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jessesluvr · 2 months ago

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Omg can I request something where reader is ellie's little sister, and ellie and jesse are best friends (very each others bros like on the game, because they seem like they just tolerate each other on the show🥲) and jesse always treated reader just like "my best friend's younger sister).... Until one time the three of them are playing video game (actually reader is just watching because ellie is having that normal older sibling behaviour of "nah we play, you just watch") but then ellie needs to get out for a bit because of something important, leaving her sister and jesse alone. And they're teasing each other (platonically) like they usually do, jesse (always having a soft spot for reader and spoiling her a bit) let's her play one match with him before ellie comes back, and then when jesse is winning reader gets his 🎮 (english is not my first language, forgot the name of this) from him and he tries to get it back while she's struggling on the couch, like they're playing wrestling.

But then things get out of control a bit when jesse... Well, gets a boner.

Anyways, the only thing I'm begging to be added is dry humping over their clothes. If you wanna add any more thing after that or what will jesse's feelings be (is captain wyoming feel guilty or not after?) you decide!!

not just ellie's sister | jesse x reader

✧.* author's note : hey.. how y'all doin...

✧.* summary : jesse always saw you as ellie’s little sister—until one night alone changed everything. after teasing turns to tension and feelings come to light, the two of you have to face ellie, the truth, and what it really means to fall for each other.

✧.* warnings : lowkey smut, grinding, dry-humping, that kinda stuff.. mndi 18+

✧.* word count : 3.8k

you were used to being on the sidelines.

ellie had always been the center of attention, the louder one, the sharper one, the one people noticed first. not that you minded — you were used to her storming through rooms like a whirlwind while you followed in her wake, quieter, more observant. being her little sister came with territory. especially when it came to her best friend, jesse.

jesse, with his easy grin and dark eyes and habit of ruffling your hair like you were still twelve.

he always treated you like a kid, even though you were officially eighteen now — something ellie had rolled her eyes about during your birthday dinner last week. jesse had been there, of course, sitting beside ellie, cracking jokes the entire time and handing you the last slice of pie when no one else was looking. he always did that — little things that felt soft, almost sweet, but were quickly dismissed with a “don’t get used to it, squirt.”

you never knew how to respond to that nickname. it made you want to throw something at him and also maybe blush at the same time.

tonight was another “game night” at ellie’s place. you weren’t even supposed to be there, but you were bored, and the snowstorm outside had knocked out power in half the town. her place still had a working generator, which meant heat, lights, and — most importantly — working consoles.

you’d wandered in, curled up on the other end of the couch with a blanket, pretending to be more interested in the book in your hands than the chaos unfolding on the screen.

“you’re cheating,” ellie muttered, eyes narrowed as she shoved jesse’s shoulder.

“you’re just mad i’m better than you,” jesse shot back, his voice warm with laughter.

“bullshit.”

“language,” he said mockingly, glancing over his shoulder at you. “you hear this, squirt? your sister’s a menace.”

“yeah, i live with her,” you said without looking up from the page.

jesse snorted, his attention flicking back to the screen. you couldn’t help but peek over your book, eyes landing on his profile — the slope of his nose, the dark lashes, the way his hands gripped the controller, fingers quick and confident.

ugh. annoying.

“you wanna play or what?” ellie asked, her tone more of a challenge than an offer.

you blinked, startled. “me?”

“no, the ghost behind you.”

you frowned. “uh… yeah, sure.”

jesse was already shaking his head. “nah, we’re mid-round. just wait.”

you didn’t miss the smug look he sent you, like he knew you wouldn’t say anything. like he expected you to just sit and watch like always.

and, well. he wasn’t wrong.

you sighed, curling tighter under the blanket.

“backseat gaming is an art,” jesse said as he took the lead in whatever shooter they were playing, “and your sister’s a master.”

“eat shit,” ellie said cheerfully.

you rolled your eyes. typical.

the match went on for another fifteen minutes before ellie suddenly paused, sitting upright. “fuck— i forgot i told dina i’d meet her at the greenhouse about the patrol rotation.”

jesse looked over. “now?”

“yep. i’ll be quick.” she was already standing, grabbing her coat.

you sat up too. “should i come with?”

“nah. jesse’ll keep you company. don’t let her touch my save file,” ellie added before slamming the door behind her.

the silence after she left was… weird.

you glanced at jesse. he was still lounging against the armrest, long legs stretched out, controller balanced on his stomach.

“what?” he said, catching you staring.

“nothing.”

he raised a brow. “you always look at people like you wanna bite them?”

you flushed. “you’re annoying.”

“takes one to know one.”

you threw a pillow at him.

he caught it with one hand and smirked. “feisty.”

“ugh.”

you tried to go back to your book, but it was useless. jesse was still smirking, clearly enjoying himself.

after a beat, he sighed dramatically. “fine. wanna play a round?”

your head snapped up. “seriously?”

“one round. before ellie gets back.”

you scrambled off the couch before he could change his mind. “you’re gonna regret this.”

“am i?” he asked, handing you the controller.

“yes.”

you sat beside him, closer now, shoulder nearly brushing his. he didn’t move away.

“you’re going down,” you warned, trying to sound fierce.

jesse chuckled. “sure, squirt.”

you narrowed your eyes but didn’t correct him.

the match started. for a second, you were too focused on the controls to care how close you were sitting. your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth as you concentrated, and jesse, the bastard, kept giving commentary the whole time.

“you’re heading into a trap.”

“no i’m not.”

“yep. aaand there it is.”

“shut up.”

“this is adorable,” he said, clearly enjoying your frustration.

when he took the lead again, you groaned. “you’re cheating.”

“we’ve been over this.”

“you’re such a sore winner.”

“and you’re a sore loser.”

“fuck you.”

“language.”

you lunged for his controller on instinct — a reckless, childish move. he laughed as you half-threw yourself into his lap, trying to grab it from his hands.

“give it—!”

“no way, you maniac—”

he twisted away, but you followed, and suddenly you were both tangled on the couch, limbs everywhere, your hand still gripping the edge of his controller as you wrestled it from his hands.

“i’m serious!” you gasped between laughs. “gimme—!”

“you’re insane—ow, that’s my leg—”

you were struggling, straddling his thighs now without even realizing, the controller caught between your chests, your weight pressed against him. your breath was hot, your face flushed, and jesse wasn’t laughing anymore.

you blinked. “what?”

he didn’t answer.

you looked down — and felt it.

the heat, the pressure between your thighs.

oh.

your breath caught.

jesse didn’t move. he looked… frozen. his hands still lightly held your waist from when he tried to push you off, but now they weren’t moving. his eyes were dark, mouth parted.

your heart slammed into your ribs.

you didn’t move, didn’t breathe.

jesse swallowed hard. “shit.”

you didn’t know if it was an apology or a curse or a warning.

you didn’t say anything.

and still — you didn’t move.

you still didn’t move.

your legs were straddled over his lap. his hands were on your waist, loose but not pulling away. and you could feel him — through his jeans, hard and unmistakably there.

the air between you went still. the video game was still playing, the match forgotten, the controller now lodged somewhere between your bodies. your hands had stilled on his chest.

“jesse…” you said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

his jaw flexed. “i didn’t mean—fuck.”

he closed his eyes for a second like he was trying to will it all away. maybe he thought you’d leap off him, run to tell ellie. maybe he was bracing for you to be disgusted, to scream.

you didn’t move.

instead, your fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his shirt.

“i didn’t mean for that to happen,” he muttered, eyes still on yours. “swear to god.”

you searched his face, heat licking up your neck and into your ears. his cheeks were flushed. he looked… embarrassed. maybe even panicked.

but he didn’t let go of you.

your pulse was racing. your thighs were burning from the tension. you were aware of every single place your body was touching his.

“i know,” you said quietly. “it’s fine.”

his eyes flicked to yours again. “it’s not.”

“it is.”

you surprised yourself with how steady your voice was. with how calm you felt — or maybe it wasn’t calm. maybe it was something else. something sharp and coiled and low in your stomach.

you didn’t know who moved first.

but suddenly, you shifted your hips — just a little — and jesse let out a sound in his throat that made your breath hitch.

“fuck,” he whispered.

his grip on your waist tightened just slightly, like he was torn between pushing you off and pulling you closer.

your thighs clenched around him instinctively. his hard-on was pressing up against your center, and it was driving you insane.

you were still clothed. everything was still technically safe. you weren’t doing anything.

except you were.

“jesse,” you said again, breathier this time.

his eyes were locked on your lips now. like he couldn’t stop looking.

“we shouldn’t,” he said, but his voice cracked halfway through it.

you nodded slowly. “we shouldn’t.”

you rolled your hips again, slower this time. deliberate.

he swore under his breath, his head falling back against the couch. his grip shifted — one hand splayed against your lower back now, the other tightening on your thigh.

you both exhaled shakily.

you moved again, and this time, he moved with you.

it was subtle at first — just the smallest tilt of his hips, meeting you halfway. but then your bodies found a rhythm, your thighs tightening around him, his fingers digging in.

you were panting now. so was he.

you could feel everything. the heat between your legs, the thick pressure of him through his jeans, the way the friction built and built and—

“jesse,” you gasped, your forehead pressing to his shoulder. “jesse—”

he groaned, low and strangled, his hand sliding up your spine under your shirt, not quite touching skin, but close enough to make your whole body shiver.

“fuck, you feel—” he couldn’t even finish the sentence.

you were rocking now, slow and desperate, grinding down on him, chasing something you didn’t even fully understand. he was breathing hard, fingers gripping you like he was barely holding on.

“this is so fucking wrong,” he said, but he didn’t stop.

you whimpered — actual, shameless noise slipping from your mouth as the pressure built. your body felt molten, every nerve lit up, your thighs shaking around his hips.

“jesse, please—”

that broke him.

his hands suddenly slid lower, gripping under your thighs as he pulled you harder against him, matching your pace now, grinding up with every move of your hips.

your face buried in his neck, your mouth open against his skin, and you could feel how close you were, right on the edge, the friction perfect, too much, too good—

“i can’t,” he gasped. “i can’t—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”

you cried out, the sound swallowed against his neck as the pressure burst inside you. everything went white-hot, your legs trembling, breath stolen from your lungs.

jesse groaned a second later — a rough, broken sound as his hips bucked up one last time and stilled.

you both collapsed against each other, chests heaving, sweat beading at your temples.

no one spoke.

you didn’t know how long you stayed like that — tangled, ruined, clothed but wrecked. your hands still fisted in the fabric of his shirt, his arms still wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

you pulled back just enough to look at him.

jesse’s face was flushed, lips parted, hair mussed.

he looked at you like he didn’t know what the hell just happened.

and maybe he didn’t.

you didn’t either.

you didn’t know what to say.

neither did he.

your body was still pressed to his, your breathing uneven. you hadn’t moved off his lap. jesse’s hands were no longer gripping you, but they were still there — hovering. cautious.

the glow from the tv bathed the room in a soft, blue light. the game’s end screen played on loop, obnoxiously cheerful and so painfully normal.

you shifted first.

just a little, off to the side, sliding from his lap, suddenly very aware of everything. the wet heat between your legs. the ache in your thighs. the fact that you weren’t supposed to feel this way about jesse. your sister’s best friend.

he cleared his throat.

you glanced at him.

he looked… pale. or green. or both.

“jesse…” your voice came out smaller than you meant.

he ran a hand through his hair. “i shouldn’t have let that happen.”

you flinched. the words landed sharp.

“oh.”

“i mean—” he cut himself off, squeezing his eyes shut. “not like that. just. i shouldn’t have let it get that far. not with you.”

“because i’m ellie’s sister,” you said. flat.

“yeah. and because—fuck. you’re younger. and i—i knew better.”

your chest tightened. “but you still did it.”

his eyes met yours. they were a mess of guilt and something else. something softer, something he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to.

“i didn’t plan it,” he said. “you know that.”

you nodded. “yeah.”

but it still happened.

the air was too quiet. too heavy.

jesse leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands.

you didn’t know if he was ashamed of himself, or of what it meant.

and you didn’t know if you should feel ashamed, too.

you opened your mouth — to say something, to break the silence, to ask if this meant anything — when the front door opened.

your entire body stiffened.

“yo,” ellie called. “sorry, that took way longer than I thought. some drunk asshole at the gate kept talking shit to—”

her words froze midair.

you and jesse were sitting on opposite ends of the couch now. his hair was messy. your shirt was slightly askew. the controller was on the floor.

you knew she noticed.

“uh…” she raised an eyebrow, looking between you two. “did i miss something?”

jesse stood up a little too fast. “nah. we were just—playing.”

“mm-hm,” ellie said, still staring. “looks like it.”

you swallowed hard. your heart was hammering in your chest.

“i’m gonna head out,” jesse said, rubbing the back of his neck. “got patrol in the morning.”

ellie frowned. “you’re not staying? we always finish three rounds, man.”

“not tonight.” his voice was tight. too neutral.

he looked at you one last time — unreadable — and then slipped past ellie and out the door.

the silence he left behind was deafening.

ellie turned to you slowly. “what the hell was that?”

you shook your head. “nothing.”

“don’t bullshit me. you two looked like you just committed a crime.”

you forced a laugh. “maybe because you always treat me like i’m six and never let me play?”

she rolled her eyes. “distracting tactic. not working.”

you stood up. “i’m tired.”

she narrowed her eyes. “you didn’t answer the question.”

“there’s no question to answer.”

a beat of silence.

“you know he’s my best friend, right?” her voice was calm now. too calm.

“i know.”

“and you’re my baby sister.”

you winced. “i’m not a baby.”

ellie didn’t argue. she just stared for a long moment, then sighed, clearly deciding to let it go.

