#I don't like playing the game it's too tension -based and it would give me anxiety and I would probably die

[taldigi]

You like Five Nights at Freddy's? I thought you hated horror?

Yes.

[elliezlils11utt]

Dbf!abby

contents: nsfw? age gap, (reader is in early 20s, Abby is in 30s !!), maybe size kink? no real smut js a lot of tension, (possibly a pt two with smut?), risky!! pet names, (sweetie, angel, love.) no description of reader, no use of y/n.

summary: Abby babysits you when you visit home from university. with your father out at a dinner party. can you resit Abby’s teasing?

proof read?: never 😣

wc: 800?

A/n: this is based off of a c.ai bot made by @elliesssswife!! I really wanna make a pt.2 with public/risky sex. but idk !!

she was so damn pretty. and cool. What would your father think if he knew you were thinking about his best friend like that? you had returned from university that night. Your father was at a dinner party. you went into the kichen hoping to get a snack but instead you find a tall blond figure leaned up against the counter. a cig in between her lips.

“hey angel’ Abby says

‘ur dads at a dinner party, he told me to watch you while he’s gone.’ said Abby softly.

you don’t need a babysitter. your not a kid anymore but ur dad js can’t seem to fathom that fact. you know, you’d be mad if it was anyone but Abby. you and Abby had a sweet relationship, she was always so sweet to you. and not to mention she was so fucking hot. normally she had her hair tied up in a sharp braid. but today she was dressed down. her hair cascaded down her face. framing her features. she wore a black wifebeater and sweatpants. Fuck.

‘hey Abs’ you say softly, propping yourself up on the island counter in front of her. she took a drag of her cigarette and looked at you, giving you a look that made your legs shiver.

‘missed me angel?” she said, her eyes roaming your body. she looked so damn fine.

‘always’ you smile, tilting your head.

She grins, walking over to you and placing her hands on her hips.

‘How's college, love?’ she asked, running her hand over your chin and cheek. she was giving you a smug look, knowing damn well what she was doing to your body.

‘ it’s alright. missin home. glad to be back for a while. I really don’t wanna go back to that hell hole.’ you sigh, as you rant about your shitty college life

‘miss you & dad.’ you say with a bit of a pout.

‘been a while huh?’

‘too long’ you grab the cigarette from between her lips, taking a drag from it.

‘you shouldn’t be smoking sweetie.’

‘your not my mom Abigail’ you take another drag, longer then the last one. you inhale the smoke. blowing the rest out you cough a bit.

‘carful angel, take it slow.’

you roll your eyes looking back up at her. trying desperately to avoid the growing wet patch in your painties from her voice.

‘when will daddy be home?’

‘ion know, why? you tryna get rid of me already?’

‘nah, I love being with you. missed u abs.’ you look up at her with those eyes. her hands still stationed on your hips. holding you up on the counter. You watch her expression soften. her eyes roaming your face.

‘when did you go and grow up and get so fuckin charming, angel?”

she leans closer to you, your faces mear inches away from each other.

‘when I was off at collage breaking hearts obviously’ you say sarcastically. She laughed at your comment. Abby wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in for a tight hug.

‘You're a little troublemaker.’ She whispered in your ear, before speaking in a suggestive tone. her arms on full display in her tank top. you watch as her muscles flex in the dim light of the kitchen as she moves to enclose you in the frame of her tall build.

‘And you just love testing me, don't you, angel?’

you knew her antics, she always did this. try and start shit with you. not that you were complaining.

‘hm, maybe?’

you play along with her tone. she grinned, hearing you play along with her games. I mean how could you not when she looked so pretty for you.

‘and what would your dad think if he knew his innocent little girl was flirting with his best friend?’ she whispered in a sultry manner. her voice dropping as she spoke to u.

your faces are brought together. you feel her breath on your face, so in sync. every move she makes you move with her. your faces dancing with each other. your lips are inches away from meeting her own. begging the other one to give in first. your eyes wonder over her face, taking in every detail and freckle that marked her perfect skin. your heart pounded watching her eyes fill with desire.

you giggle before pulling away, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

‘tease’

she mumbled under her breath. she stared Into ur eyes with a hungry look.

‘Oh? says you abs!’

you giggle, her hands tracing your jaw.

She laughed as you said that. Abby loved your giggle. She looked at you intensely, her eyes filled with desire.

"Oh come on, who's the one who always makes me want to throw you against a wall and…’

she was about to say something more, but she stopped when she heard the sound of your father's car parked in the driveway. you both freeze completely.

‘fuck’ you whisper, a sigh of disappointment leaving your lips.

as you hear the door to the garage shuffle open Abby immediately backs away. standing were she once was across the island. if only you guys could be alone. ☹️

a/n: I want her so bad😣

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Fifteen-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: this chapter is literally just angst. complete freakin angst. two broken hearts that refuse to acknowledge it. pretty poetical. i know i said no love but now im not so sure.

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"You're coming with me, Emily," you asserted, arms crossed over your chest, your eyes narrowing at her as she was lazily sprawled out on her bed, clearly uninterested in your predicament. "There's no way in hell I'm going alone...you can bring Michael."

Emily let out a dramatic groan, her hands instinctively flying to rub her tired eyes. "But...there's a Gryffindor party that night too...we'd much rather go to-"

"Emily!" you interrupted, advancing across the room toward her bed. You leaned against the footboard, your expression pleading. "Please, please...after everything that happened with Berkshire, I'd prefer not to go back into their bloody common room by myself...plus I don't even drink! Like I don't even know-"

"Okay, okay!" Emily hastily sat up, cutting you off as she sensed your rising panic. "Gods, you're giving me a headache...I'll talk to Michael about it..."

A sigh of relief escaped you, but the tension still clung to your shoulders like a heavy cloak. You spun around, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you as you threaded your fingers through your hair in frustration, each strand a tangible reminder of your racing thoughts.

Your mind buzzed with a whirlwind of worries. What should you wear to fit in yet not draw too much attention? How would you deflect offers of drinks without seeming rude or standoffish? And most pressing of all, how did you even find yourself entangled in this mess? The truth was, your inability to refuse others had led you down this labyrinthine path, a maze of social obligations you couldn't escape.

Emily's voice broke through the heavy silence, as delicate as the softest feathers--cautiously adjusting her tone now that she'd sensed just how stressed out you were.

"Hey, you'll be fine," she reassured, her words a gentle caress in the midst of your turmoil. "You're with Tom, he'll make sure no one bothers you, I'm positive of it."

Emily's comforting words washed over you, but beneath the surface, your thoughts spiraled into a tumultuous whirlpool. The past two weeks had been a stark contrast to the passionate chaos you'd experienced with Mattheo. Since ending things with him, your tutoring sessions had turned quiet, punctuated only by the distant echo of pages turning and the bland murmur of academic based conversations.

Although Mattheo continued to give you his full undivided attention in your sessions, the silence hung heavy between you, a reminder of the void left by your fractured connection.

And in the midst of this emotional vacuum, you found unexpected solace in Tom's company. The regular meetings continued, but they had expanded beyond the boundaries of academics. Flirting had entirely woven its way into your conversations, each playful word adding a charged tension to the air. Now, his invitation to the party on Saturday night dangled before you like a tempting, yet daunting, prospect.

However, regardless of his advances, your feelings for Tom were far from romantic. It wasn't love that stirred your heart when you thought of him, but rather a sense of obligation. The Guild, with its intricate web of social dynamics, demanded a delicate balance. To maintain your position, you felt compelled to go along with Tom's desires, to keep up the facade of mutual interest. It was a game you didn't want to play, but the stakes were too high to ignore.

As Emily's reassurances attempted to quell your anxieties, the knot of obligation tightened in your chest. The looming party represented not only a night of uncertainty but also a reluctant sacrifice to uphold your standing in the Guild. The weight of your choices pressed down on you, a reminder that sometimes, obligations could feel as suffocating as the absence of passion.

"Yeah," you responded, your voice a grumble underlined with frustration. "Talk to Michael and let  me know what he says... I'm heading up to the Tower, I just need some time alone."

Emily's expression softened, sympathy flickering in her eyes. "I'll handle it," she assured you. "Take your time up there, lots of stars to count, wouldn't want to miss one because you're rushing..."

You rolled your eyes at her snark, chewing on your lip to stifle your grin. "Yeah, yeah." You said. "Thanks, Em."

With a bleak smile, you grabbed your bag and pushed out of your dorm room, mind racing as you made your way up to the tower, the castle covered in its usual blanket of darkness, given it was already past eleven pm.

You thought back to that first week of tutoring sessions after you and Mattheo had called things off, how every moment spent in his presence felt excruciating. Sitting in such close proximity to him--being forced to look into his deep, intoxicating eyes, trace the scars that adorned his skin, and fixate on those perfect lips while knowing you'd never get to be anything other than platonic was a torment for your already aching heart.

For those initial days, your mind was a battleground of conflicting emotions. Thoughts of what it had felt like to have his hands exploring your body, pulling you close against his firm frame, haunted your every waking moment. His newfound silence only served to further infuriate you, although the reasons for your frustration remained elusive--you had wanted this separation, knew you needed it more than anything, yet part of you resented how effortlessly he seemed to cast everything aside, as though it had all been a meaningless fling to him, despite the amounts of passion you'd experienced.

The internal turmoil left you in a relentless tug-of-war between contentment and bitter disappointment. With every missed touch, resentment began to coil in the pit of your stomach. Despite yearning for the way he made you feel, your chest was a maelstrom of conflicted emotions. Gratitude warred with irritation; you were thankful that your life lacked complications that could jeopardize your post-graduate career, yet infuriated that Mattheo hadn't even tried to fight for you.

It stung, the way he seemingly dismissed you as though you were just another girl, another notch on his belt, disregarding the depth of what you shared.

Or, you guessed at this point, what you thought you had shared.

As you settled into the quiet solitude of the Astronomy Tower, the vast expanse of the night sky above became your sanctuary, the stars twinkling like distant diamonds against the vast canvas of space. It was your haven, a place where you could lose yourself in the mysteries of the universe. Surrounded by your celestial charts and notebooks, you immersed yourself in your research, the quill in your hand gliding over the parchment as you recorded your observations.

In the midst of your cosmic exploration, a sudden intrusion shattered the tranquility of the Astronomy Tower. Mattheo, his presence unexpected, settled down beside you. The mere sight of him sent your pulse racing, a rapid drumbeat in your ears. You shot your head around, scanning the surroundings as though you'd forgotten where you were, your mind racing with questions. Why the fuck was he here? The unexpected encounter left you beyond shocked, your eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.

