's fresh with the experience, it's something he should really be considering if he's dead-set on moving into the city someday.

Seb: Alright, sorry. Maybe I was being too harsh. I'll be there on Wednesday.

Abby: Nice. And dude? Just be nice, okay? Ellie seems like a genuinely good person. We could have more fun with her around, y'know?

Sam: Yeah! She's really chill. Could be good for you.

Seb: Right, right. Maybe I'm just a lil bit more stressed lately. Alright, I'm gonna dip.

Abby: Yeah, let's go home. Mom and dad's probably gonna try to kill me again tomorrow.

Sam: Aight guys, see ya.

+++++

A small candlelight flickers in the Wizard's quarters. It's half past 2 am and he still hasn't slept. A Junimo appears thru the hardwood floor. It started speaking in an ancient language.

Wizard: You encountered the fledgeling yesterday? Ah, so she has received my letter after all. I shall send her my way. Preparations must be started at once.

+++++

Elliot was walking through a forest. She has never been here but it felt so familiar. She kept on walking until there was a clearing. There was a round table and two chairs. For some reason, she felt like this is where she was supposed to go to; that it had been waiting for her for ages; that she had been waiting for so long to sit here. On the table was a tea set and some pastries. She took her seat and poured herself a cup of tea. As she she was savoring her beverage, an old man clad in black robes sat on the other chair.

Ellie: Rasmodius.

Rasmodius: How have you been, fledgeling?

Elliot knew the name of the person in front of her, but she did not know him at all. She felt as if, it were her voice but it's not her who was thinking and speaking the words.

Ellie: I've heed your call. I have returned to the flock.

Rasmodius: I can indeed sense your presence. But this is not yet the flock you shall return to. The Grex Statera is upon us. You must prepare.

Ellie: I understand. Teach me. What do I need to know?

Rasmodius: Find me at the heart of Cindersap Forest. I will show you the path to walk on.

Elliot wakes up in cold sweat. Her heart banging on her ribcage. She looked for her phone: 7:30 am.

Elliot: Ughhhhh what the heck. My head...

She made her way to the kitchen and drank some water. On her small table her community map was laid down.

Rasmodius: Find me at the heart of Cindersnap Forest.

The voice echoed in her head.

Ellie: Okay. So I guess this is where the magic part starts, huh? Lemme just water my crops then.

She puts on her good ol' cap and starts the day.

[beaversatemygrandma]

Some yapping. Just because.

Hi. Yes. Is it right back to that guy? Yeah. Also i yelled at kids at work and got praised for it somehow. Idk how this works but people need to not make a group of six 12yos our problem while they day drink. I know this is your margaritaville town but i personally will kick your ass. Your kids are dicks. And we lost a safety operator for a fucking hour. Not just any operator, the manager one. So fuck you guys. Your kids don't listen and that comprised their safety and our manager. Because i can't get into the safe for change because you paid in Very Large bills and my other option to yelling at your child was to elbow them in the face because they didn't respect my bubble as i was taking photos. (This was yelling point #2 out of 3 total. These kids don't listen otherwise.) I'm getting commends about me sent towards the boss. Idk what i did, but i swear they love the moments where i get possessed by an angry teacher and/or my mom and take control of entire situations using that VoiceTM. Tbf, i didn't realize i could do that until like a month ago.

But holy shit. The guy. So we've been literally planning a damn date. This is a whole damn thing. (there's a level of planning that involves knowing the exact whereabouts he has by each tuesday and i kind of totally forgot that he's got like 7 months left of parole and going randomly isn't an option. oops... yeah. that sentence is as bad as it sounds. shit.) Either way, I'm going to try to nail that down at some point for next weekend. He seems pretty excited for this plan. He got really affectionate after i brought it up again but with actual intent. (Back to the talking shit about him having feelings. Like yeah, no, you have that long of parole left. Let me get to figure you out entirely and i'm not going to actually date you until that's done and you know it. Besides the friends phase is good for these things anyways.)

It's just interesting how tonight went. Super affectionate, super talkative, and weirdly deeper conversations. Dipped into weird stories about experiences with christianity. And how i used to argue with youth pastors about dinosaurs as a child. (It's shocking how nobody knew that i'm likely autistic. And that this conversation didn't prove that i was. Besides, i know this man masks something fierce anyways.) Hell, even the whole weird life plan conversation. Like. That doesn't normally kick in with this kind of situation relationship thing. I mean, we even went inside at one point and he was calling me babe in front of his kid. I didn't respond at first bc it didn't click, but yeah, that flub in front of somebody he shouldn't talk to me like that in front of was definitely a big one. He does actively do that now apparently. (Which is actually a first for me. Ever.)

Then when i first got there, i was just introduced with a whole thing of getting me on the motorcycle. He said he needed to warm it up to check fluid levels so he was about to go around the neighborhood a bit and just asked. So I'm just "why the hell not" having never even been on one before. (The rear seat is uncomfortably high i might add.) And i first get offered the padded leather jacket he bought to ride it, then eventually just handed it and told to put it on in a "I swear to god you're being protected on this" kind of way. It basically turned into being driven around with my head on his shoulder (mostly so i could hear him) and exploring a neighborhood that i haven't been in since the last time i trick or treated (i was 15... it was the rich neighborhood with a bunch of full size candy. So. Valid.) Then we get back, we end up setting up a fire bc it's Cold, and he forgets about the fluids entirely because we just started talking and kind of didn't stop. So yeah, I'm pretty sure that this guy is entirely fallen for me at this point. And I think i accidentally pressed it further with an idea that i'd probably do with any friendly coworker that just so happened to get the same gift card from a work party. (My intention was "hey, we have it so might as well" his was "oh shit, if i say this i'm asking her out." and i said it. So.)

But jeez, the sheer casual fun of just sitting by a fire and talking. The casual affection and just excitedly talking about random shit that just kind of comes up somehow. I haven't had this kind of thing in so damn long. It's somebody who actually wants to treat me right (me just avoiding eye contact with obvious red flags), and just enjoy the time that's there. Actual actions that show that there's something. Things that actually happen. Things that this guy does makes me realize just how Dead my actual relationship is. It's stagnant. Nothing is being done. I've never actually been on a date with him. We haven't talked like that since before i moved in with him. I haven't enjoyed my time with him in forever. Maybe not since the super long phone calls we'd have before i even back in actual contact with him. I swear most of what all this is doing is That. Just the realization that I'm, again, in a relationship that is going nowhere. I hate how it'd coming from somebody that i really shouldn't be doing this with, but hell, I'm enjoying it and he goes out of the way to make sure i feel safe and to be fully honest with me.

Well, seven months of this i guess. Just gonna keep going until there's a reason not to. I mean, even without the situation i've put myself in here, he does keep my car running and give me a good way to chill for a few minutes after work. And cracks my back to an often enough extent that it actually hasn't been hurting as often lately. I mean, there's solid benefits here. The cons list is actually surprisingly short in comparison to the pros. Somehow. Still enjoying myself here though. It's going well i swear.