“fine. go sulk in your room. but if he hurt you, or even made a move, i’ll shove my boot so far up his ass—”

you were already walking away.

“night, ellie,” you called, heart pounding.

when you closed your door, you leaned back against it, breath shaky, hands clenched.

you thought about jesse’s expression.

you didn’t know what it meant.

the next morning

you avoided him.

you skipped breakfast. skipped patrol. said you were sick.

jesse didn’t come by.

you hated that you noticed.

your stomach was twisted up in knots. your mind was a war zone.

you weren’t sure what scared you more — the way he touched you last night, or the way he hadn’t come back after.

later that week

you ran into him near the stables. he was helping dina load supplies. his hair was damp from sweat. he looked exhausted.

when he saw you, he hesitated. then he gave a small nod.

you walked past him without saying anything.

that night, you cried into your pillow.

you heard the knock around midnight.

three soft raps.

you were still awake. curled under your blanket, staring at the ceiling, heart hollow and thoughts tangled. the knock made your stomach lurch.

you knew it was him.

you padded to the door quietly, cracked it open.

jesse stood on the porch. hoodie on. hair slightly damp from the cold. hands in his pockets.

he looked like he hadn’t slept.

“hey,” he said softly.

you didn’t speak.

“can we talk?” his voice was careful, like if he spoke too loud, you’d slam the door shut.

you opened it wider. stepped back.

he came in.

you sat on the edge of your bed, arms wrapped around your knees.

he stood near the dresser, not too close.

the silence was thick.

finally, you broke it.

“you didn’t come back.”

he winced. “i know.”

“i thought you were gonna pretend nothing happened.”

“i tried.”

you blinked. “and?”

“i couldn’t.”

you swallowed.

jesse ran a hand through his hair. “i don’t know what the hell came over me that night. i just… it was stupid. we were messing around. and then suddenly you were on my lap and laughing and—fuck.”

you looked down. “and you got hard.”

he groaned. “god. don’t say it like that.”

“why? it’s what happened.”

“yeah, i know it is.” he sat down across from you, elbows on his knees, eyes on the floor. “and i’ve been trying to convince myself it didn’t mean anything, that it was just… hormones. heat of the moment.”

“but?”

he looked up, eyes meeting yours.

“but it did mean something.”

your breath caught.

“i’ve always had a soft spot for you,” he said. “i told myself it was just ‘best friend’s little sister’ shit. like—like i was supposed to care about you, protect you, that kind of thing.”

you said nothing.

“but it wasn’t just that. not really. not for a while now.”

your voice was barely above a whisper. “so why’d you avoid me?”

“because i was scared.”

you blinked. “of what?”

“of what this means. of what ellie would do. of ruining everything.”

you stayed silent for a moment. then: “it’s already ruined, isn’t it?”

jesse looked at you with something close to desperation. “i don’t want it to be.”

you exhaled shakily. “me neither.”

his expression softened.

“you have no idea what it’s been like trying to act normal around you,” he admitted. “you tease me and joke and laugh and i just… i want to kiss you so bad it hurts sometimes.”

your heart stuttered.

“jesse—”

“but i never did,” he cut in. “i never crossed the line. until that night. and now i can’t stop thinking about it.”

you looked at him. really looked.

he was nervous. raw. so different from the smooth, teasing jesse you knew.

you whispered, “i think about it too.”

he let out a quiet breath. “yeah?”

you nodded. “every night.”

he swallowed hard.

you reached for him without thinking.

and he came to you like gravity.

your hands met. fingers laced. foreheads touching. eyes fluttering shut.

“we shouldn’t,” he whispered.

“i know.”

“but i want to.”

you pulled him down to you.

this kiss wasn’t messy or rushed like before. it was soft. slow. full of ache and honesty. it tasted like things you couldn’t say out loud.

his hand cupped your cheek. your fingers gripped his hoodie.

he pulled away just slightly, resting his head against yours.

“what are we gonna tell ellie?” he murmured.

you gave a breath of a laugh. “maybe let’s not lead with the boner story.”

he chuckled. “good plan.”

“we’ll figure it out,” you whispered.

and for the first time in days, jesse smiled.

you lasted three days.

three whole days of sneaking glances, brushing hands when no one was looking, and one very guilty makeout session behind the stables while jesse was on lunch break.

but jesse wasn’t built for secrets.

and ellie? well, she wasn’t built for being lied to.

it happened late in the afternoon.

jesse was walking you home. nothing dramatic. just a few quiet jokes, a shoulder bump here, a grin there.

you thought you were doing a good job pretending.

until you heard her voice from behind you.

“are you two seriously flirting right now?”

you both froze.

you turned.

ellie was standing by the greenhouse, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, eyes narrowing like she was calculating how fast she could kill jesse with her bare hands.

jesse stepped back from you immediately. “ellie—”

“don’t ‘ellie’ me,” she snapped. “what the fuck is this?”

you opened your mouth.

she held up a hand. “no. i want to hear it from him.”

jesse looked like he’d rather face a horde of infected than whatever was about to happen.

but he squared his shoulders. faced her.

“i like her,” he said. simple. steady. no bullshit.

ellie blinked. “what.”

“i like your sister,” he repeated. “i didn’t mean to. i didn’t plan it. but i do. and i’m not gonna lie about it.”

she stared at him like he’d grown a second head. then turned to you.

“you like him too?”

your throat was dry. but you nodded.

ellie swore under her breath and paced in a circle. “jesse, what the hell, man. you’re my best friend.”

“i know.”

“and she’s my little sister!”

“yeah, i got that part,” jesse muttered, and you elbowed him hard.

ellie spun. “how long?”

jesse glanced at you. then back at her. “depends on what you mean. we hooked up once. by accident.”

ellie’s face contorted. “jesus, i didn’t need the details—”

“not like that!” you cut in, cheeks burning. “we didn’t sleep together.”

jesse coughed. “technically—”

you glared. “shut up.”

ellie looked between you, disbelief all over her face.

then she sighed. long. drawn out. the sigh of a sibling who was very tired.

“you two are unbelievable.”

you held your breath.

she walked over. poked you in the forehead.

“you better not let him break your heart.”

you blinked. “wait. that’s it?”

she rolled her eyes. “what do you want, a dramatic monologue?”

“i thought you were gonna kill him.”

“i still might.”

“fair.”

ellie turned to jesse. “i swear to god, if you hurt her—”

“i won’t,” he said. voice quiet. serious.

“you better not,” she muttered, then looked skyward. “this is so weird.”

jesse stepped beside you. laced his fingers with yours.

ellie groaned. “ugh, don’t do that in front of me.”

you grinned.

and for the first time, it felt real.

no guilt. no hiding. just you, jesse, and a sister who was annoyed but ultimately—still your sister.

one week later

jesse picked you up for dinner.

ellie made gagging noises when he kissed your forehead in front of her.

dina rolled her eyes and whispered, “called it” into her drink.

and you?

you just smiled.

because somehow, everything turned out okay.

maybe even more than okay.

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24hlevi · 2 years ago

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— nsfw alphabet

cha hyunsoo (sweet home) x fem!reader

summary: a nsfw alphabet with hyunsoo

warnings: language, nsfw,

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

hyunsoo usually falls asleep before any aftercare can be done, because he just gets so worn out and tired that he basically just plops on top of you and passes out. if he lasts longer without falling asleep then he’ll get you some water or anything you need.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

hyunsoo’s favorite part of your body is your hips and thighs, which he grips incredibly hard and sometimes leaves bruises on your skin. favorite part of his body is likely his hands, they’re quite skilled with all the video games he plays.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

when hyunsoo cums, he lets out the prettiest groan mixed with a whine you will ever hear.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

hyunsoo has always dreamed about getting a blowjob while on the mic playing video games, but he has yet to admit it to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

hyunsoo is not experienced at all, but with some help and encouragement, he learns fairly fast.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or cowgirl, as long as he is able to see your face while he's fucking you, he's good with it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

hyunsoo is a more serious person in general, so he's more serious when having sex, however, he might chuckle at a joke or when you struggle to get his belt off.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

let's be honest, he probably doesn't groom much down there, it's not like terrible or irritating, but there's definitely a patch of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

sooooo romantic when it comes down to it. he just wants to hold you and make you feel loved even if he gets rough with you, he's still incredibly romantic with it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

hyunsoo definitely jacks off when you aren't around and he's horny, if you leave a piece of clothing in his apartment he will hold it close to him while he does it to be reminded of you and how he wishes it was you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise, duh, overstimulation, edging, maybe some roleplay

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the privacy of his apartment or your place strictly

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when he sees you wearing his clothes, when you’re cooking, when you pull on his hair while kissing, lots of things

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything where he is hurting you physically, he can degrade you to some extent but his hands are not hitting you in any shape or form, even on the ass

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

hyunsoo doesn't have a preference, he loves getting head as much as he loves eating you out, he surprisingly knows how to use his tongue almost expertly against you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it really depends on his mood, most of the time he is pretty slow and more romantic with it, and then there are other times where he is just blowing your back out into the mattress

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hyunsoo doesn't like them that much, he likes to take his time with you and have a nice buildup, so unless he's randomly horny at some point, it's not gonna happen

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’s open to experiment to some extent, he won't try anything really crazy but the more normal stuff he's okay with. he doesn't take a lot of risks, either

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

in the beginning, like two rounds and he's done. now, he's up to a steady four before passing out beside you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he never had toys at first until he met you, then he realized how fun they could be, he definitely prefers to use them on you than having them be used on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

hyunsoo is not one to tease that much, unless he feels like it, then his hands are grazing across your body and waist while he mumbles what he wants to do into your ear. he loves when you tease him though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

hyunsoo is pretty quiet, letting out a few occasional groans or whines, but he gets louder the closer he gets to cumming and will get so whiny and just starts babbling about how much he needs you

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hyunsoo loves when you're on top as much as he loves being on top, he enjoys seeing you above him working yourself and him to an orgasm to the point he will flip you over just to pound into you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it's definitely on the higher side, because of him never having the opportunity to actually have sex instead of just jerking off, so be prepared in the beginning especially for him to be constantly asking for you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

super fast, like once he's done he is done you won't get anything from him after that. he won't wait to see if you're asleep he just passes the fuck out with his arms around you

#sweet home #sweet home netflix #sweet home x reader #sweet home hc #sweet home imagines #cha hyun soo #cha hyunsu #cha hyunsoo #cha hyun soo x reader #cha hyunsu x reader #hyun soo imagine #hyun soo hcs #hyunsu imagine #hyunsu hcs #hyunsoo imagine #hyunsoo hcs

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months ago

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Hey cats, I was the one who sent you that anon that's alright with me, I don't mind but is an gen z reader yeeted to the dc verse be okay? I could picture Bruce almost growing white hair because of reader who is an epitome of ✨unhealthy coping mechanism✨

Oh yeah, a reader just yeeted in there... Some universe doing some shit and Bruce adopts him... While also losing his mind. I love it. Lets go. It's a bit short, but... I like it.

Summary: (Y/N) is Gen Z. Bruce is loosing his mind.

Warnings: unhealthy coping mechanisms, Gen Z ones at that.

Bruce knew that each generation is different. They have different opinions, don't like to be told what to do exactly, although that's more specific to the newer generations. That is something that Bruce knew all to well. Gen Z wanting to have a balance between work and personal business. Bruce could respect that. But one other thing that shocked Bruce about Gen Z is the fact they have so many unhealthy coping mechanisms.

How would Bruce know?

He has adopted a teen who simply got, according to Jason and other younger heroes, yeeted into their universe. Universe where Justice League and it's heroes are real. And where DC comic universe is real. (Y/N) was forced to explain to the entire Justice League what DC is, what does it contain. And that has only applied to comic books. Then he had to explain cartoons, movies, video games... Absolutely everything.

Bruce found it to be interesting, the entire multiverse essentially, all of them are carefully planned out... Bruce found them to also be a great source of information. What to avoid, what to do... It was an incredible well of information and has decided to investigate this even more.

And while doing so, keep (Y/N) close to make sure that he has the information he needs.

And while (Y/N) is a nice kid, he has some unhealthy... Coping mechanisms as he calls them.

First one being jokes. Humor is something that can help a person if they feel down. Or if they simply want to deflect. And (Y/N)'s sense of humor is rather... Dark, to say the very least. Bruce would more often than not get gray hairs if he heard (Y/N) joking about his will to live being gone. He knows that (Y/N) is not suicidal... Right?

Humor is simply used to deflect... Right?

Bruce didn't quite like how (Y/N) was chronically online. Sure, teens spend time on their phone, but this is borderline an addiction. Bruce has tried to solve the problem with putting restrictions, taking the phone away. Put settings that don't allow (Y/N) to be online from certain times. That was to try to make (Y/N) sleep better, since he's clearly online into the late hours of the night.

Bruce simply wants the only child in the house who is not on patrol to have a normal sleeping schedule. Is that a crazy thing to ask for? It should be a normal thing to ask for, right? Being chronically online is far from good. Far, far, from good.

Also, hyper fixation.

(Y/N) was more invested in fiction rather than reality. Which would be fine. If it didn't interfere with his life. In what way, I might hear you asking? He's been neglecting his hygiene, gets angsty and anxious if he is not near his hyper fixation. Bruce never knew that Gen Z is this... Bruce shouldn't say annoying, but this was getting out of hand. Rather fast.

Bruce had to take action.

Otherwise he would get a lot more grey hairs. Way more. Way more.

" (Y/N), go to sleep. " Bruce pleaded, suited up and ready to go on patrol, however, he can't go, knowing that (Y/N) won't go to sleep. And everyone needs their 7 to 9 hours of sleep. Besides Bruce and the boys that are... On their night job. To put it mildly.

