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magicsunwheel · 3 years ago

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Why You're F#cking Amazing

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How to play: pick one of the photos below using your intuition. You can close your eyes and meditate for a bit or just take a few grounding breaths while thinking of the topic. Feeling drawn to more than one is fine! You might have messages in more than one pile

Pile 1 (x) Pile 2 (x) Pile 3 (x)

My pile numbers always go from left to right, then down to the text row (if applicable)

Pile 1

Cards: The High Priestess, Five of Swords, Seven of Pentacles, The Moon Rx, Five of Rods, Ace of Pentacles

You are so intuitive! You're either very in touch with your divine feminine or are working your way there right now. Something about you is severe in the most beautiful way. You can take things seriously when they need to and the way you command a room with just your presence is unmatched. Maybe you're also a tarot reader or involved in spirituality/divination in some way. Maybe you really like Pick-a-Cards.

Something beautiful about you is that you never give up on a fight, especially when you know the end is worth it. Your ambition is strong and you will fight for what you love and what you want. You are not weak-willed by any means.

This also makes you so unique! You work so hard and put so much labor into your love even if you know it will take a long time to come to fruition. The times that you feel discouraged by a lack of results are few and far between. If for some reason you do find yourself wistfully hoping for faster results or an easier path, you can easily remind yourself of why you started in the first place.

You might have moments where you think of yourself as sneaky or like you're hiding a part of yourself from others, like your true self would be too much for them. I'm here to tell you that your intensity is exactly what make you such a beautiful person! You thrive in competition and in adversity. It gives you a chance to show off your quick thinking and survival skills. Others look at you with envy of how you can make an opportunity out of seemingly nothing!

If you need help improving your self-love, Spirit says to stop comparing yourself to others! You are amazing and beautiful and unique all on your own! Throwing yourself into the fray to compete against others who are nothing like you will only fim your inner shine. And you really do shine! When I asked for a card about why you are beautiful, nearly half the damn deck flew out!

Sprit loves you and I love you so please take care of yourself and keep making those amazing opportunities to improve your physical surroundings. (I feel like you have a very clean room/home)

Pile 2

Cards: Nine of Rods, the World, King of Cups, Three of Rods, Ace of Rods, Two of Cups

Ahh the Loona pile!

Similar to Pile 1, but much more fiery! You are resilient! Taking time to collect yourself before pushing forward with a renewed sense of energy and purpose is such an amazing and useful trait. You maybe aren't as commanding of a presence but you have such an inner strength that no one can deny.

You got the World for the reason why you're beautiful! Maybe it's related to physically being very beautiful and possibly exotic-looking. You might have very specific features associated with a certain area of the world that stand out where you live. You also have such a wonderful understanding of the world and where it's currently at. Things can seem negative or like hope is lost but you still seek out the beauty and share it with others. You see opportunity where others do not and feel a sense of peace and connectedness with all of humanity. Wow!

Your uniqueness shines in your emotionality and compassion. You might be a natural born leader who makes sure to understand all under your rule. You lead with kindness and, most importantly, by example. You don't have any desire to use you position for ill-gotten gains. Power to you does not corrupt, it solely provides a tool for you to do good in the world and really make a difference in the lives of others, whether it's on a large or small scale. You are probably the kind of person who makes sure to give money to those who need it when you pass a begging mother and her children, or buying a homeless man a bottle of water on a hot day.

Your card for why you think you are not perfect actually came out quite positive. Maybe you don't have a very low self esteem, but I can see a few possible scenarios here. You might be constantly planning in your head, waiting and watching for the next move to take but never actually getting to the action part. Maybe you're planning for your future and have so much planned out that you're excited for, but haven't made the practical plans on how to actually get there. This could make you feel bad about yourself especially on days where you're reminded of others moving ahead in their lives while you're still planning. Visualisation is very important in manifesting your desired reality! If you are moving slower than others around you, remember that it is okay to not be where "everyone else" is. Life is not a race or a competition. Taking your time to get to where you need to be when you need to be there reminds me of the story of the tortoise and the hare. Quick does not necessarily mean better.

You can improve your self-love by creating! Using your creativity and passion to make something! Create art, whether it's physical/digital art, music, writing, inventing, anything that uses those creative muscles of yours. It doesn't have to be good! Just creating something will help burn up that excess energy you have that's trying to rush you somewhere. Self-expression this way can be a wonderful hobby even if you don't consider yourself as a creative person.

Your kindness really shines through. You care so deeply about the people around you and your spiritual team cares just as deeply about you. You are loved and watched over and protected by Spirit. Others around you also see your sparkle and appreciate and admire you, even if they don't show it. Know you are beautiful and amazing and bringing a light into this world that needs to be here.

Pile 3

Cards: Six of Rods, the Hierophant, Four of Rods, Six of Cups, Ten of Swords, the Hermit Rx

Damn, who are y'all!? You've got some mighty power and pull in this world. Maybe you're a public figure or have some kind of platform, like a social media with many followers. You could also be well-recognized within your field of study/work. Whoever you are, people see you and look up to you. They celebrate you and how amazing you are! Spirit loves this about you and you really shine in the spotlight. Your achievements deserve all this pomp and celebration!

You are naturally authoritative. People listen when you speak and take your words to heart. You might also be a religious person or someone who enjoys organization and the comfort of hierarchy. People will willingly follow you wherever you lead them because they trust you with all their hearts. "A merciful ruler" (lol) You hold your position with grace and dignity befitting a king or queen.

You are unique in ways the public recognizes, but we knew that already! You might be someone who likes to entertain and you throw the greatest parties and get-togethers. Maybe you've planned a wedding and everyone had such an amazing time! You know how to relax and have fun when the time for celebrating arrives. You can out down your guard and bit and let loose. Not many people with such responsibility can let go of the reigns like that, but you don't seem to hold on to control too tightly.

Your past might be a source of anxiety for you. Maybe you're worried that what you've done when you were younger will catch up to you and ruin what you've got going on now, but it's important to remember that the past is the past. It cannot be undone or wished away. Taking time to accept what happened and recognizing that you've moved on to bigger and better things is important here. Whatever happened, take time to heal your childhood wounds and forgive past actions.

Ending this cycle will bring much more self-love to your life. Old habits and patterns being out to rest is the way forward. It might be a painful ending and something you don't necessarily look forward to, but it is something that needs to happen to clear out old energy and welcome in everything new. You can't expect to move on if you're still repeating old actions or ways of thinking. It's time to set these things to rest and evolve. Leave behind what no longer serves you.

Your understanding of yourself knows no bounds. You've taken the time to inquisit yourself and learn all of the shadows that lie there. Self-reflection might be a favored pastime for you. Through this knowledge of yourself you are able to see truths that many struggle to see all their lives. Your light can cut through the fog if bullshit and see the true source of something. Use this knowledge of yourself to become the best version of yourself that you can be! I know you're already on your way there and it's amazing to see! Spirit is so proud of you and loves you so much!

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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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Day 19: This Is Me Trying, Loki Laufeyson

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Fanfic, gn!reader

Angst, hurt/comfort

Word count: 2092

Tw: DISCUSSES SERIOUS HEAVY TOPICS (depression, loneliness, self-loathing) Depression, exhaustion, lack of hygiene, self-loathing thoughts, crying/sobbing, midnights are the worst when your mind is your enemy. I wasn’t going to write this, because it felt too heavy, but perhaps there are people out there who need this <3

Summary: Struggling with depression is a difficult task, especially when you are on your own, but do not necessarily with to be so. But even when you won’t talk to anyone, there is that one person who simply sees it, and understands it immediately. And he knows all the right things to say and do to offer you comfort.

