#HOLD ON THESE AUSTRALIAN NAMES KINDA GO HARD.

[i-drew-artz]

Isnt it funny how other countries have badass awesome names like "Kenji", "Wolfgang", "Mikhail", and "Joaquin".

Then the english have names like fuckin bob, charlie, moe, and harry.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

just add water

words: 5k

warnings: brief illusions to sex but no smut, mermaids (like h2o mermaids), tropical storm/bad weather, really fluffy hehe, australian!reader, lots of kisses omfg these bitches in LOVE!

it's one of the few things rafe does to calm himself down. sandals held in his hand, feet pressing into the cool sand with every step.

rafe looks down the beach, the moonlight reflecting off the water as the waves gently lap against the shore. he squints into the darkness when he sees movement, hoping his relaxing walk isn't going to be interrupted by someone's public intimate moment.

he continues walking, the same stretch of beach he always does, passing by familiar houses of friends and old classmates.

his vision clears as he gets closer, eyes widening when he sees you, knees pulled up to your chest as you stare into the water.

“hey.” rafe says when he's a couple yards away, not wanting to spook. you, but it fails as you gasp and jump up to standing.

“sorry.” rafe holds his hands up, trying to show that he means you no harm. “im just taking a walk on the beach.”

you take a step back, like you're making room for him to walk past, for him to continue to leave footsteps in the sand, but rafe looks closer at you as the moon shines down, light slightly illuminating from the rows of houses with porch lights or bedroom lights left on before bed.

“im rafe.” rafe can't seem to keep walking, his feet planted firmly as his eyes roam over your face. “i don't think we've met before.”

“just moved here.” you explain quickly. “im y/n.”

“you're australian?” it's more of a statement than a question, but you nod, the accent clearly giving you away.

“i was wondering why i haven't seen you before. it's a small island, everyone kinda knows everyone.” 

“yeah.” it's a signal to end the conversation, polite but firm, but again rafe can't help himself, drawn close to you looking out onto the water just as he does.

“would you like me to give you a tour of the island? tomorrow or whenever you're available.”

“that would actually be really nice.” you smile at rafe. you were worried about leaving everything you knew in australia when your parents moved you across the country, and it's perfect luck that you meet someone your very first night in the outer banks willing to show you around.

“here.” rafe pulls his phone out of his pocket. he puts it on do not disturb for his walks, pretending it's not there, not allowing it to distract him, but he needs your phone number, needs to see you again, to see if your eyes are the same enchanting twinkling of the water in the daytime.

you take his phone and put in your name and number before handing it back, hand briefly touching his, feeling warm against your slightly chilled skin, making you realize you probably should have put on more than just shorts and a tank top for relaxing at the shore at night.

“ill text you.” rafe says, giving you one last look over before taking a step back, not turning away yet, keeping his eyes on you, as if you're an apparition thats going to disappear the minute he blinks.

rafe finally turns away to walk home, not looking back. he smiles. he can feel your eyes on him.

--

you sigh as you step into the bath, sinking in as your legs morph into a tail moments after the water makes contact with you. you never realized how much you loved showers until you couldn't take them anymore.

you have a love hate relationship with your abilities. being able to manipulate the shape and volume of water, as well as enhanced breath and super speed swimming, is amazing. but having your bottom half turn into a mermaid tail every time water touches you is a hard accomodation to make when your parents love the ocean.

you wash yourself off quickly, knowing you have to get totally dry before rafe gets here to show you around the island. 

--

two weeks in the outer banks. the time feels like it's flown by. you're surprised how much you don't miss australia. your parents tended to jump around from town to town to surf, so you never developed a close group of friends either.

two weeks spent with rafe, first showing you the popular parts of the island, then his favorite areas, the spots only locals know about, filling you in on all the nicknames that can't be found with a simple google search.

the only place he hasn't shown you yet is anything out on the water. you refuse every time he offers to take you out on his boat, and his sad face breaks your heart.

“wanna go out on the boat today?” rafe asks, just as you're thinking about it, like the idea transferred from your head to his. you hope that's not a new power developing.

“sure.” you finally concede, heart fluttering when rafes face breaks into a wide smile. you are taking things slowly, despite what is clearly forming. “but no swimming.”

you hate having to lie to rafe, pretending like you don't wake up every morning and explore the waters of the outer banks before hiding under a pier to dry off. you told him you were afraid of the water, that you didn't like going in it, merely enjoying looking at it.

rafe is excited to take you out, so much so that wheezie gives him a weird look before shrugging, deciding to herself that crushes make boys do crazy things, because she's never seen her brother act like this, so enthralled.

“here, ill help you.” rafe reaches his hand out as you step into the boat. you don't want to let go as he guides you towards the bench behind the helm, allowing you to sit down as your fingers finally disconnect.

“im gonna show you everything.” rafe undoes the lines quickly before returning to you. “and by the end of your boat tour, you'll realize that the outer banks is so much better than australia.”

rafe places an arm around your back, not caring that he now has to navigate with just one as you giggle and tuck yourself into his side.

the ocean calls to you as rafe shows you different spots, the outer banks feeling so different when looking back at the land.

rafe anchors the boat at a sandbar. you look over the edge, surprised how crystal clear the water is in this area.

“there's a spring in that marshy area over there.” rafe points towards a cluster of grass. “it feeds out into the ocean here. one of the best spots in the obx.”

“it's beautiful.” you say honestly. the sun is warm against your face, tanning your skin and relaxing you, keeping you dry enough to not turn whenever a drop of water splashed over the side of the boat onto your skin.

it's dangerous to be on the boat, but you can't help it with the way rafes eyes light up as he looks at you before ripping his shirt off over his head, catapulting over the side into the water.

“rafe!” you shout as a plume of water splashes up, soaking your arm.

rafe smiles at you as he resurfaces before his expression quickly shifts to a frown when he sees you furiously rubbing a towel against your arm.

“y/n, the water isn't dirty.” rafe didn't realize how deep your fear got. he climbs back onto the boat as you stagger back, face twisting in fear as you look at rafe.

“shit, im sorry.” rafe takes a step towards you, but you back away.

“take me back, please.” you sit down at the front of the boat, making your position clear.

rafe nods, glad the water covering him is hiding the tears that well up in his eyes as he pulls the anchor.

you stay sat far away, towel wrapped around your shoulders to protect you from getting wet as rafe drives back in silence, not speaking until he has the boat tied back to the dock, now completely dry and donning his tshirt again.

“hey.” rafe kneels in front of you. “im really sorry.”

you open your mouth to reply, to tell him it's okay, but rafe continues speaking. 

“you said no swimming. i should have listened. i saw this-” rafe places a glimmering queen helmet conch shell in your lap. “at the sand bar and wanted to get it for you. so you could remember this day.”

rafe stands up, figuring this is the last time he'd see you after his mess up. “so you can remember me.”

you stand up quickly, but make sure to carefully set the shell on the seat next to you. before you can second guess your actions, before that cautious voice in your head can convince you otherwise, you press your lips against rafes, having to rise to your tiptoes to reach.

rafe hesitates for a moment before kissing back, arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you in tight to him.

--

“this is a cute spot.” you snuggle into rafes side, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, showing all of the obx that he's taken, and you're the one who's captured his eye.

“it is.” rafe hums, looking around the diner. it's not his usual place, but rafe wanted somewhere casual to take you, so you didn't have to worry about dressing up or proper etiquette for your first official date.

you order a stack of pancakes as it's around brunch time, rafe ordering a cheeseburger for himself. you smile at the waiter as they walk away before looking to rafe. “im totally gonna steal some of your fries by the way.”

“fries and pancakes?” rafe twists his face up as you giggle.

“potatoes go with everything.” you explain, like it's a commonly known fact.

“what's your favorite food?” rafe asks. he's dying to know everything about you, wanting to sit you down and run through the list of questions in his head, but he knows it's best to take things slow, to allow things to progress naturally despite wanting to ask you about your favorite color, past boyfriends, whether you're a cat or dog person and so so much more.

you're about to answer when a passing waitress stumbles, her tray of waters heading to a crowded table dumping over you, getting your entire side wet.

the waitress goes to apologize, but you're already on your feet, mental timer starting in your head as you rush to the restroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you realize it's just a single stall as you lock the door behind you moments before you fall to the ground as your tail appears.

“y/n?” rafe must have run after you as he jiggles the doorknob.

“im okay!” you call out. “just drying off. give me a minute.”

“are you sure?” you can picture rafe standing outside, ear pressed against the door.

“yeah. ill be out soon.” you try to reach up to the towel dispenser with little luck. “you better not eat all the fries before i get back.”

you're relieved to hear rafes laugh as you finally get the motion sensor to work, rubbing it over your side, letting out a sigh of relief when your tail finally transforms back into two legs.

you stand up, always feeling a bit wobbly at first, but you want to get back to rafe, to your date and most importantly as your stomach rumbles to your pancakes and fries.

“aussie cheesy potatoes.” you say as you slide into your seat. “my favorite food, aussie cheesy potatoes.”

--

i miss you

you send the text to rafe, smiling when his response bubble instantly appears.

i was just about to text you the same thing

you know you're in the honeymoon phase of your relatively new relationship, but you can't help the giggle that escapes from your lips, the way your heart starts to beat faster.

meet you halfway? rafe sends back before an image loads of a dark beach, camera pointing down the shoreline towards your house.

on my way <3

you quickly touch up your makeup in the mirror, deciding to stay in your pajamas since they're just a loose long sleeve shirt and comfortable shorts. you hesitate between putting on a pair of sneakers or sandals, ultimately deciding more coverage is the smarter option.

you are quiet when leaving your house, just in case your parents are awake. you doubt theyd care anyways, they probably haven't noticed how much you've been gone lately. you are an adult after all, but they stopped being protective the minute you were in your teens, letting you surf solo for the first time the day after your thirteenth birthday. 

you walk down the beach, keeping your steps fast as you look for rafe, breaking out into a jog when you finally see his figure emerge from the darkness.

you throw your arms around rafe as he twirls you, tucking his head into your neck, pressing kisses to your delicate skin before pulling back to connect your lips together.

“hey.” rafe smiles at you, lowering you carefully back to the ground.

“hey.” you peck his lips again in another kiss.

“you look beautiful.” rafe says earnestly, the words falling from his mouth. you're beautiful to him during the day too, but there's something about night time that makes you shine, like the moon calls to you.

“not too bad yourself handsome.” you let rafe string your fingers together before beginning to walk, back in the direction of tanneyhill.

you chat about your days as you stroll, mostly with what rafe was occupied with as he helped his dad, spending your first day away from each other since you arrived on the island. safe to say you're both falling fast.

“stay the night with me?” rafe asks when you're standing in front of tanneyhill, the large house frightening imposing.

“i don't know…” you trail off, but the smile on your face tells rafe you clearly want to.

“at least lay with me on the hammock for a while.” rafe tugs on your hand, and you find your feet following him. he lifts the mosquito netting up as you duck under, toeing your shoes off as rafe lays down.

you snuggle in next to him, sighing as you rest your head against his chest, the fabric squeezing the two of you together.

you both enjoy the gentle quiet, the sound of the waves and wind rushing through the leaves the only thing breaking into your peaceful silence, not needing words, just each other. 

sleep takes you both, warmed by your bodies wrapped together.

--

you're not sure what jolts you awake, but you're glad it happens as your eyes snap open, a drop of water hitting your cheek.

“shit…” you mumble, quickly pushing it off your skin as you look up at the gray sky, the events of last night coming back to you as you realize you're still in the hammock next to rafe. you don't want to move, you're the most comfortable you've ever been in your life, but the skies threatening to open and dump it's rain down on you has you scrambling.

“baby?” rafes voice is deep with sleep as you rush to put your shoes on, knowing the dew on the grass is going to turn you as you look towards the house.

“i-i need to pee!” you yell quickly, pushing out of the mosquito netting as you run, the rain beginning to fall. you're aware of every drop as you push some away with your abilities, but ultimately you can't stop nature as a few drops hit your back.

you aim for the glass doors, praying they're left unlocked as you burst inside, eyes widening when you see not just wheezie, who you've come to know pretty well, but the entire rest of the cameron family milling around in the kitchen.

you're seconds away from transforming as you find your voice. “bathroom.” you simply say before rushing into the closest half bath, glad you accepted the full tour from rafe one day when both ward and rose were away from the house.

“shit.” you mutter under your breath as you hear through the door that rafe has come in after you, mentioning something to his family about rain coming before the tropical storm set to hit in the next couple weeks if it doesn't change direction.

you grab the towel, neatly embroidered with their last name as you rub your back, glad it's only a couple drops as you're quickly able to exit the bathroom.

“sorry about that.” you say awkward, clasping your hands in front of you.

“i was wondering when you lovebirds would wake up or if the rain would do that for you.” ward smiles, eyes flicking between you and rafe. you let him lead the amount of affection as he walks and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“stay with us for breakfast, y/n.” rose says. clearly someone told the couple about you, most likely wheezie tattling on her brother. you just hope she said nice things.

“yeah, id love that.” you say after rafe squeezes your shoulder to let you know it's okay.

--

good morning gorgeous 

you smile at the text, grabbing your phone the second you were awake.

you quickly reply, a string of emojis that only lovesick you would type out.

there's a party this friday. come with me?

you glance at the calendar hanging on your wall. not a typical one filled with appointments or birthdays, but one charting the phases of the moon, letting you know when it's safe to be out at night. you let out a curse when you realize friday night is a full moon.

sorry baby i can't :( parents want me home to call my grandma back in australia

you can come after, yeah?

sorry rafe 

you leave it at that, hating telling him no, but you need to stay inside during the full moon.

you should totally go though! spend some time with your friends

rafe doesn't mention the party again when you meet up later that day.