" I'm not tired Bruce. "

A common response in the most recent days from (Y/N) to Bruce.

" I swear to God, I'll sedate you with ketamine if you don't go to sleep. I'll knock you out with it to the point you'll be sleeping for days. " Bruce threatened and then came the infamous two words.

Alright, bet.

Bruce was seeing red at the mere thought of those words. They were both taunting and dismissive. Not something to be saying to an already stressed father anyway. And while Bruce has grown to love (Y/N) as his son, he was going to lose his mind with him.

" Alright, here's a deal. You go to sleep and sleep through the night and I'll take you to see your favorite artist. "

(Y/N) tilted his head, frowning.

" Promise? "

" I promise you. I swear it to you. I'll get you VIP tickets. I'll make sure to take you myself and pull strings. But for the love of God and everything else, go to sleep! "

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader

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Lore and Symbolism in XLOV "Imma Be" (Fan Theory)

Hey so, I haven’t seen any EVOLs talk about this in any great detail (until today... haha), so I thought I would break down some of the imagery, lore, and symbolism in Imma Be! I’ve been an EVOL since a few days after debut and I would love to see the members get more recognition for the beautiful story they are telling through their music, videos, and styling. It’s groundbreaking, transgressive, and vulnerable; I think a lot of us (especially LGBTQIA+ and/or marginalised EVOLs like myself) see ourselves in their lore. I will be referring to various interviews as well as the lyrics, the MV, and the MV behind; as well as drawing on both my own knowledge of symbolism and the vibes in general.

These are just ideas! I might be totally wrong! Muti has been super tight-lipped about the meaning of Imma Be (both song and MV) and has only really started giving hints since 1&Only was released. He and the members want us to be able to draw our own connections and create our own meaning for it rather than tell us word for word what is happening in each scene. So this is just one of many possible interpretations.

I wanted to embed images and stuff to help point you to the parts of the MV that I’m talking about but I’m not really an images person, very much a words one (as you can tell by the word count oops!) and as you will see, I basically go through the entire MV so there would be a LOT of images and timecodes! I recommend watching the video straight after you read this post, then maybe reading it again after :)

Apologies in advance - I have a LOT of thoughts and feelings about this so it’s extremely long!

Summary and note on characterisation

XLOV’s debut “Imma Be” is a statement of intent/mission statement of a track that is about the members (or each member’s character)* and their journey to this point. The lyrics and the MV come together to show the restrictive, stifling world of prejudice and expectations that the characters came from, shows them realising that they could have something more, shows their unique personalities breaking through, and ends with Wumuti leading them to exit that world and enter the unknown.

*Note on characterisation: Muti shared in their first Arirang radio interview that each person is playing a character and that there are specific things to be learned about each character through the MV. However it’s very clear once you know a bit about the members that the characters share a lot of traits with the members themselves. I think that’s a bit of a signpost that we shouldn’t take the things we learn about the members from the MVs too literally - while there are parallels, things may be altered, played up/down, or completely invented for the sake of the lore. The story being told is quite intimate and vulnerable so it makes sense that they would want to put a little distance between their true selves and the characters they play in lore. I think it’s important to remember that :)

School/Chessboard Scene

The very first shot of the exit door from later in the video, seen on its side. We zoom into this shot to enter the door and find ourselves in the school/chessboard set that establishes the tone for the whole MV. This is a symbolic cage as well as being a gamelike situation.

The regular students are well dressed in normal navy and white school uniforms and sit firmly inside their desk spaces with good posture. They are clearly focused on their work. In contrast, the members (while still in the school uniform technically speaking) are all wearing clothes/makeup that set them apart, and are sitting with more relaxed posture that pushes their bodies outside of the desk space.

I think they all have something in their representative colours: Rui is holding a pink pen with a heart on it, and you can see doodles on his notepad, one of which looks like a butterfly (Rui’s representative animal). Haru has doodled on a brighter yellow notepad; I could make out a star and a moon. Hyun appears to have a blue notepad, and Wumuti an orange-ish one (maybe this is red without the filter or maybe it was just the closest colour they could get!) I think the other members have doodles on their pads also but it’s a bit hard to tell as we don’t get good close-ups.

Interesting details from this set:

In Haru’s dancing (audition-like) scene in front of the students, the students judge him, looking disengaged. However shortly afterwards Haru is not in the scene, and the students’ faces are blurred. My partner had the idea that the people judging/criticising him only mattered and existed when he was performing, and when he’s not out in front of them, they cease to matter. This could also symbolise how the people who have power over his success in this setting don’t know him or see him for who he is.

There’s a couple of brief moments where the colours invert on the screen, first when a chess piece is taking another chess piece, then after you see a player walking along the chessboard towards Wumuti it cuts to him momentarily collapsing on the ground. This is a really cool visual moment where Wumuti is maybe experiencing a defeat or a setback (the chesspiece being taken). This directly links to his window scene, which we’ll talk about shortly, but it also could be read as Wumuti (like the rest of the members) not being able to win or thrive within the game/cage itself. Wumuti mentions how much he loves this scene in the MV behind and in the Kpop Nara Q&A.

In some of the scenes you can see that the chairs and desks have been thrown to the side of the room. This feels a bit like tearing down boundaries/rules/walls within the game even while you’re stuck inside it.

The first time we see the members all dancing together in unison is the start of the chorus (silly, silly, ya) and they are in their “Red Exit Door” Scene costumes. More about this further down!

Wumuti Solo scene

This is a super brief scene that only Wumuti has. The lighting is red, the shots are super tight on his body, and he is alone, being grasped/smothered by hands. I don’t have a specific take on what this could mean, but it does feel claustrophobic, dangerous, and uncomfortable. Note that Muti is in his school clothes for this scene so this contextually takes place within the cage.

Window Scenes

Honestly these scenes are probably the most delicious for the information they give us about the characters! Each of the members is shown in front of a window through which we see different images for each member. Each member also has different styling elements and different props within the room itself. All the clothing is colourless here (predominantly white/gray/black/off-white), and is more childlike in style.

Each member is shown on this set at least twice, with a marked shift in behaviour between the first and second shots. I believe this set is designed to show us different fears the characters have, or the things that weigh heavily on them. Then when they return to these sets later in the MV, they reject, overcome, or subvert the fears that were previously shown.

Interestingly, these scenes are shot in the red exit door set - it’s not immediately obvious in the MV unless you’re paying extremely close attention, but you can see it clearly in the MV behind. So I wonder if these are the fears that are preventing them from leaving the cage/game world, and they have to overcome them in order to get out.

Action_Aggressive posted a cool theory on reddit looking at the links to fears/desires as well - check that out here: reading their thoughts helped me to summarise my own a bit more cleanly and there are some super interesting comments too!

I’ll go through each member one by one.

Wumuti

Window: An abstract rainbow reflective pattern.

Props: A podium showing first, second, and third place.

Style elements: Muti has a very subtle swirly pattern painted across his nose and cheekbones. It almost looks like a reflection of the rainbow in the window.

Interpretation: There’s a number of ways you can interpret the rainbow pattern in the window. I am going to stay away from making specific guesses here because the pattern itself is very abstract, and I think it’s more about a fear of displaying your true light/talent/soul as a whole than any specific element of yourself.

Regarding the podium itself, in the MV behind, Rui describes this scene as a situation where the character must remain in the #1 spot no matter what. We don’t actually get to see at the beginning of the video that Wumuti is standing on top of the #1 spot in the podium, but you see it in the MV behind. So I connect this to the pressure to remain on top, to win, to be successful and the best at everything - especially relating to idol training and competition shows like Boys Planet.

Then, when he is lying across the podium later in the video, I think this is a rejection of that pressure - refusing to exist within that system. This connects to reality in that Muti left behind the big companies and the competition shows. He found his company (which basically just started with one guy who supported him), and he did it his own way.

Rui

Window: A flower that is alternately opening/blooming and closing.

Props: None.

Style elements: Rui has a string of beads across his cheeks, and a plant with a blooming flower emerging from his shoulder. I think the visual implication is that this flower is blooming out of him.

Interpretation: Rui mentions a fear of heights in the Arirang interview but I don’t think that fits here! Once again there are a couple of ways you can interpret this. One is that he is afraid of not being able to blossom/bloom and could relate to his feelings of failure at working so hard and not being able to debut, especially when you consider his story about Wumuti telling Rui that he would find a way for Rui to shine. Another is that he is afraid of the act of blossoming/blooming itself and therefore afraid of his own depths - maybe in a similar way to how I interpret Wumuti’s rainbow window. I think that since the flower in the window is both opening and closing that there are elements of both present here. Another thing you could take into consideration here is that Rui says in the MV behind that when he’s stressed or anxious, he can’t show his skills properly, so maybe there’s an element of being able to bloom in front of other people, or even blooming at the wrong time? So many options!

Rui’s scene to me is the most unified - for some of the others, their props and their window show quite different things, but as Rui’s is so abstract and thorny it seems more closely connected. His subversion also is to me the subtlest of the members. His window is the only one where we are shown the visual without the bars of the window in the shot - I feel like depending on the interpretation of the fear, you can take this as opening himself up to or being enabled to bloom. There’s a lyrical connection here too - while earlier in the song, Hyun says he’s “walking on the rain”, Rui says that he is “blooming on the rain”. This feels like it could tie in with the body horror elements that appear in 1&Only if you accept that the plant is coming out of his actual body.

Hyun

Window: darkness/night and a lightning storm

Props: a chair and papers flying/blowing through the space

Style elements: interesting eyeliner details around his brow.

Interpretation: The window itself seems to be a relatively straightforward fear of the dark, the night, or of storms. However, Hyun’s props require a bit more examination! In the Arirang interview, Hyun says he is afraid of “losing the Evols”. We also are told that Hyun had given up on his dream of debuting before he was approached by Wumuti and was therefore a little bit skeptical about the dream that Wumuti was pitching him. That leads me to believe that Hyun’s fear is something related to not being able to do what he loves and being stuck in a desk job, paperwork, a dull working life kind of thing. There could also be elements of the expectations of grades and education/schooling.

The subversion comes twice for Hyun - first, there is a lightning strike and he doesn’t flinch or curl in on himself as he does early in the MV. Second, near the end of the MV there is a shot of papers lying on the ground scrunched up, showing that Hyun has left that behind.

Haru

Window: Dancing vegetables

Props: A bed covered in soft toys

Style elements: sparkly rhinestones in his hair and trailing down to his eye, where one large rhinestone looks a bit like a tear.

Interpretation: This is actually an established fact about Haru. In one of their Japanese tour vlogs he said at least twice that spring onions were one of the only vegetables he could eat. And then when asked about his fears in one of the Arirang interviews, he said he had a fear of consuming vegetables. So the window part is easy here.

The bed and soft toys are a little less clear, but still clearer than those of Haru’s hyungs! Later in the MV Haru throws one of the soft toys at the camera. This could be a few things: maybe a fear of growing up, a fear of leaving behind the safety/security of childhood, or a fear of always being seen as a child or infantilised. This can be linked to Haru’s relative youth compared to the other members and how young he was when he entered Boys Planet. Throwing the toy to be is a rejection of this fear, whichever of the interpretations you gravitate towards.

Red Exit Door Scene

This is the only scene in which the members are wearing bright colours and they are largely unified and dancing as a group when they are in this scene. This serves as the preparation stage for them to leave the cage/game behind them. There are 2 doors linked by a red carpet, and scraps of paper littering the floor in some shots (I think this is from Hyun’s papers-related fear subversion).

My partner noticed that the red carpet runs between the exit doors and doesn’t really go anywhere else. I’m not sure what that might mean, but it certainly feels like there is a meaning here! It also kinda looks like a door from far away. It’s definitely worth noting that red is Wumuti’s representative colour so this could show that Wumuti is the catalyst to them getting out.

There are a few moments in this scene that are different from the group dancing I have described above:

Rui’s insane dance moves. You know what I’m talking about! I think there’s a cool lyrical parallel here as Rui is singing about hearing the siren, the knock on the door, the hundred loud beeps. And then he spins, or his world turns upside down, after hearing the siren. I just thought that was cool.

Haru waving a flag. Flag waving or “flying a banner” traditionally symbolises loyalty or alliance. It could be a sign of Haru’s loyalty and belief in Muti and his lack of reservations - that he wholeheartedly trusts Muti. We know that Rui and Hyun had more setbacks to overcome and felt like they may have missed their chance to debut. But Haru is so young and sees Muti like a mother (his words not mine!) so it makes sense to me that he would be 100% in on whatever Muti proposes without the added layers of bitterness/fear/trauma that the others may have picked up on their journey.

The ticking clock sound and dance move. This is such a brief but cool choreographic moment. It makes me think of how time and age is so important for trainee idols. The clock is always ticking, you’re always running out of time.

Then finally (and this is one of my favourite moments in the MV - I literally gasped when I figured out what was happening), Wumuti points at the exit! The members look, then they all walk to the door, Haru opens it, and they leave the cage behind them. So. If we link this to what we know about the group’s story, we can draw the parallel to what happened in real life: Wumuti hand-picked all the members, had the concepts, and brought them all together under his banner to debut with him. Then in the story, Wumuti gathered people together who were dissatisfied and trapped, showed them potential and a way out, then was their catalyst to escape the “cage” that was their previous lives.

I think Haru being the one to walk at the front of the group and open the door could be relevant also, another display of the loyalty and trust he has in Wumuti that isn’t tempered by past disappointments in the way it may be for Rui and Hyun.

The final shot

Four white doves on a gray sky. Hmmmm I wonder what that could be foreshadowing!