"Matt-" your voice faltered, the surprise of his presence momentarily stealing your words.

"Couldn't sleep," he muttered, his voice carrying a weight of restlessness, as if the night sky outside held answers he desperately sought. "Don't allow me to interrupt."

He cut you off before you could regain your composure, not even bothering to spare a glance in your direction. His eyes remained fixed on the stars, his silence echoing louder than any words he could have spoken. The unspoken tension between you hung in the air, heavy and palpable, a reminder of the unresolved emotions that lingered beneath the surface.

"Um, okay." You cleared your throat, attempting to steady your voice, and resolutely returned your focus to the celestial tapestry above.

The stars glittered, seemingly oblivious to the complicated tornado of emotions unfolding below. As you continued your silent analysis of the night sky, you became aware of Mattheo lighting up a cigarette. His movements were deliberate, every flicker of the lighter, every draw from the cigarette, seemed to carry a weighted significance. Despite your attempt to ignore him, you could feel his eyes on you, his gaze like a tangible presence that bore into your skin, even without direct contact. The night stretched on, the only sounds the soft crackling of burning tobacco and the occasional rustle of paper as you made notes, each moment steeped in a tense stillness, waiting for something to break the fragile equilibrium.

And then, Mattheo's voice sliced through the quiet of the night, his question hanging in the air like a challenge. "What are you even doing?"

His question caught you off guard, a shock registering in your eyes as you assumed he was merely asking to mock you. Nevertheless, you gathered your composure, your passion for your research overcoming your initial surprise.

"I'm studying how stars and planetary alignments affect magic," you explained, your words measured yet enthusiastic. "The positions of celestial bodies influence magical energies, shaping the potency of our spells. Understanding these cosmic patterns is like deciphering the universe's manual for mastering magic."

Mattheo's eyes narrowed, a hint of skepticism coloring his voice. "Stars affecting magic?" he said, his tone dismissive yet laced with a sliver of intrigue. "Seems a bit far-fetched, Raven."

His words hung in the air, laced with icy indifference, yet there was an undeniable glimmer of curiosity, a flicker of interest that betrayed his cold exterior. You met Mattheo's skepticism with a determined gaze.

"It may sound far-fetched, but it's already been proven that magic is intertwined with the cosmos," you replied, your voice steady. "The alignment of stars and planets creates unique energy patterns. Understanding these patterns can give us an edge in harnessing magic. It's not about belief, it's about tapping into the natural forces of the universe..." you let your words linger for a moment, finally dropping your quill and releasing a long sigh. "Why are you always so dismissive of everything? Don't you have dreams Mattheo, don't you have passions?"

Mattheo took a slow drag off his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly before he released a plume of smoke that danced in the air, curling and twisting like ethereal tendrils. His eyes, usually guarded, met yours, holding a glimmer of something unreadable.

"Everyone dreams, Raven," he said, flatly. "But life isn't a fucking fairytale, sometimes dreams are crushed before they're born."

Your silent reaction spoke volumes as you studied his face, the way his chocolate curls framed his brooding eyes, holding countless secrets within their depths. Mattheo's words slowly dug into your shoulders, heavy with the weight of harsh truths. You released a long sigh, the reality of his words settling in, before you cautiously spoke.

"If everything was dipped in gold, it'd never grow..." you whispered, your voice soft yet resolute, as you turned your eyes back to the stars. "And not everything sweet is sugarcoated, Mattheo...sometimes life stings, and you have to fight for what you want, but that doesn't mean you toss away the wand, does it?"

For a moment, Mattheo's silence hung heavy, punctuated only by the soft exhale of smoke curling from his lips. The tendrils of fog obscured the canvas of stars, casting a mysterious veil over the night sky. When you turned to meet his gaze, you discovered his eyes already fixed on you, their depths shimmering with an enigmatic intensity.

"Even stars burn out, Raven," he said, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seemed to echo the somber truth of the universe. "Sometimes, there's nothing you can do but watch."

Something panged in your chest, a jolt of pain spreading through you as Mattheo's words settled into the night air. For another brief, fleeting moment, your eyes met, and there was a flicker of understanding between you. You glimpsed his lips, and he glimpsed yours, a silent exchange of unspoken sentiments.

Swiftly, you looked away, turning your attention to the moon, its silvery glow casting an ethereal light upon your face, silently gathering yourself as you fought off the heat that was swarming your cheeks.

"You know what I appreciate more than the stars?" Mattheo's voice cut through the night, a hint of intrigue in his tone as he finally shifted his gaze off of you. "The moon."

You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "And why is that?"

"It's the one constant," Mattheo replied, his gaze fixed on the night sky. "Stars might fade, flicker, but the moon persists...it's just...there." His voice was calm, almost distant, as if he was lost in thought. "No drama, no shows...just silent influence--one that can pull an entire fucking ocean from shore to shore...that's a power that can't be diminished. Subtle, yet absolute."

You nodded slowly, your eyes meeting his in the dim light of the night. The world around you seemed to fade away as you felt your pulse increase, an unspoken tension hanging between you.

"Silent influence," you murmured, your voice thoughtful. "A power that commands without demanding, a force that shapes without shouting…I think it’s a potent reminder of strength in simplicity."

"Beauty, too," he whispered, his voice almost a caress. "A reminder of the beauty in simplicity."

The words danced around you, laden with prescribed meaning, and you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this conversation, something unspoken yet deeply felt. A vast silence filled the space around you, thick with a growing tension as Mattheo's eyes, intense and unreadable, locked onto yours, their depths echoing a multitude of emotions. You felt his fingers graze against yours as they were planted on the ground next to your thigh, a subtle yet electrifying touch.

At the feeling of his flesh grazing yours, even in as something as simple as this, your breath hitched, and a rush of heat surged through your body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. After two whole fucking weeks, just as you’d finally stopped moping, just as you finally felt as though you could breathe without thinking about him, it was as if the universe itself had conspired to bring you two together in this charged moment, leaving you both suspended in a space where words were unnecessary, and the raw connection between your souls spoke volumes--his hand, touching yours, this is how galaxies collide, you thought.

"It's been two weeks since you've even bothered to bloody look at me, Mattheo..." you whispered, your voice trembling like fragile autumn leaves in the wind, scared to acknowledge the reality of your situation, but knowing you needed to. "It all meant nothing to you, yeah?"

Mattheo's gaze remained unwavering, his expression stoic and seemingly emotionless as he absorbed your words. His silence spoke louder than any response he could offer, leaving you with a hollow ache in your chest. The pain of his indifference cut deep, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that once consumed both of you.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and filled with a restrained yet undetectable emotion. "Even if I said it didn't, would it really fucking matter, Raven?"

At his words, your heart rung, realizing that no matter how desperately you clung to the fragments of what you once shared, the reality was undeniable--the passion that once ignited between you two had flickered out, leaving only smouldering embers in its wake, and there was no reason for you to be upset over it--given that this was exactly what you fucking wanted.

Yet, with a heavy heart, you turned away, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon, searching for solace in the vast expanse of the night sky. You found yourself unprepared for the intricate complexities of your current reality--finding it amusing how your parents had dutifully cautioned you about the monsters lurking under your bed and the cruelty of schoolyard bullies, but never bothered to forewarn you about the captivating chaos that a disheveled boy with pretty eyes; ones that seemed to hold the fucking galaxies in their midst, and a demeanour infused with smoke and silver-tongued eloquence, would bring into your life.

"It would matter to me, yes." Your voice quivered as you confessed, the vulnerability in your words palpable in the night air--you kept your eyes fixed out in front of you, not daring to look at him. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Mattheo..."

Mattheo scoffed, pulling out another cigarette, his movements deliberate yet filled with a sense of bitterness.

"You seem perfectly happy distracting yourself with my brother," he retorted, the words laced with a harsh edge.

Frustration welled up within you, your hands rising to your face as you rubbed the tension from your eyes, trying to find the right words amidst the chaos of emotions.

"Gods, you're unbelievable...that's exactly what ruined us, Mattheo," you said, your voice firm and weary. "Your constant issues with your brother, your need to control every damn thing... I just can't decipher your fucking intentions. Whatever 'us' meant, it drowned in the chaos you brought into it."

Mattheo's expression remained unreadable, a storm of emotions flickering behind his eyes. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke calmly before he finally spoke, his words weighed down by an unspoken burden.

"Maybe some things are just meant to drown, Raven." He said, bluntly. "You and I both know that."

You met Mattheo's gaze squarely, your eyes filled with hesitation and the weight of unspoken truths--his flat dismissal of your words bothered you, sparking irritation through your veins, but you couldn't drop his prior insinuation regarding his brother--it was time you cleared that up once and for all.

"For the record," you began, your voice faltering slightly, "I don't feel anything for your brother. I never fucking did. It was never, ever about him." The confession hung heavy in the air, your heart pounding as felt as though you’d revealed a vulnerable piece of your soul. "It was always about you," you added, your voice barely above an audible whisper. "I..."

"Stop," he said, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desperation. His body tensed, as if bracing for an impact. "Whatever you were about to say, don't say it."

Mattheo's voice came out as a sharp command, cutting through the tension like a knife through the darkness. His words lingered in the chilled night atmosphere, a heavy barrier between you, guarding his emotions like a fortress wall. Your throat tightened, constricting like a vice around your words. Each beat of your heart felt like a war drum, its thunderous rhythm drowning out any other sound.

"Why?" You hardly croaked.

"Because," Mattheo replied, his jaw clenching with the intensity of his suppressed emotions. "There are two fucking things in life you can't take back, Raven--bullets and words.“ he paused for a moment, inhaling a sharp breath. “Always make sure you hit what you aim at, and that you mean what you fucking say.”

Mattheo's words hit you like a tidal wave, crashing against the fragile walls of your resolve. The words rolled around you, creating a unstable bridge that stretched across the chasm between your bodies, threatening to collapse under the weight of suppressed emotions--and after a moment that felt like an eternity, you exhaled, accepting his now-hardened demeanour and deciding to just drop it, you switched the subject.

"I...I was just going to say...Tom invited me to the party in your common room on Saturday," you whispered, voice trembling as much as your fingers were. "I plan on going."

Mattheo's body tensed, his jaw tightening even further, as if to mask the rising anger within him. He avoided your gaze, his fists clenching involuntarily, struggling to contain the emotions surging beneath his calm exterior.