For everyone out there struggling with life, getting up in the morning, talking to others, eating, changing clothes, taking a shower; please, know you are not alone. Your emotions are not invalid, nor are the reasons for the said emotions. If you can, talk about it to others, please. If you do not feel comfortable discussing it with those you know, always feel free to send me a message. I know how you feel, and though I might not be able to compare it to your pit, I truly want to talk with you if you feel the need to. About anything; even if you are looking for distractions. My messages are open. Please, stay safe, and know you are loved <3

International suicide hotlines

“I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting.”

Time seems to pass slower when you pay attention to it. When your mind wanders places you do not want to go, you have a tough time getting out. So what is there to do, but watch the clock ticking away, hoping daylight will save you?

Moonlight shone through the curtains, a glow that would otherwise be described as beautiful, perhaps even magical. But you had grown to hate it. Days were easier; surrounded with people and tasks. Keeping your mind off…well; yourself.

But when the sun set, and night came closer, you were in your bed, alone with nothing but your thoughts. Maybe it’s true what people say: you are your own worst enemy.

“I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that.”

When days - or night - like that came to pass, fear and anxiety would amplify, and before you knew it, your lone moments in the waking days grew terrifying as well.

And the worst part was the fact that you were not necessarily alone. There were people all around you in broad daylight. You started doing that on purpose. But it got lonely when you were fighting on your own. And no one seemed to notice.

Maybe you didn’t even want them to, but some acknowledgment would have been fine. That small ‘you’re looking healthy today’ or ‘have you gotten some proper rest?’ would have been perfect. You didn’t want others to worry for you; you wanted them to be there for you when you most needed it. But you figured you couldn’t have either of you couldn’t have both. So, you kept quiet.

“Pulled the car off the road to the lookout Could've followed my fears all the way down.”

Silly enough, tiny things kept you standing where you were. Things such as the hot tea on your night stand when you woke up, a nice ‘good morning’, your book having been marked from the night before. Even a simple conversation about the weather was enough for you.

But it was also the tiny things that made you feel even more miserable than you already were: walking in a puddle of water in the bathroom, too many questions in one sitting, being interrupted when you listened to your music. Every little thing that went wrong was just another thing to add to the list.

Maybe you were overreacting. But you did not ask for this. You did not want to feel this awful the entire time. You wanted to be happy, you truly did. But as the days grew longer, you found it more and more difficult to pick out the beautiful things.

“And maybe I don't quite know what to say But I'm here in your doorway.”

Now on the couch, you kept twisting and turning. At least you got out of bed - That’s what you kept telling yourself. At least you had breakfast. Ten hours ago. But you ate something; that was what was most important.

This was your twelfth day you called in sick for work in a month. You were surprised they hadn’t even sent a mail to check up on you yet. But then again, you were also grateful for it. You just needed some alone time. Desperate days would come to pass.

The same film had been playing on a loop throughout the entire day. You were too tired to get up to change it. You didn’t even know which film it was, but you could quote it now.

From outside, you could hear the cars passing your street. One in particular caught your attention. One which halted in front of your door. You opted to stay on the couch, figuring the person who’d be at the door either had a key or a good story to tell through the keyhole.

“I just wanted you to know That this is me trying I just wanted you to know That this is me trying.”

But you slowly sat up from your seat when you heard nothing. No turning of the key, no walking up your path, no other slamming car doors to signify the person has gotten back in. Dead silence.

“What are you doing down here, darling?” A voice cut through the silence, alerting you immediately.

There, on the other side of the room, stood Loki. He had told you he’d stop by later today, but it seemed to have escaped your mind entirely.

Shrugging at his words, you retreated under your blanket. “This is my home,” you explained nonchalantly. “My couch. Must I have a reason to be here?”

A low chuckle was heard as he neared you, sitting down on the edge of the couch, the pillows dipping slightly under his weight.

“I suppose not.”

“They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential.”

He was quiet after that, merely observing you. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze, now looking at the screen as if you were actually interested in the film.

“Have you fallen ill?” He remarked, his hand already reaching for your forehead. But you dodged your head lightly, groaning at his concerned state.

“No. I am completely healthy.”

“You do not look it.”

“Thank you.” You deadpanned, shooting him a dangerous glare. Were this any other circumstance, you might have given him a teasing look. But you were in no mood for jokes. You just wanted to be alone now.

“You look ill. When was the last day you showered?” He rambled on, causing you to quietly wish him away.

“Yesterday,” you answered absentmindedly, still staring at the screen. Again, he leaned forward, grabbing a greasy strand of your hair.

“Now, I know that is not true.”

“Will you quit it?” You interrupted, slapping his hand off; no humour in your voice nor actions.

“And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that.”

That seemed to catch his attention, for he halted immediately. As if something just switched within him.

“You don’t get to comment on how I look. You’ve been here no longer than a minute.”

“Long enough to see you look miserable.”

“Wow, how will I ever express my gratitude?” You sighed.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Loki, I’m tired. No; exhausted. I am in no mood for your games or talks now. Leave me.”

The god now stood up, kneeling in front of you as he observed your facial expressions, frowning at the far-off look in your eyes.

“Loki,” you warned, scowling at him.

“You’re not ill,” he pointed out, ignoring your pleads. “This is not physical. It only has physical effects.”

Now pushing his face away, you stood up from the couch. No longer speaking to him, you sauntered towards the tv, turning the screen off.

“You can stay here. I’m going upstairs.”

“I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere Fell behind on my classmates, and I ended up here.”

“My love,” he interrupted, following you swiftly, grabbing your waist before you could exit the room. Pulling you closer to him, he looked down at you.

“Who did this to you?”

Swallowing thickly, you pushed against his chest, trying to escape his hold.

“Please,” you whispered. “I just want to get some sleep.”

“Do not ignore me again, please.” He went on, grasping both your hands, before bringing them to his lips.

“What words were exchanged?”

Staring up at him, you tried to keep up the act. Truly, you did. And you thought you were doing a marvellous job at it too. But his eyes seemed to break something within you.

“Pouring out my heart to a stranger But I didn't pour the whiskey.”

“None,” you managed out, sighing deeply. “And no one. Just going through a rough time.”

“Darling,”

“Loki, please.” You nearly begged. “Just let me go.”

“Can I help?” He went on.

“Just,” wriggling out of his hold again, you wobbled on your feet, not being used to standing up after a full day of laying down. “I’ll be fine after some sleep.”

But before you could even continue walking, he appeared in front of you again: his eyes sincere and his face pleading. You wished he had just let you leave, yet part of you couldn’t help but be grateful for his presence now.

He continued to stare at you for a couple of second, the atmosphere in the room so thick, you could have choked on it. And the look he gave you nearly broke you.

Almost. You did such a good job at keeping it together. Until he asked that dreadful question.

“I just wanted you to know That this is me trying I just wanted you to know That this is me trying.”

“Are you okay?”

Silence once more. Heavier than before, and filled with tension so tight, it could snap any minute. And that is when you did.

Your bottom lip began first, quivering slightly as you tried to swallow it. But instead of biting on it, a ragged sob escaped your mouth, followed by a sniffle of your nose. Your bottom lip slowly began to quiver more, now shaking at a speed it would only be doing when you were freezing cold.

A lone tear slipped past your cheek. It was then that Loki leaned forwards, picking it off of your face. And that was when the dam broke.

“At least I'm trying.”

Salt streams poured from your eyes, heart wrenching sobs escaping your throat as you reached your hand up to cover your face.

Unable to observe your surroundings, you felt two arms wrap around you, a head placed atop yours as a comfortable shushing came from it. Your situation only seemed to worsen at the comfort, and you found yourself clinging to his cloak, hanging onto it as if it was your final life line.

“I’m trying,” you uttered between shaking breaths, choking on air as you inhaled deeply. “I am.”

“I know,” he assured, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb. “I’m proud of you for trying.”

“It’s so difficult.” You whimpered, the lump in your throat growing with each word you spoke, until the final one was a mere whisper.

“I know.” He continued, holding you closer as he rocked you gently.