--

“i got the party changed to saturday.” rafe says, his head sat in your lap as you brush your fingers through his hair.

“what?” you question, raising your eyebrows. you're sat in your bed, the afternoon sun pouring in from the open windows, watching some show on tv neither of you were truly invested in, just background noise as you look into each other's eyes.

“the party this friday. you can go saturday right?”

“yeah.” you nod, smile stretching across your lips. “yeah, i can.” you shouldn't be surprised rafe changed everyone's schedules just to fit yours, the party is at his friend's house after all.

you're excited to finally meet them, you've heard bits and pieces from rafe, but have never gotten to actually see them.

you spend the entire time you're locked in your bedroom on friday night choosing exactly what to wear, curtains drawn tight closed, even blankets thrown over for extra precaution, not allowing any of the full moon to peek inside.

you realize you made the correct decision when saturday night comes and you open the door to rafe, his jaw visibly dropping.

--

“oh my god, i was totally picturing someone different when you were talking about topper.” you whisper to rafe after walking away from his friends to find a quieter spot. you didn't even have to tell rafe that you were starting to get overwhelmed, he seemed to sense it and pulled you away, not caring that kelce was still going on about something.

“what did you picture?” rafe asks, hoping the talking will distract you from all the excitement of the party, finding an empty guest bedroom and sitting down on the bed together.

“i don't know why but dark hair.” you shrug. “and i always pictured glasses.”

rafe laughs as he leans against you, your hand coming to his hair to scratch at his head, the soft movements of your fingers comforting you just as much as rafe.

“thanks for meeting them. and coming here with me.” rafe says earnestly. he's always liked parties of course, going wild and getting drunk or high or whatever he felt like that night, grinding against different girls and ultimately taking one to bed. rafe never put together how all of that was just a distraction, that he wasn't truly happy.

“you make me happy.” rafe says, turning to look at you, eyes still twinkling, reminding him of the ocean, the moon, the most stunning gemstone, and something so uniquely you.

“rafe.” you coo, pressing your lips together. you don't come out of the guest bedroom until the morning after, giggling quietly as you sneak out of toppers house, your hair a mess and clothes askew.

--

“i just realized ive never seen you in a swimsuit before.” rafes eyes look carefully over your body, having just taken off your coverup once your arrived at the spring again, rafe vowing not to jump in again, simply enjoying laying out and tanning on the boat.

you smile at rafe, gesturing for him to get closer.

rafe crawls over the bed area at the front of the boat to hover over you, pressing his lips tightly against yours. your hands feel his muscles, skirting from his chest down to his defined abs.

“you know, there's no one else out here.” you smile up at him as you reach lower.

“naughty girl.” rafe chuckles, glancing around to make sure no boats were within view.

once you're both finished, tired and panting, skin sheened with sweat, rafe finally brings up a question he's been dying to ask.

“why don't you like the water?”

you place your chin on your hand as you turn to look at rafe, taking a moment to formulate an answer. you hate having to lie to him, but you don't want to reveal your secret yet, for rafe to look at you any differently.

“i used to love to swim, to surf.” you say honestly. “but then something happened… and it's turned me away from it. i don't even like pools.”

rafe doesn't push for more, but his face does turn to a frown, thinking about whatever happened. he's guessing you got caught in a riptide or had a near drowning experience, he would never in a million years guess that you fell into a cave exploring an island after a fight with your parents and swam through a mysterious pool to get out, waking up to surf the next day only to transform into a mermaid.

“im sorry baby.” rafe says honestly. he wishes he could fix whatever happened, to enjoy riding on a jet ski with you, or relaxing on a sandbar.

“it's okay.” you shake your head. “i like being on the boat with you.” you say. “you make me feel comfortable.”

rafe pulls you back into him, not caring if you get an uneven tan line as he kisses you again. he swears you taste like honey with the slightest hint of sea salt.

--

“we got cyclones all the time back in australia.” you tell rafe, looking out your window. the sky looks normal, no sign of a tropical storm that's supposed to be blowing in soon, thankfully it never upgraded to a hurricane.

“do you want me to come over for it anyways?” rafe smiles at you as you finish braiding your hair. “hold you just in case you get scared.”

you laugh as you stand up, dramatically falling onto the bed, placing a fanned hand on your forehead. “oh, save me rafe cameron, save me!”

rafe laughs as well, pulling you against him. your shared laughter always turns into shared kisses. it's been months now that you've been in the outer banks. you swear your accent is even diminishing ever so slightly.

but you don't miss australia. you love your life here. spending nearly every day with rafe, exploring the island and the waterways, trying out different food spots and even letting rafe give you golf lessons, despite your inability to hit the ball straight.

--

you open the door as soon as there's a knock, expecting rafe, but your face falls when you see ward standing there.

“y/n, is rafe here?” he questions, entire body soaking wet from the storm, now covered by your front porch, dripping onto the welcome mat.

“no.” you shake your head. “he should be here any minute though…”

“shit.” wards eyes are wide with worry. “he took the boat out. i was hoping he docked it here.”

“the boat?” your voice rises as your anxiety does as well. “what is he doing on the water in this storm?”

“he likes to go to the spring at the start of storms to watch them roll down the coast, but he's always back before it hits. something must have happened to the boat, i don't know.” you can tell ward is rambling. “maybe he ran out of gas or got caught in something-”

“you have to go out there and save him! the waves-” you don't need to tell ward, you're sure he knows how bad the water is going to get, how violent the storm will make the sea, even in the shallow area rafe is in.

“i can't.” he shakes his head. “i already tried the coastguard but they won't go out until the storm is over.”

“he's your son!” you argue. “you go!”

“i can't.” you can hear the pain in wards voice. “if something happens to me, sarah and wheezie will have no one.”

you know it's not an appropriate reaction, but you're so mad, so worried about rafe being out there in this mess that you slam the door right in wards face.

you walk back through your house, past the empty kitchen and dark dining room to your living room, the glass doors revealing the storm raging outside. you make a decision in that split second, opening the door and barely shutting it behind you before you take off, rain hitting you in the face. you send out a prayer to the moon to allow you to reach the water before you transform. you make it onto the sand before face planting, having to awkwardly pull yourself forward into the water.

the second you're submerged, you take off, using your speed swimming abilities to navigate through the waters and strong tides. you go faster than ever, heading in the direction of the spring and sandbar, desperate to find your boyfriend and make sure he is safe.

you see through the rain at the surface of the water his boat, letting out a sigh of relief when you see he's anchored in his usual spot.

“rafe!” you call once your surface. “rafe!” you shout again, hoping he can hear you over the roar of the wind and rain.

rafe pops up, looking over the edge, wrench in hand, clearly trying to fix whatever is wrong with his boat, a smear of oil on his forehead not washing away with the rain.

“y/n?” rafe shouts. “what the fuck are you doing?”

rafe drops the wrench, rushing closer to the edge as he looks at you. your tail flicks up. there's no hiding it anymore. you don't want to anyways. 

“babe, get out of the water theres-” rafe blinks, his eyes squinting as he realizes its not some strange fish, but in fact covering your legs.

“get in the water rafe im going to swim us back home.” you shout, eyes turning to the sky, looking down the coast. the worst of the storm hasn't hit yet thankfully. with the size of the waves coming, it's sure to capsize his boat.

“baby-” rafe swallows harshly before jumping over the side. he may not understand what's going on, but he trusts you.

you grab onto rafe, keeping his head above the surface as you swim. it's slower getting back pushing him with you, but you go as fast as your tail will allow.

“you're a mermaid.” rafe says simply when you get back to shore, deciding to go to your house instead of tanneyhill, just in case ward is looking out his windows for rafe to return.

“go inside, ill be okay in the water.” you tell rafe, just needing to make that final couple steps onto the sand.

“im not leaving you out here.” rafe simply says, glancing to your tail before back at your face. he scoops you up in his arms, holding you tight to his chest as he carries you onto land, despite how heavy your tail is.

you hold onto rafes shoulders as he brings you inside. he sets you down on the plush rug in the living room as gently as possible.

“the tail doesn't go away until im dry again.” you lift your fin up and down as the rain pounds against the windows.

“ill get some towels.” rafe is ridiculously calm, coming back and patting you down in silence until your legs reappear.

“im sorry for not telling you earlier.” you say with a whisper, hand reaching out to hold rafes, shifting to sit up. “i-i love you rafe, but i understand if you want to break-”

you can't even finish your sentence as rafe leans in, pressing your lips together. “i love you too.”

--

“is that the right part?” you ask rafe, leaning yourself against the ladder as he fixes the engine on the boat, somehow it managed to stay anchored at the sandbar.

“we'll see right now.” rafe cranks the key, letting out a cheer when it turns on.

you smile as he jumps over the side in a dramatic celebration before resurfacing and shaking his wet hair out of his face.

“okay, you gotta show me again.” rafe stands on the sandbar as you swim around him, tail flicking back and forth.

you concentrate on a spot of water, lifting it into the air before popping it like a bubble, sending droplets raining down.

“you're the most amazing person ive ever met.” rafe says. “most amazing mermaid.” you correct him with a giggle and a splash of your tail.

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James Wilson X Reader

Pt.1

Rehab and Romance

Details: (y/n) gets admitted to Princeton after accidentally over dosing. She and House went to the same rehab at the same time which makes for an interesting time at the hospital.

(This is my first fan fiction/ x reader thing I’ve ever written but someone had to do it)

I lay there in the hospital bed. Staring at the ceiling just counting the lights in the room over and over again until I think of something new to think about. I have no visitors, on account that no one would show up because I don’t really talk to anyone. I break out of my thoughts when I hear the glass door open to my room. I look at the person who had entered and it’s some very handsome guy. He looked like he should be on a magazine not a hospital, matter of fact almost every doctor in this building looked too good to actually be true it was insane. I look him up and down as he starts walking over the clip board that hung over my bed. He must have introduced himself because when I look up into his eyes from the clip board I was looking at he’s looking back at me like he was waiting “I’m sorry what did you say? I’ve been spaced out the whole time” I told him and he shook his head “No problem. My name is Dr. Chase. I was just gonna ask you a few questions if that’s alright with you?” He asked. Oh his Australian too? Where’d they get this guy from. “No, I wouldn’t dream of telling my doctor anything” he looked at me confused but I rolled my eyes with a slight smile on by face seeing that he didn’t catch my joke. “I’m just messing with you. Go ahead” I told him and he smiled and nodded. “Alright then” he said as he listed on a pile of random questions about my health and other random factors.

When chase was done asking me questions he went to leave “Hey hold on” I stopped him. “Dr. House is your boss right?” I ask him. He nodded with slight hesitation at first “More or less” he responded. I nodded and looked down to my hands “I know he’ll say no but if you can, ask him to come down and see me. Tell him it’s (y/n) (l/n)” i asked then looked up into his eyes. Chase smiled and nodded. “I’ll try my best” a few seconds of silence. It looked like he was about to leave but just as he turned around he had stopped. He slowly turned back to me “If you don’t mind me asking.. how do you know house?” Chase asked curiously, a little nosey but with a person like house you got information about him almost never. “I uh met house..in rehab ” I said slowly and with shame my face looking not so proud of the words I just let out. Chase nodded. “I haven’t seen him in years, kinda miss the shit head” I told him and he let out a light laugh, amused by the words I said because he could only agree that house is a shit head. “Well like I said, I’ll try my best but House doesn’t really visit his patients” Said Dr. Chase then he made his way out.

I waited in that bed for so long. Hours passed. Nurses came and went, the doctors also came in every once in a while just to check up on me. Even at midnight there is no house, I assumed he just wasn’t gonna come down. Just when I was about to close my eyes to sleep I saw House walking to me through the glass wall. My eyes shot open for a second in shock, I didn’t think he’d actually come. I relaxed when I realized how stupid I must look. Just as I thought House was gonna come in I saw him talking to another doctor in front of my room. He wasn’t even here to see me, he was just looking for that doctor. The nerve. I look around the room and grab a random pen they left and I throw it at the window, not to hard but enough to make a tap noise to get houses attention. House and his friend both look in my direction and I just wave and mouth a “hi”. House rolls his eyes and sighs heavily making his way to the door. His friend follows him, the pure confusion on his face. “Looks like you are a doctor” I said and looked him up and down “Either that or you just got of an over dose check out” I said to him making jabs at him. “Looks like you already did all that for me” he said taking a jab at me. He was right though, I was here because I decided to get pill happy. “I’m guessing you’re still on those pills too” I said tilting my head in curiosity. I watched as his pupils didn’t move at all. He raised his eyebrows in fake impression “what gave it away?” He asked sarcastically and I looked him up and down “Everything” I said. I looked over at his friend, looking him up and down. I didn’t take the time to really look at the other doctor with brown hair and puppy eyes. He was stood there silently looking at house then he looked over at me, making eye contact.

I smile at him getting a good vibe off of him. He’s also very handsome which helps. Not a Dr. Chase type handsome, Chase is very Magazine model, red carpet kind of handsome, this guy was sweet romantic star lit dinner, midnight whispers type of handsome. He looked like the embodiment of the word Romance, like the type of guy to give you roses and lead u to surprise dates.

I realize that I’ve been staring at this guy for a while “Well since House isn’t gonna introduce us I guess I will. The name is (y/n) and yours is?” I wait for his response and he snaps out of whatever daze he was in “I’m Dr. Wilson, nice to meet you” he said and I nodded “You too” I said and House just looks awkward to mess with us “Well as much as I’d really love to see you guys eye fuck each other in front of me, I have a job to do” House said as he starts to walk out “It was nice seeing you House” I said to him before he walked out the door completely.