"And do you think that's a good idea?" His words sliced through the air, sharp and pointed, echoing the turmoil within him. "Have you ever attended a party here, even once?"

You shook your head, your voice barely audible as you admitted, "No, but I can't say no to him, Mattheo...I can't jeopardize my position in the guild. I've worked so hard for it, my entire educational career..." the desperation in your tone was palpable, the weight of your responsibilities bearing down on your shoulders. "It's rather maddening how quickly I transitioned from one Riddle capable of shattering my fucking future to another...it's like I can't catch a break."

The space between you and Mattheo sat heavy with unspoken words, an abyss of silence that seemed to stretch on endlessly. The soft glow of the dim light accentuated the shadows dancing across his face, emphasizing the muffled frustration etched into his features. Each puff of his cigarette punctuated the quiet, adding to the palpable tension in the air.

"I wasn’t planning on going to that," he finally replied, his voice carrying an unusual firmness, as if he was trying to convince himself too. "I quit all that shit."

Your voice caught in your throat, shock freezing your words as you tried to process his revelation.

"You-" you began, but he cut you off, his tone flat, devoid of its usual edge.

"Drinking, drugs," he said, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of determination before he gestured towards the cigarette between his fingers. "These are next."

You struggled to find your voice, your mind racing to comprehend the magnitude of his decision. The man who had drowned himself in alcohol more times in one week than you could count on two bloody hands had fucking quit it all. It was almost impossible to believe.

"Wow," you breathed, your words laced with a mix of disbelief and exasperation. Part of you still rolled with disappointment over his absence at the upcoming event, but a flicker of hope dared to spark within you. "That's great, Mattheo...that's a huge step for you..."

Mattheo's silence hung in the air, his eyes searching your face as if seeking answers in the depths of your gaze. Time seemed to stretch, the weight of the world seemingly sitting heavy between you. With deliberate slowness, he blinked, extinguishing his cigarette on the ground beside him, never breaking eye contact.

"You're too good, Raven," he whispered, his voice surprisingly steady, resonating with a mixture of admiration and regret. "Such an angel...you should know, I was never unaware that you fucking saved me."

His words hung there, pregnant with meaning, as if he was acknowledging a debt he could never fully repay. The vulnerability in his eyes was a stark contrast to the usual stoic facade, revealing the depth of his emotions in that fleeting moment. Mattheo's gaze continued to bore into yours, his eyes intense as if he had stumbled upon something precious he couldn't bear to lose.

In a move so gentle it felt like a caress, his hand lifted to your face, his thumb tracing a feather-light path over your cheek. His voice, soft and tender, carried a weight of sincerity that resonated deep within you.

"Everything will work out..everything you've worked so fucking hard for will eventually pay off," he whispered. "I would have never deserved you."

Your stomach twisted, and your heart seemed to pound against your sternum with a deafening resonance, drowning out the world around you. You couldn’t feel your fingers or the cold or the fucking emptiness of your heart because all you could feel was him. All you could focus on was the overwhelming fucking urge to climb into his lap and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe, kiss him until the only thing embedded within the tastebuds on your tongue was his fucking taste. He is everywhere, he is everything--in every pulse of your desires and the depths of your soul, and then he whispered,

“I will be there, for you, on Saturday,” his voice was a low, husky murmur, filling you with warmth. “Just incase.”

And as he withdrew his hand from your face, the loss of his touch was like a phantom ache, a reminder of the connection you desperately fucking craved. His eyes, deep and intense, lingered on your lips for a fleeting moment, a silent testament to the desires that simmered beneath the surface. As he pulled himself up to his feet, he broke his eyes from yours, and with deliberate steps, he retreated, the distance between you growing--but just when you thought he would disappear into the night, he paused, glancing back over his shoulder.

“And to answer your question--yes, I have dreams…” his voice, laden with a mix of vulnerability and yearning, hung in the air like a fragile promise. “But they’re only good when you’re in them.”

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[ilovecatilinclark]

Loveeeeeee Song

Kelsey Plum x Reader

Based off Loveeeeeee song by Rihanna and Future

AN: I hope you guys enjoy this!

Oh baby I'm not asking for the world,maybe you can give me what I want, baby

You've been crushing on her for some time. Well maybe not some time more like since you've played against her in college. "Hey Kelsey" you said to her as practice finished. "Yeah whats up" Kelsey said panting while holding the ball. "Do you wanna maybe go out for dinner with me its on me" you said trying to be smooth. "Of course but can I invite the team" before you could respond and stuff she was calling over the team and inviting them to join you and her later. You just wanted to go out with her but now it led to this. Having a fancy dinner with your whole team while you were cursing yourself for not responding faster. You loved your team, but sometimes you just wanted some alone time with her so you could make a move finally. You weren't asking for much but clearly it seemed like it was when you would talk to her.

Come hold me tight and when I'm drowning, save me give it too me on a daily.

Soon after the dinner everyone soon went to your house to just hangout for a bit. You soon decided to get everyone drinks and went to your wine storage. As Kelsey came behind you holding your waist tightly. Your cheeks soon turned bright red, but you continued to grab the wine and pour it as she opened her mouth. "Thanks for buying dinner it was really nice" "of course" you replied back blushing. you didn't want this moment to end with her hands on your waist while you pouring wine. The way her arms wrapped so nicely and perfect around your waist.

If I'm your girl, say my name boy, let me know I'm in control

As you guys came back to your living room with her arm around you, the team decided to joke about how you guys would look like such a cute couple. You tried to laugh it awkwardly off and try to change the topic. But Kelsey had other things in mind gripping your waist harder as she was holding her wine in her other hand. Soon after serval drinks and card games against everyone, everyone was drunk. Expects for some other teammates. You were a touchy drunk and you were getting all touchy with your team mates till it came to Kelsey.

Pinning her down on the couch with weak arms and wrapping your hands around her waist. You both stared at each other longing for each other wanting a kiss from each other"say my name Kelsey, let me know I'm in control right now" you said with the words slurring out your mouth. She knew what she was doing even in this state saying it slowly. Before she could finish your lips crashed on hers, little did you know it would soon turn into a heated make out in front of your teammates.

We both grown so how we feel we can let it show

Soon waking up on your couch with everyone, you quickly went up to get some water from the intense hangover you were having. Trying to not be so loud as everyone was sleeping either in one of your guest room or your room. As the more time passed more people came down, clearly there was tension though. You couldn't put your finger on it, but clearly it was Kelsey and you. Clearly after that night there was something going on but clearly she didn't wanna talk about it or show it. You were both grown so what was the problem.

(I-I-I) won't play around (I-I-I) I wanna lay you down (I-I-I) I need you now, I need you now, oh-oh, oh

The following day after that after practice you guys were at the club. You felt a pair of eyes staring hard at you, turning around you notice it was none other Kelsey plum. She clearly irritated, you couldn't tell if it was because you decided to also avoid her in practice today or if it was because there was a guy that kept putting his hands on you. She quickly came up to you towering over you a bit. "don't play with me y/n" she said irritated. "what do you mean I'm not doing anything" you said back. "you know what your doing" Kelsey replied back "No I don't you replied.

"You can't be jealous right now where not even together you've also been ignoring me" you said already getting angrier. "I'm only ignoring you because I cant stop thinking about that night we shared that kiss" she said then taking a deep breathe she said quietly. "I'm only ignoring you because every time I look at you I want you more it doesn't even feel like a want anymore it feels like I need you" she said her cheeks turning red.

 don't wanna give you the wrong impression

"I just wasn't sure what you were thinking so I gave you some time to think so I wouldn't just shoot my shot and having the wrong impression of your feelings for me" she said back. you stood in the bar shocked, you didn't know what to do or feel right now in this moment. You were so shocked but so happy, she finally has the same feelings for you after a long time of pinning over her.

I need love and affection And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate I need love and affection

you wanted this for along time and you always desired love, you tried to tell her your true feelings. But you were also a bit skeptical not wanting to try to sound desperate for her. So instead you did what your mind could think of first, you grabbed her face and kissed her. Tasting the alcohol she just drank, having a sloppy kiss but feeling so refresh knowing you both want this. As you were about to pull away she pulled you back into the kiss gripping your waist hard and trying to assert dominance too slowly backing the both of you into a wall. She soon then pulled away "be my girl" she said as she smiled at you.

[mrsnancywheeler]

ambrosia wine // finnick odair x f. reader

based off this request

Hello! Congrats on the milestone!!!! Can I request a smut for Finnick with the song “ambrosia wine” by Madds Buckley! (Idk why it reminds me of his capitol persona lol)

masterlist

2.1k words

warnings: smut, more smut, past victor!reader, district 9!reader, sexual tension, reader thinks says she hates Finnick a lot in her head but literally all they do is flirt, dom!Finnick mostly but switch!finnick and reader implied at the end, pnv, unprotected, f!masturbation, use of good girl, degrading, light thigh slapping, unedited, no use of y/n

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Of course you knew who Finnick Odair was, everyone knew who Finnick Odair was. Maybe you even knew him more than most since he'd been nothing if not an ever present thorn in your side. Every Capitol party victors were forced too, each year you would mentor, since every so lucky you was District 9’s youngest, most beloved female victor, which really meant it had been over 20 years since the last one. So every year it was you, and Finnick was so popular that the Capitol always wanted him.

This year you'd barely been able to escape him at all, he'd tracked you down before the tribute parade had even begun. “I thought we were supposed to let the tributes have the glory for once." His honey sweet voice dripped into your ears and you turned around to face him. It was better than staring at the ridiculous costumes your tributes had been dressed in.

“I don't think I'm the one who's distracting.” His shirt was half open and it was impossible to miss how eyes all around were glued to him, with all of his endless charisma. It was also hard to push down the fact that you wanted to be the only one looking at him like that.

Finnick's head tilted, mockingly, as he stepped forward. His fingers traced up the edges of the golden fabric on your plunging neckline and you reminded yourself not to shiver, you couldn't let him overtake your senses. Not again. “It's not like you've left anything to the imagination, pretty girl." The way he always made his voice endlessly seductive was sickening.

You leaned in your face so close that your lips would've brushed against his with another inch, “I think there's a difference between imagining and remembering." You'd always played the game back, but it was so difficult when he sported that cocky smirk.

“Sugar cube?" He asked it, but had already picked one from his pocket and softly pressed it to your lips. He was a menace to living peacefully and it really gave you no choice but to open your mouth just enough for him to slip the tiny block of sugar inside your mouth. “Don't distract too much, I want my tributes to make an entrance this year." Then that terrible man was sucking stray specks of sugar off of his fingers as he walked away.