Final thoughts

The more time I spend working on this essay the more unified, deliberate, and clever this song seems to me. It’s the perfect debut track for XLOV. It shows who they were, what they overcame to get here, and hints at what could lie ahead. Until I started watching this video with an analytical eye I didn’t perceive it to be especially deep. Of course the lyrics and the costumes and the choreography and the sets were all beautiful and clever, but I hadn’t pulled it all together into a narrative in my head. Now it makes me feel things! Like a lot of things!!!

I think this MV has also ended up being a bit of a love letter to Wumuti. Anyone who has spent any time following XLOV will be able to see how adored Muti is by the other members. I love that this video appears to honour how it was Muti who was able to recover from his setbacks, inspire and gather the other members together, then lead them out of the cage.

Observations I didn’t have room for elsewhere:

I think “I'm your wish” is actually a play on Wumuti’s name Umut, which means hope in Uyghur. “I’m your wish” is also a phrase Wumuti has used earlier in his career.

The “fox ears” dance move - I just thought this was a really cute detail. Haru referred to the section of the chorus where they make an ear-like gesture with their hands as the “fox move” and since his representative animal is a fox I thought it was so lovely! I wonder if they are all represented in some way in the choreography as well.

The partner dancing! Wumuti and Hyun have a really cool section of dancing where Hyun supports Wumuti while he spins/turns, then Wumuti literally lifts Hyun out of his dip. This could just be cool choreo but I like it as a little snippet of the members supporting one another and being stronger together.

Burning the school pictures. This is just a fun moment really, but all the members are shown on this sheet of photos. This symbolises them leaving behind the people they used to be, or maybe even destroying the performance/mask they had to display to fit into that world.

If you thought this was interesting or have your own perspective, please let me know by reblogging, sending a note, or flicking me a message! I would loveeeeeeee to talk lore with EVOLs.

I’m working on another long post about 1&Only too so keep an eye out for that!

Disclaimer: This is a cross-post from reddit - this is my work on both sites haha, I didn't nick it!

Sources

Imma Be MV Behind Part 1 and Part 2, Imma Be MV , Imma Be Lyrics (English translation) , Kpop Nara Q&A, Arirang interview 1, Arirang interview 2, XLOV Japan Vlog Part 2

#xlov #xlov fan theory #xlov lore #xlov haru #xlov rui #xlov hyun #xlov wumuti #wumuti #chen kuanjui #imma be #xlov imma be #xlov is soooo deep and thoughtful about their work and i want more people to talk about it!!!

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scribblement · 11 days ago

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Warnings: ghostface should be a warning all by himself, but also violence

Pairing: Ghostface x Reader (I write Danny Johnson (dbd Ghostface) but you could imagine any ghostface you want.

Summary: Your day goes from bad to worse when you lock yourself out of your house.

Word Count: 1463

notes: this is unedited, and the ending is kinda rushed, but I hope you all enjoy

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI - NO SPICE IN THIS PIECE BUT THERE IS VIOLENCE, AND THIS BLOG IS 18+

If you had been asked if you were smart the day before you’d have said that you were generally a fairly smart person, that you were able to look at problems and figure out the best solution.

If someone asked you that question now you’d have to give a different answer.

It had started off fairly innocuously, you woke up, got ready for the day, grabbed your lunch and headed out the front door. Once you made it into work though you realised a critical error had been made, you had forgotten your keys, the keychain that they normally hung from was not in its normal spot in your bag.

Hey, not ideal, but you can figure it out. You made a few calls and discovered that a locksmith was going to cost more that you could afford. So naturally you spent whatever spare time you had for the rest of your day (in between work of course) watching videos on lockpicking, and by the end of your workday you had convinced yourself that it would be easy enough to pick the lock on your door.

You headed home and made what seemed like a smart decision, you should pick the lock on your back door, not the front door, it would look suspicious to people and you didn’t need anyone calling the police on you. Tensions were high in the neighbourhood lately, a few of your neighbours swore up and down that someone had broken into their houses lately, and another few reported a peeping tom in the area.

Decision made you headed around the back of your house and began trying to pick the lock, unfortunately you immediately realised that you had no clue what you were doing, and they people on youtube who know what they are doing make this look way too easy.

Tossing your tools to the ground you began pacing around your backyard, how were you going to get into the house now? You’d spent way too long trying to get into the house, and now a locksmith would cost way more.

It was on your third pass of the backyard that you spotted your salvation, the basement window, sure it was small, but you were sure you’d be able to squeeze through, and the lock had broken on it the week before and you hadn’t fixed it yet, hadn’t seen the use in it.

Dropping to your hands and knees you slid the window open and began shimmying your way through. It was about halfway through that you realised your error, the window was up higher than you thought it was, and if you went further you would probably fall face first onto the concrete floor.

You tried to push yourself back out, but lost your grip and slipped forward, your hips catching painfully on the partially opened window.

You tried wiggling again, trying to see if you could move back (or forward, at this point you’d take just not being stuck in the window), but you found yourself stuck. Your feet couldn’t find purchase on the ground, and you couldn’t lift yourself up enough to grab the window sill to try and pull yourself backwards. There was nothing close to the window that you could grab to balance yourself, you were stuck, dangling halfway through your window.

You weren’t proud of the situation you had found yourself in, who would be, dangling halfway through their basement window, blood rushing to their head?

You were just about to give up on preserving your dignity and start yelling for help, when you heard footsteps approaching you. You tried to lift yourself up, craning your neck as much as you could to see who was approaching, unfortunately your attempts were all for naught, only able to see the cold cement wall of your basement.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you processed the voice, it wasn’t quite right, it was like someone was talking through one of those voice modulators kids like to use, there was a slight distortion to the words.

“You know, I was in the neighborhood, looking for a bit of fun to have tonight,” You heard him moving around again behind you as he paused, “This is a fun neighbourhood, lots of interesting people, but I’ve gotta say, this takes the cake doll.”

You felt a gloved hand close around your ankle and you quickly tried to kick out with your free leg, only for it to be painfully pinned underneath his leg.

“Now, now, that’s not very nice.”

You sucked in a breath as he put all his weight onto your legs, pressing you painfully into the ground and cutting off your movement.

“Get off me, who the hell are you?” You spat at him, trying to hoist your upper body up enough to see who was behind you.

You had almost gotten your head up far enough to see when he moved, and suddenly there was a hand on your head shoving you down, pressing your face into the wall.

“Now, now, now,” He shifted again, getting himself more comfortable, “let’s not spoil the surprise, I’m here to have fun, and I’d hate for it to end too early. Now you keep your pretty little face right there and we won’t have any problems.”

He let go of your head, and you kept it where it was, not moving, hoping that whoever it was would leave you alone.

You could feel him shuffling around behind you, moving around, you were trying to figure out what he was doing when all of a sudden you felt something cold touch the small of your back.

You instinctively flinched away from whatever it was, only to find yourself pinned again.

“I wouldn’t move sweetheart, you’ll make a mess out of this is you do.”

You were about to question him, to find out what the hell he was doing when you felt the sting of a shallow cut on your back.

Instinctively you cried out in pain, only to have the knife driven deeper into your side.

“Shut up,” The knife cut into your side again, another shallow cut, “That’s right, just shut up and stay quiet and this’ll all be over soon.”

Tear began to fall as you stifled your cries, shuddering as cut after cut was inflicted on you.

You weren’t sure how long you lay there with him on top of you, but your lower body was beginning to go numb, the pressure on your legs and damage to your back was definitely not good.

Suddenly the pressure was gone as he stood up, letting go of you and removing the knife.

“Now stay still for just another minute, gotta document this.”

You heard a camera shutter, he was taking pictures of you.

“These’ll turn out great, I’ll send you some later. Now then,” You heard him moving again, and flinched when one of his feet kicked against yours, “what are we going to do with you, can’t have you dangling here all night.”

You were about to try and push yourself up again when you felt a boot rest on top of your leg.

“Ah, ah, you stay there, I think I’ll be a good samaritan tonight and help you get home.”

“But I am home.”

You heard laughter behind you in response.

“Sure, sure, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t make sure you got inside safely, you really should be careful, there’s all sorts of creeps out here.”

You felt him grab your foot, and you braced for him to pull you out, only for your stomach to fall to your feet when he pushed, and suddenly you were hurtling towards the ground.

You landed in a heap, crying out in pain as you landed hard on your shoulder.

You heard the click of the camera shutter again and looked back up to the window, your eyes widening in horror when you saw the black cloaked figure and the white ghost mask behind the camera.

“Perfect sweets, that’s the expression I love to see,” a few more clicks of the camera before he lowered it, “Now you stay inside, nice and safe, and remember, good girls ignore the screams, unless you want to play with this again.”

He held up a large hunting knife, still dripping with your blood.

You shook as you nodded, watching as he got up and left. You lay there for a few moments, in shock, before getting up and securing the window, limping up the stairs to your bedroom. You were just beginning to check on your wounds when you heard screaming coming from your neighbour’s house.

#.mine #ghostface x reader #slashers x reader #.ghostface #.danny johnson #.dbd #danny johnson x reader

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stumped-on-bennington · 7 months ago

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Hacking The Heart

Pairing: Merlin (Hamish Mycroft) x Fem!Reader

AU where Roxy and Merlin survive the Golden Circle

Summary: It's been some time since the incident at Poppy Land, but the Kingsmen are still understaffed, so the Statesmen send their personal tech wiz, Agent Vodka, out to lend the knights at the round table a helping hand.

Author's note: this whole thing is inspired by several other Merlin fics that I really liked, as well as being heavily inspired by this video from PebblesASMR. It's a good listen, so I suggest you check it out!

Word count: 3.3k+

Alias: Agent Vodka

Age: 25

Skills: Hacking and technology

Alliance: Statesmen

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Y/N was a… troubled child, to say the least. She grew up in the suburbs, usually getting into more trouble than her grades would reflect. Fights, stealing, and a slew of other infractions dirtied her reputation in her teen years, so much so that she was sent to military school by her father. There, she learned combat, how to use her hacking skills for good, and a fair bit of manners.

At the age of 20, she had found herself back in trouble, that was, hacking the local school district’s database; taking money from teenagers who needed their grades raised or just needed their files cleaned up. One day while doing her normal hacking routine, she stumbled onto the payroll side of the servers, noticing how one of the superintendents was getting way more money than they should have been. A little more digging found that funds intended for renovations were being funneled straight into the bank account of this superintendent. So, a few screenshots were taken and sent off to the local government, anonymously of course, and within the next week, said superintendent was released from their duties.

It then only took a few days after for Y/N to have a knock on her door. A well dressed woman stood on Y/N’s front porch, much too small to be a detective. She introduced herself as Agent Whisky, stating that her organization had taken note of her recent activities, and that Y/N’s skills could be useful to them. Y/N was skeptical at first, seeing as a random woman was wanting to take her away to an undisclosed location, but after a few hours of talking Y/N decided to trust Whisky.

That was about 5 years ago. Now working with the Statesmen, Y/N goes by the code name Agent Vodka, but she is usually called ‘Vod’ by her teammates. Y/N had gone on several missions, but was soon put into the position of ‘Tech Wiz’, as the team liked to call it; hacking into databases, conducting remote surveillance, and just conducting general tech needs for the Statesmen.

One day, while doing some maintenance work on some of the tech for an upcoming mission, Champ, the Statesmen’s leader, entered the lab.

“We need to ship you off to London.” Champ said, in this thick country accent.

“I’m sorry?” Y/N said, needing more information on this sudden task.

“Our brother organization, the Kingsmen, are still having problems getting their numbers back up after the Poppy incident.” Champ said as he slowly walked across the room, “We need to send you over to them to help out with a mission they are currently on, and considering your skill sets, you're the best candidate for the job.”

Y/N let out a long sigh as she leaned back in her chair. “When does the jet take off?”

“0600 tomorrow morning. I suggest you pack a raincoat, I hear it gets mighty wet this time of year.” Champ says with a smile as he leaves the lab, leaving Y/N to take in the sudden task presented to her.

~~~

As the jet lands in the hidden docks, Y/N collects her belongings, making her way to the door and down the stairs. She is greeted by 3 men and a woman, along with her teammate, Tequila.

“Welcome, Agent Vodka. I am Agent Merlin, this is Agent Galahad, Agent Lancelot, and… also Agent Galahad.” the tallest man said, he was clean shaven, even his scalp. Merlin had gestured to each of the agents as he went through their names.

“You can just call me Harry,” said the second Galahad. Smiling as he stuck his hand out for a handshake. Y/N smiled and shook his hand before turning to Tequila, “Long time, no see, huh, Tequila?”

Tequila smiled, having traded in his old cowboy hat for a bowler hat. “It’s been a minute hasn’t it, Vod?” After Agent Galahad introduced himself, telling Y/N to call him Eggsy, as well as Agent Lancelot, who told her to call her Roxy, the group moved into the main building, the mansion known as Kingsmen HQ.

Tequila gave Y/N a tour, showing her all the facilities and where she would be staying. After putting her stuff in her room, everyone was called into the briefing room.

Harry began the meeting by recapping on what they already know: They were following Raymond Gavara, a man who sought to overload the World Wide Web and telecoms in order to fry all technology so he could rebuild the tech industry on his own databases and to reset the world’s financial institute structure. Basically, he wanted to bring the world back to a cash only society and make everyone buy his computers and phones to rake in billions.

Harry then gave the floor to Merlin, who then showed everyone Gavara’s pictures and what they knew about him. Tequila, Eggsy, and Roxy were all given tasks and sent out, meanwhile Y/N was brought into the Kingsmen’s tech lab, where she was shown where she would be working from and what the team needed from her.

~~~

Several months had passed and the progress on the mission was moving slowly. Every time Merlin and Y/N would get a lead in tracking or hacking into Gavara’s database, they were almost instantly blocked. Firewall after firewall, cypher after cypher, it was just one thing after another and they could only do so much decoding with the information they had.