He looked back at me and tightened hips lips together and raised his eyebrows in response then left. Wilson stood there awkwardly for a second “I should go to” he said in matter of factly. “You and house seem to be good friends” I blurted out and he looked at me in my eyes and shrugged. “He meddles, I stay for it, yeah I guess” he said “If you don’t mind me asking how do you…” he began then started to drift off as if he was trying not to offend me by asking “I met him, in rehab” I said and Wilson nodded slowly understanding “Heart breaking truly that he never even mentioned me once, after our strong bond of drugs” I joked and Wilson laughed lightly, his smile looking so nice. “Well don’t take it to heart, he doesn’t say anything about himself to anyone” Wilson said comforting me but I already knew that about house. “Trust me I know, took me forever to get him to tell me why he’s in that cane” I said.

I looked at Wilson’s facial features, slowly examining them. I looked at his hands to check for wedding ring but found nothing, I slowly look back up at him “You single?” I asked out of the blue, Wilson looked taken a back, he looked almost flattered. “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” He asked me tilting his head a little and slightly raising an eyebrow. God even his voice sounds romantic. “So I don’t feel bad when I tell you that you are the most romantic looking guy I’ve ever seen. You’ve got something going for you” I strangely complimented him. Dr. Wilson’s eyes slightly widened at the unusual compliment, he looked a little flustered by it. “I’ve never been told that, thank you” he responded whilst trying to hold back a smile. So he’s sentimental too. “I should really get going though, it was nice to meet you” he said about to head out “Very nice to meet you to Dr. Wilson. Hope we’ll meet again soon” I said slightly flirting with him but also being serious. Wilson smiles “have a good day” he said and walked out. With a face like that I wish he wasn’t so professional.

[yakultii]

I was thinking about how things change and I find it kind of interesting but I remember around 2015 was when mainstream social media eg instagram started to become somewhat political (for the average user) and became a source of education additional to selfies.. I remember around that time being referred to as “woke” (to be fair my wokeness has likely majorly regressed over the past 6-8yrs as a result of hibernation) but when someone called you “woke” it was a positive term like I genuinely remember hearing people talk about how they wanted to be as “educated” and “woke” as me or admired me and wanted to be friends with me for this reason (as a 15yro LMAO) and it was only the “alternative” kids who dared present themselves as educated and woke online bc it wasn’t common knowledge to be politically and socially knowledgeable (at least where I grew up) and doing so was kind of like making a name for yourself.. whereas now I feel like it’s just expected of young people to be socially and politically educated to some extent.. and I mean it’s not hard, because public discourse on so many topics are EVERYWHERE... While I think education is great and we should all be more informed I can't help but wonder/almost assume that this change/progression of political social media (within the mainstream ofc bc I'm aware it always existed w good intent prior) has maybe spread cause of performative factors/people wanted to make that name for themselves..to the point it all kinda became a trend.. although people realised it was so real at the same time..so then its intentions became mixed and now it is just expected idek if this makes sense... but also what is even more strange is that the connotations of the term "woke" COMPLETELY changed from something admirable like "wow that person is really woke they seem cool"(something I commonly heard in 2015) to now something that's make a mockery of eg "lmao they acting woke" along w the whole go woke go broke saga (idk if that's just in aus or worldwide... aus seems to have a problem w performativity of any kind anyway despite the fact we are endlessly playing into our own character as Australians but that's another story).. anyway idk what the point of this was cause i started writing it on my phone but then my phone died and my charger broke so I swapped to my laptop and my adhd cant hold a single thought for a second if u literally cant tell.. but its crazy how things change.. I just feel like that was such a small time frame but then again I guess that's how my parents felt like there was no internet and all of a sudden there was and the entirety of western society revolves around it so i guess change is super duper normal and we all have the same experience of it despite thinking we are unique in our experiences..I'm not really mad about change at all.. I think its mostly a good thing.. sometimes we don't understand change but personally I just hope someone is happy about it! the way some things changed for my parents and grandparents and while they missed the old days I could see the light.. only difference being they weren't happy that I could see the light but anyways I just type words here of half thought out thoughts and hope that no one reads it bc its a terrible representation of me.. actually no, its an accurate representation of me.. just a terrible presentation.. good thing no one knows who i am bc i just be saying things and keeping the rest of the things that make the things make sense in my head cause my fingers cant type any faster they are already so speedy gurlllll go back to ur notes app actually no my notes app iw SOOOOOOOO insanely claustrophobic its hell in there .. should prolly just change the name of this side blog or something just incase.. my reblogs have these words lost in an hour tell me if u read this anyway i think its be kinda funny if u did but i think u should find something better to do idk ily anyway

[evobedevo]

As a bit of an update and to celebrate reaching 2000 followers on Twitter, I've decided to revamp all 4 (5) of my 'sonas, the ones whom I've collectively began calling "The Auteur Quartet". I'm also going to be drawing them digitally like i have Illia, since I kinda value cohesion over everything, but for now these phone sketches are pretty good at showing off what I want. The digital pieces will each show off their auras, just like Illia (along with their deity tool) so consider them the more "powered up" designs, while these ones will fulfill a more casual role. The descriptions for each will probably remain the same however. 

Here's Esther's areas of influence alongside her themes. -Color: Magenta -Theme: The Ocean -Sphere of Influence: Life -Realm of Creativity: Actions and Descriptions

When the Tools of Creation went into what is essentially stasis, they reverted into simplistic forms and scattered across the planet. Over time, their forms would unconsciously change to match the times and in the current age they took on the form of art tools. 4 separate people managed to find 'em and essentially took on their roles of "creating more and more universes" while the deities rested. Of course, there's the issue that besides the powerful weapons these 4 wield...they're still just regular humans with faults and flaws. Esther is a spunky, sporty gal with the unfortunate problem of being way too open emotionally, to the point that it scares other people off. She's the lucky finder of the eternal sword of scribes, Serif-im. It's a large, ornate sword with a twisted root handle and a blade stylized like a pen nib. With it, she can write descriptive words onto any surface and they apply to the object. She can also use it as a regular sword, with its edge never dulling no matter what. Alongside her sword, she does also have dominion over the concept of life itself, allowing her to control both flora and fauna...but due to her interests, she casually limits herself to mainly using water and ocean based powers. 

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Character Break Down: "Full Name": Esther Dulcinea Venturas Sexual Orientation: She's bisexual, but maaaaaaaan does she have bad luck with romance.  Age: 25 Birthday: December 4th Ethnicity: Pinoy-Australian. Her dad's the Australian one, but she uses her mom's last name because she likes it better. Her dad holds no ill will towards it and he agrees it fits more. 

Eye Color: Hazel, with a bead of green around her pupil. Hair Color: Chestnut, but it's not naturally that way. It's usually a lighter brown. Height: 5'7'' Weight: 171lbs Cup Size: D Cup, she's much more proud of her thicc thighs though.  Other Features: Her bangs cover the front of her eyes for some reason, just like Bianca. She loves wearing croptops, especially ruffled ones. Things with detached sleeves and the like are also big with her. When she grins super hard (its common), her eyes almost seem to just disappear under her bangs. Always wears magentas and browns, basically looks like a walking Valentines Day card. She plays up her cute genki girl attitude for maximum attraction. Absolutely loves things with bows. Her style seems to be a mish-mash of super girly stuff and casual wear. Like she'll wear a tank top with a really frilly skirt, or a cashmere sweater with ballerina flats and tights and leotard. She has a massively varied outfit, and doesn't mind if she looks silly, she just enjoys feeling good in her outfits. She's also extremely proud of her figure, particularly her thighs and her abs and that's why she tends to wear outfits that show them off.

Overall Attitude: Esther is probably the "anti-Illia", a spunky girl who jumps into the fray no matter the concern. She's a hotheaded go-getter with a weirdly high amount of energy and a genuine passion for life. Which tends to mean doing very big and very dumb stunts to get the full enjoyment of the world. Esther is prone to pretty much showing up in whatever outfit she feels best in, even if it doesn't quite make sense for the occasion. This plays into the fact that she's rather...ill informed of how social norms are. Looking at how she acts, you'd think she came from a different country altogether. She's very in tune with her emotions, and wears them on her sleeve. This is what allows her to do her job so well, as she's the Architect of the Soul, coming up with the descriptions of the characters after Illustro creates them. Problems:I'm surprised I never drew an ahoge on her head, cause she's kiiiiiind of dumb. She's very much like a Labrador puppy. Cute and adorable, but also doesn't know her own strength, seems to have traded intelligence for friendliness points, and once she gets going with something, she will not stop...even if she's obviously wrong. She's also very forceful, and oblivious at times, so she has a habit of accidentally forcing people to do stuff, even if they reeeeeally don't want to by sheer force of will and encouragement. She also unintentionally limits herself because of her single minded approach to things. For example, her powerset is actually extremely vast and varied due to her realm of influence...but because she REALLY likes the ocean and the sea, she really only utilizes abilities from that area.  Phobias: Surprisingly, for her go getter attitude, she has a big fear of needles and underground places. So caves are especially terrifying to her. Style and Mannerisms: Easily flips back and forth between speaking rapid fire Tagalog and English. Her accent is noticably aussie though, and she doesn't give a damn if you can't understand the terms she uses. If you aren't bilingual, it'll be almost impossible to keep up with anything she says. She's very touchy, and she'll absolutely embrace anyone in a massive hug (she's also surprisingly strong.) Usually can be seen rocking back and forth on her heels, as she's not a big fan of standing still. She's remarkably fast, and has in fact done the "naruto run" at least a few times in her life. She's definitely big on memes, and if you pay attention to the backgrounds of certain comics, she will absolutely be cameoing somehow doing some sort of meme. Always at the front of the line if walking with a group, chastising everyone fore being too slow. She has an aversion to nicknames, though is a bit hypocritical since she uses them on others repeatedly.

Relationships: She tries so hard here, but ultimately her luck with people just isn't good enough. She tends to either intimidate or scare off potential love interests. Illustro likes to tease her about it. In fact, the two share a very sibling like relationship, with all the ups and downs.  Likes: Travelling, exploring world cultures is one of her weak points, and if she's in a country, she will absolutely get absorbed into it, picking up the fashion, food, mannerisms, and etc in less than a week. She's like a chameleon, it's actually really impressive. She's also big on composing music, although she's still learning the ropes in that regard. Movies are her bread and butter, and she will obsess over film and cinema history.  Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Powers: Serif-im is exceptionally sharp and precise. They blade never dulls, but more importantly, she can look into her enemies history, personality, and etc and just...rewrite it. Rohan Kishibe style. She's really skilled with the sword too, giving it properties if she can write about it on any surface. Sound effects come to life as well. She also has access to the entire spectrum of flora and fauna to fight on her behalf, alongside bestowing their abilities onto herself.  Weaknesses: She unintentionally limits herself due to her hyperfixations. Tunnel vision is a surprisingly common problem for her, and it takes DRASTIC measures and situations to shake her out of her mindset. Also, as the avatar of life, anything antithetical to it affects her hard, so necromancy and the like tend to make her queasy.

Favorites: Color: Magenta, maroon, scarlet, light pink, and chocolate. Animal: Sheep, seals, pretty much every sea creature at all.  Places: Pshh, try places she doesn't like for a shorter list. Food: Meatloaf and Strawberry flavored sodas. Media: Film

Songs Associated with Her: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jX9KYx… "Groove Is In The Heart Vs. Le Freak" DJ Hero 2 www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoWyne… "K2G" Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi www.youtube.com/watch?v=voMXqN… "Bomb Rush Blush (Smash Mix)" Tomoya Ohtani

Possible Voice Actress: Christine Marie Cabanos, mainly because she's got the spunk with Filia in Skullgirls, SquidGirl in...the show of the same name, and other roles. But honestly, I can just sorta see her voice coming from Esther's looks alone, but maybe find some way to throw in that spanish accent and some rapidfire bilingual confusion~

[exsqueezememacaroni]

Well, today is apparently a rest day (but at least I don't have covid!), so let me wax poetic about this pic from 20 years ago. I'm feeling some hard nostalgia feels, but trust me, it's probs hormones.

So that's me, second in from the left. This is the day I left a sorta kinda commune on Maui for grad school in australia. The guy in the red shirt was one of the 'managers' - addicted to painkillers, but otherwise a nice enough dude. I was in 'a thing' with the guy in the middle and woman next to him (do I have a taste for skinny australian guys? naaaah (yeah)). They were both so beautiful, and complicated, and lovely. Most nights we used to roll smokes for each other, read a verse from the Tao Te Ching, and then do terrible things to each other. That girl had a real knack for packing a bowl while driving with her knees. I never saw them again after this picture was taken. The guy all the way to the right I shall name bc i doubt it's his real one: Captain Bob. Capn Bob is exactly as cool as he looks - he had a boat and would split his time between Alaska and Hawaii (which a lot of people out there do, I think?). He made all the necklaces, etc. we're wearing (you can't see, but the three of us in the middle have on matching anklets). Yes, his dick is the only thing holding up that sarong. He was the elder statesman and he used to lead us on field trips to find shrooms in the cow patties. Out of everyone there, I miss him the most and I hope he's still captaining out there somewhere. There were maybe about 15 people living on this property, but the 5 of us hung out the most. We'd lay out under dark skies and talk. We'd weed the garden. We'd go to the secret nude beach and swim from dusk til dawn. One night at that beach, we were smoking in the parking lot and I happen to strike up a conversation with some random dude who turned out to be someone from my class in hs??