“That was Finnick Odair." The female tribute, Anona, said in shock as she stepped into the carriage.

"That is in fact, Finnick Odair.” He didn't amaze you anymore, well maybe he did, not in the way it was when the Capitol Darling had first spoken to you, but a different type of amazement. That he was so full of himself yet paid so much attention, that he was insufferable yet you wanted to give into every temptation you'd ever had around him. As you tried to watch the parade your eyes kept finding him, he always stood out, even in the most crowded room. Sometimes he'd catch your eye and you'd look away like you hadn't been staring, a soft movement to feign innocence, but then you'd feel his burning eyes on you. It made it so difficult to not just look back over, let yourself succumb to the urges that wanted to let themselves be known.

By the end of the parade you felt physically hot and sick of yourself for letting yourself be so overwhelmed after one small interaction. Then you'd both made eye contact as you began to bring your tributes to the elevator and the wink he shot you with his self-satisfying smirk, internally it made you want to melt right there. Instead you rolled your eyes and blew him a kiss. Accepting the fact you'd have to fall into the yearly routines of endless flirting and acting like you didn't get yourself off thinking about his touch or the way

You'd just finished getting ready for bed when there was a knock at your door. You opened up to see the very subject of all your problems. There in all of his glory, leaning up against the door frame. “You shouldn't be here." You glared, arms crossed.

“Hello to you too." Finnick clicked his tongue, “Nobody seemed to mind letting me in or telling me which room is yours."

“Doesn't mean that you're wanted."

He hummed, leaning further into the room, “No, but the way you were eye fucking me says I am."

“Oh, aren't you presumptuous." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“More perceptive." He was so close now, it made you want to give in. But you couldn't. “I know you want to let me in, in the bedroom, in between those pretty thighs of yours and I'm happy to oblige.” Your breath hitched, the things he did to you were heinous. “C’mon pretty girl, don't you remember last year? How good I made you feel, I can do that again."

Your faces were so close that his nose was about to brush up against yours and you could feel your face burning up. “No."

He leaned back and you mourned the loss of his proximity. “No, you want me to go, or no, you don't remember. Because I can leave or jog your memory." Part of you wanted to tell him to leave, so you could try to rid yourself of the way your stomach churned each time you saw him.

You did remember of course, but it was an enticing offer. An offer that made your thighs clench together. So you stepped away from blocking the door and he got the message, smirking like the egotistical jerk he was as he walked inside.

His fingers tilted your head up, “You're going to have to use your words for me though." Fuck him, it was humiliating to have to talk about what you wanted, to beg him for to.

“Stay." You whispered and finally he kissed you. His lips were addictive as he took the lead, passionate and impatient like he was starved and devouring you whole. As he pushed you down on the bed, staying on top of you until he pulled away. Leaving your breathing heavily, but wishing he'd kept going.

He slid off your pajama pants, “You're such a liar." You looked at him, confused. “Acting like you don't remember last year, I thought maybe you were gonna be a good girl for me. But you're just as pathetic as always." His fingers undoing the buttons on the silk pajama shirt as you tried to catch the breath you were still at a loss for. “I bet you wore that dress today just because you hoped I would see it, like a slut." You couldn't stop yourself from the stifled whimper which you regretted when he had that signature cock smirk on. “See, I remember things about you, like how you're all talk, and how wet it makes you when I'm mean.”

"Finnick, shut up and do something.” You whined and he hit your inner thigh.

"Don't get all mouthy with me, don't you want to try to show me you can be good so you can get what you want?"

“Sorry." You frowned and he mocked it with own faux pout.

“Then be a good girl, it's easy, you just have to do what I say." You nodded slowly and he smiled. “Good, I want you to touch yourself. Show me how wet you are for me." His hands spread open your thighs, where your panties were obviously soaked through.

You laughed in annoyance, “If I was going to get myself off, I'd do it by myself.” What the fuck was wrong with him?

He shrugged, "Okay, you can do it yourself then, I'll leave, and you'll just have to use your fingers thinking of me all night.”

Finnick began to stand and you quickly stuck your hand between your legs to rectify the situation. He sank in between your legs, like he was trying to get a full view of the show. “To the side or off?"

His fingers pressed to your clothed pussy and you couldn't help but moan, “Tsk, so loud. You've already ruined them, take ‘em off for me, pretty girl. Nice and slow."

You hated him for making you do all this work, but obeyed, shivering when the cold air hit your bareness. “Finnick please just touch me."

He smiled, leaning in and you could feel his breath fanning across you, “No. Spread those pretty pussy lips for me, baby, and touch yourself. The way you would when you thought about me.” You huffed, but listened, letting out a shaky moan when your fingers began to circle your clit. “Good girl.”

You leaned back, closing your eyes, letting your other hand slip down to use your fingers. "Oh my god, Finnick, please.” You cried.

"Put another finger in for me, baby. Fuck yourself on them.” It was easy to get lost in the feeling even if you were desperate for his touch. "One more finger, got to take at least three to get you ready for me, pretty girl.” He wasn't getting you ready for him, you getting yourself ready. It was humiliating to hear how wet you were when you forced another finger inside, the way you moaned, face burning up. "Gonna come for me just like this.”

You shook your head emphatically, "Can't, I need you.”

"Then you'll keep going like this and then maybe I'll take care of you.” You whined in frustration, circling your bundle of nerves and curling your finger inside of you as you fucked yourself on them. It was so much you wanted to close your legs and he wouldn't let you, tight grip holding them open harshly. "Are you close, baby?”

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, please Finn.” You bucked your hips and he chuckled. "Wanna be good.”

"Being so good, music to my ears.” You kept babbling stuff you couldn't understand until you were in a white hot bliss. "There you go, baby. Right over the edge.” He pulled your fingers out of you and he was licking them clean. "Taste so good.” Your heart was pounding in your chest, echoing around your head.

He stood up, taking off his pants. “Need you inside me, so bad. Been so long."

"Might need you to take care of me first. Made me so hard.” You furrowed your eyebrows together, it was frustrating enough to make your eyes water.

“You're such an ass!" You exclaimed, hitting the sheets.

“Don't act out, I'm going to give you what you want. Just like seeing how frustrated you get, makes up for how much of a tease you always are.”

"So are you.”

"Oh, I know.”

“Finnick, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to god, I'm gonna make you sorry you showed up at my door."

“Enticing, I'll have to take you up on that at a different time." You laughed incredulously and he kissed you. This time it was a lot slower, a lot less head dizzying. "You ready?” He whispered between his lips being on yours as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Yeah." You nodded and you both moaned into the kiss when he pushed in.

“Feel so good around me, baby." He began thrusting in and your fingernails clawed into his shoulders. “So tight for me."

“Just for you."

“Just for me?" He kissed your jaw, “No one takes care of you as well as I do, do they?" He groaned, picking up his pace and you shook your head.

The overstimulation you already had made you so ready to go over the edge, "So, so close, Finn.”

"Yeah? Me too, baby. Wanna come with me?”

"Yeah.” You panted out, pressing your lips to his. He was so perfect and horrible and made you feel so good, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming when you came to the edge and he kissed you to try to cover them.

Once you both had somewhat come down from the high he was chuckling. “What?"

“They're gonna think you're being murdered, screaming your head off."

You playfully pushed at his chest, “Oh shut up."

“Make me." And you were sure it would be a long night and that this would certainly not be the last time Finnick showed up at your door.

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thanks for reading 💋 idk how I feel about this one, smut is so hard to write bc I feel like it's never good enough, it makes me nervous but I've been trying to like do it more for y'all. anyways if you enjoyed reblogs, likes, comments, and feedback are all much appreciated. asks and requests are open I've got some exciting requests coming even if I'm slow as fuck. love y'all 💋

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[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Can you please write some jealousy hcs for sf6 Luke, Ed, Jamie and Bosch? If you want to do different characters that's ok or if they are too many you can just do some. Thank you !!!

fun fact: this was originally supposed to be released 2 days ago but guess who accidentally deleted half of it. :| soo it had to be rewritten again. so sad. also I think you can tell who i like based on the length of the hcs, oops

Luke

For the most part, Luke's a pretty chill guy so things don't bother him as much as they used to when he was younger.

He's glad to see you expand your horizons and meet new people along the way, especially finding new masters to train under.

He wants to see how far you've come from the last time he saw you, so he asks for a quick sparring match.

And you'd exceeded his expectations!

He's happy to see you develop your own style and dominate the streets.

"Woah, you’ve really stepped up your game," he said, genuinely impressed.

One thing though...why do you fight like a certain drunken boxer he knows?

Oh, You're learning under Jamie? Cool. Cool.

He's smiling but you can feel the tension behind it.

Luke is definitely the type of jealous that tries to play it off in a joking manner.

"Let's just say, I've had a couple of run-ins with the guy." he forced a chuckle. "He’s...something else."

“Sounds like there’s more to the story.”

“Maybe there is, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re growing into an incredible fighter, and I’m proud of you for that.” He pulled you in to press a kiss on your temple.

"Thanks, Luke. That means a lot coming from you."

"Anytime," he said, reaching out to ruffle your hair playfully. "And hey, if Jamie gives you any trouble, you let me know, okay?"

"Of course." you laughed, swatting his hands away.

“Come on, let’s grab something to eat. I’m starving, and I bet you could use a bite after all that.”

“Sweet! But you’re buying.”

You're your own person and you get to decide who you want to train under, but it still nags at him from somewhere deep within.

It may sound selfish of him, but he would rather you come to him for your concerns than anyone else. In part as your Coach and boyfriend.

So when other people try to make moves on you, he's internally sizing them up as he gives them a once-over.

So even though he has a smile on his face, it never reaches his eyes.

But he won't bring it up this time since you held Jamie in such a high regard.

And he's not going to hold your hand for every decision you make, but he trusts you enough not to do anything behind his back.

He hates to admit it, but it does tick Luke off knowing that Jamie would rub it in his face in their next encounter, it’s almost inevitable.

So he would have a couple of not-so-nice words for the guy the next time he sees him on the street.

Ed

Ed watched you near the gym entrance as he leaned against the heavy sliding doors. 

You were running late to your nightly meet-ups and you weren’t responding to any of his messages leading up to now. 

He wouldn’t have cared if something came up and you had to cancel your date with him, but you mentioned how excited you were about seeing him today that he didn’t think you would’ve just dipped the last second. 