“And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town.”

The two of you stood there for a long time. A vicious, never ending circle of your pleas and apologies, interrupted by his words of solace and comfort. Near understanding and praise.

His arms stayed wrapped around your figure until all that escaped you were shaking breaths and sudden hiccups. His hands had found their way into your hair, wounding through them, regardless of its greasy state.

He knew something was wrong with you. He knew the second he appeared in your living room. It might not have been evident to others, but to him, it seemed to radiate off of you. He recognised it immediately, and swore to rid you off it even quicker.

“And I just wanted you to know That this is me trying I just wanted you to know That this is me trying.”

“Shall I draw you a bath?” He offered as the last of your tears stained his robes.

“No,” you mumbled in his chest. “I just want to sleep. I am happy in my dreams.”

The words were even more soul crushing than the manner in which they were spoken. Loki had sworn he could feel his heart breaking just slightly at your speech.

“Okay,” he slowly agreed. “But after you wake, take a bath. Then, we talk.”

Leaning back in his arms, you furiously wiped the tears from your face, cursing at the burning sensation. “I can’t help it.” You shook off.

“Not alone,” Loki dismissed. “But you do not have to. Don’t try alone. Do not fall down into that rabbit hole.”

Pondering his words, you stared at the wall behind him, already dreaming off, longing for that good sleep now.

“Okay,” you sighed, nodding your head. “Baby steps.”

Loki smiled lightly at that, squeezing your biceps in reassurance before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Baby steps.”

“At least I'm trying.”

#november writings 2022 #mcu #marvel #Loki #loki x reader #Loki imagine #tom hiddleston

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jd-loves-fiction · 4 years ago

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➤ Jason Todd x Reader

➤ Warnings: gun kink, unprotected sex [don’t be silly, wrap the willy ;)]

➤ @catxsnow @internalsealpanic @littleredwing89

[22:50] Your lungs burn as you leapt from one building to another, begging you to slow down at once.

No chance of that, not with the sound of heavy footsteps thundering behind you as a grunt is heard after the man chasing you lands.

So you keep running, despite the tightness of your chest, the soreness of your feet and burning in your muscles.

But somewhere deep inside, something urges you to stop. Something more abstract than the discomfort you feel.

"Come on, princess. Stop and let's talk this out!"

"No way in hell, you glorified eyesore!" You yell back, jumping yet another gap between buildings almost perfectly.

Almost.

You misjudge the distance and are unable to stick the landing, rolling across the roof until you stop on your back. You don't move, already hearing how his footsteps become slower. He approaches your defeated form, panting as your ankle throbs slightly. You know you can't run anymore at this point, so why tire yourself out.

Red Hood steps over you, placing his boots on your spread arms, barely applying any pressure, just enough to send a message.

You can hear his heave, distorted, and you imagine him to be sweating bullets under his helmet, while you cool off with the cold, humid air of late night Gotham.

"Did you need to do all that? I just wanted to talk." Red hood protests, exasperated and still panting as you do the same with a skeptical look.

"Seems it was more your gun wanting to do the talking." You bite back, feeling small under his gaze, so far up from you, but refusing to show it.

You can almost see his red helmet contort into a frown as you both know what you said isn't true. He may threaten you but he'd never actually shoot you. No matter how much he tries to hide it, he enjoys this dynamic of yours. And so do you.

The sexual tension, usually pointed out by others around you, could be cut with a meat cleaver. And it just keeps building. Every encounter or skirmish usually leaves you with sticky underwear and him with tighter pants. You excite him, keep him on his toes, and he does the same to you.

Not to mention the more intimate moments you've shared.

Walking the grey line of morality meant that your friends could be your enemies and vice versa. For you two, it meant that one day you could be bandaging each other up (still with the masks on) and the next day you could be the ones creating a need for the bandages.

And that is fine. You both think it's fine.

Until the tension brewing comes to a head spills over from the cauldron.

Red Hood takes his feet away from your biceps, stepping just below them to take the weight off and still keep close. He then takes his shinny, polished gun from its holster, not yet having been used on that night.

His large thighs flex as he crouches over your chest, placing the gun under your chin as you stare into the white eyes of his hood, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's behind.

"Well, if that's the only way I'll get you to talk." His deep voice, seemingly deepened by the voice modulator, rumbles through your chest as he speaks.

"There are other ways…" You whisper suggestively, mask slits lowering as you smirk seductively. The complete switch from your feisty defiance to a velvety tone and alluring expression makes him pause.

"Oh? And what would those be?" The gun feels cool against your skin as he presses it harder against you.

"You could start by taking off your helmet." You say confidently. And just like that, the gun's pressure leaves you as he pulls it away slightly.

Red Hood sighs deeply, shoulders dropping, "You know I can't do that, princess."

"Not for me?"

"Not for you, not for anyone I'm afraid."

"Won't even let me try to change your mind?" You purr. Your hands crawl up his tense legs, feeling the muscles quiver under your fingertips before they settle on his hips.

"I can't promise you anything." His tone turns stern, almost cold, but his breathing wavers at the feeling of your warm hands on his cold body.

"Then don't. Just let me do my thing and see how you feel afterwards." You suggest, nails scratching just above his belt. His hand flexes for a moment, contemplating, before he traces his gun down your throat and towards your warm chest.

"Think you can change my mind, do you?" His free hand brushes your hair away from your face before he grabs your chin between his gloved fingers. "Let's see what you got."

You slip your legs out from under him, placing them around his waist and throwing him off balance to the side, following the momentum and sitting yourself over him.

Red Hood's helmet hits the floor as he lets his head fall back. You lay your weight on his middle before gripping both his wrists while leaning closer to his face.

"You sound quite cocky. Not much reason to, since you're the one on the ground while I could just get up and run. You'd be left all alone to take care of your little problem." You whisper while grinding your ass against said problem.

"True, but we both know you don't really want to. And it's not so little, princess." His voice is deep and raspy as you continue your hip movements, taking his gun out of his hand. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Then you better start working, doll face."

You scoff at his tone before realizing the safety was off on the gun. "The safety was off?" You ask, shocked, as you turn it on, placing it by your side.

"Sorry, forgot about it. Had more interesting things to think about." His hands reach for you before you grab them, pinning them beside his head.

"You forgot about it? Not very professional of you, considering your impulses." Your chest meets his as you lean heavily on his wrists. You both know your hold on them means close to nothing and that he could easily get out of it, but he'd allow it if it meant having fun.

"Not the impulses you should be focusing on, sweetheart." His legs bend, urging you forward and making his crotch grind against yours.

“Ooh, I’m so scared of a man whose face I can’t even see. Not to mention the fact that you clearly have a very soft spot for me, sweetheart.” You tease, grinding your hips down firmly, reveling in the deep grunt that makes him chest vibrate against yours.

Red Hood lets out a slow breath, body relaxing completely as he stays silent, “Yeah, you’re right.” he finally says, quietly, absentmindedly. You stare deep into the whites of his mask as he stays tight-lipped and seemingly contemplating something.

"Can I trust you? Completely?" He asks before you hum, taking your hands away and sitting up. You ignore his boner poking your ass.

"Yes, of course you can." Your expression turns soft and serious as you speak. You hope he can hear your honesty more than see it through the mask.

He nods before reaching for his helmet, "Wait!" You exclaim as your hands stop him. "What are you doing?!"

"Listen, princess. I want this and I trust you. So I'm acting on all this fucking tension because honestly, I can't wait anymore." And so you let him reach for the back of his helmet, clicking it open with a hiss, before he takes it off and you're baffled by the image before you.

His hair is short and black with a white streak, just as messy and sweaty as you expected. His eyes are a startling, pale green, and they watch your reaction for a moment before his cheeks darken. There's the beginning of dark stubble on his jaw and chin. Even the small scars all across his face, from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, add to his rugged handsomeness that nothing your mind has ever conjured up could compare to.