I have no memory of who took the picture. Actually, it was probably the landowner?

I was so used to peeing outdoors at this point that when I got to the airport and had to go to the bathroom I almost had a panic attack in the stall. Though, I'm sure there was more to it than that (but for real, the claustrophobia!) - I didn't last long in grad school, but I'd like to think it was more about the racism and general backwaters mentality run rampant throughout northeastern oz, and also the fact that by the time I got to school I was already done with academia. I'm also sure there was a part of me still stuck at this place with these people, and while it was mostly dysfunctional, that's the hallmark of dysfunction, right?

god, I don't even have that hat anymore....

[wench-and-jezebel]

Stranger Things Reaction: The Vanishing of Will Byers

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts: A Flashback Series

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I ain't never seen an elevator whose doors are this slow to close, I'm sorry

I mean, I guess flickering lights might interfere with elevators, but still

Oof, elevator closing wouldn't have saved him anyway.

YOUNG DUSTIN IS SO CUTE!  MY GOD, HE'S ADORABLE!  I mean, not saying anything against him nowadays but he's so adorable here!!!

Okay, I'm sorry, but, from a DM standpoint, if the players are already guessing what "surprise" monster is coming, that's kinda unfortunate.  Like, they were already bickering about whether the demogorgon were coming before Mike (I think?  idk, DM kid) played his surprise thing

The surprise was well done --- I'd've added something after "that didn't come from the troglodytes"... instead of "That came from something else" I'd've said, "That came from whatever the troglodytes were running from", but it was still well done --- but them knowing the surprise already is still iffy storytelling

They’re all so smol!?!?!? Babies

NOOO NANCY WAS SO MEAN!?  DUSTIN GOES UP ALL CUTELY AND OFFERS HER A PIZZA SLICE AND SHE SLAMS THE DOOR???? RUDE!

Dustin = current beloved of the show

Wait, hold up.  Will just crashed his bike because of a creepy thing standing in the middle of the road, and said thing (about which I'd forgotten the first time) looked like Vecna.  Were they setting this up early, or am I making this up? 

Oh, or maybe not; apparently the Demogorgon was humanoid.  I must have been mixing it up with a different creature... maybe some of the zombie dogs in Resident Evil.  I thought the demogorgon had flower-teeth-face-things... idk

So weird seeing future regulars be listed as “also starring” or something like that

Okay, Hopper looks kinda like shit

alskdjflakdfj Okay, but Will's mom getting on Johnathan is a bit uncool

Dustin continues to be adorable

Well, shit, Steve… that's an entrance

"I'm stealthy, like a ninja" aslkdjf;alksdfj BUDDY Steve, you are not 

Nancy looks so different.  Well, they all do, but still

Well, at least I'm not the only one thinking Hopper looked like hell

Wait, hold up aslkdjflakjsdf CHRISSY CARPENTER?!  Someone had a girlfriend named Chrissy C and decided to run with it

Oop- biohazard, that always goes well

NOT THE DUCT TAPE

Hello there, Eleven

She's awfully calm and trusting for someone in a lab for ages (re. her walking in without any haste whatsoever)

I find it kinda hard to believe that he could see her over that counter when she’s soooo tiny, but oh well

Them geeking out over the radio is so cute

I love Mr. Clarke so much

The Australian accents too

Hopper already done with this shit

Mike’s looking pretty damn laser-focused, just saying.  If they’re all best friends, then why is he so serious compared to the others, hmmmmm?  *cough cough* Byler *cough cough*

"After school, you are all to go home and stay there" Yeah, right.  Hopper, buddy, when does that ever work

I love Joyce so much

El is very… yellow. I'm sure her being in a yellow shirt that looks too big for her and is all ill-fitting while she doesn't look comfortable there at all has nothing to do with Mike's color being blue and Will's being yellow and her and Mike having a thing, of course not. *cough cough* Byler *cough cough*

Wait, that’s right; she’s nearly nonverbal… how tf can she talk so much/well in the s4 flashbacks?

kasjdf I love that scene… she telekinetically turns off the fan and then just goes back to her fries like it was nothing

Oh, look, the Byers’ phone is yellow

Hopper acting like the doorknob hitting the wall is conclusive; buddy, she just said she had two boys, and I’m willing to bet that door gets slammed a bunch

Oop- flickering light and broken wood

Mike’s very… impassioned… about Will’s wellbeing *cough cough* Byler *cough cough*

Oh, Ted.  *sigh*

Not Mike being very.  Concerned.  About Will. *cough cough* Byler *cough cough*

ldkflaksdf Not Steve trying and failing to sneak into Nancy's house.  Yeah, bud, you're sure as shit a ninja, mmmhmm, of course

Also.  Knowing what I know from the future.  “Steve trying and failing to sneak into Nancy’s house” is kinda really sad.  Nancy might be pissed at her parents for putting her on house arrest, but it is at least them caring about their kids, so what's it say that Steve's easily able to wander around?

Oof, this poor dude.  I remember what happens to him and he deserved betterrrr

WAIT HOLD UP Steve's actually helping her study asld;kfja;lskdjf;alkfd

alksdjf;lakjsdf not Johnathan blaming himself for Will going missing and Joyce being all "don't do tht to yourself it wasn't your fault" after ragging on him for it less than an episode ago

The yellow phone is back

Eleven!  Dun dun duuun!

Ep 1 is done!

[talenlee]

Wip Assessment 1

I keep my files organised in directories on my hard drive, which is a thing the youths don’t do any more, because of woke. I even use silly tricks to handle how they’re organised. Did you know you can put a ! on the front of a directory name, which will ensure it’s always sorted to the top of the list, so if there’s some sort of universal toolset or template directory you want, you can use that to keep it up the top for easy access? These are useful tips for if you want to run the Windows version of Xtree Gold, which they call ‘Explorer’ to manage your files.

I keep my games in progress there. Hypothetically, that’s also where completed games go. I haven’t completed many games this year. Or last year. Or — look, it’s been rough since basically 2020, that’s when I can say for sure things got difficult. There have been a lot of reasons to slow down production, not the least of which is just money. Making games is a hobby and it costs money and I’ve just not had as much to play with lately. Shipping costs have changed, production costs have changed. I’ve talked about this before.

But those are why the game doesn’t get pushed to a product that I can sell you.

As of this moment I have 34 directories in my GameDev directory, with components of games of some degree or another, that are all labeleld as, in their own way, ‘WIP.’ Works in Progress. What are they waiting on? What is keeping the Works In Progress as In Progress?

There’s a piece of terminology you’re going to hear me use here, which is something-complete. Art-complete and rules-complete are the two big ones. That’s not the same thing as done though because games are more than just their rules and their art. There’s a final step which is all the presentation; putting the art in the card frame for people to read, making packaging, and presenting rulebooks. That stuff is things I’ll refer to as ‘presentation’ here.

The Botch

Start Date: This is a revision to the game planned in 2021.

Current State: This revision is art-complete and rules-complete kinda.

The Botch is one of my most successful games — in the context of paid games, it might be the most successful one. It was made in a week with the art of a great friend, who was also similarly easily inspired to burn on a project fast. I like it a lot but over time I’ve grown a want to improve things about the game.

First of all, the game’s original microgame form factor was an allure because it made it cheaper. No box, no tin, you just got the cards and you could put them in whatever container you liked. I’ve learned this isn’t pleasant to most people, they want a box to put it in. Second, there are some wording changes I want to standardise, particularly around reactive items like the Dog and the Drink. Third, this game is hard for players to play confidently at first.

What I want to do with a revision of The Botch is:

Compile The Botch and The Botch is Back into a single tuckbox sized game

Standardise the rules text across all cards

Make reminder cards for the items and roles for players

Adjust the rules for potential lock states

Make a new tuckbox for the game

Hypothetically if there’s room for a stretch, add a timer micro-expansion, ‘Botching the Clock’ that gives the game a limited number of turns

There’s nothing holding up most of these wants beyond the feeling that I can afford buying test prints from whatever source I have on hand. I currently have four options for that:

DrivethruCards

Gamecrafter

A local printer whose name I don’t know

A local (as in Australian) game prototyper whose name escapes me

Unicornicopia

Start Date: This game was meant to be available Christmas 2018

Current State: The game is a collection of pieces. It is not quite art-complete. The rules system is barely started.

What happened? The subject of the game turned fourteen! This game was made for a kid who was turning eight, and then things kept it from being available on time, and it got forgotten. But since that kid changed, so has the stuff that kid can handle changed.

Originally, the game was designed to be conflict-averse, so nobody had to feel like another player was punishing them. It was also designed to be non-complex, so a kid wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the things happening to them. There was also a push to make the game gentle in what it asked you decide, so the outcomes were pretty even. These are all effects that make a game a little soft feeling, a little toothless, even if it’s complicated to make. It’s not bad to make games for conflict averse kids who aren’t good at math, of course!

What I have here is a concept and some math. The thing I’m trying to fish around for now is the idea of a game where you’re collecting pairs of cards to make Unicorns; one half of them show butts and one half of them show heads, and you stick them together. Each card has one and a half symbols, and if the two halves match when you stick a unicorn together, then you get a third symbol. Each pairing of Unicorns does something to your symbols – right now, the only option I have is increasing or decreasing your score – and I want it so no unicorn card does anything to its own ‘half’ symbols. If you have a unicorn that’s got ABC on its cards, then you need another unicorn that does something to B cards to get anything special out of that.

This system intrigues me, and I like the aesthetic and the funny names you can get out of jamming unicorns together?

Lysen Co.

Start Date: I made most of the work on Lysen Co late in 2023.

Current State: Art complete, rules complete, ready for a playtesting copy.

What’s holding up Lysen Co? The push I think this game needs is the feeling that I can get a prototype made. I need to look into the services that will get me a prototype and how quickly. As it is, the game is almost ready for a prototype copy – art-complete, rules-complete, and it’s even got the structure file I use to produce the prototype PDF!

But I feel like unless I can then do something with that PDF, then it’s just going to sit on my hard drive. I want to print it out and take it somewhere and playtest it. I have a class of students who I’d love to show me playtesting!

Also, making the pdf using the structure file is a little intimidating. I keep wanting to ask Fox for help doing it, and then modest resistance stops me asking.

Die Rich

Start Date: This game had its rulebook started in 2017

Current State: Art-complete, rules-complete

Die Rich is so complete I have a copy in my bag. I have played it with my students. I have played it at conventions. I like this game a lot. Right now it is waiting on a proofread and art revision from someone else and a decision on how many copies of it we can afford to stock. At the moment, that number is not a big number, which sucks.

I’m told the box is a little drab and could be made a bit better looking and the overall look of the game could use improving, so I’m waiting on being able to consult on ways to improve that, but as it is? I could just flick a switch on DriveThruCards and make this game available for sale right now. It wouldn’t have a properly written rulebook available anywhere, though.

I should get in the habit of doing this.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

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🩵 for the get to know me q+a 🩵

11) Do you want children?

13) Baths or showers?

16) What do you typically have for breakfast?

18) Favorite swear word?

19) What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

22) What is your favorite accent?

24) Are you scared of spiders?

29) Are you a gossip?

33) What makes you nervous?

34) Are you scared of the dark?

37) Have you ever done drugs?

38) Who was your first real crush?

43) What makes you angry?

44) Do you like your own name?

45) Comfort character of all time

48) Earphones, headphones or wireless ones?

49) Would you date someone you met online after getting to know them for long enough to genuinely start something serious?

50) what birth control methods do you use or would you use?

61) what’s your favorite smell?

62) what are your biggest insecurities?

63) are you more attracted to people who are older than you, younger than you, or the same age as you?

64) are you afraid to walk alone at night?

65) What do you think is the weirdest kink?

66) Should hickey's be visible or hidden?

67) Cutest kiss? (Forehead, cheek, hand etc.)

i'm sorry i always go for the longest questions 🤣 but it's because i love you so damn much my blue 🩵

Hey my anonymous love! I may not always know who everybody is, but when I get a long list of questions, I know it's you babe!💙

11) Do you want children?

I do! My baby fever is actually insane which is why I have my reborn doll to help hold me over for the next 2-3 years until I'm ready for my first real baby.

13) Baths or showers?

Showers. Baths always freaked me out as a kid because I always thought of it as just kinda sitting in a pool of your own dirt lol. So I much prefer showers.

16) What do you typically have for breakfast?

Grits and bacon are usually my go-to. A lot of people aren't fans of grits, but I LOVE them.

18) Favorite swear word?

Daddy Fucker. I accidentally called this poor nurse a daddyfucker when he had to give me a shot in my butt. Thankfully, he found it hilarious.

19) What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

I think it was something insane like 28-30 hours last year. I had to work a full 12 hour shift and then I came home and had to move out of my apartment and that took a long time so I got no sleep!

22) What is your favorite accent?

I think Australian. Something about it is so fun to me.

24) Are you scared of spiders?

Absolutely. They terrify the living daylights out of me. Always have. If I see a spider, I immediately need someone to come kill it. I will scream and run and freak tf out.

29) Are you a gossip?

My gf says I am lol. There might be a little truth to that. But it's never malicious.

33) What makes you nervous?

Being perceived in public. When I'm out in public by myself, something about other people taking notice of me and what I'm doing makes my anxiety go up. But I have an anxiety disorder so that's just kind of my life.

34) Are you scared of the dark?

Yes. I usually have to have some source of light when I sleep. Usually, it's the TV. At the very least, it's my phone.