So he went on a whim and decided to pay the gym down the street a visit. 

And surprise, surprise, here you were. 

You were chatting with, what he could assume was your coach, in the middle of the room. 

Ed’s eyes flickered at the way Luke lightly squeezed your shoulder with a certain fondness in his eyes.

Bastard. 

He didn’t know if you were oblivious or dumb for not noticing, so he made himself known by stepping on the mats in your direction. 

His presence immediately drew your attention and your eyes lit up when you saw him approaching, stepping back from Luke you said, “Ed! What are you doing here?”

“You’re late. We had plans, remember?”

“Oh, crap, I’m so sorry! I lost track of time and…” You sputtered an apology and some excuses that fell deaf on his ears but his attention was more focused on your chummy coach.

Ed's glare could paralyze most people with fear, but Luke observed the exchange with a curious expression.

Realizing you may be having a one-sided conversation you introduced the pair to each other.

Luke extended a hand with a friendly smile. "The name's Luke, I'm one of the coaches here at Buckler's.

"Yeah, I've heard about you." He said, not acknowledging Luke’s hand, which made the former pull back.

"Ed’s been teaching me a little bit of boxing on the side.” You chimed in, wrapping your arms around him. 

Actually, it was a bit odd that he didn’t immediately try to shake you off. But that meant his mind was somewhere else.

"You’ve taught them well, They're lucky to have you as a teacher." Luke replied, adressing Ed again.

“Right…” 

He shrugged the arm you were hanging onto.“You ready to head out?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my stuff real quick then we could go,” you said, giving him a small peck on his cheek before heading toward the locker room, leaving the pair alone.

“Look I don’t know what you’re trying to play at and frankly I don’t care, but it ends now.” 

"Hey, man, I'm not trying to play at anything. I’m just their coach. We keep things professional here." Luke raised his hands in a placating gesture.

"Yeah? Well, you seem pretty damn friendly for just a coach." Ed scoffed, not buying it.

Luke sighed, dropping his hands. "I get it. You’re protective of them, and that’s fine. But you need to trust that I’m not crossing any lines."

"Trust ain’t something I give out easily. And right now, nothing’s telling me you deserve even a lick of it.”

"Fair enough," Luke said, crossing his arms. "But you should know that Y/n’s here because they want to get stronger. And I’m not going to stop coaching them because you’re feeling insecure."

“Insecure? Now you’re just spouting shit.” Ed narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t think so.” Luke hummed.

You quickly reappeared from the locker room with a bag slung over your shoulder. 

“Ready!” You said cheerfully, grabbing Ed’s hand. “Alright, I’ll see you later, Coach!” You called over your shoulder as you dragged the boxer towards the exit.

“Take care. And keep on practicing your footwork,” he gave you a small wave. 

“Oh, and Ed,” Luke said with a slight edge to his tone, making Ed turn to face him, “Take your shoes off the next time you step on my mats, won’t you?”

Ed scoffed, with a smirk tugging on his lips. At least, he ain’t no pushover.

You glanced between the two, sensing the underlying tension but not quite catching the full meaning of Luke's remark.

"What was that about?"

“Nothing, Just gym etiquette."

Jamie

With Jamie, he doesn't get jealous as easily as other people on this list. But he definitely has his gripes from time to time.

Woah, Pulling punches during a dance battle? Didn't see that one coming.

You told him you've been learning boxing from a guy who's been hanging around the beat square subway station, at least three times a week.

He was wondering what you’ve been up to.

Wait, did you say three times a week? That's more than you see him.

What's up with that?

He didn’t mind you picking up new skills, especially with something as badass as boxing, but he missed your late-night talks.

And now, it was basically cut in half thanks to this Ed guy.

So he thinks it’s time to give him a little visit from the infamous Jamie Siu, himself.

"Ah, now I get it." Jamie playfully circled him. "You got the whole bad boy get up and everything, huh?"

Ed looked up from his phone with an unreadable expression, “You gotta problem wit' me or something?” 

"Not at all buddy. I'm just trying to see who Mooncake’s been hanging out with.”

You sighed, telling him that Ed is just your Boxing coach and he’s teaching you how to wield Psycho Power.

Nothing more, nothing less.

After adverting the crisis that was about to break out at the station, you would give Ed a quick apology before leaving with Jamie. 

Ed shrugged, saying ‘whatever’ and went back to his phone. 

You would have to confront him about his attitude later on.

Even if he felt jealous of where your focus was, you’re still learning how to street fight. And he has no right to interfere with your training with your other Coaches. 

He shrugged at your concerns before asking if you wanted to try this new concoction he put together, offering the lip of his gourd to you. 

“Jamie, I'm being serious.” You pushed the bottle back to him. 

“So am I.”

You hardly picked up the way his eyes bore into your soul before he broke into a grin, taking a swig of his drink.  “Nothing like a good drink to ease the nerves.”

When you tell him you’re still upset with him about today, he’ll lean up against the rails and cross his arms. 

Most of his jealousy stems from the fact that you're spending more time with other people than him. And he feels a tad bit neglected.

He’s used to being isolated so the feeling isn’t new to him. But he found himself staring at the space beside him where he expected to find your presence.

The times when you don’t visit him, his mind wanders to the silly little adventures you’d tell him about and the places you get to see around the world.

But you have a track record of being gone for long periods of time and he just waits here, until you came back.

It’s not your fault. He was just being a hard-ass, so he would be the one to apologize. 

"Look, I know you’re still starting out and learning new stuff, which is cool n’ all but I miss our nights together. And if it’s that important to you, I'll back off. Just make sure to stop by from time to-time. ‘Kay?"

“I will…And thanks, Jamie. I really appreciate it.” 

After a beat of silence, you gestured to the gourd resting beside you two. "Now, about that concoction of yours.”

Jamie broke out in a grin, handing it to you. "Prepare to be amazed. The new and improved recipe is made from the ingredients you brought from Tian Hong Yuan. It’s got a kick to it, just like you.”

You both would’ve retired for the night in a drunken stupor, entangled in each other's arms.

He snuggled his face in the crook of your neck with a dumb smile, mumbling how much he loved you.

But next time you visit Ed, Jamie gives you a couple of ‘souvenirs’ to show off to your friend to show who you belong to. 

Bosch

You know, when you decided to stroll through town, Bosch didn’t expect you to pick up another Master.

If anything, he guessed it was your eagerness that made people naturally gravitate to you.

He could tell how much you admired Rashid’s wind abilities and charming personality, but it still irked him more than he cared to admit.

You would spend the majority of your days training and chatting with Rashid, eventually kicking Bosch to the curb.

He knew it was nothing more than a student-teacher relationship, especially since Rashid's wind techniques were something you wanted to master.

And the thing is, Rashid isn’t even a bad guy.

He’s just very charismatic, in a way that can be overbearing at times.

But he still couldn't shake the pangs of jealousy that gnawed at his soul.

With every new move that clicked, you would glance at Bosch to see if he noticed.

He’s at least a little glad you still sought him out, despite your attention being elsewhere.

Maybe that’s why he let it go on for so long.

He’ll sit on his emotions and let the feeling bubble in his stomach before he would ever confront you about it. 

He probably even lets out a few snippy remarks if you keep pushing him away.

He doesn’t mean it.

He never does, but Bosch has never been in a relationship before, so he doesn’t know what to do whenever he felt the burning sensation of jealousy below the surface of his skin.

Bosch sat by the window sill and let the cool midnight breeze brush against his face.

He should've been relaxing, but his mind was anything but calm.

He heard the soft creak of the floorboards as he turned to see you approaching. 

You sat next to him by the window, offering some food you got from the markets. 

Your presence instantly eased his nerves as you both sat in the dark, listening to the distant sounds of the city.

Sensing Bosch’s off demeanor, you asked what was on his mind.

“I’m just thinking.” He said, sipping his drink.

“About what?”

“You.” His eyes met yours, “…and Rashid.”

You blinked in surprise. “Rashid? What about him?”

“It’s just…you’ve been spending so much time with him. I get that he’s your new master and he’s teaching you a lot, but it feels like there’s no time for us anymore.”

"I didn't know you felt that way, but I'm sorry for not noticing sooner." You said aimlessly playing with his hands before tangling them together.

Bosch sighed, looking down at your intertwined hands. "You don’t owe me an apology. I know I’m being hard-headed. I just…I wish I could open up to you more."

"You can always talk to me about anything, Bosch. And you don't need to force yourself to do so for my sake."

He looked up, meeting your eyes again. “I know. It’s just hard sometimes. And seeing you with Rashid, makes me feel...”

“Jealous?”

“It’s stupid, I know.”

"I don't think it's stupid, it's a very human emotion. But I want you to know that no matter what, I'll always want to be here with you."

He hummed, still not taking your words to heart and opting to stare off into the night.

“How about this?" You scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder, "I’ll set aside more time for us, and you tell me whenever something’s bothering you instead of bottling it up...Deal?”

A smile tugged on Bosch's face as he drew your intertwined hands closer, brushing his lips against your knuckles.

“Deal.”

[shuttershocky]

Could you explain what aspects about MOBA's you enjoy? They've never clicked for me, but you always sound like you're having fun when you talk about them.

Sure thing, though a short history lesson first.

The Philippines is MOBA country. In the early 2000s, most people were too poor to really afford a gaming computer or console, but were still avid gamers. To fulfill this audience demand, many places opened up "Compshops", not a computer shop where you shop for parts, but a place to use a computer for a set amount of time like an internet cafe, but specifically for video games. Any student at the time could rent a computer for an hour at 20 pesos (sometimes even cheaper) to play video games. These kids would bring their friends, who would also bring their friends, and so you could have like 10+ kids entering a compshop at once.

Now if you put a bunch of computers in one place, you're set up for a LAN party. Two games emerged as kings here, Counterstrike, and Warcraft 3, with the latter's Defense of the Ancients custom map becoming the number 1 game.

These games were easy to pirate and easy to set up, but could also accommodate the large friend groups. Since they were team-based, you also wouldn't get a Quake situation where one guy stomps the entire lobby, better players had a responsibility to carry their weaker teammates.

Nowadays Dota is past its heyday, but still has devout players from my generation. MOBAs are still popular though, with Mobile Legends being what the kids are playing now.

This foreword is all to explain that I have never played any MOBA alone (except for SMNC). I have played DOTA and Dota 2, League of Legends, Smite, and now Deadlock with a party, even a full stack in most cases. This drastically increases how enjoyable the genre is, as so much of the fun is in team coordination and overcoming an immense challenge together.