However, that didn’t mean there wasn’t any down time. With three trouble makers in the same place, Y/N, Eggsy, and Tequila got into a lot of mischief. It started just as a small joke, that Merlin was strung so tight that he probably did not have the ability to laugh. So Y/N went to work, setting little pranks up, trying to get the stoic Merlin to even just crack a smile. It started small, like making faces during meetings with him, then it was the traps placed at his desk, like glitter bombs or spring snakes. Even just trying to make dumb jokes while they both typed away in the tech lab, but nothing seemed to work.

One day, while Y/N was trying to crack the code on one of Gavara’s firewalls, the team was called into the debriefing room.

“So, we have a bit of a lead on someone who may be in contact with Gavara. Thomas Write, a professor of economics at the University of Cambridge, has been seen making a few too many ‘coincidental’ bump-ins with known associates of Gavara.” Harry said as he looked at everyone at the table, “While it's not much to go off of, we still need Mr. Write to be tracked and watched for the next couple days. Seeing as Merlin and Vodka haven’t made much progress on getting through Gavara’s database, we will need to go all in on a physical approach to destroying his servers. Eggsy and Tequila, you are to go to the warehouse that stores the servers in Switzerland. Merlin, you will go and keep an eye on Write, make sure he is not involved in Gavara’s plans. As for Roxy and Vodka, you two will stay here.”

Everyone nodded in agreement with Harry’s plan, getting up and leaving the room to prepare for the mission. However, Merlin stayed in the room, looking dissatisfied as everyone left.

As everyone else cleared out, Y/N stood outside the door, listening to the two men talk.

“Are you serious Harry? A surveillance mission on someone who most likely isn’t even involved?” Y/N recognized the Scottish accent as Merlin’s.

“It’s just a precaution, Merlin. We don't want another incident like with Professor Arnold. You’ll be put up in a hotel across the street from Write’s condo.” Harry said, trying to ease the angry Scott.

“Well then why don't you send that insufferable Agent Vodka then? All she does is distract me from my work here at HQ.” Merlin nearly barked back. Y/N was a little hurt by his words, ‘Am I really that bad?’ she thought to herself, ‘a little annoying, sure, but insufferable?��

Just as Y/N was about to walk away, she heard Harry call for her through the door.

‘Shit,’ she thought as she pushed the door open to look at the two men waiting in the room.

“Since you seem so concerned about Merlin’s mission that you felt the need to listen in on our conversation, you will be joining Merlin on the surveillance of Thomas Write.” Harry said, causing Merlin to look at him, wide eyes, a hint of anger clear on his face.

“Harry, you can’t be-” Merlin began, but was quickly cut off by Harry.

“Didn’t you just say that Agent Vodka should be on this task as well?” Harry raised an eyebrow toward Merlin, a silent dare to question his authority.

“Yes, sir.” Merlin said, admitting defeat, but still with a tinge of anger in his voice.

“Then it's settled, both of you get packed. You have an hour before you leave and I'll have your alias’ in the car.” Harry said before Merlin stomped off out of the room. Y/N nodded and quickly left, rushing to her room to pack some clothes as well as her mobile units.

The car ride to the hotel was awkward. Not only was it obvious that Merlin didn’t like Y/N, but their alias was that of a married couple. Because of course it was. The Hotel was also nothing to write home about, a small dingy room with a twin bed and a small bathroom. The only reason Y/N could tell that this room was selected for the stakeout was the large window that faced Thomas Write’s condo, giving a perfect view of his living room as well as the entrance to the condo building.

As soon as Merlin and Y/N entered the room, they began setting up. Y/N got onto her mobile unit and found Write’s wifi network, remotely installing bugging software on all his devices and gaining access to his security cameras. Merlin went out and quickly placed a GPS tracker on Write’s car before returning to the hotel room. As Merlin entered the room Y/N waves her hands in front of the computer screens, acting as if she was an assistant presenting a product on the sales channel. Merlin just sighs and moves past Y/N, taking the chair that she was previously sitting in and begins montering Write through the cameras.

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It was the third day of the stakeout and Merlin hadn’t taken his eyes off of the screens. Y/N was mostly on food duty, dipping out of the hotel to grab take out and coffee. This was supposed to be a team effort, but it seemed that every time Y/N took over surveillance so that Merlin could rest, he always pushed her out of the way and took back over.

It was starting to become another long night. Y/N had just grabbed some takeout and was entering the hotel room, only to see Merlin still watching Write do… nothing still.

“About time you got back, I sent you out hours ago, what took so long?” Merlin said, impatiently.

“There was a really long line at the Chinese restaurant and they make everything on the spot so-” but before Y/N could finish, Merlin interrupted her, “Oh, whatever. Just bring my food over here so I can eat and do surveillance.” Y/N takes Merlin’s takeout box out of the bag and places it on the desk next to Merlin, along with a fork. Immediately Merlin begins digging into his food, a stark contrast from his usually well put together demeanor.

With food still in his mouth he clears his throat before speaking, “You know what I don’t understand? Is why you agreed with Harry to come here with me, or why he wanted to put you on this task in the first place. This isn’t even anything difficult or special, just monitoring for the sake of making sure all of our bases are covered. And what I also don't understand is why you insist on making my life a living hell through all of this. I’m doing all the heavy lifting for this task, and yet you still find ways to get in the way or just cause inconveniences for me.” As Merlin speaks, he doesn’t look away from the screens, still watching as Write fiddles about his study.

“Hey, I'm doing my best here. And it's not like I’m not doing anything, I've been bringing you food and trying to help, but you just keep pushing me aside to do it yourself!” Y/N counters back, causing Merlin to swive in his chair to face her.

“Don’t give me that. I have to take over all the tasks because you either do it wrong or take too long to do it. Just the other day, you said you were going to go check out some shady individuals that were mucking around at the condo’s entrance, only to go off and get yourself coffee, AND you didn’t even bring me back any!”

“I told you, I didn’t know what you would even want, it's one of those fancy places that does mostly iced coffee. Besides, I brought back donuts.”

“Yea, but the donuts were for you. There were like 6 and you ate 4 of them before I could even get a chance to see what you brought.” Merlin was now staring daggers at Y/N through his nearly bloodshot eyes, red from hours of staring at the screens.

Y/N looked at Merlin with a look of disbelief, coupled with a tinge of anger and annoyance.

“Well, besides the point, all you do is sit here and distract me. I would have gotten by on this mission by myself just fine and still gotten more work done, and I'm not even talking about just this task, the whole mission. You know I was excited to work with you when the Statesmen first sent you over. I thought ‘maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe I'll finally get to work with someone who is competent and-and will be able to actually help me get all this work done.’ but no, I got you, the insufferable yank that likes to spend her time harassing me and annoying me at every waking second.”

“Harass and annoy you? Look, I was just trying to have fun, to give you a distraction, a mental break from work, ok?” Y/N says, now almost laughing with annoyance at the way Merlin perceives her.

“For fun?” Merlin gives a half mocking and half sleep deprived laugh, “Why? It’s obvious to me, and everyone else at HQ, that you hate me. And you know what? The feeling is mutual.” Merlin then turns back to the screens, seeing that Write hasn’t moved from his previous place in his condo.

The room is silent. As Merlin turns around again, he see’s Y/N with an almost pout on her face.

“Oh what? Why are you making that face?” He says, annoyance present in his Scottish accent.

“You hate me?” she says.

“What? Is it not clear that we have this hate-hate relationship?” Merlin says in almost disbelief.

Y/N stays silent for a second before speaking again, “I don’t hate you.”

“Then why? Then why do you insist on doing all your little pranks, hm?” Merlin crosses his arms, waiting for a response.

“Because I want you to have fun. I want you to relax a little. You're always so serious and tense. I get that, because of our line of work, you have to be, but you should be able to stop and laugh some times.” Y/n says, taking a few steps closer to Merlin now.

“Well, I-I can be plenty of fun actually!” a slight blush creeps up on Merlin’s face, taken aback by Y/N’s reasoning. “I can have plenty of fun. Just ask Eggsy or Harry, they’ll tell you, that… I’m, uh… fun” Merlin’s words fall off, realizing that he may have been a bit too harsh on you, with his lack of sleep causing him to act too brash.

“Well… if you don't do it because you hate me.. Then… why? Why do you want me to have fun?” Merlin looks down, not making eye contact with Y/N.

“Well…” Y/N takes another step towards Merlin before she is standing directly in front of him, her knees nearly touching his. “Maybe it'll be easier if I just showed you.”

“Show me what-” Merlin is cut off by Y/N grabbing him by his sweater, pulling him closer so she can plant her lips on his. Merlin is shocked at the sudden kiss, unmoving for a moment before relaxing and closing his eyes, kissing her back. His hands instinctively going up to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss becomes heated with both their lips dancing together.

Just then Merlin comes to his senses, pulling back, “Wait! Wait, wait, wait.” Merlin catches his breath and adjusts his glasses. “What was… that?”

Y/N, still high on her own confidence, looks right at Merlin with an unreadable expression, “A kiss.”

“Well, yea I know that. B-but what I mean is why… Did you kiss me?” Merlin says as he is still breathing heavily. Y/N lets out a sigh as she stands up straight, “Jesus, Merlin.” she begins.

“No, I know, but I mean we can’t be… we’re working together now and we just… the regulations and-and the stakeout, and I thought you hated me and now… this.” Merlin gestures his hands around, alluding to what just happened.

“Damnit, Merlin. Is it so hard to think that I do what I do to you because I like you? That I’ve been staying up to ungodly hours here with you because I want to keep you company? If I hated you, then I would have told Harry to shove it and gone back to the Statesmen. I stay because…” Just as Y/N get to the last couple of thoughts that are running through her mind, she feels the words stick to her tongue, “Because I think I love you.”

This time Merlin is the one to jump to his feet, wrapping one arm around Y/N’s waist and the other grabs the back of her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. And this time it’s Y/N’s turn to be surprised before returning the kiss, their lips moving together. Merlin runs his tongue along Y/N’s bottom lip, testing the waters.

Y/N pulls back slightly, looking up at Merlin. “What about the regulations?” She says with a slight smirk on her face.

Merlin returns the smirk, “I lied, there are no regulations.” The two rejoin, Y/N hand cupping the back of Merlin’s head as the other rests on his chest, gripping at the fabric of his sweater.

Just as Merlin begins to walk Y/N back towards the bed in the room, he gets a call on his glasses, quickly pulling away and answering.

“Yes? Mm. mhm. I see. Good work Eggsy. Yes, see you soon.” He says before tapping the side to end the call.

“What was it, Merlin?” Y/N asks.

“Eggsy. He says they’ve completed the mission and that Gavara has been neutralized. We’re free to wrap up here.”

Y/N looks down, about to step away from Merlin before he pulls her back, his arm still around her waist.

“He also says that next time I decide to engage in… extracurricular activities, I should make sure to disable my video calls.” Merlin double taps the side of his glasses before taking them off and placing them on the desk. “ And please, call me ‘Hamish’.” Merlin then leans down and takes Y/N’s mouth again before continuing with the actions he had already set in motion.

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the-bjd-community-confess · 10 months ago

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Hello, folks. This is your Oldie Chinese Diaspora Anon™️. I am starting to feel like I sound like bad news bears, so I would like to make my stance clear here. I have nothing against blind box dolls – heaven knows, I have a couple of them, too. It’s just unfortunate that I keep on encountering troubling news when it comes to blind box dolls, it seems. Please bear with me, would you?

Now, I need to introduce you to an... old friend. While we all know the resin recaster and his myriad of companies, I think I have brought up the vinyl recaster, DBS, a few times before as well. As a refresher, DBS is a toy company that specializes in vinyl and ABS toys. They bill themselves as the creators of “proudly MiC” toys for the next generation. However, their dolls have been found to be “recasted” from resin into vinyl and they have been plagiarising from several different companies, from Koreans to down-home Chinese. The MäyTrëë line of blind boxes were rejected by the BJD community because while the original designer was independent, the dolls were made by one of the DBS companies and was thought to be one of their subsidiaries. (more information here: https://the-bjd-community-confess.tumblr.com/post/727751969206304768/hello-anon-this-is-your-oldie-chinese-diaspora )

With that as a preamble, let me introduce you to the “Inedible Rabbits” dolls (Well, these ones: https://www.kikagoods.com/products/moon-jumping-time-bunny-series-1-12-action-figure-bjd-blind-box?variant=44766128931050 ). Similar to the “Escape Plan” dolls, they were created by a team of newbies who first 3D-printed their designs and pitched them to what’s akin to a Chinese-version of a Kickstarter called Modian. During the crowdfunding period, people can pre-order these dolls while the team running the KS maintain regular updates, chase goals, changes to the designs, etc. The final production is usually outsourced to a factory. The team is, in theory, working with the team all the way until delivery. I still vaguely remember someone asking “why aren’t there KS campaigns for dolls?” Well, you’re about to find out why… it wasn’t the price or the long production time, There’s a lot more to it.

As with the “Escape Plan” team, there’s a gap between the final products when compared to the samples (https://the-bjd-community-confess.tumblr.com/post/756541155738615808/一万次出逃计划开箱-避雷快跑哔哩哔哩bilibili ). One of the problems that was encountered by the buyers from the Escape Plan Team was that they have gone AWOL when people started to receive their dolls and started complaining. With the Inedible Rabbit Team however, my sources reported worse issues with communication. The creative team was not only unresponsive most of the time but they would block anyone who even asked benign questions. We also found out that the creative team behind the Inedible Rabbits did not apply to become a company prior to establishing their KS. It means that all of the transactions are considered personal (think F&F). With their frequent and wilful blocking of people, there are a lot of donors who are worried about how shady their behaviour is.