37) Have you ever done drugs?

I partake in some oregano when I'm bored lol. But that's it.

38) Who was your first real crush?

It was a boy in my first grade class named Christopher. I was into him real bad. He was so cute and funny to me. I hope he's doing well.

43) What makes you angry?

Ignorance and people just not minding their own business. Like please just let people do their thing if it doesn't effect you.

44) Do you like your own name?

I like my name. I think it's cute and it fits me. Especially knowing what my name almost was.

45) Comfort character of all time

There's so many to pick from. The one that comes to mind right now is Ishida from A Silent Voice. I relate to him and his struggles so hard. It makes me feel seen.

48) Earphones, headphones or wireless ones?

Wireless headphones are my favorites. They're the most comfortable and usually have the best sound quality in my opinion.

49) Would you date someone you met online after getting to know them for long enough to genuinely start something serious?

Yea. I met my current gf on tinder so I have no issue with dating people that I meet online.

50) what birth control methods do you use or would you use?

I use the pill. Well, I've been off it for a while, but it's my personal preferred method. I've been thinking about switching to the shot though. Not like I really need to worry about getting pregnant right now anyways.

61) what’s your favorite smell?

The comfort aromatherapy scent from Bath & Body Works. It's vanilla and patchouli. It smells soooo good.

62) what are your biggest insecurities?

Soooo many. I like to fake like I'm so into myself, but truth be told, I'm actually super self-conscious about my body. Particularly, my boobs and my tummy.

63) are you more attracted to people who are older than you, younger than you, or the same age as you?

My age range is for people only a couple years younger than me (maybe 23 at the youngest), but it's a wider range for older (I'd maybe cap it at like 38-ish). There's a draw for older and younger so it just depends on the personality. But I tend to lean older usually.

64) are you afraid to walk alone at night?

Yea because I live in the hood lol.

65) What do you think is the weirdest kink?

Scat play. I could never. I won't yuck someone else's yum, but I just do not understand it in the slightest and I don't want to.

66) Should hickey's be visible or hidden?

It's always more fun if they're visible in my opinion.

67) Cutest kiss? (Forehead, cheek, hand etc.)

Forehead is my favorite personally.

Thanks for the questions love! <333

[allgonejeon]

All the messages I never sent you from my notes (pt1)

To Age. From when we first broke up (Feb 21, 2023), I wrote to you on my notes so I had an outlet. I sent a few to you, but here’s the whole list…

2/23 2:03am

I’ve been trying to forget you but Australian tiktoks keep showing up on my fyp and I never used to get them before. I keep pressing “not interested” but they keep popping. I blame u 😤

2/23 12:36pm

The more I think about it, the more I realize you never respected me or my feelings. Not to the fullest at least. You’d bring up your ex without regard of my feelings and tell me that it was different with her because you were able to touch her. You treated the situation like 🤷🏻‍♂️ and didn’t apologize through phone, only text.

2/23 2:11pm

Wonderwall played from one of my playlists. I was going to skip it, but i put it on repeat. I know you don’t miss me at all, but damn do I miss you. And I really hate it.

2/23 11:43pm

Some dude I met at A’s last week just slid in my DMs just now and I just liked his message lol. Like, no. Also, one of the guys that girl brought to the party DMd me too. He invited me to dinner with some friends and I said yes. He’s super sweet and hes pretty cool, but the the thing is that I don’t feel anything when I would usually feel excited. It’s like no matter what dude comes to me, I don’t have the heart to try with anyone. And there have been a few. I’m assuming that’s how you’re feeling right now, but not about me. I know it’s only been a day, but man do I miss you. While you’re missing someone else, I’m here missing you like crazy and I hate it. I genuinely don’t think you miss me though. Not one bit. But I do. I miss you texting me about your day, I miss you calling me cute or cactus or chihuahua or princess or you calling me by my full name. I miss you sending me random tiktoks and random pictures of what you’re doing. I miss you being there when I’m having panic attacks. I miss your voice, I miss you ranting about the most random things. I miss when you tell me about chubs or how unbearable work was. I miss being there for you. And I miss having someone to talk to at night before I go to sleep. It became a habit I loved.

I saw this one tiktok where it said “while he’s chasing someone else and you’re chasing after him, who’s chasing after you?”. I think the objective was to instill some feeling of being pathetic, and it kinda hit.

I feel pathetic for still wanting things to work out and hoping we both change and be good for each other in the future. But I’m terrified that you don’t want that, and I’m currently preparing myself for that. Because I’m sure that is surely the case.

2/24 2:50am

I can’t sleep and I miss you so much. But I really don’t think you miss me. And that kinda makes me sad.

2/24 10:34am

We’re driving past a street named “cactus”. It reminded me of you.

2/24 1:45pm

I’m seeing couples everywhere. They’re drinking mimosas next to each other or drinking coffee and laughing. And all I can think about how it must’ve been you with her. I’m sitting at a table next to a couple, his arm over her shoulder. I keep torturing myself and thinking if you’ve ever done that with her. And how you miss it.

2/25 2:47pm

It finally caught up to me. It’s so painful having to hold it all on when you’re in the back seat of the car and having to swallow hard so no one finds out you’re falling apart right behind them. My tears are running, I’m holding my breath, my nose is stuffy and I want to sob but I can’t right now.

2/25 5:18pm

I just realized I’ve had my phone on dnd since last we spoke.

2/25 5:38pm

You were never here but I’ve made so many memories of you here. All the places I’ve been to that I’ve talked to you in. It’s insane how that kinda works. Trader Joe’s. I was there picking flowers and stopped in front of the roses to text you for five minutes straight one time.

2/26 3:28am

You just posted a note that said “ever wonder if your crush actually likes you?” and that stung me so hard because I know it’s not me you’re talking about. Call me sensitive but I just literally cannot believe how you move on so fast. You said there was no one else.

2/28 5:13pm

A week has passed today. I only realized because I’m back at Barnes and noble to do the study with Eve. It’s not the same location though. I teared up at the thought of going back there– to the same Barnes. I knew I’d have to walk through the same side of the marketplace, the same doors, the same environment, the same empty music area in the back of the store I hid to talk to you. The same one where I anticipated this would end. And i don’t think I can do that. Ive been thinking a lot about the situation. At first I wanted to think that you didn’t want me to leave, but now I’m starting to believe that you probably didn’t care I did. I’m afraid you don’t miss me. I wonder if your personal trainer mentions me still or if you even told him you “broke up” with me so that he wouldn’t mention me at all. I wonder if you think of me when you see Chubbs. I wonder if you think of me when you hear “America”. I wonder if you miss calling me still or texting me or just having me around. I wonder if you regret ever giving up on me. I think that, although it pains me, it’s best to believe that you won’t come back and that you’re moving on as we speak. And to tell you the truth, I feel pathetic that I still miss you and that my heart still clings to you. And I absolutely tear myself to shreds that I let the most sheltered part of me grow attached to you in such little time and in such a way that I can’t seem to move on for the time being; my heart.

3/2 2:48pm

I’m dog sitting again at the same house we FaceTimed for the first time. I was dreading coming, honestly. I’m in the family room where I was calling you and laughing with you. I was in the kitchen where the sink is; the same place I set my phone down while I was doing dishes and you working on school. You complimented my purple rain shirt and we talked about how awful trump was lol. I went into the wing of the house where you spoke to Sarah for the first time and helped her with her test. Damn I miss you still. But I’m okay. Hope you’re okay too with what you’re dealing with right now.

I went to First Friday with my friends tonight. It sucks that I still wish you were here in person. I spoke to P about you yesterday (3/2) and she was sad. Today I told her that I’m trying to convince myself that you don’t care and she used the sternest voice, saying “you can’t really think that, right? There is no way that boy does not care about you. Why else would he have stayed so long and blah blah blah…” and idk. Although I’m trying to convince myself of the worse, it kinda makes me feel good she said that. Man I miss you so much.

Also, I posted some stuff on my close friends and public story. I know it’s stupid and weird but I kinda wonder what you thought of them. If you felt anything at all or if you just didn’t care at all.

3/4 6:32pm

I took my time to unfollow all the boys I don’t know. Those random boys who followed or whom I’ve followed. I’ve been meaning to do it for a while but I finally got around to doing it. There’s a number of reasons, I guess. None of them mean anything to me. I only kept the guys I know personally. I unfollowed everyone else. I still have yet to unfollow some girls but I know I’ll get around to it. I think the only boy I kept that I don’t have any other mutuals with (except for Sarah) is you. I think my hopes of being with you again are slim to none, but I think my heart still clings to you. And I can’t seem to unhinge it.

Also, I read back our messages for the first time and man. The feelings all came back. It felt as if you never left. And it hurts me a bit.

4/9 1:49am

I was at a party tonight, I didn’t know most of them, just a few. But as I was wondering my eyes around, I noticed a familiar guy staring at me. He even made his way to me while I was asking for a cocktail. I admit, he’s cute. He’s tall and he seems super sweet. He asked for my number before I left and I was kinda excited about it. I left early to go to dinner with friends then had a midnight trip to an ice cream place in downtown. The girls hyped me up and I pulled one of my friends to the side and told her I felt kinda guilty. But what she said was right. You’re stuck on another girl and you’re probably talking to other girls too. There was no point on waiting for you when you made it clear you were still stuck on someone else and won’t come back. But to be completely honest, I feel like I was forcing myself to be happy and excited. He texted me that same night as I was paying for my ice cream and we made plans to get together the next week. And I think the only reason I felt the way that I did was because I was making plans with someone that wasn’t you. Sure, I had a dude texting me, but it wasn’t the person I wanted it to be. But at this point I have to accept the way things are right now. I miss you still, but man do I still feel so pathetic for wanting you after I know you don’t want me. After everything you told me. After explicitly telling me how much you loved your coworker and how you missed kissing her and holding her. It stings. But maybe this is what I need to just forget it. I doubt you care though.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Un ballo in maschera (Met, 1980): Reactions, Part III

this opera could have so easily been solved if polyamory was widely accepted

surely we can come up with a solution more reasonable than *checks notes* killing your wife? no? well i tried

“silence, adulteress!” “almighty god!” “ask him for mercy!”

not gonna lie, that exchange is kinda baller

YES GO OFF AMELIA

once again, BURYING THE LEDE (that renato and amelia are PARENTS)

brava!!! also this aria is *insert incoherent noises* it gets you good 😭

love how the cameraperson just zooms in the portrait on whoever’s being referred to in the text

evidently that aria also got him good enough to make him no longer want to kill her

okay, see, now killing riccardo isn’t a good solution either

is that supposed to be the pav???

“ERI TUUUUUUUUUUU CHE MACCHIAAAAAAAAVI QUELL’AAAAAAAAAANIMA”

this aria just has everything i love it so much

you’re not winning any Dad of the Year awards any time soon—holding your kid hostage (essentially) ain’t okay

i may have known this opera for over eight years now, but to this day i cannot tell you who is sam and who is tom in the opera. i simply cannot.

(also LOVE backing this super-martial ensemble with harps played almost like they’re percussion instruments)

let’s have a raffle!

on a scale from 1 to 10 of how unnecessarily but wonderfully extra something is, making your wife draw the name of who will kill a guy she loves (your former bestie and current boss) has to be at least a 17

verdi did not have to go so hard writing this lot drawing scene but he did and i am extremely thankful

congrats on winning the murder raffle i guess

my little ball of sunshine has returned!!!

rooooooooooooooll credits!

“oscar no don’t look at the papers for the murder raffle!”

“what? this? idk what you just said but heehee it probably isn’t important” *crumbles it up*

oh sweet summer child

an absolute KNOCKOUT of an ensemble

amelia/oscar absolute BROTP

this scene is legit so sad. ungh.

Area Tenor Is Actually Able To Make Sacrifices

totally not foreshadowing!

AWWWWWWW HE’S A MINI ME OF RICCARDO

dude you going to the ball ESPECIALLY AFTER BEING SPECIFICALLY WARNED NOT TO is a TERRIBLE idea

tenors…

and here we are at last!!! at the BALLO IN MASCHERA!!!