Now as for what I personally like about MOBAs, it's how the genre ramps up tension and catharsis in a way no other video game can really match.

A single match in Dota 2 averages about 30-40 minutes, with really long games lasting for an hour, maybe more (the longest Dota 2 match in history was 3 hours long and was a pro match too!). The reason for that length is because everyone starts the match at level 1 and buck naked. Without any ability points you don't have any spells, and without items you don't have any stats. In this state it is impossible to siege the enemy base, because their towers will simply laugh and kill you if you try. Thus, you and the enemy team alike must gather resources to grow stronger through leveling up and buying items until you're strong enough to destroy the enemy base, while sabotaging the other team by killing them (and thus putting them into a respawn timer where they can't gather resources or defend their base) or by stealing what they have, since the map has limited resources.

This race to become stronger through any means possible creates the push and pull of the MOBA genre, but also has the side effect of ramping the tension like crazy. Since it takes a significant time to get strong, the match also gives you a lot of time to get emotionally invested, and the later the game goes the stronger that feeling gets. And since MOBAs have characters scale very hard going from wimps to being able to delete an enemy in the blink of an eye, the later the game gets the more punishing a single mistake or the more bountiful a victorious skirmish is.

This leads to some of the most intense, even anxiety-inducing experiences a video game can ever give. You just spent 40 minutes getting strong, but failed to stop the enemy team from also getting strong as well, so now you're both powerful enough to erase each other in an instant, the deciding factor is who makes the first mistake. Will all of your effort come to nothing, or will all of that time investment pay off in a spectacular win? That question can be decided in a matter of seconds.

And because youre only 1 player among 5, truly perfect coordination is almost impossible, and mistakes are unavoidable. Even when you make a mistake and the enemy capitalizes on it, they can still make a mistake themselves that you can exploit to turn a lost fight into a win if youve grown powerful enough to pull it off. A game can be decided in a few critical seconds, but nobody can ever be truly sure which seconds those are. Sometimes some people think they've already won, when suddenly the game is all over and they lost because they got overconfident.

It is because of all that buildup of tension and anxiety that the sheer catharsis when you win an extremely difficult game feels incredible. It feels so fucking good that you'll keep coming back even after some truly horrific losses to chase that same high.

I've been playing Dota 2 since 2012, meaning I've been playing the same game for 12 years now. Winning feels THAT good. There's just no other genre that gives me that rush.

It says something that the first game to truly compete with Dota 2 for me would be its spiritual sequel, Deadlock, which is Dota 2 if it was a third person shooter with actual movement options (bunny hopping, sliding, airdashing, walljumping, the works!)

Okay, okay, and also because Deadlock lets me parry enemy players to stun them.

It's so much fun. Neither Dota players nor Overwatch players expect you to just parry them when they go on you.

[catgirl-catboy]

My hopes for S2 of the total drama reboot:

More Axel screentime! Honestly, I felt like Ripper really should have got voted out that ep because he was less useful to the team and the nerds were already annoyed by him. It felt like they booted her just because she's like Eva in the episode where they voted off Eva.

Julia keeps the bun the entire season

Maybe I'm getting my hopes up, but Priya x Millie? You can have it be one-sided if you want to make Priya x Damien canon. But they had just as much, if not more romantic tension then the canonically queer couple! (not a bad thing, I love Rajbow too!)

Speaking of Rajbow, I DON'T want season two to introduce artificial drama between them. I don't think it would make sense from a character driven perspective, because Bowie knows how to play the game too well for that. I think that in season two, its likely he'd put his relationship on hold to better persue the million.

Emma Villain arc, but like in a sympathetic way. She really wants to win the million and prolonged Chase exposure might cloud her judgement on what she will do to get it.

Nichelle and Julia alliance. Or just any interaction between them. Please. I need to know how she'll react to Julia's true colors.

Speaking of Julia, I want to see her come back next season with a new fake personality. Maybe have her be a fake gamer girl idk. Nobodies buying it.

For Priya and Millie, I want to see them both working on a book TOGETHER next season. Maybe a total drama survival guide?

Less fart jokes from Ripper. More of a personality that does not revolve around fart jokes from Ripper.

MK learns from her mistakes and gets farther in the next season. I want her to pull a Noah.

In between seasons, Damien watches Total Drama and becomes a fan. Maybe he and Priya geek out about it?

This one's never gonna happen but if the writers make my Autistic!Priya headcanon official I would literally die of :DDD

Either vote Caleb off first again, or give him something distinct from Justin and Alejandro. This is silly, but the first thing I thought of is that he dislikes his looks because its hard to make genuine connections with other people when all everyone wants to do is get in his pants.

More humor based around Zee being an amputee. As a physically disabled person, I thought it was hilarious and handled respectfully.

Bowie and Emma don't become friends again, so WAYNE takes over trying to help Emma out with Chase.

What do you want to see next season?? Please tell me in the RBs I'm curious!

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Could you recommend me some enemies to lovers? I love this trope! Thanks for your work ^^

Here's quite a few suggestions, I forgot how much I love this trope. ~Jen

True Like (or Looks Can Be Deceiving) by dualwielding

Kurt loves his job at the off-Broadway theater. As for Blaine Anderson, Kurt might have to work with him, but he doesn't have to like him.

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Feel my heart's intention by @kurtsascot

Blaine started to hate Kurt on his first day. And it was a shame, really, because they could have been cute together. 

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Clinging to this hating game by notarelationship (justpracticing)

Based on this prompt from the Klaine-prompt-a-fic blog on tumblr:

Kurt and Blaine couldn't stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

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Home away from Home by @lilyvandersteen

Cooper buys a hotel sight unseen and asks Blaine to run it for him over the summer. Only, the hotel is a health and safety hazard and Inspectors Hummel and Abrams are hell-bent on closing it down. Can Blaine spruce the hotel up in time and save Cooper's investment?

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Make Food and War by @kirakiwiwrites

What if Blaine and Kurt met another way?  AU Meetings with the theme of: Food. We all know how our boys met on the show. For this creative challenge, let's play with how the boys might have met in alternate universes. And this time, use the topic of food to be the through line of your creations.

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Living Haphazard By @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion Anna_Timberlake

Have you ever thought of getting cheated by a house broker and getting to know that you had to stay with another stranger who was also cheated? What if you are getting stuck up with the stranger in the apartment due to unavoidable circumstances? What if you hate him as well as have a crush on him? What if you had to fight your inner self and the stranger? What if he agreed on helping you which can only happen in dreams? This is a real living haphazard, isn't it?

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The Hating Game by orphan_account

Blaine can count on one hand the amount of people he has hated in his life. But Kurt Hummel is definitely The Worst.

Or: That co-workers AU where they hate each other (until they don't)

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Anyway, Here's wonderwall by @honeysucklepink

Inspired by the story of the Oasis cover band and pub goers who got stranded at a pub in a snow storm.

Adam Crawford is the proprietor of a tavern and music venue in the English countryside. Just before Christmas, he hosts a Battle of the Bands, unaware of a forecasted winter storm. A blizzard traps the patrons, the final bands standing, One Three Hill and The Warblers, and their bickering leaders, Kurt and Blaine. The two have been rivals since their NYADA days, but their friends and bandmates can smell the unresolved sexual tension a mile away. If circumstances had been different, so too would their relationship. So their friends decide to give fate a little nudge...

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About-Face By @quizasvivamos

At the start of the Marching Band season his sophomore year, Blaine is the youngest Drum Major in McKinley High history. However, none of his peers believe he deserves the title, especially a handful of embittered upperclassmen, including one particularly stubborn Color Guard Captain, who challenges him in more ways than one.

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Mendacious By @forabeatofadrum maanorchidee

Blaine Anderson is McKinley’s biggest star. Everyone in school loves him. And he’s gay. Blaine Anderson has what Kurt Hummel wants. When Kurt finds out that Blaine’s hoping for the same scholarship at the prestigious NYADA, Kurt knows for sure that he deserves it more, but no one seems to agree. There has to be something wrong with Blaine. If Kurt could expose that, it’ll all be over for him. With a scholarship at stake, Kurt’s willing to go very far to find some dirt on everyone’s favourite student.

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Turn Into a Pose by @little-escapist

Singer-songwriter Blaine Anderson wants to come out of the closet. When his publicist sets him up with movie-star Kurt Hummel, he’s ready for anything, but the last thing that Kurt wants is a relationship with anyone, let alone Blaine. He hates his publicist for setting him up, hates the idea of lying to the world, and hates letting the world invade his personal life. But maybe Blaine Anderson is exactly what Kurt Hummel needs.

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French fries and Milkshakes by BlurglesmurfKlaine

Cheerio!Kurt and Nerd!Blaine don't exactly get along. So what happens when they get paired for a glee club assignment? They're polar opposites. They're voices shouldn't work together, neither should their personalities. Or their chemistry, for that matter. They're two very different things that shouldn't blend together, but do. Kind of like French Fries and Milkshakes.

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Bites by foxxed

Kurt Hummel is a Chef de Cuisine with a tongue as sharp as his knife. But when the restaurant across the street finally opens, Kurt is confronted with an old culinary school rival - the always smiling and opera-singing Italian Chef Blaine Anderson and things are about to heat up faster than the average stove.

[r0-boat]

The undateables three if they had audio accounts.

OBEY ME Mephisto, 13, and Raphael x reader

18+

Minors dni

Cw: mentions of assault

Link to the demon bros

Link to the Side characters

Raphael

I feel like His he has a very unexpressive voice, but somehow he still gets so many followers; he can't act for shit; however, his voice is so soothing to listen to people just naturally fall asleep to it.

I can see him reading popular books; he is a very soft and fluid reader that just either puts you right into the story or right to sleep. Hearing him read to you like this is always so comforting.

Has a very specific upload schedule that he himself is not really aware of but his followers pick up on it quite well.

Only starts doing boyfriend audio role plays because he gets asked to do it so many times, now that he has folded ones people think he's going to fold again when they ask for NSFW content... he just barely gives the people what they want before cock blocking them.... he does it so much that it's becoming a running gag between his followers. You can pry that whimpering voice from his cold dead hands.

His audio rps are cute and sweet don't muddy it up with your Unholy sinning filth( he's only joking of course, but that still doesn't mean you'll get an audio of him moaning) Raphael mostly does audio where he feels in as your protector role, whether it's your night in shining armor or bodyguard.