"Don't comment too much. We can leave the soft stuff for another time. Right now, I just need to be inside you." The heated look in his striking eyes makes your breath stutter, along with his words. Before you smile cheekily while trailing your nails down his hard abs.

"'Leave the soft stuff for another time?' That better mean you'll be taking me out on a date, or I'm not having it." You tease, winking at him as he smiles fondly. You take off your mask and place it by his helmet, ego massively boosted by the immensely flustered look on his face as yours is revealed.

"Do comment all you like. And you can call me Y/N." You whisper into the night, lips a breath away from his.

"Jason. Nice to meet you, finally."

His soft lips crash against yours as months of tension come to a head while teeth scrape and tongues battle for dominance. You lose it and let Jason suck on your tongue as you rush to unbuckle his pants after raising his shirt slightly.

You feel his hands grip your waist tightly, meaning to flip you under him, before you hold him back by placing your hands on his, "Let me ride you, please."

"Ah fuck, doll face." Jason's voice wavers as you reach past his boxers to grab his hot member in your cold hand. Your hand moves up and down, feeling him harden fully in your palm as your forehead rests against his.

Your lips suck on his pulse while your other hand brushes a long scar in the middle of his torso, that you refuse to comment on.

"Princess, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. And I just wanna do it inside you." He grunts, tugging at your pants while holding your wrist to slow you down.

You take your pants off, thankful for the roof's tall walls and the fact that, for once, it isn't raining like hell. The stone digs into your knees as you settle over him once again.

"You ready?" Jason asks as you move his cock through your folds. You're not sure of the answer. He looks too girthy for you to take without prep painlessly. But with the burning ache on your core begging to feel him inside, your patience is quickly running out, so you're sure going to try.

You sink down instead of answering, slipping only the head of his cock inside you, making his eyes widen and nearly roll back at the unexpected pleasure, before they close tightly as he struggles to hold his own hips down as you adjust.

"Ah! Doll…" He sighs, hips twitching as they try to raise against the weight of you. You hold yourself up on his stomach as your walls are stretched to their limit, trying not to impale yourself too quickly.

You breathe hard and deep as you move down, the base being thicker makes it harder and not painful, but it's worth it for Jason's face as you finally descend all the way until your hips meet his and he gasps before moaning loudly and deeply. His cheeks become even redder than before, looking to the side at his loud noise.

You lean towards his ear to whisper, moving him inside you slightly which makes him groan again, "Be as loud as you like, nobody can hear you. Plus, not sure anybody cares."

“Fuck, princess, please tell me I can move. I just wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” Jason says, hands holding onto your hips. You nod desperately, already half gone with the feeling of his hard cock fully inside, raising yourself with a whimper and dropping again.

“Shit, doll!” He exclaims, hands helping you move as his hips raise while you drop, his tip hitting you impossibly deep as a layer of sweat starts to form on both of your foreheads, hair sticking to the skin.

“Ah, Jason.” You whimper, grounding your clit against his pelvis at the bottom.

“You feel so good, doll. So warm and wet, fuck…” He sighs, hand grasping your hair and pulling your lips against his as you set a hard and fast pace.

Your lips barely connect for more than a few moments, kisses interrupted by moans and whimpers as you breathe against each other's mouths.

Your toes begin to curl as sparks of pleasure travel all over your flushed body, breathing heavy as your heart pounds against your chest. Your body jerks as Jason’s rough and calloused finger starts rubbing firm circles on your clit.

“You close, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? Clench even tighter, shit!” He sighs, followed by a groan as you do clench tighter around him at his dirty words while the pleasure builds.

“Jason, please! I’m so close.” You moan desperately, muscles twitching as you allow Jason to do the most work with his powerful thrusts and rough fingers.

Your back arches as you finally reach that peak, shivering, nails digging into his stomach as you let him thrust into your pussy until he lets out a grunt once he reaches his orgasm, warm filling you as his cum drips out of you and down your thighs.

You open your eyes, gazing up into the dark sky, catching your breath before looking down. Jason lays back, sighing as the aftershocks of his high wears off slowly, leaving him sated and tired, pent up tension finally released.

You lean forward, ignoring the way your pussy twitches as he nudges the inside, and placing a kiss to his red cheek and smiling at his hazy, faraway gaze.

“So, about that date, you free on Friday?”

#dc #DC comics #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x you #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #jason todd fluff #jason todd smut #batfamily #batfamily x y/n #red hood #red hood and the outlaws #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n #red hood smut

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nazmazh · 1 year ago

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Playlist: Let The Show Begin

(This, of course, is not universal, and represents my personal tastes)

If the other list was big and bombastic and would fit for a Warriors series game, these ones are a little different tone. They're not so much "Cutting a Swath through everything in front of you" as "Ignoring all the chaos around you, slow marching towards your single target, casually tossing aside anyone who tries to get between you and them".

Some are just slower-paced bangers with the fight energy still there. Others are here because the pure dissonance of setting a fight scene to them would be amazing.

It is a fine line that divides the two categories of these two related "fight song" playlists - If the two need dividing at all. A lot of times it's more about vibes than actual BPM or whathaveyou, okay? Just go with it, okay? Play with me in this space.

Blue Oyster Cult - Cities On Flame With Rock and Roll

The Strokes - Reptilia

Eric Johnson - Cliffs of Dover

Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats - S.O.B.

Lindsey Stirling & Peter Hollens - Skyrim (Main Theme) [I like their version of it, okay?]

Fatboy Slim - Weapon of Choice

Nena - 99 Luftballoons [Auf Deutsch, natürlich]

The Doors - The Alabama Song (Whisky Bar)

Thin Lizzy - Cowboy Song [Just edges out The Boys Are Back in Town and Jailbreak. But only just]

The Kinks - Come Dancing

Elton John - Crocodile Rock

Poison - Dead Flowers [cover of a Rolling Stones song]

Ghost - Dance Macabre

The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be in Good Company

Queen - Keep Yourself Alive

Steam Powered Giraffe - Eat Your Heart (Hot on the Trail would also work)

Van Halen - Right Now

Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - Don't Come Around Here No More

The Sweet - Little Willy

Stray Cats - Stray Cat Strut

Emma Blackery - Blossom

Poets of The Fall - My Dark Disquiet [Could work for the higher-energy one, but compared to Take Control, this one feels more purposeful, less high-energy (Old Gods of Asgard is their alter-ego from The Remedy-verse)]

Mountain Goats - No Children

Vixy & Tony - Dawson's Christian [An excellent cover of a filk song by Duane Elms and Vic Tyler]

Ninja Sex Party - Thunder & Lightning

Garbage - Only Happy When it Rains

Boney M - Rasputin

The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue

AC/DC - Hell's Bells

Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

Lynyrd Skynyd - Gimme Three Steps [Mostly to emphasize how badly your opponents have fucked up]

Priestess - Blood

Social Distortion - Story of My Life

Alice Cooper - Hello, Hooray

TWRP (ft. Dan Avidan) - Starlight Brigade [The version in the playlist is just the audio, for smooth playback purposes, but you really do need to see the actual music video for it if you haven't]

The Who - The Seeker [Pinball Wizard and You Better You Bet were runners-up here]

ZZ Top - Legs [More for a woman kicking everyone's ass, than for some schlub like me]

Lenny Kravitz - Are You Gonna Go My Way?

Nightwish - Ever Dream [Had a hard time deciding if it fit better here or on "3, 2, 1 - Let's Go!". Like I said, the boundaries aren't always clear]

Guess who finally finished his long-overdue playlist project?

That's right, I finally did!