(also @ the met audience: you do not have to clap for a set just because there is a chandelier)

girlies’ night out

rude

love this aria, love this character, love the device of freezing background characters

the pageboy squad!

nooooooooooooo don’t manipulate the innocent trouser role

“oh fuck! i, the innocent trouser role, just got manipulated”

the masked ball music just objectively slaps!

gasps of amazement for THE BRITISH

it’s a wedding cake dress

opera logic: taking off your masks at a masked ball while you are actively being sought!

most awkward way to break up with your…”well it’s complicated” not-quite-girlfriend ever

at least it’s not a kitchen knife! (also uh…at least the australian director got our country’s favorite way of killing people correct?)

nooooooooooooooooooo

fastest way to ruin a perfectly good party smh

poor oscar just sitting there helplessly also someone PLEASE give the party band the memo

L for riccardo for having to talk about being in love with his bestie’s wife in front of everyone tbh

Area Baritone Realizes He Fucked Up

at least he forgave them!

this little chorus right here is so beautiful and so sad

NOT HIM HUGGING OSCAR 😭😭😭

and the look of just total HORROR on oscar’s face when he falls

rip riccardo :(

grief bonding moment

to quote an iconic post that i don’t remember who posted it right now, “we don’t like this ball anymore”

and that’s the end! one of verdi’s very best

[cookiewrites]

Hii im just spilling thoughts rn HAHA.

sooo you and changbin had a thing going on when u were younger,u stayed friends w his whole group but just kinda had beef w bin after it,n yall always bark at each other and just rlly are like mean to each other but behind closed doors yall do the nastyyyy

hate sex? yes please.

i can totally see this with binnie though, he seems like the kind of guy to hold one hell of a grudge - and even if you hadn't done anything wrong he'd happily blame you for it because it's easier than admitting how much he wants you. it may have been a legitimate reason to break things off when you were younger but the idea of you seeing other people makes him sick; you were his and will always be his.

but the poor man cannot communicate this for the life of him, so he settles for shoving you into cupboards at parties to make you choke on his cock, and calling you at three am to belittle you as he makes you cum on his fingers so many times you cry; because no one can make you feel like he does.

for binnie it isn't hate, per say, it's this primal need to show you no one will ever replace him and how dare you believe otherwise; so i see overstimulation far more than edging, and he wants to see you cry, he wants to see you sorry. and for you; well it's just sex, the best sex you've ever had.

sorry I've been absent and this has took me so long, i haven't been doing great, but this is my longest piece to date so please enjoy <3

say sorry

wc: 2.7k

cw: hard dom!changbin x afab sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't do this), slapping (face and genitals), dirty talk, degradation, little bit of dumbification, names (sir for changbin, princess, slut, bitch and hole for reader), dacryphilia, no aftercare described, no explicit consent, alcohol mentioned, sex in a strangers bedroom, chan is there and talked about, idk it just feels very intense so heads up

depending on who you asked, various people could be blamed for the fact your red wine ended up all over changbin's white shirt, staining him with you.

changbin would swear it was your fault, your glass, your attitude, your fault. you walked over and had so confidently dangled it in front of him, threatening him with it as you screamed at him.

'i don't fucking belong to you seo changbin'

'how fucking dare you tell anyone any fucking different'

'just because your pathetic ass can't get laid doesn't mean you can stop me from getting some'

'you obsessed possessive pathetic excuse for a man'

and next thing everyone knows his white shirt is now red.

you would blame changbin, you never would have wasted a whole glass of wine on ruining his pale attempt at a party outfit if he hadn't told chan you were unavailable. you were plenty available and were extremely interested in being available to him; going home with someone was the only reason you came tonight. knowing the charming australian would be there, and changbin had gone out of his way to tell your mutual friend that you were seeing someone. a fucking lie.

chan, of course, would blame himself. he should never have told you what changbin said when you approached him and asked why he was ignoring you; he knew it was a bad idea to mention his friend around you. but here he was, watching you pour your drink all over changbin and suddenly wanting to leave.

'what the fuck y/n?!'

'you're so desperate you're screaming about it to the party, such a classy act'

'shut up changbin! this is your fault, you selfish asshole, i can't believe you-'

your shouting continues, the pointing and gesturing fading into the background as changbin looks down at his top; he could see how ruined it was, the dampness making the fabric stick to his skin, it felt disgusting. and it was your fault. before he realises it, he's grabbing your wrist, fingertips wrapping themselves around and holding on far tighter than he has any reason to as he drags you into the first empty bedroom he can find; slamming the door shut.

'what the actual fuck was that y/n?'

'i could ask you the same thing changbin i was really looking forward to-'

looking down at the connection between you, the skin of skin so electric it almost shocks you, this always happens when the two of you touch, almost setting you on fire, the spark is so strong; fueled with mutual desire and disgust.

'-forward to what, princess? forward to chan trying to work out how the fuck to make you cum he has no idea what he's-'

'that's your fucking friend you're talking about changbin, you dick'

'and for fucks sake let me go'

and he does, throwing your hand down as he storms towards whoever's wardrobe it was, looking for something to replace his ruined t-shirt with.

'i know he's my friend, and that's how i know he wouldn't be able to please you'

'i would have liked to find out for myself'

'you'd like a shit fuck?'

'shut up changbin'

slowly the shouting between you becomes a rumble, an annoyed diffused conversation as the two of you calm down. peeling the wet t-shirt off his chest, he used the dry sections to wipe the remaining wine off himself, laughing.

'if you are so desperate you can just come and beg me to touch you, i always make you feel good'

'beg for you? i'd rather go home to my vibrator than do that'

'and yet you're staring at me like you want to eat me.'

you were, but you'd never admit it, instead, you scoff at the idea, turning to leave.

'come here and clean it up.'

clear and distinct, changbin wasn't messing around. this wasn't a question or a request, it was an order, said in the exact same voice that he used when he would instruct you to cum. the exact voice that made the submissive part of your brain scream at you to obey, to go clean him up.

'that sounds like your problem binnie.'

he was walking towards you now, throwing the ruined t-shirt on the stranger's bed, until he was face to face with you.

'stop being a fucking brat and clean me up.'

'no.'

and suddenly the hand that was harshly holding your wrist minutes before was grabbing your hair, pulling your head to the left, a loud whine leaving your lips before you can even think to stop it. leaning forward changbin now whispered in your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck in a way that set you alight.

'now, princess, i am going to tell you one more time what i want you to do, and you're going to be a good fucking slut and do it, okay?'

silence, and another hard tug on your hair, prompted you to respond with a weak;

'yes sir.'

'oh, so you can behave?'

'knees. now.'

he said before shoving you down, forcing your knees to slam onto the floor, cushioned only slightly by the carpet. you look up at him and you already look ruined; cheeks flushed bright red from a mix of alcohol and arousal, makeup smudged slightly from a night dancing, hair a mess from changbin's forcefulness. however, changbin plans to ruin you so completely you barely recognise yourself when he's done.

'you always look your prettiest on your knees for me, princess'

'always ready to be a useful fucking hole for me'

'so what you're going to do is let me use that mouth of yours, make it good for something more than begging chan to pity-fuck you, and if you're a good toy i might let you cum, only if you're really really sorry for being such a bitch'

'so, princess, i'd start apologising now'

'say fucking sorry'

as he started to undo his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down you whisper out a 'sorry' that you yourself could barely hear.

'oh no, princess, i need you to say sorry.'

'actually, i need you to scream it, let this whole party know how fucking sorry you are for misbehaving'

'that's the closest chan will get to fucking you, hearing you scream how sorry you are through the walls' he laughs.

'sorry changbin' you say again, a bit louder, the embarrassment making the red flush further down your chest. but it isn't that that makes you gasp. what makes you gasp is the clear, loud, firm slap across your cheek; changbin smiling wildly as he does it.

'again.'

'sorry changbin'. another slap, this time on the other cheek, at least he was being merciful enough to spread them out. the pain making tears spring to your eyes, threatening to fall.

'again, fucking mean it.'

'sorry changbin!' louder this time, a cry. another slap. back on the first cheek again, and it really hurt this time. you hang your head, partly in shame, and partly to hide from his assault; which he won't let you do, of course, pulling your head back to make you look at him again. tears now running down your cheeks, soothing the now sore skin. changbin always found your wet glassy eyes so pretty.

'and what are you sorry for, princess?'

's-sorry for a-asking c-chan to sleep with m-me'

'not bad, but not quite what i wanted. say sorry for being a slut, nice and loud for me y/n'

's-sorry f-for being a s...slut s-sir' you say, far louder than you would ever hope to say those words, but you were hoping it was loud enough for changbin to take pity on you. the laugh you hear above you is cold, and embarrassing, making you even wetter than you already were.

'god, you're so fucking desperate, barely need to do anything to make you obey, such a fucking whore, thinking just with that hole of yours.'

the spit that lands on your face shocks you, but you're almost grateful for it, the way it cools your cheeks is almost nice.

'open up princess, be a good hole for me'

and you do, and you are, letting him assault your throat, immediately fucking himself in your mouth slightly too deep; just to make you choke on him out of spite; your gagging and gasping making him smile. seeing you punished for trying to whore yourself out was always satisfying.

but soon it wasn't. as pretty as you looked crying your mascara off, eyes rolled back into your head, as he mindlessly fucked himself into your throat, he wanted more. he wanted to remind you why you'll always come back to him. so he pulls out, letting go of his hold on your hair and letting you catch his breath.

'where are your manners princess? did they disappear when you chose to play the slut?'

't-thank y-you sir' you managed to say, although far raspier than before, changbin's use of your throat clear on your voice - and fuck does it turn you both on. changbin ignores you for a moment, stripping himself of his remaining clothes and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you; noting how you had not dared to move.

'behaving now i see' he says, wrapping his hand around his cock to lazily touch himself.

'get up off the ground, you're not a fucking dog' although he catches himself, laughing, before adding; 'you sure are a bitch though y/n'

'strip for me.'

you did, of course, peeling the skin-tight dress off to reveal the lack of any underwear; partly because of the dress you were wearing, but also because you didn't plan on needing any. what you thought was once a smart idea, was now another reason for changbin to continue this punishment; sitting silently staring at your naked body for just long enough to make you a little uncomfortable before saying something;

'couldn't even get dressed properly i see'

'you'd have let anyone at this party use you, bend you over and fuck you'

'apologise again, you sound so good begging for forgiveness'

'sorry for being a slut sir, please, i'm sorry'

he hums, continuing to stare, watching the way your arms tense as you tried to ignore the urge to cover yourself; knowing that would only anger him more and whilst changbin was so hot when he was mad, you needed to behave if you wanted any help with the throbbing between your legs.

'on all fours on the bed, princess' he instructs as he moves out of the way, allowing you to crawl your way on top of the covers. he marvelled at your obedience, particularly enjoying the way your arms shook from anticipation as well as holding yourself up.

what made you shake more though was the sudden feeling of his palm on your ass cheek, making you whine loud in the room. changbin stood back, enjoying the blooming red handprint mark you, knowing how sore that skin will be. he ignored the temptation to run his hand over the mark, soothing it.

this time he didn't even need to prompt your apology, as you sob out another beg for forgiveness. he smirked as he heard your voice, broken with hiccups, as he realises how far gone you are already.

silently he matches the handprint onto your other asscheek, seeing the way the force threw you forward and was followed by another apology as you steadied yourself, bracing for another impact.

instead, changbin surprised you, as he always tended to, and climbed behind you on the bed. lining himself up he rubbed the head of his cock up and down your cunt, spreading your wetness around as you whined for more.

'f-fuck me s-sir please!'

'princess i already know how desperate you are, since you wanted to whore yourself out to the whole party, so don't worry, i'll get there. i'm just enjoying myself.'

'...please' you whisper, unable to hold your needs inside you for a moment longer, not when he was this close. your inability to follow instructions the final straw of changbin as his anger bubbled up to the surface again.

'god do you ever shut up?! maybe i should go back to shutting that mouth up and leave you making a fucking puddle on the bed!'

's-sorry sir! sorry! sorry... please! sorry!'

and suddenly changbin fully seated himself into you, the stretch simultaneously delicious and painful. pulling himself fully out before bottoming out again, over and over, changbin's pace was nothing short of punishing.

'shut. up.'

'fuck y/n you're so fucking annoying'

'only good for this pussy of yours, i swear, just a fucking hole - ugh'

he continues to berate you as he filled you over and over again. if changbin was anything, he was a good fuck - always reaching all these perfect places inside of you, places you could never reach alone, or with anyone else. it's that, mostly, that always made you come back to him. no matter what he said to you, he always felt too good to forget. and as harsh as he was, once he'd broken you, he'd stay for as long as it took to put you back together again before you'd make him leave - something he never wanted to do.

'chan could never fuck you like this, ugh, could never fill you up'

'see how dumb you get for my cock, princess, only. ever. mine.'

'fuck, turn over, want to see that pretty fucking face'

you did just that, shakily moving and then sinking into the mattress, your mind floating away as you spread yourself for changbin to seat himself back inside you. his arms, veins on display, as he held himself up, hovering over you as he restarted his brutal pace.

'you're such a fucking mess princess, won't be able to walk out of this party without people knowing what a fucking slut you are'

'my pretty little slut'

'fuck - say sorry, you're so pathetic when you're apologising'

this last order was accompanied by a firm slap to your exposed clit, sending a pleasurably painful electric shock fire through your body. the way you screamed in response made changbin's cock twitch inside you, making the scream turn into the loud moan, which in turn became repeated apologies;

'sorry sir, f-for being a s-slut sir, s-sorry sir, sorry, for b-being b-bad, i'm s-so s-sorry...'

grabbing your chin with slightly too much force, changbin saw a new wave of hot tears break their way out of your eyes as you continued to beg for forgiveness and he realised it was time to let you cum, he was close enough to finish as soon as he entered you, he'd been holding on this whole time. this didn't mean he wasn't pissed anymore but he felt like you really were sorry for trying to share what was his; has always been and always will be.

'if you can cum for me princess, i'll forgive you'

'show me who this pretty cunt belongs to'

'y-you changbin! y-you!'

'yeah, princess, it's all mine, now cum for me'

you wanted to, so badly, but changbin just felt so far away, so you reached up and grabbed him by the hair forcing your lips to connect for the first time tonight. it was far too much teeth and tongue and aggression but it was what pleasure was between the two of you; biting and venomous and angry. it was exactly what you needed to start spasming around his cock, moaning his name between your attempts of kisses and somehow trying to catch your breath.

he pulled out and soon followed, cumming over your stomach as the once bitter kiss began to turn sweet - changbin always struggled to keep ahold of his anger once he finished. suddenly wanting to bundle you up and relax.

pulling back from the kiss he looked down at you, makeup nowhere near where it was meant to be, fresh tears threatening to fall over flushed red cheeks. and he thought you looked beautiful.

's-sorry b-binnie, s-sorry'

'shush princess, i forgive you, i'm always happy to remind you that you're all mine'

'y-yours.'

[fairytheo]

enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for. 