This is the latest expose from a Chinese source: https://www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/66e00cce000000001e01903f?app_platform=ios&app_version=8.52&share_from_user_hidden=true&xsec_source=app_share&type=normal&xsec_token=CBUsqAi70IwpfK_-OZEZS28zESD2e88FIMRgVnkEaN3D8=&author_share=1&xhsshare=CopyLink&shareRedId=ODlFNzlGND02NzUyOTgwNjg5OTc7Szk8&apptime=1725972303&share_id=49435c4b26604cbe8cd6fd49fc41db11 And this is a summary by a Taiwanese proxy: https://www.plurk.com/p/3gac0e1qck (please feel free to use a Google Translator to help you)

The Taiwanese Plurk mentioned that the clothes of the dolls were made by the infamous DBS. This was discovered from a video that the Inedible Rabbit Team posted on their social media showing the interior of their outsourced factory that made clothes for them. (can be seen here: https://www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/66e26d2a000000001e0193cc?app_platform=ios&app_version=8.53&share_from_user_hidden=true&xsec_source=app_share&type=video&xsec_token=CBaBewvBjppksg843In6KcCKwy5e3Tbv8rN-f9ARvjXks=&author_share=1&xhsshare=CopyLink&shareRedId=ODYzRUU9PTw2NzUyOTgwNjY0OThISEtL&apptime=1726233161&share_id=189d6a99974941f899342c780b0e8890 ) At the 0:12 timestamp, a box with the DBS logo was shown very briefly in a pan-over shot. (seen here: https://www.xiaohongshu.com/explore/66e283db0000000027002ca0?app_platform=ios&app_version=8.53&share_from_user_hidden=true&xsec_source=app_share&type=normal&xsec_token=CBaBewvBjppksg843In6KcCK1D4UzhNUD8Fm5_7tph_yA=&author_share=1&xhsshare=CopyLink&shareRedId=ODYzRUU9PTw2NzUyOTgwNjY0OThISEtL&apptime=1726233089&share_id=9de63adea9b14bd191309c996ed2bc29 ) Thanks to this discovery, a lot of the collectors and donators who also own resin BJDs are asking for refunds because they do not want to be associated with DBS in the fear of being seen as pro-recast. Thanks to people pulling out of the KS, the proxy has informed me that some of the unlocked stretch goals would most likely be rescinded. She is afraid that if too much of the funds get pulled out, the creative team may just pack up and do a rug pull with the money. Thanks to the fact that they never registered as a company, if they run, there’s basically no way to get that money back.

I do not want to be seen as someone who stands in others’ way of having a good time and earning money. But I also cannot stay quiet when I know that blind box dolls are a lot of new collectors’ gateway into resin BJD. This is akin to me knowing that something is a recast but fail to warn the new comers ahead of time. If anyone gets looked down upon or rejected from a group due to association with a doll that uses DBS clothes, I don’t think I can quite live with myself. So… thank you very much for lending your ears to me once more. I know full well that I do not have the ability to change anyone’s mind, but at least I can sleep better knowing that I have tried my best to tell you what I know.

Post Script: On September 14th, the creative team behind Indedible Rabbits posted their first public apology: https://www.modian.com/project/update/detail/161340 They promised to create a business account and becoming more accountable. They also stated that despite the factory video they are not in collaboration with DBS. It's up to you to decide if you want to believe the team. end!)

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #BJD Confessions #Community Counterfeits #Blindbox BJD #knowledge anon

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fluentmoviequoter · 1 year ago

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Play Doctor

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Pairing: John Casey x fem!DOD!reader

Summary: Casey is abducted by Fulcrum, and you're the only one that can help him. Luckily for both of you, you want to help him, even if it changes everything between you.

Warnings: angst, depictions of injury caused by torture, fluff at the end, slightly canon-divergent but has spoilers from 2x01

Word Count: 3.0k+ words

A/N: I need more Casey gifs but don't want to make them.

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“The Cipher is the artificial brain for the new Intersect computer,” General Beckman explains. “We have been working on a new Intersect since the original was destroyed. The Cipher is the final piece.”

“So, I just get to walk away?” Chuck asks after the video call disconnects. “Enjoy the rest of my life?”

“Yes,” Sarah answers. “But we need to get going. You do have a life to live before it goes back to normal.”

You watch Sarah and Chuck leave before you turn toward Casey. “The new Intersect,” you muse. “Because the first one went so well.”

“It’s just a job,” Casey reminds you. “The moment this Cipher is in place and the Intersect is up and running, we get back to real work.”

“You mean you kill Chuck and I go back to the Department of Defense for a slap on the back and a new assignment. Look, Sarah doesn’t trust me, but you and I both know that it can’t be this easy.”

“Not our job to make it easy or worry about the next computer. We recovered the Cipher, and now we return it and wait, like always.”

“Well, then, I’ll see you at the Buy More tomorrow. Be careful with that thing, Casey.”

Casey nods and places the Cipher in an insulated box as you walk out. You’ve been part of this team since Casey and Sarah arrived to argue over Chuck and which government agency he should be handed over to. Your director at the DOD had a different interest in the national security threat posed by the intersect. In the days and weeks you’ve spent with the team, you’ve relied on Casey. Sarah refuses to trust you no matter what you do, and Chuck listens to everything she says. Now that there’s a clear way out of this, you’re not convinced that Fulcrum isn’t waiting for another moment. Another chance to take the Intersect they so desperately crave.

“Good evening, director,” you answer.

“The Cipher was a Trojan horse,” he says. “It destroyed the Intersect and killed dozens of agents. Fulcrum used it to access what they could before the system locked down. Operation Bartowski isn’t over, and if either of your teammates is planning to eliminate Bartowski, now may be the time to stop them.”

You end the call and run from your apartment to Casey’s. Your bangs against his door go unanswered, so you turn toward Chuck’s window. As you climb through it, you hear Sarah telling Chuck about the destruction of the new Intersect. There’s no sign of Casey, however, so you walk through the hall.

“What are you doing here?” Sarah demands.

“Where’s Casey?” you ask. “He’s not in his apartment, and he’s not here.”

“Why would he be here?” Chuck questions.

You shake your head and pull your phone from your pocket. As you dial Casey’s number, you exit the front door of Ellie and Chuck’s apartment to return to the courtyard. You go so far as to press your ear against Casey’s door, but there’s no sign of his phone – or him – anywhere nearby.

“We need to find him,” you tell Sarah. “Fulcrum was behind the Cipher and if they have Casey-“

“Casey would never let Fulcrum take him,” she argues. “He probably just left early and hasn’t found out yet.”

“He wouldn’t leave! Not while…” you trail off and gesture weakly toward Chuck. Sarah understands your implication that Casey wouldn’t have left while Chuck was still alive.

“My job is to keep Chuck safe, and until I hear otherwise, Casey isn’t my problem,” Sarah states.

Your phone chimes a moment before Sarah’s. The message, routed from General Beckman through your directors, is short and proves you were right.

Fulcrum captured Major Casey. Protect the Intersect at all costs.

“Chuck, we have to go,” Sarah exclaims.

“No! No, tell me what’s happening,” Chuck replies.

“All you need to know is you are in danger.”

Chuck shakes his head, and you say, “Casey was taken by Fulcrum. They probably intercepted him after he sent the Cipher back.”

“Then we can’t run!” Chuck decides. “I can’t just hide while Casey is out there!”

“Casey can handle himself,” Sarah insists, looking sharply at you.

“Any ideas where they’d take him? Other than the port?” you ask Chuck.

“The port?” Sarah repeats. “If anything, they’d take him back to the building where we last had the Cipher, where Chuck got it back from Mr. Colt.”

“Then we need to go!” Chuck agrees.

“That doesn’t make any sense, Sarah. They’d take him somewhere they could move him. The Cipher is gone, they don’t care about it, just the information Casey could give them,” you point out.

“I’m here to protect Chuck, so I’m staying with him. Whatever it is that you’re here to do, feel free to go it alone,” Sarah tells you.

“Look, I understand why you have trust issues, I really do. But this is not about me or the department, this is logically the only place they could take him,” you insist. “He’s at the port.”

“He’s not,” Chuck interjects. “I’m with Sarah.”

“Then stay with Sarah,” you snap. “I’m going to go find Casey.”

You turn on your heel and use your key to enter Casey’s apartment. Once the door is closed behind you, you lean against it and take a deep breath. Your idea is well-founded, but you need to look for clues to back it up. The wild goose chase that Sarah and Chuck are on is a waste of time, but she can protect the Intersect while you do something that will actually help Casey and get him back safely.

“C’mon, Casey, show me something to help,” you whisper as you step into his foyer.

You force your mind not to worry, not to think of all the terrible things Fulcrum could be doing to Casey right now. Casey needs your help, which requires your complete focus. There’s a paper box in the center of Casey’s table, and you approach it slowly. The only thing inside is Casey’s Buy More name tag and a receipt for a speaker. You pick up the name tag and run your finger along the edge of it as you consider what the speaker could be for or mean.

Both items are from the Buy More, so you slide them into your pocket and grab Casey’s keys. He doesn’t let anyone drive his car, especially after the incident with Chuck blowing up the last one, but you think he’ll make an exception today. If you find him, that is.

As you drive to the Buy More, you look around Casey’s car. There’s no sign of a new speaker in it, and you didn’t see one at his house either. When you park outside the closed store, you look at the receipt again. The time on it is strange. 8:59 p.m. One minute before closing, but after Casey left for the day. More intriguing is the use of his unique employee discount code. Whoever paid for this speaker either had Casey with them or knew who he was and left the receipt behind. The mystery of the receipt isn’t as important as finding Casey before it’s too late, though, so you return the paper to your pocket and use Casey’s key to enter the store.

You turn off the security cameras on your way to Big Mike’s office and keep your eye out for any other clues Casey may have left. He’s smart, and an excellent agent, so you trust him to help you even if he isn’t beside you. When you find the security footage from the date and time, just before closing last night, you look through the cameras to find someone buying a speaker.

“If you need any help installing it, call the Nerd Herd,” Casey says through the distorted audio recording. “There’s an extra charge for long-distance jobs, but the install quality is worth it.”

“I’m sure I can figure it out,” the man standing across from Casey answers.

“Why was Casey here?” you whisper.

“This one’s waterproof, right?” the man asks. “I’m putting it on my boat.”

“I knew it,” you cheer quickly.

“Yes, sir. And with that bass, everyone at the port will want to know where you got it.”

“Great. Thanks… John.”

You watch Casey move through the different camera frames. He goes straight to his locker, puts something in it, and then leaves. So, you follow in his footsteps and break into the locker. There’s a key with a sticky note adhered to it. Casey scribbled a number on the paper, but you don’t know what it means. 149. You close his locker again and hope that once you get to the port, you’ll know what to do.

At the port, you sit in Casey’s car and look around. He’s left you clues every step of the way, but as you loiter in a parking lot, his trail seems to have run cold. You exit the car and begin walking toward the row of warehouses used for boat parts and other miscellaneous jobs. Loud music draws your attention, and you suddenly remember the speaker. As you stop by the door, you strain to hear anything else.

“Nothing to do now,” someone says over the music.

“There’s no new Intersect, so you’re going to have to tell us about the original,” another voice adds.

They quiet for a moment before something metallic hits the concrete.

“Or maybe you’d like another round with my friends here,” the first voice says. “He’s getting tired of winning, Major Casey.”

You listen for a few more minutes, but you only hear two voices. Assuming that the metal noise was made by a third, you’d have to take out three Fulcrum agents before you could get to Casey. That could set off alarm bells, you think. When a security car drives past, you duck out of view of the headlights and get an idea.

“Los Angeles Port Police!” you call as you knock on the side door of space 149 of the warehouse. Casey’s key is in your pocket in case they don’t want to let you in willingly.

“Can I help you, officer?” a man – the second voice – asks as he cracks the door open.

“Sorry about the interruption, I know it’s late, but there’s a Ford in the lot with the lights on. Belong to anyone here?” you ask.

“Uh, no. Thanks for checking.”

He begins the close the door, but you stick your foot out to hold it. “One more thing, I just need to know how many people are here. We’ve got the Coast Guard sniffing around to charge us on new occupancy restrictions.”

“Four,” the man answers quickly. “Is that all?”

You smile and nod, but don’t move your foot. “What was the goal of blowing up the new Intersect?” you ask.

His eyes widen, and he prepares to turn, but you grab his shirt and pull him out of the doorway. You twist and step back to throw him to the ground before you walk inside the warehouse and lock the door behind you. Pained grunts bounce off the metal walls, and you hold your gun by your side as you approach an opening in the side hallway.

“Who was it?” the first man calls.

“Department of Defense,” you answer as you shoot his leg.

You turn and shoot the third man, who holds a rubber hose as he stands beside Casey. As they writhe on the floor and grasp for weapons that are just out of reach, you rush to Casey’s side. He watches as you use the hose to tie the men together before you squat at his side.

When you look up at him, you notice that in addition to the blood staining his skin and clothes, scratches and bruises litter his face, his eyes are swollen, and a gash over his eyebrow is causing him to keep his left eye closed.

“You’re supposed to stay with Chuck,” he says as you free his hands.

“Yeah, and Chuck is supposed to stay in the car, but you know how that works out,” you reply.

“Why are you alone?”

“Backup is on the way. LAPD and your people, but they won’t get here before someone realizes that these guys are down. You’ve got to let me help, Casey.”

“I’ve got it,” Casey argues as he pushes himself up to stand.

He wavers as his hands leave the bloodied metal chair, and you push your shoulder against his chest to keep him upright.