Preferred pet names for listener

But the thing is about Raphael's audios; this man is so good at the build-up and sexual tension that people are just drowning in it, begging for him to give them at least a crumb. And he's just like, "No~."He has one of those good mics too, ones that he can switch from ear to ear, and you can hear him from either side of you; he is excellent at whispering sweet nothings into your ear or, if he's feeling a little devious that day, tease you by running his tongue and nibbling against it his hot breath making you shiver.

Angel,

baby/babe,

pumpkin.

Thirteen

Random and slightly unhinged, she probably made it when she was fucked up drunk on Demonus one night and just kept it around for when she's horny and wants to fuck around and find out. Until she starts putting way too much effort into her silly little hobby to stop now.

Her content goes from, "your goth girlfriend takes you out on a cute date at night" to ASMR beating you unconscious to help you sleep then beating you again when you wake up. At this point her followers can pretty much tell when she is memeing in her audio or not. Even in her more serious ones, she tries to be at least a little funny.

She posts everyday at an ungodly hour, followers are confused and a little concerned like hello, do you sleep, ma'am?!

Would you believe her if she says most of her audios are Improv? 13 is the queen of Improv.

Most of her audio is her domming; she prefers her dear listener squirming underneath her helplessly as she does whatever she pleases to you. Imagining how your body would feel grinding against hers is getting her so wet

13 hardly ever does any Scripts unless it's something she really likes, she has a hard lady boner for Horror/ slasher nsfw scripts. Especially if it's dead by daylight, good Lord, humans make slap'n horror games...

Most of her serious audios are horror based so a lot of her kinks are darker in nature. She tries to make it clear in her descriptions so she doesn't hear people complain about it. Sometimes albeit very rarely, she will post cute girlfriend audios; she's just here to have a good time.

Preferred pet names for listener

Bee/bby ( yes said in that exact way)

Cutie

Sweetie

Sweetling

Mephisto

If you ever see him on the horny audio site no you didn't. Goes all out for each audio, has a good Mic is perfectly edited and has a significant sound effects. He doesn't post too often, but enough to keep his dear followers fed.

When he's feeling a script, you know it's going to be good he's very expressive voice will make every character pop, with phenomenal acting with a silver tongue to make you swoon! So he does fill scripts that other people write. His go-to is his own; he has his own little characters with their own little personalities and stories.

Sometimes if his dear sweet listener is crave a certain character enough, he'll make a series about them, maybe even name them.

His preferred nsfw audios are ones where power play is involved whether it's him or listener. A good example is his fan favorite Sugar Daddy x listener series, an audio series about him spoiling his sweet listener with money and his attention~. Though he has never done darker Kinks, he has thought about doing them...

He does make softer romantic audios where his character is open up and has sickening Sweet Moments that are sure to make your heart melt. Or maybe even heart-wrenching angst. Very rarely he will post an audio where it is nothing but him roughly taking the listener growling and mumbling broken sentences of "take it" or "Mine... Your mine!"

If you want a script to truly Captivate him give him a script with not only a good character to follow but an interesting world and story you'll have him going back to your page for refills.

Preferred pet names for listener

Darling

Beloved

My sweet betrothed.

Little Dove/ Dove

[skaruresonic]

Relevant to SH2 and remake, Thankfully there are more people who are rightfully critical toward the upcoming remake as shown in the tweet but as you can also see there are also peoppe who downplayed the original game like that bruh

I'm already not interested in the remake but more people try to give this shit a chance and more i really don't want to play the remake

https://x.com/cringebusted/status/1825551346944336120

"SH2 is way too generous with its ammo," they complain, only to try and fight Eddie using the Great Knife instead of the three hundred shotgun rounds the game gives you

finally, some good fucking food takes in this Chili's. based and mandolin-pilled

I noticed in IGN's preview video that the boss design seems to have been restructured. Instead of you being locked inside a room with Pyramid Head and forced to hug the corners until the siren sounds, you're locked in a much more open room with PH while he chases you around.

That just feels backwards. PH was the centerpiece of the first boss encounter, and that was reflected in the camera angle:

But because Bloober made the galaxy-brained decision to scrap fixed camera angles, they're forced to reinvent the wheel. This new over-the-shoulder mechanic centers James instead. The original's claustrophobic effect becomes lost when you're given more room to move around in. The original forced you into close proximity with a monster you didn't want to be anywhere near.

It's weird, is what I'm saying, especially when coupled with the dissonant ease with which PH swings the Great Knife.

On top of that, the combat mechanics are just... off, in a way that rings false. PH took a swing that James "dodged," but which should have definitely killed him:

We also get particle physics of debris spraying everywhere, because how else will the audience know the Great Knife is powerful?

This blow should have cleaved James in half. Proximity to the Great Knife dealt massive amounts of damage in the original. If it so much as nicked you, it was treated like a heavy blow, if not an instant kill:

As a matter of fact, YouTuber Pongsifu hilariously died after merely getting glanced by the knife:

But I guess coding the Great Knife in such a punitive manner would have been "too clunky" and compromised the combat. It doesn't matter that the Great Knife was so brutal in the first place because it represented James' desire for punishment, and as such became a painful burden to carry. Nah, Pyramid Head moves too slowly; let's have him wield it like a Buster Sword instead, because that makes sense and doesn't compromise our ludonarrative integrity at all.

Everybody knows SH2 ain't shit without ~le good combat~. And if we have to dilute the symbolism of our game mechanics to do it, by God, we'll do it.

Again, I must stress that "fixing" the combat implies a sense of skewed priorities on Bloober's part. The combat was simply a means to an end in the original; you're meant to run away instead of fighting everything you see. Now the remake's design shift practically guarantees that you stay and fight enemies, which runs antithetical to the original's sensibilities.

"Almost every boss in 2 consists of running from one corner of the room to the other" - Because tight quarters evoke a sense of claustrophobia. Do you also complain that you have to push past the Mannequins in the hotel basement without any of your weapons?

Most of the series' bosses take place in enclosed spaces. Sure, not all of them are set in rooms specifically, but they always pen you in in some form or another. Not that "spray and pray" makes for much more engaging boss battles than "wait and strafe," mind.

And why is claustrophobia suddenly considered a bad thing in a horror game? It reduces the tension when they give you room to move. See my point about how they restructured the Pyramid Head encounter.

"Silent Hill 1, 3, and 4 all had much, much better bosses."

AHAHAHAHA... oh wait you're serious.

How to tell me you haven't played Silent Hill 4 without telling me you haven't played Silent Hill 4. There are only two bosses in that game and one of them, no lie, blows chunks. It was seriously so bad that it contributed to my list of reasons for never playing 4 again. You cannot sit there with a straight face and tell me this was better than the Eddie boss fight:

[zimithrus1]

For the Fanfiction Writing Asks... I'm kind of cheating due to low spoons, sorry:

80: please answer 1 to 5 of the other 79 questions, choosing the ones you'd rather talk about today? 😅

Asks List

Cheat all you need to with low spoons, I've been there am there 💚 But also thank you for the versatility~ This is a little long so I'll add a read more option. Let's see...

7. Post a snippet from a wip With Barnaby’s portions in hand, Kotetsu carefully steps out of the kitchen, walking into the living room with a soft smile on his face. He sets the bowl down against a small coffee table just a few feet away from the couch. (Also bought on one of Kotetsu’s mentions).

“Here you go, baby bunny.” He softly says as he sets the water down next to it.

A flush of red on Barnaby’s face from the extra sweet term of endearment. “Thank you.” He says in despite of that coyness.

“Of course.” Kotetsu smiles. “Here, let me…”

He trails off, but when Barnaby shifts ever so slightly, he’s already on the move to help him reposition himself. With how his partner had his leg clutched, he’s obviously in pain, and moving himself around too much makes it flare up worse. Though with someone to help, it eases the strain. (Coming soon to an ao3 account near you lol! 😂)

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently? It varies, but more often than not I've got something playing to keep me from getting too distracted. I tend to put on songs without words, or songs that I've heard over and over and haven't gotten sick of yet. Lately when I've been writing, due to my faltering mentality, I've been listening to this and this to keep me both distracted and focused as possible. 🎧

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles? 95% percent of the time I come up with the tile before I even start writing. It's hard for me to start if I don't have a good title. I can think of an idea, flesh it out in my head, but until I come up with a title it stays there lol! I come up with titles from songs, not-so-common words, or smashing two words or things together. It varies depending on the idea.

34. How much personal/life experience do you include in your fics? A lot. Writing is usually how I process a lot of thoughts and feelings I don't normally allow myself to have or act on. Or its experiences I want to have, or things I was denied when I was younger that I can give myself through words now. Maybe even just to think 'wouldn't it be fucked up if this happened??' and going with it lol 😂

45. What genre/trope do you tend to write the most? My go-to trope is tied between hurt/comfort and fluff and my go-to trope is friends to lovers. Hurt/comfort has always been a good push and pull for me. I love writing how characters would react/act to bad/painful/stressful situations, and when the tension dies down, having something or someone warm, soft and comforting waiting to help pick them back up. And fluff is just, so sweet and fun to write. I've always had a knack for the cute, fun stuff in writing and art. Just makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside hearing it. Ties in very well with hurt/comfort too, like an extra layer of glue. 👌 And friends to lovers has always been a thing I've gravitated towards even as a child. Mainly based on my own experiences. When watching movies, reading books and playing games I always thought 'how could someone just fall for someone they don't even know? I wish X went for their best friend, they've known each other for so long! It seems unfair!' (might've been the demi/ace in me too lol 🖤🤍💜) There's a connection between friends, especially friends that grew up together. They've seen the other through every stage of their life, shared secrets and late nights and pinkie promises, adventures and heartaches all the same - I always thought what's more intimate and special for a partner than that? 💗

Long rambles jeeze lol though I do love these little ask games, I get so eager to share 😆 Thank you very much for the ask, and sorry it took a little while to get to - I apparently had a lot I wanted to blab about 😂 Take care~ 💚

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie hi! Hi Finnie hi!! Well first of all congrats on reaching 1k followers you deserve that and more because you’re an AMAZING writer and a very lovely person (and yes I know that I already congratulated you but shhhhh)

Now if it’s not too much to ask can I have number 9 pretty please? (It’s gonna be weird to describe myself but here I go)