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,, 

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3 

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday 

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;] 

f a s h i o n  c o u p l e 

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements. 

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him 

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL 

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise. 

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>) 

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33  

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED . 

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!! 

MIRROR SELCAS

MIRROR SELCAS 

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P” 

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!) 

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,, 

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies) 

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !! 

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^ 

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around 

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

[lightsovermonaco]

Speed and Stress: Part 2

Masterlist

Thank you to @acollectionofficsandshit for betaing, your comments on this one were unhinged gold 

Word Count: 3.1k

Recommended Vibes: “Perfect Day” by Tundra Beats

Part 1

Your brother was late. Not that anyone was surprised.

“Got the time mixed up,” he says as you climb into his absurdly tall truck. Living in Texas for three years had turned him into somewhat of a country boy, though not enough that he forgot his upbringing. He was still a blue blooded Los Angeles boy, just with a love for trucks and longhorn cattle.

“At least I wasn’t waiting for an hour this time,” you say and sling your bag to the backseat. Deciding to get right to the good stuff, you clasp  your hands together. “So! I have some news.”

Hunter grins at you. “You finally found a job?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “No, dipshit. Better than that. I got us paddock passes for the whole weekend.”

“WHAT?” He jerks the wheel, horns honking at you as other drivers swerve. You grab the dash to steady yourself, laughing at his outburst. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get general admission tickets? How the hell did you get paddock passes?”

“May have met someone pretty high up at McLaren in Los Angeles,” you say, examining your nails.

“Like, Zak Brown? You met Zak Brown?” Hunter was such a fan boy, you had to laugh. His love for McLaren ran so deep he practically bled blue and orange. The only reason you watched the sport was because of him shoving it down your throat for years, but damn if you weren't glad for it.

“Daniel Ricciardo.”

Hunter choked on air but managed to stay in his lane this time. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I didn’t know it was him when I met him! He was on a motorcycle and I stopped to help film a tiktok and then-”

“Of course you’d stop,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re a sucker for bikes.”

“Yeah well, lucky that I am, cause all I had to do was flirt to get us those passes.”

Your intention had never been to take advantage of Daniel. It was more the opposite in fact; you were just living in the moment and capitalizing on the once in a lifetime opportunity to flirt with your celebrity crush. You had to admit, it turned out better than you'd ever thought it would.

“I can’t believe you seduced Daniel freakin’ Ricciardo,” he says, shaking his head. “You astound me.”

“I didn’t seduce him!” You protest.

"Sorry my bad. You charmed him. That sound better?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. I damn near had a heart attack when I figured out it was him but he was kind enough to let me brush it off."

"Well, thank god for your two-wheeled obsession because without it, we would be watching the prix from the nosebleeds."

You laugh and shake your head. Hunter tended to have a poor filter when he was excited and tended to spew whatever was on his mind. "Just watch your tongue this weekend, alright? I'd rather embarrass myself than have you do it for me."

Hunter gives a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."

**********

You'd stuffed five different outfits in your bag in preparation for the grand prix weekend. In theory, it shouldn't be hard to decide what to wear. But Friday morning you changed clothes so many times you lost count. No matter what combination you tried you weren't satisfied.

Finally, you give up and settle on a McLaren polo and denim shorts. Simple and comfortable, but form fitting enough to catch Daniel's eye should you run into him.

You knew you shouldn't, but you pull out your phone to text him anyway.

Thanks again for the tickets. Let me know if you've got any free time so I can properly thank you!

You hit send before your brain has the chance to overanalyze the message. You check your phone obsessively the entire drive to the circuit, only half expecting a response. You tuck your phone in your pocket when you get to the gates, determined not to let it get to you. Daniel warned you he would be busy, and you knew that responding to you was likely on the low end of his list of priorities.

Hunter gets you to the circuit a half hour before they let fans in and you have to listen to him ramble about driver stats the entire time. Normally you don't mind; guessing who's most likely to win each Sunday is something of a competition in your household. But today, you couldn't focus enough to put any thought into your prediction, instead just blurting Daniel's name.

"You're only saying that cause he's into you," Hunter says, grinning savagely. "He struggles in Austin and you know it."

"So? He's in a McLaren this year. You saw his pace in Bahrain, and that was with a damaged floor! He'll podium for sure." You cross your arms and return his grin. "Besides, he's motivated."

"Oh, is he?"

"I told him I'd buy the winner of the United States grand prix a drink. Up to him whether it's him or Verstappen."

"Oh my god you have a date with Daniel Ricciardo?"

"Dude, chill out. It's not set in stone. Honestly, he's probably forgotten that I exist."

"Has he texted you?"

You glance down at your phone and are greeted with an empty inbox. "No. Not after the initial time so I could have his number." You shrug and pick an invisible piece of lint from your arm. "But he said he'd be too busy anyway."

"Guess we'll see once we get to will call, huh? If he's forgotten about you."

"Yeah." An odd feeling rolls through you. It feels a bit like nerves mixed with hope, but you stamp down on it. You were here to enjoy yourself. The trip of a lifetime had been handed to you on a golden platter and you were wont to let something as trivial as nervousness ruin it.

Bells chime as you step into the blissfully cool will call office. A blonde woman with a bit too much blush dusted on her cheeks greets you with a smile. 

"What can I do for you?"

"Picking up some tickets that were left for me by a driver?" You try, unsure of the proper procedure. "I don't have a paper or anything."

She waves a hand in the air as if she expected as much. "All I need is your identification. They should be under the name."

"Oh uh, of course." You motion for Hunter to hand over your wallet and show the woman your driver's license.

"Great. Wait here and I'll grab those for you."

You drum your fingers on the desk while waiting for her to return. After what feels like ages she re-emerges empty handed.

"I'm not seeing anything here with your name on it," she says, her plastic smile at odds with her sincerity. "I'm afraid your tickets aren't valid until Sunday."

"Can you double check? Daniel said they'd be here-"

"So sorry. There's no record of anyone dropping tickets off for you."

You blink, holding your tongue in the face of her blunt response. "Okay. I guess ill try and get it sorted out."

Hunter breaks the tension. "Can't you call him?"

"I can't just call him, I'm sure he's busy."

"Either that or we don't get in. Just do it, he gave you his number and specifically told you to let him know if there were any problems, didn't he?"

Yes he had, but that didn't mean you wanted to disturb him. He was probably knees deep in some sort of race weekend press conference or drivers meeting and heaven forbid you interrupt.  But it was either that or you slink home disappointed and empty handed.

"Fine," you grumble, pulling out your phone with deliberate slowness. Hunter crosses his arms and tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well?"

"It's dialing, you good for nothing busybody-"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to call," Daniel answers, voice radiating sunshine.

You cut right to the chase, not giving yourself a single second to evaluate how your heart skips. "Look, I don't wanna distract you on a race weekend but I'm at will call and they're telling me they can't find any passes left for me."

"Let me guess," he starts, raising his voice to be heard over the pneumatic tools in the background, "You're dealing with Jenny?"

Your eyes fall to the name on the woman's lanyard. She shifts under your gaze like she knew exactly who you were on the phone with. "Yep. Spot on."

"Kinda figured she would be a problem. She's got a huge crush on me and does this every time."

You fight back the strange sensation his offhand comment brings to the surface. "Oh, really?"

"I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes or so."

"Oh you don't have to-"

"Hey, no big deal. I gotta go that way anyway."

"Uh, okay. See you soon?"

"Yup. On my way."

You hang up and stare down at the phone, stunned.

"Well?" Hunter asks.

"I guess he's coming here to sort it out himself."

He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Hold on. Are you telling me that I get to meet Daniel? Like right now?"

"Can you relax?" You laugh lightly. "Honestly you're gonna freak him out."

"Uh, yeah sure. No big deal, just meeting one of my favorite drivers in the minus five minutes and I'm completely unprepared. It's fine."

If you roll your eyes any harder they'd pop out of your head. "Relax. He's laid back, but I don't want you to freak out and embarrass us both."

"Excuse me," Jenny breaks in, her distaste clear. "Please move aside if you're not picking up passes."

"Er, yeah. Sorry." You shuffle awkwardly off to the side to wait. Cheesy elevator music plays and Jenny shoots you glares until the door squeaks open and the human incarnation of the sun steps inside. Your breathing stutters when the Australian shoots you a wink and a grin before sauntering up to the counter.

"Why hello there Jen," he says, and she giggles coyly. 

"Hi Daniel." She lays a hand on his forearm, the touch light and flirty. "What can I help you with?"

Daniel leans into her, whispering conspiratorially. Whatever he says has her bold smile faltering, replaced by a mask of professional cheer. Daniel shoots you another wink as the woman retreats to a back room, returning moments later with your supposedly missing passes.

"Thank you," Daniel says sweetly, taking them from her and turning to you. "I think these are yours."

"Thanks." You take the passes and hand one off to your awestruck brother. You nudge him and he comes to his senses in time to shake the hand Daniel sticks out.

"You must be the brother," he says. "I see you're a fan."

Dressed head to toe in McLaren colors, there was no other conclusion for Daniel to draw. For once your brother is the one stunned into silence so you answer for him, "Yeah, only a little. He was crushed when you left Red Bull cause Max is his other favorite driver and now he has to split his loyalties between teams."

Dan's laugh snaps Hunter out of his trance. "I know you're busy but do you think you can sign something for me?"

"Of course. How about this?" Daniel snatches the hat from Hunter's head and produces a sharpie from his pocket, signing the brim with practiced efficiency. 

"He'll be texting the group chat about that as soon as you're gone," you tell Daniel who laughs along with you.

Heat rises to your cheeks as Daniel's assessing gaze sweeps you from head to toe. "McLaren orange looks good on you."

Channeling his easy confidence you flash him a grin. "Not as good as it looks on you."

He smooths the hem of his soft shell jacket, smile turning bashful. "Anyway. I gotta run. See you Sunday after I win!"

Your eyes follow him as he jogs back through the paddock until he's swallowed by the crowd. You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. God, he was gorgeous. And he had such a big heart. It was a shame someone hadn't snatched him up yet, but then again, that meant you still had a shot, even if it was a slim one.

"So where exactly do these get us?" Hunter toys with the lanyard now placed around his neck. "It doesn't say."

"I'm guessing the McLaren lounge," you say and point to the logo on the passes. "Above the garage."

"That's the perfect vantage point for practice."

And it was the perfect view- before getting in the car Daniel walked out into the pit, suited up in his cobalt racesuit and minty helmet and glanced up. You weren't sure if he saw you or not when you waved but he gave a little salute nonetheless.

Hunter was practically glued to the bank of floor to ceiling windows for the entirety of free practice, immersing himself in the experience. You found yourself glancing at the timing tables every lap, silently hoping to see the RIC tag move up. By the end of the second session he had been fourth fastest, a few tenths behind both Mercedes and the Red Bull of Verstappen. 

By the time you make it back to Hunter's house, you're both exhausted from a full day of running up and down the paddock. The pair of you had been determined to soak up every second of it, sneaking into whatever offices you could and stealing bites off the buffets and cups of coffee. 

Saturday’s free practice and qualifying session pass in a blur of color. Daniel drags his McLaren up the ranks to qualify fourth, his best starting position so far this season. He had a decent shot at the podium- Bottas should be easy pickings and if Verstappen and Hamilton made any mistakes, Daniel might even have a shot at the win.

The excitement in the air is palpable as you both flash your badges and head back up the now familiar path to the McLaren lounge. An hour before lights out, the v6 engines rumble to life below. You venture out onto the balcony, watching and waiting for a glimpse of Daniel.

The Aussie does you one better by walking out, race suit on and helmet in hand. He chats animatedly with Michael before stopping and craning his neck upwards. Michael nudges him with his elbow but Dan ignores him, answering your tiny wave with a wink. He mimes taking a drink and you roll your eyes.

Dan throws his head back and laughs, audible over the cacophony below. He gives you one final salute before Michael drags him back into the garage.

Ten minutes later cars begin streaming out on track, Daniel taking the fourth grid place as his mechanics once again swarm him. Tire blankets are secured, keeping them warm and pliable ahead of the formation lap. Thirty seconds before the boys are released, they're peeled back off as everyone scrambles off the pavement. Verstappen leads them away down the 3.4 mile track for the formation lap. Dan does a few small power slides before taking his place on the second row.

One by one, the red lights illuminate and disappear quicker than your blink. Daniel gets away clean while Bottas stumbles out of the gate, leaving himself wide open for Daniel's overtake on his right side. Cheers erupt around you, your brother going so far as to lift you off your feet.

Maybe Dan had a shot at winning after all.

A nail-biting 38 laps pass without a change in the order of the top three. Finally, a mistake in Max's pit stop sees him return to track third, just behind Daniel. The McLaren driver puts up the fight of his life, late braking at every corner and defending his position for all he was worth. Lewis was twenty seconds ahead- he wouldn't be winning but he could defend his second place spot.

Lewis Hamilton, race winner for the seventh time at the Circuit of the Americas!

Daniel Ricciardo crosses the line second, Max Verstappen takes home that last podium step for Red Bull. An astonishing fifty six laps here today in Austin!

The box erupts around you, a roar of cheers making it impossible to hear what else Crofty and Brundle were saying. But it didn't matter as Daniel raises his fist when he swings back into parc ferme, jumping out to be congratulated by his team. It was his first podium for the papaya team and you can tell it means the world to them.

"Looks like you're taking Lewis out for a drink," your brother teases. "Told you he wouldn't win."

"He almost won," you counter. "But hey, I'm not above asking Lewis on a date. Could you imagine? I mean, he would never agree, but still. It would be a hell of a date."