“We have to go,” you say.

“I got it,” he argues, attempting to push you away.

“Casey,” you demand. “Let me help.”

He attempts to step back again, but when you wrap your arm around his waist to keep him steady, Casey leans heavily onto your shoulders. You tip slightly under his weight, but your adrenaline is wearing off and you’re getting more concerned about the extent of his injuries. As you practically carry Casey back to the Crown Vic, he mumbles to himself. What you can decipher is mostly comments about I can do it or what happened before you got there. His condition would raise alerts at any hospital, so you’ll have to continue taking care of him yourself.

Once you get Casey into the passenger seat and buckled in, you climb into the driver’s seat and start the engine.

“Is this my car?” Casey mumbles.

His head tips forward as you answer, and you press his gas pedal harder as you race through Los Angeles traffic to get back to his apartment.

“You have to be okay, Casey,” you whisper as you drive. “We need you.”

Casey’s eyes flutter open as you jostle his shoulder. He grunts and wipes the blood from his left eye before he turns his head to look at you.

“Can you walk inside?” you ask quietly.

He nods and pushes himself awkwardly up and out of the car. When he stops with one leg in the car and the other out, you loop your arm under his shoulders and push him up so he can exit the rest of the way. He leans against you, but not as heavily as before, while you walk into his apartment.

“Thanks,” Casey says as he collapses into his chair. “I can take it from here.”

“No, you can’t,” you scoff.

While you retrieve his first aid kit, Casey tries to think of a way to convince you to leave. He’s an NSA agent, a spy, a killer, and he doesn’t need you babying him because he got hurt by a few lucky Fulcrum goons. Casey isn’t an overly prideful man, but there are some things that he needs to handle on his own.

“I’m done arguing with you,” you announce when you return. “I’m helping, whether you like it or not, Major Casey.”

Casey nods as you kneel beside him. You unbutton his shirt carefully and pull it open so you can see the extent of his injuries. Most of them look superficial, but the heavy blood loss caused by his head wounds and the loss of consciousness you witnessed in the car continue to concern you.

“Thank you.”

You look up quickly. Casey’s eyes are closed as he relaxes under your touch. He’s thanked you mid-mission before, but usually for something specific or that he asked you to do.

“Of course,” you whisper.

You spend the next hour in comfortable yet concerned silence, cleaning and bandaging the miscellaneous scrapes and marks on Casey’s face, chest, and arms. A wide bruise spanning his entire chest gets a numbing ointment and ice pack, but Casey swears he can still feel your hands on his skin when you reapply the ointment thirty minutes later.

“It’s not medical grade, but I think it’ll do,” you say as you place the last bandage on his arm.

“Thank you,” Casey repeats, “For everything.”

You nod, but you can almost feel the shift. Casey trusted you before, but the last few hours have changed something between you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you promise as you stand. “Uhm, call me if you need anything. Okay?”

Casey nods, and you smile kindly at him before you leave his side. He looks down at the bandages and wonders how long your touch will linger beneath them.

The following Monday, you find yourself walking into the Buy More because Chuck flashed on something. Sarah was the one to alert you to the new development, which was surprising. When you walk in, though, Casey is the first person you see. He nods and thanks you for coming as you join his side at the Nerd Herd desk.

“How are you feeling?” you inquire, looking at the butterfly closure above his brow.

“Much better. Thanks,” he replies.

Hearing Casey thank you is still new, and his sudden willingness to answer rather than grunt or simply ignore you is something you could get used to.

“Chuck flashed on a nautical shipment of antique porcelain,” Casey explains. “We could use your help getting to the actual cargo of illegal weapons.”

“Of course, I’ll help,” you reply. Your smile grows as you add, “As long as I don’t have to save you and play doctor again.”

Casey glares at you, but there’s something different in his gaze. Whatever shifted when he thanked you, and whatever caused your touch to be so magnetic and alluring changed your entire dynamic. Chuck approaches the desk and begins explaining his flash to you. Casey sidesteps out of Jeff and Lester’s way while Chuck speaks, and his arm presses to yours. You turn your wrist and brush your fingers over Casey’s skin, and your touch alights him more than any of the torturous methods Fulcrum attempted on him.

“Are you two even listening?” Chuck asks.

“Yes!” you and Casey lie together. “Guns hidden in Grandma’s china,” you say with a firm nod. “Casey and I have it under control.”

Casey and I.

#john casey x fem!reader #john casey x reader #john casey fic #john casey imagine #john casey #nbc chuck #chuck nbc #fem!reader #requests #hanna writes✯

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catsushinyakajima · 4 months ago

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i see math major 👀 i have to take brief calculus in the fall after not taking a single math class in 5 years… any tips to not overwhelm myself??

hi! okay sorry for the late response, I was gearing up to respond throughout the week and drafting good advice. disclaimer: I wrote A LOT. I promise it's not very scary and if it feels overwhelming, please digest it in bits. I just yap a lot and I wanted to cover all my bases.

Five years is a long time without math and enough time to forget lots of things! It's good that you're getting a good head start so there's no need for you to worry.

I'd start by practicing basic algebra: systems of equations, algebraic expressions (solving for x and stuff), linear/quadratic/exponential equations, etc. I will say, even if you once knew how to do this and used to be very good at it, there is a chance that you forgot a lot and lost your touch. Do not be deterred by that. It is OKAY. I've taken many levels of calculus, didn't take any math for a year, and then completely forgot how to factor an equation. It just happens- math is something you have to work your way back into by making a habit of it.

Then you should review trigonometry, more advanced algebra topics, etc: this is algebra II/pre-calculus. In my opinion, it's just a more extended version of basic algebra. You can review matrices too (part of alg II), but it's not very relevant to calculus unless you're taking differential equations (calc 4). But definitely, DEFINITELY, review trigonometry (sin/cos/tan, triangles, rules for their equations, the UNIT CIRCLE).

I'd say that's a good summary of things to catch up on. Once again, it is okay if you mess up some ridiculously "easy" review problems. It's seriously so, so normal, and it doesn't mean that you're set back too far or have an arduous journey ahead of you. The more you get used to doing math, the more you'll get better at it!

Here's a quick overview of topics taught in calculus I: limits, derivatives, applications of derivatives, integrals, applications of integrals.

If you have time, you could totally look into the topics that'll be taught during your semester too. You're already getting a head start by looking into reviewing things, but this would push you even forward.

Here are links to some free resources for you to use for ANY topic you choose to review (you might know some of them):

Khan Academy: has lots of videos and tutorials. Breaks topics down really well. Has review problems with answers and breakdowns of solutions. The review problems are generally basic compared to in-class test questions, but it's good for building a foundation

Organic Chemistry Tutor: This guy is the goat. His youtube videos are really thorough and he's good at explaining things and he'll walk you through different problems.

symbolab: this is an online calculator that can solve lots of different types of equations, including calculus equations! You can input the most tough, weirdest looking equations with ten variables, and as long a it's solvable it'll give you an answer

desmos: online graphing calculator! It's amazing for visualizing equations and functions.

If you have access to whatever textbook your teacher might use in the fall too, that's also great! Also, feel free to reach out to ME for any math help. I am the biggest math nerd ever so I would probably get excited to help you AHAH. I've done one of my mutuals physics homework before so I promise you wouldn't be overstepping if you asked me for anything else. Good luck on your studies!

#math #asterikamaymath #guys i love math #my friend told me i should add klance to the tags #thats evil tho I wont do that ik yal mfs dont wanna see math on your fyp #one of my fav asks honestly ahhhhhh #lowkey im cooked for my own math midterms though AHAH

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crow-caller · 2 years ago

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Hello! I hope you're doing well. I've enjoyed your book reviews on YouTube for the past six or so months (finished The Blessed/Precious Blood a couple hours ago), and they've gotten me a little curious. To my understanding, you do or at least did post book reviews on your blog, some or all of which you went on to turn into videos. As someone who wishes to try his hand at writing book reviews, I was wondering if you had any advice, insights, or sage wisdom into the craft based on your experience. I understand if you'd prefer not to answer, and my apologies if this is something you've already been asked.

Thank you very much for reading, and I hope life treats you well!

I've talked about it a bit before, but only briefly when drunk. It's very annoying on tumblr to search archives anyway. This was the breadth of my advice:

"When I first started, my strategy was a very solid one: divide and conquer. It can be hard to understand your thoughts on a book until you understand it in parts. I usually did it as : premise, plot, characters, writing, other details. Dividing into sections can help put words to feelings you may struggle with. Earlier reviews usually fell into this format, ish. Nowadays I usually put it mostly into a plot summary, discussing issues as they come up— I find this smoother. But really, making sections is incredibly helpful and can really assist in finding your “voice”."

I've been writing reviews for several years now. Like since 2016 actually, I did it first formally as an assignment for uni and was previously writing shorter reviews on goodreads because with my memory issues, I would find I totally forgot half the details of what I read a few months later. This was especially annoying for series!

Reading reviews is a first good step. You don't have to take notes- it's just helpful to read how other people review things, in general. You'll naturally notice stuff you wish they talked about more or where your opinions might differ- it's good to read reviews of stuff you have experience with and don't.

Like.... I honestly enjoy reading reviews of things I am likely to never interact with more than things I have! That way it's easy to notice "huh this review didn't mention XYZ at all" "from the 1st review it sounded like ABC, but others suggest DCE". At least for me, having no personal opinion on the media I'm reading review for helps me focus more on the reviewer's style and choices.

I'd definitely suggest reading say, a negative review of a movie you love and a positive review of a movie you hate. Or book, or whatever. See how the argument is made and where you think the reviewer is being an idiot. See where you wish they went into more detail or where they were caught up on something pointless. I think it can be way more helpful than just reading opinions you agree with! When you DO have the context of your own opinion, it's then easier to think about the arguments a review is making— are they justified in your own experience? What evidence do they use, and do you think they are missing something important?

But also do that. And try different formats and people- I used to read a LOT of AVclub reviews for tv shows and movies I never watched, and reading different styles of review helps.

Honestly, it might be good to even look at my early reviews versus recent and see how I've grown! Even though I normally don't really advocate my oldest stuff as it's just. not as good. But check out Relic and then The Commandment and you can REALLY see how my style and voice has changed.

It's not just studying though. The best method is really just getting started. When you read/watch/play/whatever something, review it. Start with a skeleton (Plot, characters, world) and get better at linking each subject fluidly. Finding an easy transition is hard but great practice for thinking about something as a whole. Reread your reviews, not just before posting but a few months after the fact! Revisiting your work often triggers thoughts of "hmm I wish I'd said this better, or focused on that more".

A lot of my own style is based purely on what I'd most value in a review and I'd suggest you center your work on a similar concept. I wanted long, very detailed reviews that spoiled all the ridiculous twists of books I was never going to read. Not enough people provided that, so I did it myself.

Anyway hope it helps!

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yujeong · 1 year ago

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Question from the Fanfic Writers Ask Game:

11. What’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? Also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

I'm extremaly curious to know what type of fandom research people do and learn about their discoveries.

Hiiii! Thank you for taking interest in this, I appreciate you sending me the ask ❤️ Hmm, I have a weird relationship with research: I always feel I do 1. No research at all and 2. Not enough, when I acknowledge to myself I had to look up at least SOME things for my fics. In general, I am ignorant about a LOT of stuff, so research feels daunting and scary and even when I discover what I want to, I don't know how to incorporate that into my stories or if it's even correct information. I feel super self-conscious about it, which is why I normally don't write fics that require knowledge I'm not at all familiar with. Cowardly, sure, but the potential mistakes are too many for me to take that risk. (I'm learning though! The next fic I'll post will include some Thai cultural stuff related to Dharma that I had to thoroughly study about. I can only hope I won't screw it up.) Self-deprecation aside, I'm going to share some of the stuff I had to research for my fics - posted or not - to help people understand what I mean:

1. I had to look up various medical facts about stabbing (how deadly it is, how much time someone needs to heal etc), due to a scene that involved one in The Knight's Pawn, 2. I looked up videos of Muay Thai sparring matches in order to be able to write a sparring match in The Knight's Pawn - as well as see the differences from western boxing. Muay Thai is also something I've researched for another fic and to properly understand Pete as a character, 3. I had to look up sooo many chess terms for The Knight's Pawn, specifically for the chapter titles and summaries. Fun fact, the title of the fic makes no sense in chess; I told my irl friend who plays chess as an amateur about it and he proceeded to lose his mind lmao, 4. This will sound silly probably, but I studied Bangkok's map in order to be able to figure out a driving path for a trip down memory lane. I specifically wanted to figure out the distance between the main and minor family compounds (fun fact, it's approximately 15 minutes by car and 1 hour via public transport). I also looked up Lumphini Park and it's how I found out about dragon lizards! Very cool creatures, I wouldn't go near one ever, though, 5. I don't know if this one counts, but for the things you can(not) change, I had to watch Justice League: The Flashpoint Paradox around 5 times in order to be able to portray the parallels correctly haha, 6. Since just a mission was based on ApoBuild's Bvlgari event, I looked up the venue it took place in, which is Icon Siam near Chao Phraya River, one of the most famous shopping malls in Bangkok, 7. For To Consume and Be Consumed's 1st chapter I had to... um... look up if it's possible for someone to not get an erection even if both the prostate and the penis are stimulated for a long period of time. The results suggested it is, so I tried to not stress over it too much 😅 The reception of the chapter was a lot better than I anticipated too, so I was happy with it, 8. Now, to start off about the fics that haven’t been posted yet and to remain in the spirit of the horny, I've looked up about autoerotic asphyxiation, if it's safe to use ice cream during sex (it isn't), if it's safe to have sex when someone is sick (it depends), the effects of GHB and how damaging a human bite can be (a lot if it's not treated immediately due to the bacteria in our mouths), 9. In the same realm, I've done a LOT of studying about La Pietà, the famous sculpture by our boy Michelangelo, so much so that for a while I couldn't escape it - I was seeing it everywhere. I'll keep the reasons for doing such research hidden for now, but it does involve smut xoxo, 10. I've only scratched the surface for this one, but I have begun studying about chronic pain for a post-canon VP fic I want to write. It doesn't involve smut and I don't think it will, but you never know, 11. Again, idk if it counts, but I've read Uzumaki for a NonWhite/TeeWhite fic I want to write one day, in order to draw parallels and whatnot. I'm very into parallels in case you haven't noticed haha, 12. Last, but certainly not least, the most difficult thing I've been researching and will probably never stop researching is Buddhism. To truly get Pete, you need to understand even the basics of Dharma and there are just so many things I don't know about it. Baby steps, but I'm getting there.