Here's a chain of those playlists separate from the original set of questions Teaboot posed, so that they can be found in one convenient place:

#music #playlist #finally doing something with that whole 'lover of music' bit in my profile

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 03 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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{Stranger Things Masterlist}

Like a Damn Train

You're walking back to where the guys are with your milkshake in hand, side by side with Monica. The day was calm, and this is a good way to end it. You're at this cute snack bar, all painted in pastel blue and pink colors, and some lights to match. It has two different spaces, but the inside is almost empty since it's a bit hot today, so people rather sit on the outside. But despite having enough empty tables for everyone, you're all leaning against the cars, chatting and laughing. You're a party of ten people, double the number of those who came with you, the others just stopped by.

You do feel a little cast aside since you don't really know the people or situations they're talking about. But Monica is kind enough to stand by your side, being sure to explain what's needed for you to engage in the conversation. Her cousin Jason is here too, as is her boyfriend, Christopher, who has always an arm around her shoulder.

“I'm telling you. That girl is trouble. She's a compulsive lier. I can't believe I dated her for almost a year.” Clark complains about his ex, who decided to use her spare time this summer to try and get back with him. “She called me once, in the middle of the night, crying, saying she crashed her car and was bleeding to death. I almost crashed mine trying to get to her as fast as possible and when I did, guess what? She was completely fine.”

“I always warned you about her,” Monica says, and the others nod.

“I should've listened.” Clark nods to himself. “From now on, I will listen to Monica.”

“Always listen to Monica.” She repeats in a meaningful tone, looking at you and raising an eyebrow.

“What?” You shrug your shoulders, sucking on your milkshake.

“Nothing." She dissimulates.

“It's about that Billy guy, isn't it?” Jason asks, gesturing his soda can at you.

“Yeah, you've been talking to him a lot lately.” David, one of those who stopped by and decided to join the party says. He's been giving you glances since he got here, but you're pretending not to notice. He'll get the hint soon enough and let it go.

“We're friends.” You simply say, leaning against Monica's car. David was at the pool today, you remember because you had to tell him not to dunk his friend. And that means he probably saw when you stopped by Billy's chair to ask him if he saw your whistle, which he had found on the floor near the girl's locker.

“Friends? With Hargrove?” David laughs. “Not possible. The guy only thinks about one thing. I doubt he even has a brain.”

“Well, he gave me a ride home when my car wouldn't start, so... He's not that much of a jerk if he bothered to help.” It's not your intention to defend Billy, but it feels wrong to let David say these things when Billy has been so nice to you. You know you have to keep an eye open just in case, but so far, it's being as he said it would be. Just two people who work together trying to get along.

“And why do you think he did that? I assure you it wasn't out of kindness.”

“She's the new girl in town. Maybe he thought she lived too far and offered help.” Christopher says, shrugging his shoulders. “You can't read minds, David, you don't know what inside people's heads.”

It's clear David isn't very welcome here. People don't seem very comfortable around him, and all his comments get some kind of snap. “Are you kidding me? It's Hargrove we're talking about here. He never talks to a girl unless he wants something. And we all know exactly what that is.”

“Since when you're the expert?”

“Since I know how guys think, Monica. Don't act like you got everyone figured out just because you're coursing Physiology.” He says, and his tone makes Christopher shoot him an angry stare.

“Mind your tone when you speak to my girlfriend, David.” He mutters, and David rolls his eyes. It's cute to see how he defends Monica, and it makes you smile. They're a freaking power couple, looking so good together.

“I'm just saying–”

“I know this sound.” Jason cuts him off, making everyone shut up to listen to... God knows what. “The car. There's only one car in Hawkins that makes this sound.”

“Billy's car.” Mon states and everyone looks at the street at the same time, and seconds after his Camaro speeds through, like a lightning bolt. “There he goes.”

“Was he looking over here?” Candace asks.

“At that speed, everything he sees is a blur.” Her sister Alice mutters.

You're not really paying attention, eyes glued to the now empty road, not sure why.

“I can't stand him. His presence alone makes me sick, the bastard.” David continues, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can do better, (Y/N), trust me.”

“You're envious of him.” Candace states and her sister follows with a laugh.

“Why in the hell would I be envious?”

“Because he's way hotter than you are.” The words come out of your mouth before you can think. “Basic psychology, isn't that right, Mon?” You elbow her, who giggles and nods.

“Couldn't agree more.” As she speaks, you hear the car again, as if it's coming back. The same noise they said belongs to Billy's car. But since you're not the expert here, it could belong to any other car, so you don't give much thought about it.

“No shit.” Jason mumbles.

“What a way to ruin the night,” David complains, rolling his eyes. His dirty, greasy hair sticks to his forehead, and he pushes it back.

“Unbelievable,” Monica says, looking at something behind you.

No, no. It can't be him... Right? You don't move, looking at your milkshake, completely ignoring how everyone seems to be staring at you.

“Hargrove.” David hisses, in a low voice.

You turn your head to see if this is really happening, and the moment you spot him, you look away. He was in a hurry to be somewhere, what is he doing here?

“Go talk to him,” Monica tells you.

“What makes you think he came here to talk to me?” You're quick to snap back, sucking what's left of your milkshake and putting the empty plastic cup on the hood of her car.

“Because he's coming this way and you're the only one here who speaks to him.” She speaks fast, wide eyes.

“Fine.” You raise your hands in surrender when she starts pushing you away from her car. “I'll go and say hi.” You give two steps backwards, shrugging your shoulders, and making sure everyone notices how casual it is. Then you turn on your heels, walking towards him, but slower, just in case he'll walk right past you. But he doesn't, he stops when you do, not quite keeping the distance he should. “Hi,” you mumble, suddenly very much aware of the eyes on your back.

“Hi.” Billy flashes his bright smile, the one that makes you think he's happy to see you. As if he hasn't seen you in a very long time. “Hanging out with your party, huh?”

“Yeah.” You gesture at where they're standing, trying to get a grip of yourself. C'mon, to hell with what they say. Or think. “I needed a night out. What about you?” You take a look at him, trying to be quick about it. He's wearing a black jacket and a dark red shirt underneath, which is unbuttoned. “Judging by the clothes and how fast you were going, you must be heading to a date. Or a party.”

“Second one.” He looks at something behind you. “Decided to stop and get some fries. Join me inside?”

“Mmm...” You're not sure if you should leave Mon and the others, so you take a look at them. And you see David's face, shamelessly staring as if it was his business. “Oh, we were just talking about you.” You raise your voice a little, and you both make the way to the small group of people. Monica has a funny look on her face. “Right, David?”

“Only bad things, I hope,” Billy says, eyes quickly scanning through the party. He knows he's not welcome, but he doesn't seem to care. Why would he? He just walked in like he owned the place. “I have a reputation I'd like to keep.”

The expression on David's face is priceless, and some people cover their mouths, hiding a laugh.

“Let's get those fries,” you say, pulling Billy by his jacket. “But only if you're paying.”

“Obviously.” He gives one last look, straight at David, before following you inside. Only half the tables are occupied, so you pick one on the back, next to the window. “I'll make the order.” He says as you take a sit. Through the corner of your eye, you see the crew moving more to their left, just where they can have a better view of your table. Looking at them, you wave, smiling. Monica won't stop talking about it tomorrow.

“So. What kind of wild party are you going to?” You ask when he comes back, seating across from you.

“Tommy's. Wanna come?”

“No. It's not my kind of party.” Monica told you about Tommy, that in some ways he's far worse than Billy. Guess you shouldn't judge this Tommy only by what you hear, but since you have nothing else to compare it too, you'll stick with what you've heard.

“It figured.” He shrugs his shoulders, penetrating eyes burning thought your skin.

“Let's eat quickly then. So you can go to your party.” You don't understand why he came all the way back here. Just to eat fries? He was going to a party and stopped for some fries? You'll have to ask Monica about it. Maybe there's a psychological explanation.

“I'm not going anymore.”

Okay. That's even weirder. “Why?”

Billy only smiles, and you're starting to notice it makes you feel funny. You don't like staring for too long, so you have to find something else to focus your attention on... But there's nothing so you just look down at your hands. “You know that David guy is into you, right?”