If you crane your neck from the balcony, you can just barely see the podium. Everyone goes quiet for the anthems and erupts again when the champagne is sprayed. The McLaren team chant for a shoey, which Daniel obliges. He sits to unlace his mint green boot and pours champagne into it, drinking from the boot before passing it to Max who joins in on the fun. 

Just as quickly as it began, the celebrations ebb. Daniel is the first to leave the podium which seems odd, given that the PR department surely wants his first big win for the team to be well documented.

Your phone buzzes a second layer. You fish it out of your pocket, a Cheshire grin splitting your face.

"Shouldn't you be busy celebrating?"

"I am," Dan starts, sounding breathless. You can barely hear him over the sound of the crowds chants behind him. "But I want to celebrate with you. I know I didn't win, but how about you let me buy you a drink instead?"

You barely hear anything beyond his first sentence. I want to celebrate with you. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real.

"Um, I'm sorry, you want to celebrate by going out with me instead of your team?"

"If you'll let me. Hey- just text me okay? I can barely hear you over everyone screaming my name. It may be going to my head."

You laugh, drawing the attention of the vip's nearest you. You give an apologetic smile and move further from the crowd. "I'll text you an address. See you later, second place."

[brighteyes29]

Bechloe week 2021, Day 2

A/N: I don’t know why my friend Tumblr here puts such big spaces between paragraphs, I couldn’t fix it, so… Try to ignore it. This is Bechloe week day 2, pitches. I hope you like this one. Might publish it on ff.net or wattpad as a fic, but for now it is a one-shot.

Summary: Beca, Chloe and Amy are moving to L.A., so Beca could pursue her career and be away from Jesse. The three girls are roommates. Chicago doesn’t exist here ‘cause this is set after Pitch Perfect 2, not 3. So yeah. It is more interesting than it sounds, I just don’t know how to describe it without spoiling anything.

This happened right after graduation. Beca wanted to move to Los Angeles, so she can pursue with her career and be away from her ex, Jesse. The DJ just needed a change, but she didn’t want to be alone. She brought her best friends Chloe and Fat Amy with her. Like most of the other Bellas, Aubrey didn’t want to leave the city and quit her current job, which she loved, but she promised she’ll come to visit the three girls often, when she could.

“It’s such a shame that Aubrey couldn’t be here with us. I’m going to miss her.” - Chloe sighed, as the three girls were walking towards the street, where their rented apartment was supposed to be. Beca was right next to the ginger, they were holding hands despite the brunette’s complaints.

“I’m not.” - Beca replied, but both girls next to her knew she was kidding.

“Oh, come on, Bec.” - Chloe looked at her friend. “I know you will. You and Aubrey might not always be on the best terms, but-

“I know, I was kidding.” - the brunette cut her friend off. “I just had to say that. You know me.” - Beca smirked.

“We’re here!” - Fat Amy announced, when she looked up from the map she was looking at on her phone. “Are you ready for us, L.A.?” - she yelled, before entering the building. Her friends laughed and followed after her.

“Which floor should the apartment be on?” Beca said what all three girls were thinking.

“I keep in touch with the cute landlord, let me check.” - Amy opened her Messenger app and scrolled a bit, until she found the landlord’s profile. “Floor 6, lesss go!” - the blonde rushed up the stairs. Beca and Chloe had a hard time catching up with her. She must really be into that landlord of theirs.

When the girls reached the sixth floor, a handsome guy was waiting for them there. He wore a beautiful smile and he had a toothpick in his mouth. He had shoulder-length brown, curly hair and brown eyes. He saw the girls looking around a bit, so he said:

“Right here, ladies!” - he greeted them with a hand and helped them with their luggage. “You’re my new renters, yeah?” - he asked. The boy had an irresistible Australian accent.

“We surely are now…” - Amy looked at him from head to toe.

“Oh, another Australian. There aren’t too many of us here, so it’s nice to see a friendly face.” - the boy replied. “I recognized you from your profile picture. You’re Amy, yeah?”

“Yeah.” - Amy said. “Your profile picture didn’t tell me too much about you, but… I gotta say you’re hotter in person.”

“Ah, thanks.” - the boy scratched the back of his head. “The name’s Will. Will Warten.” - he added and moved to the side, so the girls could come in. “I hope you like this place. It was my home for 7 years, before I bought it from the owner.”

“Wait, you were a renter too?” - Chloe asked, intrigued, and crossed her arms.

“Sure. But I loved it in here so much that eventually I bought it.” - Will put the luggage in the living room, which was right in front of the front door. The girls sat on the couch.

“How did you decide to put it for rent again?” - Chloe asked. Beca smirked at the fact how curious her friend was and looked at her.

“Well, I thought it would be selfish if I keep this wonderful place to myself. I wanted to share it, so other people can experience what I have. I met the love of my life here.” - after Will said that, a girl joined them in the living room, she was a thin blonde with hazel eyes. She rested her hands on Will’s shoulders, who had his back on her. He was sitting on the armchair.

“What a nice surprise!” - Amy exclaimed, although both Beca and Chloe knew she was sarcastic. “How long have you two been together?”

“Um, 5 years, I think.” - Will said. “She was my roommate. We didn’t know each other at first, but we were both new in town. We fell in love soon after we got to know each other.”

“You fell in love.” - the unknown girl corrected Will. He laughed.

“Well, yeah, but… You followed soon after.” -he replied. “Everyone, this is my lovely fiancé Katelyn.” - Amy practically shot the other blonde girl with her eyes. “We live next door, so if you need anything-

“Honey, you forgot to show them around!” - Katelyn intervened again. From what the girls heard, she sounded American.

“Right.” - the brown-haired boy stood up. “This way, please.” - he pointed at the room, which was on the living room’s right. The renters followed him and looked inside the room. “This is one of the rooms, the other is next to it and looks kinda the same, but the bed is smaller. And the kitchen is at the end of the hall.”

“There is only one bed.” - Beca noticed.

“Yeah, but… It is big enough and… you guys are friends, two of you can share it, yeah?”

Beca wasn’t sure. She had to share a bed once, with Chloe, in fact, but after what happened in the tent at Aubrey’s camp, she didn’t want to repeat the situation. The brunette was silent for a moment, which Will interpreted as a problem.

“Is there some kind of a problem?” - he raised a brow.

“No.” - Beca lied. “We’ll be just fine.”

The DJ didn’t see how Chloe’s smile turned into a frown. She knew what was going on in Beca’s mind. She knew the brunette was uncomfortable around her after what she told her in the tent. But she still couldn’t explain to herself why was Beca okay with holding hands with her. She didn’t know why Beca was okay with Chloe occasionally kissing her. The redhead didn’t know many things. But she was bound to find out.

“One of you can sleep on the sofa, it’s no issue.” - Will suggested.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” - Beca forced a smile, but she wasn’t very good at it.

“One thing, though.” - the brown-haired boy added. “No sex on the sofa.”

“Sure.” - Chloe sighed and looked at Beca, the redhead’s mind was somewhere else entirely. “No problem.”

“Alright, then. Kat and I are leaving. If you need anything… well, you know.” - with that, the landlords left.

“What are we going to do?” - Beca asked with crossed arms. Chloe knew exactly what she meant.

“What do you mean?” - the redhead tried to smile. “We’ve done this before, two of us are going to share a bed. No big deal.” - Beca looked at her friend and didn’t really know what to say.

“I call dibs on the other bed!” - Fat Amy rushed to the other room and sat on the bed. “This room has better view.” - she explained. The two other girls laughed.

“So, I guess we’ll sleep on the other bed.” - Chloe moved closer to Beca, wearing a big smile on her face.

“No.” - Beca replied with a serious face. That made Chloe’s smile disappear. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“But wait, you guys are dating, why don’t you sleep together? I meant… Well, you know what I meant.” - Fat Amy said.

“For the last time, we’re not dating!” - Chloe said. It was the first time that Chloe was the one who said that. That surprised Beca.

“What? Yes, you are! You’re, like, always holding hands and kissing, you can’t tell me you’re just really good friends, that’s horseshit!” - the other two girls didn’t really know what to say to that, so they didn’t.

….

Quickly, the night came and all girls were in their rooms, except for Beca, who was in the living room, on the couch. She never foresaw how lonely she was going to be on the couch. The whole evening she spent thinking about Chloe and how she probably hurt her, even though the redhead never said anything about Beca’s choice.

The three girls had spend the whole day at the beach, but Beca left Amy and Chloe do all the talking. The DJ didn’t engage in conversations with them much. She spoke only when they asked her something. Even at dinner, Beca was silent and kept to herself. Her eyes were on the plate and she did her best to keep them that way. The DJ knew Chloe suspected something, but she never asked her what’s up, most likely because the ginger didn’t feel like talking to her friend. She was hurt and Beca got that. The brunette never really apologized for what she did. She wanted to, but she was never good at words. She didn’t really even know why she refused fo share a bed with Chloe. Hell, the brunette even liked her, to say the least. The reason she was uncomfortable with sharing a beg with Chloe was the fact that she was afraid Chloe might find out about Beca’s little crush. Last time, when the ginger basically offered Beca to experiment with her, Beca had an answer ready. But, on a bad day she might not have it and that’ll make the redhead suspicious. So Beca couldn’t have that.

‘Too many emotions today, time to relax.’ - Beca thought. To her, that meant, well, masturbating.

So she pulled out her phone and browsed photos of Chloe. When she chose one she made the blanket cover everything beside her head and started the action. It felt amazing, knowing you’re getting off to your crush. It almost felt like you’re having sex with them. Will said no sex on the couch. He didn’t say anything about masturbating.

But Beca had too much on her mind to hear Chloe’s door open. The redhead immediately realized what her friend was doing, but she didn’t know what the other girl was watching and what made her breathe with such weird frequency. It sounded kinda hot. So when Chloe grabbed the brunette’s phone, Beca was caught by surprise.

“Hey!” - the DJ immediately tried to get her phone back, but Chloe lifted it up, beyond Beca’s reach. “You know this is not fair. Just give it back!”

“Oh, I’ll give it back.” - Chloe smirked. “Right after I find out what you were watching.” - Chloe’s gaze shifted to the phone.

“No, Chloe, don’t!” - Beca begged, but the redhead wasn’t listening.

“Oh, my…” - the redhead put a hand over her mouth, but then she laughed.

“What’s so funny?” - Beca was furious right now. Not only did Chloe violate her privacy, but now she was going to tease her about it.

“All these years. You felt the same.” - Chloe gave Beca her phone back. “We’re two idiots in love who could have been together, but were too afraid to do something about it. It’s funny.”

“No, it’s not, actually-

“If you shared the bed with me, you wouldn’t masturbate to my picture and I never would’ve caught you redhanded. Guess there’s one good thing about you sleeping on the couch.” - Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca’s neck.

“I… I don’t know what to say, it is all so… weird, and I-

“Shhh….” - Chloe put her index finger on Beca’s mouth. “No need for words. And… guess now you’ll want to share the bed with me.”

“Guess so.” - Beca smirked and let Chloe’s tongue inside her mouth. It all felt so good. And, as Beca said, so… weird.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hi!!! Here's the 'about me' for the star wars ship, and thank you so much for having these open, you're amazing!! :)

Okay okay so:

My name is Jessica, i'm 20, and i'm bi so you can ship me with a male or a female character :) [I haven't seen all the star wars animations only season 1 and i've started season 2 of the clone wars but I haven't seen the whole show or like I said any of the other animations :) ]

I'm 5'1 so i'm super short, skinny, a cancer, and australian. I'm a massive geek and I absoloutely love getting into tv shows, movies, games, etc, I usually get so obsessed with them. I love doing quizzes, listening to music, writing, cosplaying, dancing, singing, dancing, and editing [I find so much comfort in all of those things and doing those things make me smile so much]

I have brown, kinda hazelish eyes, with really curly hair that's dyed black but it's going back to my original hair colour which is brown, and I also wear glasses.

I have depression and anxiety [as well as social anxiety] and I usually spend most of my time at home rather than going out [a lot of the time i'll cancel plans even when I was so excited at the time I made them] I don't really like being around massive crowds and feel more comfortable around less people than more. I also have really bad anger issues and I say and do things I don't mean. I am also still being eaten up by mistakes i've made in the past even though I've been told I need to let those mistakes go.

I love wearing hats and beanies and I usually wear jackets and jumpers even when it's not hot. I absoloutely love anything vintage, I love collecting things, I love Cottagecore, and I love the country [country music is one of my favourite genres of music plus I lived in the country for over 5 years]

I'm a really caring and protective person but I also have trust issues as well as separation issues where I can't be away from family or from home too long or I get upset and get antsy. I'm really loyal and really emotional, and I hold grudges for a long time.

Also I'm the youngest in my family [my family is massive btw] My brother is the oldest and my sister is one year older. i live with my mum, I have a cat called dash, and my whole family is massive.

Sorry if that was really long but thank you so much for doing this :)

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

For star wars I ship you with:

Luke skywalker 🎉

I think you would suit the main character as your personalities do combine well.

Luke is someone who would protect you and lay his life on the line for you.

I beileve you and skywalker are one of the most power iconic couples.

Your a jedi, you were trained by yoda and met Luke through him.

Hans solo sort of teases you about your attraction while leia is like your sister.

You and Luke developed a beautiful relationship which was hard at first since you didn't trust Luke.

You wanted to be back at home where your family was but you also didn't want to leave Luke.

You helped Luke in his adventures and eventually he asked to marry you.

You married Luke after the events and had a jedi child, they had your hair and his eyes.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️