#sorry if this doesn't exactly answer your question #but thank you for sending me this #it was interesting to look back and see what I've researched and what I am in the process of researching #I try my best and ask my beta a LOT of questions hahah #ask game

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lunalou87 · 2 years ago

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Veggie Farmer Challenge 2.0

Hi Simmers, I came across Mishisims Veggie Farmer Challenge a while ago and I’ve now updated it for the Horse Ranch pack. I have linked the original challenge in the post.

The challenge requires all the packs but you can work around some stuff if you don’t have them all.

Summary

This is now an 8 generation challenge. Your Sims are all farmers who are obsessed with certain vegetables and the colour that they represent, they spend all their lives living off the land and growing only one type of vegetable.

Rules

Create a Young Adult Sim (Teen if you want to make it harder)

Lifespan must be on normal

Seasons must be default (7 days)

Aging must be on normal

Your Sim can only earn money through selling their specific vegetable (either from the plant itself or via the sale table (so no writing books, doing odd jobs or painting)

Your Sim CANNOT have a job and your spouse must quit their careers

Your Sim must keep a pet until the sims death

You will need to use freerealestate on to buy the lot each time you start the next gen

Generation 1: Green

Traits: (Pick any 3) Squeamish, Recycle Disciple, Green Fiend, Materialistic, Vegetarian, Jealous

Aspiration: Freelance Botanist

Veggie: (Pick 1) Bell Pepper, Green Bean, Spinach, Green Pea or Lettuce

Animal: Green Frog

Buy an empty lot and start with 0 fund

Complete aspiration

Master Wellness, Gardening and Fitness skills

Have 3 children

Marry someone and become BFFs

Build a house with a large garden (the garden can be sheltered eg us a greenhouse)

Generation 2: Orange

Traits: (Pick any 3) Glutton, Bro, Outgoing, Good

Aspiration: Soulmate

Veggie: (Pick 1) Carrot or Pumpkin

Animal: Orange Cat or a hamster

Buy an empty lot with some of your old items with you

Start with $1000 in funds as a gift from your parents

Complete aspiration

Master Gardening, Cooking and Baking skills

Have 2 children

Build a house with a large kitchen

Generation 3: Black

Traits: (Pick any 3) Geek, Active, Kleptomaniac, Slob, Non-Committal

Aspiration: Chief of Mischief

Veggie: Black Bean

Animal: Black Cat, Dog or a Horse

Buy an empty lot with a laptop in your inventory

Start with $5000 in funds as a gift from your parents

Become an enemy with your sibling

Complete aspiration

Master Gardening, Video Gaming and Pet Training/Equestrian skills

Have several romantic relationships but none close

Have 1 child but don’t get married

Build a house with a large gaming room

Generation 4: Yellow

Traits: (Pick any 3) Ambitious, Clumsy, Foodie, Loner, Socially Awkward

Aspiration: Super Parent

Veggie: Potatoes

Animal: Bees

Buy an empty lot

Start with $0 in funds

Complete aspiration

When you have room move your dad in to help on the farm

Master Gardening, Parenting and Flower Arranging skills

Get Married and have 4 children

Become BFFs with your parent not living at home

Build a house with a decent size flower studio

Generation 5: White

Traits: (Pick any 3) Creative, Family Oriented, Gloomy, Music Lover, Maker, Lactose Intolerant

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Veggie: (Pick 1) Onion or Mushroom

Animal: White Cat, Horse, Dog, Chicken/Hen, Llama or a Rat

Buy an empty lot

Start with $10,000 in funds as a gift from your parents or $5000 and some items

Complete aspiration

Master Gardening, Logic and an instrument of your choice skills

Get engaged but never married

Have 2 children

Build a house with a music Studio

Generation 6: Red

Traits: (Pick any 3) Evil, Childish, Hot-Headed, Romantic, Art Lover, Erratic, Self-Assured, Mean, Snob

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack

Veggie: Tomato

Animal: Fox

Buy an empty lot

Start with $2000 in funds as a gift from your parents

Complete aspiration

Master Gardening, Mischief and Knitting skills

Have 3 children

Marry a Family Oriented Sim

Have 2 enemies

Build a house with a decent knitting room and at least 4 bedrooms

Generation 7: Purple

Traits: (Pick any 3) Paranoid, Dance Machine, Dog Lover, Cat Lover, Freegan Overachiever, Proper, Party Animal, Self-Absorbed

Aspiration: Master Maker

Veggie: Aubergine

Animal: Tetra Fish

Buy an empty 20x15 lot and create a tiny home (100 tiles or less)

Start with $1000 in funds as a gift from your parents

Complete aspiration

Master Gardening, Fishing and Painting skills

Have 1 child with a married Sim

Have an Off the Grid lot

Build a house with an art Studio

Generation 8: Brown

Traits: (Pick any 3) Lazy, Hates Children, Animal Enthusiast, Loyal, Glutton

Aspiration: Mansion Baron or Country Caretaker

Veggie: (Pick 1) Taro Root or Morel Mushroom

Animal: Brown Cat, Dog, Horse, Cow or a Hedgehog

Move into a 64x64 lot if you pick the Mansion Baron

Or move into a 50x40 lot if you pick the Country Caretaker aspiration

Complete aspiration

Master Gardening, Singing and Cross-Stitching skills

Get married but have no children

Befriend several rabbits and birds

Build a mansion if you picked the Mansion Baron aspiration

Build a large farm if you picked the Country Caretaker aspiration.

I hope you enjoy the challenge and make sure to check out the original challenge.

#the sims 4 #the sims 4 legacy #the sims 4 challenge #the sims 4 veggie farmer

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reversebias · 2 days ago

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Grasping Emergent LLM Behavior By Playing Terrible Chess

LLMs are powerful tools for processing natural language, and in their original imagining, the goals were straightforward: translation, completion, that sort of thing. However, once we'd made a system capable of handling language we realized that this lead to a wide variety of emergent behaviors. Our models couldn't just guess what word would be next, but if given the right context and training, it would tell you seemingly new things.

If you train a bot to complete the next post of a dialog (i.e. a chat bot,) you can then say "Here's a long body of text. Could you please reply back with a shortened summary of it?" and the bot will correctly complete the next message of the dialog as though it were a helpful person doing a summary. All it was asked to do was guess what came next, but in doing so it had done work beyond completing the message.

Once we realized this, we noticed that the computers could do an absolutely astonishing amount of work. They could program by doing code completions from comments. They could write news article from headlines and details. They turned out to be exceedingly capable at a wide range of tasks. They would write the next token, then ingest the new message that existed with the new token, and write one more. This iteration would lead them to make entire, coherent documents.

But initially we thought they had a shortcoming in that they didn't seem to be able to reason through things. If they couldn't arrive at the answer initially from vibes alone - if working out the exact answer took multiple steps - then they were wildly ineffective. At tasks like math and (important for later) chess, the computer would simply throw out an answer, often without any coherence to it whatsoever.

Then one day we realized that as long as we asked them to show their thinking, and be sure to think out loud, the quality of their output increased substantially. It was enough to revolutionize how AI functioned, and models were trained that would start by emitting a thinking token before noodling about the problem for a bit, then emitting an end-thinking token and going on to its normal work. Overnight the AIs went from feeling like your drunk friend who's good at trivia to being competent tools capable of complex reasoning.

Now these models already exist, but I wanted to get a better feel for all of this and how it affected things (as well as get some stick time on the Ollama API,) and based on a funny chess video I saw on the internet where AIs played against each other I decided I would do this by making a chess playing program.

I started by making the obvious implementation: give the AI the game state; ask the AI for a move; if it's not valid, tell it so; and ask again. Straightforward, good enough to learn the Python ollama and python-chess libraries. I asked the AI to work out a move and give me back a JSON blob that had three fields: "reasoning" - which the AI was encouraged to use to think out loud, "move" - which held the move they wanted to play, and "futureNotes" - which it was encouraged to use to keep track of important stuff going forward.

The AI had no trouble with my formatting, but it had real trouble making legal moves of any kind as you can see here where it took four (4) tries to generate a legal move, and you can imagine the poor AI sobbing as it generates that desperate, final valid move.

In one case it just outright gave up, not because the game was unwinnable, but because it couldn't handle the stress of being chided for inputting illegal moves.

Obviously I'm not here for making the Torment Nexus (on Know your Meme) so I had to do some adjustment, but also it was just genuinely bad at picking valid (let alone *good*) moves.

So I got to thinking about some of the things I've talked about with my collogues in the field, and decided that what I would do is add a reflection stage to the system. Basically, the computer would make a move. Then that move (along with the board state) would be passed over to a second AI (that lacked any other context) who would rate the move and ultimately give a go/no-go result. If the move was good enough in the reviewer's opinion, then the move would be submitted to the game engine. If it was not, the reviewer's comments would be passed to the move-picker in some ephemeral messages that would disappear when the move was finally submitted (so the reviewer's comments wouldn't spoil the context.)

This worked... okay. The reviewer, honestly, wasn't much better than the original player, but together they were getting up to the scale of being vaguely good enough that they could submit moves that would often be legal moves. They were not GOOD moves, but they weren't complete and utter nonsense.

I went off to lunch and assumed I was gonna put the project down, satisfied that my reviewer mechanism had made it better.

At lunch though, I had a brainstorm. If one reviewer was good, what if I reduced the scope of the reviewer and added several more. Then what if I added a final synthesis reviewer that could aggregate all of the feedback. I kept drawing increasingly more complex architectures, imagining this huge program I was going to write.

And then it hit me. I didn't need any of that. I don't need to know how to play chess to build a chess playing AI; that's not the point. The AI knows how to play chess, let it. If I thought what was necessary was this big battery of reviewers, each with their own thinking, what if I just instead changed things up so that the AI could decide for itself what to do? So I set to work.

The system I ended up with used a simple mechanism for the AI. Each game turn it would be given the game state, and then allocated 10 thinking turns to decide what to do and do it. Each turn it would be told any alerts from the previous turn, how many thinking turns it had left, and asked to give a command from a short list: submitMove, think, and query.

submitMove would submit a move to be played in the same way as before, but with no reasoning or futureNotes. For that matter, the new architecture didn't carry any context from before at all. Each game turn would be a fresh context, and only the thinking turns from this game turn would be in the back buffer.

think ONLY had the reasoning field. It was essentially the "chatter to yourself" option and was useful for consideration and reflection.

query was essentially a subroutine system. The AI was given the chance to create a system prompt and first user message for another AI, and the agent's response would be sent back to the main AI. The AI was told it could use this to summon other AIs to help it with analysis.

This had an immense positive effect on the AI. The moves it made were wildly more likely to be valid, and although it was not a particularly powerful opponent (I'm BAD at chess, and I could easily beat it) the games no longer felt wild and unpredictable. The moves felt coherent and considered, even if they weren't good per se.

The call out to sub-AIs also worked well, and the AI, though not relying on it exclusively, did tend to ask its children for specialist help when it needed it.

With that said though, the AI didn't always like to produce valid JSON in the correct format, and this does still lead to issues with the torment nexus problem. It feels weird, but I'm genuinely thinking future versions might need to include some instructions about being patient, and not getting worked up when things don't work. Something I saw with high frequency before, and lower, but still not 0 frequency in this new system, is where the computer can't make valid JSON, so it just flails and tries picking a completely different move to see if that will work. Often it does (the other move is also valid), but what it actually changed is remembering to emit the move field to the command.

Overall, I'd say this project was an interesting exercise. First, I found that not only did thinking matter, thinking over multiple complete steps helped immensely. Moreover, I found that there can be some complexities to how AI emits outputs, and as a result, it's not safe to assume that it can't get frustrated (whether for real or not is irrelevant) and make mistakes. I'd imagine that there are a lot of things that would be worth looking in to for engineering a prompt that was better for staying calm and going forward.

Lastly, I learned that AI programs are about 90% prompt engineering. I kept trying to add code to make my program better, but at the end of the day, the things that really improved the quality and behavior of my program were writing less program, and spending more time being clear in my prompt about what I wanted to accomplish. In retrospect this seems obvious, but coming in to this project that would not have been (and was not) my starting assumption.

Does my bot play good chess? No. But importantly, it DOES play chess. Legal, reasonable, not entirely insane chess. And through this process, I learned a ton, so I'm glad that I got to take this walk through the weeds of AI development.

Given a choice, I think my next project will actually center around cascading AIs. Right now I'm asking my chess bot to be an expert AI prompt engineer. Going forward, I think the right answer is going to be to have it make plain text requests to a second AI whose job it is to do prompt engineering, and then THAT AI will return the results of the engineered AI that answers the first AI's original questions. Essentially the goal is to keep the scope of each AI extremely small, and let them be good at what they're good at

If you'd like to check out the bot in it's current state, you can go check it out over on my GitHub.

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