“What? Of course not.” You take a look through the window, catching some of them staring. Monica is one of them, obviously. “I mean, he was staring, but... I don't know. I'm the new girl after all, and in a small town like Hawkins I get that people are a little curious about the outsider.”

“That wasn't a curious look, believe me.”

“You can't really talk about it, right? You're the heartbreaker of Hawkins.”

Billy leans forward, and when the waitress comes with your fries, he doesn't even seem to notice. You don't get why he's staring for so long, like memorizing a map. “I will be straight forward with you, (Y/N).” He starts, his voice suddenly darker, as if the game was over and whatever he's about to say is a matter of life and death. “I like you.”

That makes you giggle, completely ruining the atmosphere. “Okay. You like a lot of girls, Billy. I thought you said just friends.” You're a little disappointed. Guess you were just a little bit excited about maybe, just maybe, befriending Billy, not sure why though.

“No. I don't have to like them to–”

“Let me stop you right there.” You burst out. “I don't need the details.”

“I never liked any of them. Why do you think I never met any girl more than twice?” What can you say to that? Shrugging your shoulders, you keep your eyes on the fries as you eat. You have no idea where this is going. “But you, you hit me like... bang.”

“Like bang?” Raising an eyebrow, you repeat and giggle again.

“Like a damn train.” He's not joking, he's dead serious. “Since the day you walked into the pool, I couldn't help but stare.”

“Billy, I–”

“I always hated when girls started talking about their lives, their friends, their families, but you... I want to know you. Your favorite color, your favorite hairstyle, your favorite ice cream flavor.” Drumming your fingers on the table, you give a quick glance at your friends, looking for Monica as if you could send her a message through your mind, asking for help. “And it's so freaking bizarre because I never thought it could happen to me. I thought about approaching you as I usually do, try to seduce you. It would be so much easier if that was everything I wanted, but it isn't.”

“Uhm...” Okay, you're completely lost here. More than you were on the first day at the pool. “Pink. I like to let my hair down. And chocolate.” You try to remember the order he spoke, despite feeling like this is the stupidest thing to say right now. But you don't know how to react. Nobody was straight to the point like this, all of them always had some kind of game. Pretending they don't care, acting like they're superior, acting like they're stupid... Everyone who ever tried something with you had a strategy. But this guy, town's bad boy, who leaves a long trail of broken hearts wherever he goes, he's just putting all the cards on the table. And you were caught off guard.

“I noticed the first two.” He gestures at you. You're wearing a pink shirt and your hair is down, flowing down your shoulders.

“You don't know me enough to like me, Billy.” You sigh, not sure what do say next.

“Only time will tell.” Billy smiles again, biting on a frie. “Just give me a chance.”

“What about the 'just friends' agreement? I was totally down for that.” Friendship is easier. So much less complicated... And it would give you a one hundred percent security that Billy wouldn't hurt you. Not that you'd ever allowed him to get close enough to do that... Right? Right. “Friendship always comes before any... Romantic relationship. It's just the natural flow of things.”

“If that's what you think, we'll start off as friends then.”

Damn it. The smile again. What the hell is wrong with you today? Monica is getting to your head with all her 'mission' thing. “Friends,” you repeat because it would be so mean if you just backed off now. He did help you when your car wouldn't start. And he's paying for the fries.

“(Y/N)!” Someone yells and you immediately look through the window. It's Jason. “Let's go, we're leaving!”

Already?

You mean... Great. You need to get home to think. “I have to go,” you say, standing up after grabbing a few more fries.

“I can take you home.” He offers.

“I'm not sure. Wouldn't it be a little mean to them?” Part of you wants to go home, leave Billy and this whole talking behind, get back into reality. Get a grip on yourself and think this through. But there's something else, a tiny piece that lit up when he offered you a ride.

“You already came with them. I don't see why you can't leave with someone else. I will let you ride shotgun.”

“You really think I'll go with you just because I'll ride shotgun? I can call shotgun with them, you know?” You giggle, eyes suddenly locked on his.

“With them, it's just a possibility. With me, it's a fact.” The guy is cocky, no doubt about that. “Would it change your mind if I say please?”

“Begging doesn't suit you, Hargrove.” You snap, smiling. “I'll let them know.”

He winks at you before you turn to leave. You change your mind a couple of times before you reach Monica and the others. But now you're sure. You want to go with Billy. You haven't finished the fries yet, anyway.

“Guys, you can go. Billy will give me a ride home.” You say as some of them get into Candace's car.

“Ok,” Mon smirks, giving you a look that means she'll want all the details later.

“What?” David speaks up, a humorless laugh leaving his lips. “Monica, I thought you said your friend was smart.”

“Are you calling me dumb?” You gasp, unable to believe your ears. Who the hell does he think he is? The guy doesn't even know you.

“If you're really considering letting him–” He gestures at the snack bar, straight at your table. “–take you home, yes, sweety, you're pretty dumb.”

“David shut the hell up.” Monica has a finger on his face.

“Who do you think you are to put of your nose in my business?” You raise your voice, stepping forward. You're not the one to be insulted and keep quiet. “This is my damn life and I do whatever I want. You're not even a friend of mine so back the hell off.”

“I'm trying to put some sense into your empty brain and you're turning it on me?” He looks around as if searching for support. But half the group is by Candace's car, and those who are closer don't seem to back him up.

“The hell is going on?” Billy yells startle you a little and you turn your head to see him coming from the snack bar.

“Isn't it obvious that nobody here wants you around?” David barks at him, making an abrupt gesture towards Billy.

He stops by your side, towering over you.

“David here just called (Y/N) dumb,” Christopher says in a provoking tone. “Right, David? Do you have anything else to say or did the last sentences drained out your intelligence? The tiny little bit you have of it.”

“You called her what?” Billy steps forward, slightly hiding you with his shoulder. He's angry suddenly, raising his voice.

“Drop the gentleman act, Billy. Everyone knows what you want.” David comes forward too, throwing his empty can on the floor. “But if she wants to go from the new girl in town to another of Hargrove's sluts, that's all her choice.”

You're about to speak up when Billy moves, closing the distance between him and David, pulling him by the collar of his shirt and punching his jaw hard. You heart skips a beat and your stomach burns. David falls to the ground, a hand coming to his chin. Everyone gasps, hands covering their mouths. You see when Billy is about to move again, so you grab his arm.

“I told you. If you didn't quit being an asshole someone would put you in your place.” Jason says as he speeds away in his car, giving Billy a thumbs up.

But you barely notice the commotion, trying to understand what just happened.

“Call her that again and I'll make sure to break your nose the next time.” Billy barks, looking down at David, who awkwardly crawls backwards before standing up and walking away.

“C'mon.” You start pulling Billy, noticing how the muscles on his arm are tense, even through the jacket. “Let's go.” You move to stand before him, seeing the anger in his eyes as he watches David stumble to his car. Why is he so pissed? “Bye, guys. See you tomorrow.” You say, pushing Billy's chest, sighing in relief when he finally gives up and starts walking back into the snack bar.

Your heart is beating so fast you can feel it pounding against your chest. Billy gestures for you to walk in front of him as he gives one last glance at David's car as he speeds away. Running a hand through your hair, you notice how people are staring as you sit back on the table.

“That was unnecessary.” You burst out, still feeling hot from all the sudden commotion. You have your eyes set on Billy as he sits across from you, anger still clear on his expression.

Nobody ever did that for you. And you have dated before. Only two guys and for a short period of time, but still... You're surprised he'd go through all that trouble because of you, a girl he barely knows. “But thank you.” He's still so mad, like he's caged inside his rage. He keeps staring through the window as if waiting for David to return. “Billy?” You call him, standing up and moving to seat beside him, touching his shoulder. It seems to drag him out of his thoughts, and he looks at you, the anger vanishing, turning into something else. Something you can't name. “Thank you.”

“David is an asshole.” He simply says.

“He is.” Your eyes fall on your arm, still on his shoulder, so you move it away. “Nobody ever stood up for me like that. It's not that I can't deal with an idiot like him, but... It was nice.”

“Whenever you need, princess.”

The name and the smile make your stomach burn again, and you look down just in case you're blushing. As much you appreciate what he just did, you can't let any kind of feelings build up. “So...” You pull the plate with the fries closer, taking one and biting it. “You gonna be my bodyguard now? Beating up whoever calls me bad names?”

“I will if you want me to.”

You know he's smiling even though you're not looking. Biting your lip, you clear your throat. “I think that's ok. But I doubt David will cross my way again.”

“He better not.”

The rest of the night goes by calmy. When you're done with the fries, he gets you another milkshake even though you tell him you already had one. You stand by his car until the milkshake is over, and that's when you finally head home.

His car is do damn fast. Way too fast. You're looking at the road ahead, wondering how the hell he can drive at such a speed. “Billy, would you slow down a bit?” You ask, happy when he complies.

It's a little past eleven when he stops by your place, and you take a deep breath before opening the door. “Bye. See you tomorrow.” Smiling you step out of the car, walking around it. But you stop when you see he's getting out too.

“What? I'm gonna walk you to the door.” He shrugs his shoulders, and you look down as you both slowly walk to the front door. Once you get there, you awkwardly turn around, looking at him, noticing how the dim light from the porch lights up his face... He's cute. More than cute. He's... Very handsome.

Alright, stop staring now.

“Thanks again for the ride home... And for defending my honor, Billy Hargrove.” You mutter, your voice is strangely low.

“Anytime you need.”

“Yeah...” Clearing your throat, you gesture at the door behind you. “Gotta go.”

“Sure.” Billy looks down at you, and he suddenly moves closer. But before you can push him away, or even process what he's doing, you feel his lips on the apple of your cheek. It's almost unreal how his lips are soft. Billy doesn't come out as soft... He's rough, the bad guy. But this... This is confusing. You're sure you're blushing this time, frozen, as he pulls away. “Good night, (Y/N).”

“Good night,” you mumble, turning the door handle. But it doesn't open, so you try again. “Shit... Oh, it's locked.” You search on your pockets for the key, excited to get in and get the hell away from Billy. This is unfair. He knows the effect he has on girls. You struggle with the key, sighing in relief when the door finally opens.

“Did I just make you nervous?” He asks as you step inside.

“Good night, Billy,” you repeat, giving him a half-smile before closing the door.

Today's events are getting to your head. What Billy did was... Badass. Hot even. You're a girl, how are you supposed to feel after a guy punches someone to defend you? It's only natural, right? Right. Shit, you really need to talk to Monica.

Running a hand through your hair, you turn around, ready to take a shower and get some sleep. But your aunt's image by the stairs scare you, and you hit the door with your back.

She has a smile on her face, bright and wide. “Hello, honey. Who was that guy?”

#billy stranger things #imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x y/n #imagine stranger things #stranger things imagine

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iain-games-fmp · 4 years ago

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Comparing combat systems: Skyrim and Ghostrunner

Skyrim and Ghostrunner are vastly different games. The former is focused on open ended exploration and immersing yourself in the world and characters. There are a number of different options for combat builds based on which weapons you choose and which perks you take when leveling up. It can be very slow paced and contemplative compared to a lot of other games. Ghostrunner, on the other hand, is a fast paced, linear action game with a heavy emphasis on sleek, efficient movements and never staying still for too long. You have a fixed weapon and get upgrades naturally through gameplay. In Ghostrunner, your fingers have to be about 3 steps ahead of where your brain is.

Skyrim: Skyrim is an open world role playing game, in which you can explore wide open environments and explore freely. It's a game that's designed to be more about characters and exploration than instantaneous actions. The combat system is built with multiple different weapons in mind. Because you can use any number of different one handed and two handed weapons, from maces to one handed swords to battle-axes as well as bows and magic. As a result, the game was built for the combat system to feel a bit homogenous, so that anything works. Every single combat option feels fine, and that's kind of my problem with it. Everything gets the job done, but there never really feels like there's a solid impact. Sometimes it's because enemies don't react meaningfully, sometimes it's because the fight ends with you being locked into a janky finisher animation. In some ways it's because attacks just feel too slow and not powerful enough to wait for, but also it seems as though many enemies can be damage sponges. They take hits without seeming too fussed and will continue to just glide towards you, weapon drawn, regardless.

Ghostrunner: In Ghostrunner, however, the combat is viscerally satisfying in the best way possible. The game uses a one hit kill system, which means that you only need to hit an enemy once to kill them, but they only need to hit you once to kill you. The ability to retry each section almost instantly and a slick parkour system then comes together to create a game that feels so much more focused on instantaneous satisfaction and mobility than the comparatively slow, plodding experience of Skyrim. This, in and of itself, isn't a bad thing. The games are designed with different things, in mind after all. It only become pertinent when you look at the two games combat systems side by side. Skyrim feels completely dull, with damage sponge enemies, clunky movement and stiff, weightless combat when compared to Ghostrunner's slick movement and flashy animations.

I wanted to focus on creating a more Ghostrunner-esque combat system for my game, mainly because it's slick and satisfying. The main thing that I'd have to focus on would be balancing that style of combat with the inevitably slower pace of my game. However, I think that if I do make a combat system, I try and make it feel impactful and fun in the way that Ghostrunner is, but try and avoid the light and floaty combat of Skyrim.

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queercapwriting · 7 years ago

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Hi! I don't know if your taking prompts or not so feel free to ignore this if not but I I love this trope lol. Here we go: Sanvers' first house. Maggie watches Alex mow the lawn and gets all hot and bothered bc her sweaty, dirty wife is hot af. Fun things begin if you catch my drift :)

They’ve talked about wanting a lifetime of firsts.

Alex was the first to bring up a house, because frankly, the idea had always terrified Maggie.

She’d been so used to running for so long.

Running toward safety; running for survival; running because she didn’t know how else to exist; running because it was habit; running because she didn’t know how to stop.

But Alex made her want to stop.

Well, not stop, not exactly.

Because they would always be running, both as individuals and together.

Because with Alex?

With Alex, she wanted to both run and be stable; with Alex, freedom and security weren’t contradictory. They were complimentary.

They were perfect.

So they buy a house, because when Alex tells her she wants that to be part of their lifetime of firsts, she cries just like she did when Alex proposed.

Because she’s shocked, because she wants it. God, she wants it.

So they drink wine on balconies and they lay in each other’s laps and they research and they make lists and they fantasize.

How many rooms, what kind of style, location, location, location, rankings of whether it’s more important to have a garage or a pool, discussions of ‘do we ever really use the kitchen anyway’ and ‘yes, babe, if J’onn permits it, we can have a separate space for your weapons.’

Buying a house involves a lot of firsts, and they both revel in each one.

But this one? This particular first?

Is going to be fun.

“Danvers, you grew up on the beach, you’ve never – “

“There’s grass in Midvale, Maggie.”

“Okay, but there’s like, only grass in Blue Springs, Danvers.”

“And why would I make my beautiful wife feel like she’s back in Nebraska, huh? Come on, babe, it’ll be fun. I don’t mind, honestly.”

Maggie tilts her head and squints and sighs.

“You gonna wear that?” she asks, gesturing lightly at Alex’s tank top and cut offs and boots.

“Problem?” Alex asks.

Maggie tries to swallow, but her throat is too dry. “Nope. I mean… if you really don’t mind? To be honest, I always hated cutting the grass – “

Alex positively squeals with excitement. “Excellent! I’ll be outside, then!” She leans in and kisses her lips, and Maggie wants to deepen the kiss, wants to pull Alex into her body and never let go, but Alex is out the door before Maggie can even open her eyes.

“Nerd,” she mutters under her breath with a smile.

“Takes one to know one!” Alex calls over her shoulder.

“My wife has superhuman hearing,” Maggie murmurs, still grinning.

“No I don’t, you’re just predictable!” Alex shouts again, this time over the roar of the lawn mower coming to life.

Maggie chuckles and shakes her head and wanders into the kitchen – their kitchen – to do the dishes from Kara’s homemade brunch this morning.

She doesn’t expect to feel like she’s just gotten an electric shock, particle accelerator explosion style, when she looks out the window above the sink to see her wife looking… like that.

Because it’s only been ten minutes, but it’s absurdly hot outside, and Alex must have fished a bandanna out of the garage because now it’s tied around her head, stained slightly in sweat, just as Alex’s calves are getting stained slightly with dirt, with the remains of sheared blades of grass.

She has to concentrate to put the plate she’d been washing down so she doesn’t just drop it, break it.

Because hot damn, her wife is… well, hot.

“Damn, Danvers,” she rasps to herself, watching as Alex wipes sweat away from her forehead with a shrug of her shoulder. Maggie rinses and dries her hands, eyes still transfixed on the sight out their window, and checks the weather on her phone.

Yep. Over 90 degrees.

Which has everything to do with how sweaty and dirty Alex has gotten in so short a time, but absolutely nothing to do with what she’s doing to Maggie’s body right now.

Well, maybe it has a little something to do with it. Because it’s the sweat and dirt that are driving her out of her mind.

She tries to gulp, but her throat is too dry. She grabs a glass, fills it, takes a sip or two – eyes still focused on her wife – refills it, and tears her eyes away from Alex for a moment.

She bites her lip and looks down at her own body. She checks her fly and shimmies around slightly so her shirt is positioned just so, runs her fingers through her hair so it falls around her face just so.

She clears her throat and she heads to the doorway, immediately regretting not calling Alex inside instead, because the heat compared with the house’s central air hits her hard.

“Thirsty, Danvers?” she calls, leaning on their doorway like she’s not already burning up.

Both because of the temperature and because of the sweat and dirt clinging to her wife’s body like someone painted the stains onto her skin and clothes.

She has to shout again, because Alex doesn’t hear her. But when she does, her grin is so wide, so earnest, that Maggie melts.

And it definitely has nothing to do with the sun.

Alex flips off the mower, trots over and takes the glass gratefully but hesitates before kissing Maggie.

“I’m kinda gross,” she gives a disclaimer when Maggie frowns, which makes Maggie bite her lip as she drags her eyes slowly up and down Alex’s body.

“Gross isn’t the word I’d use,” she rasps, and Alex nearly chokes on her water at the tone in her voice.

“Yeah?” she splutters, trying so hard to be smooth that Maggie lets it slide.

“Mmhmm,” Maggie takes the glass from her and kneels slowly to set it down on the porch. She runs her fingers over Alex’s lower legs, and Alex’s shivers as her fingernails scrape through the sweat on her shins, ghosting over without actually touching the dirt on her calves.

“Maggie, we’re… we’re outside,” she croaks, and Maggie stands immediately.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I – “

“No, hey, no, it’s fine. I’m fine. This… this is literally why we got such a private back yard, I just… I was flirting, I’m sorry, I didn’t want… I didn’t want you to stop.”

Maggie tilts her head. “Babe, you sure?” she asks, and Alex backhands sweat off her face, leaving a streak of dirt there that just turns Maggie on harder, as she nods eagerly.

Maggie nods, too, as she kneels again, slower this time. “Change your mind at any point, Danvers,” she tells her, and Alex smiles.

“So uh… gross isn’t the word you’d use. What uh… what word would you use?”

“Fucking sexy,” Maggie asks with her eyes before unzipping Alex’s cut-off jeans.

“That’s two words,” Alex wheezes as she nods before getting impatient and unzipping her cut-offs herself.

“Someone’s eager,” Maggie chuckles, and Alex tosses her head back and moans.

“Both of us, I’d say,” she hisses as Maggie tugs her jeans down and her underwear aside.

“May I?” she asks, and they both chuckle as Alex, in her eagerness to lift one of her legs onto Maggie’s shoulder, forgets that her shorts are still sort of on, and nearly falls.

“Mmm, maybe I should go down on you later,” Maggie teases, and something flashes in Alex’s eyes, then.

Something Maggie didn’t want to ask her for, because she knows this mood of Alex’s is somewhat temperamental, but god, has seeing her like this made her want it.

“What, Danvers?” she asks breathlessly, even though she already knows.

“Stand up?” Alex asks, and her voice is already ragged, already wrecked from the sight of Maggie on her knees, wanting to go down on her.

Maggie stands.

“Turn around,” Alex demands, and Maggie hisses with pleasure because she knows Alex’s demands are always questions.

“Yes,” she whispers, “but kiss me first?”

So Alex does. Alex does, and Maggie swoons, pressing her body against the damp heat that is Alex, flush against the barely-there restraint and raw need that is her wife.

“You’re so damn hot,” she murmurs into Alex’s mouth, against Alex’s tongue, and when Alex moans, Maggie pulls back.

“You can turn me around now,” she invites, and Alex spins her around and presses her against the back wall of their house so fast they both need to pause, need to breathe each other in.

“You good?” Alex makes sure, and Maggie grinds her ass back into Alex as answer.

“Yeah. You?” she confirms, and Alex answers by bracing herself against the wall with one dirt-stained hand just above Maggie’s head, by putting her other hand on Maggie’s waist and pulling her even closer into her body.

“Fuck,” Maggie murmurs, and Alex grins into her shoulder blades.

“Exactly,” she husks, and Maggie whines and grinds back into her, finding a rough and needy rhythm that isn’t exactly a first, but is exactly perfect.

“So I can’t exactly touch you right now,” Alex tightens her grip on Maggie’s hip, on her jeans. “All that dirt and sweat that seems to turn you on so much.”

Maggie moans and Alex’s hand on her hip, Alex’s body against the back of her thighs, her ass, stabilize her more than the ground or the wall she’s pressed against ever could.

“Danvers,” she manages.

“Color?” Alex checks.

“Green as that damn grass,” Maggie chokes, and they both chuckle.

“So since I can’t touch you like I want to right now, you wanna be a good girl for me and do me a favor?”

“Fuck, Danvers.”

“Is that a yes, Sawyer?”

“Yes, fuck, Alex, yes.”

“Good girl. Can you touch yourself for me, Mags? I wanna make you come so damn hard, fucking you like this, holding you like this. The backyard of our new house… who knew lawn mowing could be so… fuck, that’s right, baby,” Alex pants as Maggie shifts so she’s braced on the wall with only one hand, slipping the other down her jeans.

“You good, Ally?” Maggie gasps, because Alex goes quiet, her breathing ragged, at the sight in front of her, in her arms.

“Perfect, Maggie, yeah. I love you so much,” she tells her, and it’s that, more than anything, that tosses Maggie over the edge.

Alex holds her steady and whispers how much she loves her as she rides out her waves.

“I love you too,” Maggie sighs, her forehead against the back of Alex’s hand, which she’d shifted to prevent Maggie from hitting her head against the wall.

“So you were saying something about fucking me yourself?” Maggie asks as Alex kisses her shoulders, her back, her hair, the nape of her neck.

Alex groans softly. “And you were saying something about going down on me,” Alex grins into Maggie’s skin, and Maggie moans like she does when she tries amazing food.

“Shower?” she turns her face to ask, her eyes still hazy from her orgasm, but glistening with excitement all the same.

“Oh yes,” Alex grins, and they’re not sure if they’re tugging each other up the stairs or racing up the stairs, but either way, their clothes come off somewhere along the way as they make out and giggle and shriek and tickle their way through their first house.

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