Ok so I’m a latinamerican person with curly brown hair, brown eyes with myopia so I need to wear glasses, I’m like 1.70/5’7. I’m riddled with anxiety, and there’s probably something else going on up there in my brain but idk. I love animation be it 2D, 3D or stop motion (I love making puppets), and also I love cinema, big movie fan me. Specially horror movies, sci-fi and fantasy ones! I also love playing video games, my favourite type of games are story driven games or puzzle games, so when a game has both it’s the best for me. I really like reading books, again mostly horror (like Stephen King) or fantasy novels (like Lord of The Rings). I listen to music daily. I really like building puzzles and learning things (specially languages) AND I love everything that has to do with space and cryptids (hope this wasn’t too long I love you Finnie bye 🧡)

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ah gus this was PERFECT! i am so excited about this one!! and thank you so much ily ;-; 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

so the thing is, i struggled between three boys, because i could have given you a scarecrow, your beloved, and i could have given you a jervis, but i think that's just because you're so loveable that you suit everyone 💚 i think though, this is a good match!

first of all, glasses wearers unite. ed obviously has a thing for people with glasses (or monocles) and i think he'd love having a partner who wears them too because his love language is acts of service. cleaning your glasses for you and putting them away carefully each night would be quick habits he formed to show you he cares

riddled with anxiety? ok first of all, he would love the casual use of any word relating to riddles so jot that down. but he shares this with you, and the other vague neuro-divergencies that we just can't put a finger on (don't we all...) but that means he's loaded with methods for grounding yourself and diverting panic attacks and he'd love to put those to use on someone he loved

he doesn't explicitly mention loving film or cinema, but ed's such a romantic at heart that i find it difficult to think he doesn't enjoy classic cinema, and even contemporary films too. he has all the potential to be a movie buff. i don't think there would be any genres he wasn't keen on, but sci-fi and animation would definitely be up his street, and he'd marathon any series with you at the drop of a (bowler) hat

and as someone who had an entire show in the narrows where he did a comedy skit about his rival, puppets would have come in handy, so expect that to be a bonding experience for you both

ed loves video games too! and story based or puzzle ones would definitely be his favourite. something like the original resident evil games where there was a plot, a mystery, some tension, and a whole lot of puzzles to solve would definitely appeal to everything he loves about gaming as a hobby

music is one of his loves, and he enjoys having it on in the background while he works away. something about a partner who enjoys it too would have him giddy. he'd grab you for a quick dance, either fast or slow, at any opportunity just to feel the music with you

someone with a strong desire to learn and a geuine love of educating themselves would be so important to him. he's a little sponge that absorbs facts and information and knowledge, and you two could bounce off of each other, tutoring the other in subjects they're not as clued up on until you have a strong, shared knowledge base. he'd make study plans, and flash cards! how romantic!!

i'm adding a headcanon in here, but i think that as logical and fact based ed is, he seems like the kind of adventurous little soul who would definitely be into the concept of cryptids, and the world beyond our own out there in the universe. he's intelligent enough to know that there's no way we're alone in the universe, and adding complicated scientific explanations to the more bizarre things that happen in our world would feel like solving a little puzzle to him

[furtiveseal]

Yesterday my campaign of NOVA came to a close, mostly because I won't have time to run anymore, but I want to do a little debriefing to give it the sendoff it deserves.

First off, the system itself: I like NOVA, and I think it was fun enough to play for my players, though since it was my first time doing anything with the system my players did have some issues with the difficulty of encounters, or lack thereof. Sparks are supposed to be powerful, but several fights ended with the enemies never even getting a chance to act, which definitely cut off some tension. I also think NOVA might be a bit too rules-lite for my taste, but that's probably because I like having more guidance as a GM.

Campaign-wise, actually having a schedule for once proved to be incredibly helpful in reliably playing, and I don't think I'll ever go back to haphazardly trying to find a date where everyone's available.

I do think I'm not cut for running a homemade adventure though, it made having to prepare the game honestly stressful from session to session. I'd rather run a pre-written module, I think it also helps with my narration as a GM, since I consistently found myself stumbling on my words or just not setting up as good an ambience as I wanted to. My players told me they had fun, and that's all that matters in the end, but I never really felt good about my GMing like I did when I was running pre-written modules.

More generally, I think I need to rethink my approach to systems. I like TTRPGs and the only way I'm consistently playing them is as the GM, but I still mostly pick the systems I want to run based on those I want to play, which doesn't always work well. There's also the issue that I'm a big wargamer at heart I think, I like having a mechanical layer to my games and so I gravitate towards games that don't necessarily fit my groups or my most recurring players, though I think I'm doing a decent job at making the systems palatable to everyone.

I'm not sure what system I'll run when I do inevitably end up running again. I still really want to run Lancer because as a GM it looks incredibly fun, but it's also got a clear target audience as a tactical game that might not fit my players. Same thing with ICON, but at least I know other systems that can scratch its fantasy itch - Pathfinder is an option, but the rules look pretty dense and combat a bit too far on the tactical scale of the spectrum. Avatar Legends would be neat too, if I can find a pre-written adventure for it... And I've got hundreds of games to read through, I'm sure I'll find something.

Also one of my players said he might try to run something and that'd be dope as hell

[oodlyenough]

What did you think of TLOU ep5 and the changes to the game? I honestly thought they did things better in the show.

Honestly same, I really liked it. This segment of the game is fun to play but much of the story would be lacking on screen without that gameplay, and the action would've felt/looked too unrealistic on tv I think... like, Joel and co escaping a gazillion-strong army and infinite infected lol.

This got really long so it's under a cut. At the end I talk a bit about tlou2 spoilers although it's marked:

I thought Sam and Henry were great and I liked the changes that were made there, although I have to admit I'd actually forgotten the finer details of their story, eg I had forgotten there was more tension between Henry and Sam in the game. I don't mind them replacing it. I also thought Sam being Deaf and the use of ASL brought an interesting element to their story that wasn't in the game. I thought Sam and Ellie's bonding was adorable. Also... henry... 👀

In my ep 4 post I was worried maybe they'd make Henry somehow "deserving" of his fate, vs game Henry being an innocent. And I suppose they kind of did make him guilty... but it was an extremely sympathetic reason VS Kathleen being utterly unreasonable (more on that below) so I was fine with it in the end.

I gotta say even though I knew it was likely Sam and Henry would have the same fate as their game counterparts, Ellie's "my blood is medicine" got me fhklghldfkg I was like well that makes no sense but I'll allow it" bc I wanted poor Sam to be ok :( Ellie sis I feel u.

My #unpopular opinion, I think, is that I don't really like the angle the show is taking of "the infected are still themselves inside". I guess it's meant to be part of the body horror and stuff. Maybe I'm just being a game purist. It just seems a bit goofy to me and I can't really embrace it lol. Reminds me of the James portions of TWDG s4 which I fucking hated.

The action sequence at the end was incredible imo, felt simultaneously very game-like (Leo pointing meme @ the sniper) while improving adapting the source material well. The infected surging out of the ground, the Bloater, etc, were all really well done I thought. Also the child clicker omg hats off to the baby gymnast bc her movements were creepy as shit.

Joel nailing every shot made me laugh a bit because I fucking suck as the sniper LOL I always get everyone killed sooo many times.

Probably the most contentious bit of the episode is Kathleen. I think she served her purpose well enough -- I've seen plenty of complaints that she wasn't compelling, or that she was too cartoonishly evil, and then I think about how in the game, Philly is just run by an-entirely-men-only military armed force who hunts down Joel+Ellie and every other "tourist" with completely unjustified determination because... uh.... because ? (I get they kill tourists for resources. Surely Joel, Ellie, Henry and Sam are not worth the resources expended to track them down across the fuckin' city lmao. It only works because video game.) So obviously the show had to do SOMETHING else

Anyway, I think Kathleen mostly worked. I don't think she was sympathetic at all but I don't think she needed to be -- whatever sympathy you might briefly feel about her brother is pretty quickly extinguished by her saying she knows he'd want forgiveness but she doesn't give a shit, and then again later by her being like "lmao fuck them kids". I also thought casting Melanie Lynskey to use her softest soccer mom voice while saying heinous shit was great... I feel like the "well she's not threatening" stuff is totally off base lmao I don't know how anyone could draw that conclusion tbh. Are entitled """""nice"""" white women leading a lynch mob not terrifying...??

TLOU2 discussion/spoilers:

Obviously the natural comparison here is Kathleen and Ellie and/or Abby. I think her story hits a lot of those similar notes -- she's blinded by her revenge to her own destruction and the destruction of those around her, etc. So I understand where people are drawing those connections. I don't think it's really, like, fair/accurate to Ellie or Abby to say that Kathleen is exactly the same. I don't even think it's a case of "well if we spent time in Kathleen's shoes we'd understand", a la what TLOU2 did/wanted to do with Abby. Neither Abby nor Ellie mobilize and jeopardize their entire community to exact their revenge -- the former Fireflies come by choice, and so do Dina/Tommy/Jesse. Clearly the collateral damage of their revenge is a huge part of the game, but Ellie and Abby also don't have any "Fuck them kids" scenes where they expressly want to murder children as a punishment for their guardian's sins, lmao. The closest you get is Ellie threatening Lev, which is the bottom of the barrel low point for her character and then she turns it around in the end.

So... I don't know. I mean yes obviously Kathleen serves as a bit of foreshadowing or a "parallel" or whatever, but I do think it's inaccurate to pretend it's hypocritical to judge Kathleen but like Abby or Ellie lol.

My final general thought/slight criticism is that the show isn't especially subtle. I've become a bit more sympathetic to television's lack of subtlety over the years as it has uhhh become clearer to me how much an audience will just straight up miss stuff, lmao, and I think part of the stuff that feels un-subtle feels that way to me as someone who already knows the story intimately and perhaps doesn't read that way to a first time viewer.

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@organized-chaotic-disaster Ahhhh gotcha gotcha!! I didn’t know there were any games with poly options tbh, that’s really nice to know 😭 and yeah, I imagine it must feel really jarring to have everything just take a complete 180 like that, with everyone ignoring the past romantic tension. Some kind of acknowledgment of it would be nice, but yeah, unfortunately I don’t see that ever happening 😭 so we’ve gotta rely on headcanons and fanfic, which sucks And thanks for responding to me!! I wasn’t really expecting a response tbh, but it’s really nice to talk about stuff like this ;v; I really enjoyed reading your thoughts!! Like I said, I didn’t know any games had poly options, so I learned something new o:

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No problem! I'm usually an absolute mess about talking to people myself - despite always wanting to - but, I've committed to doing what I want on this blog in particular and I want to talk about my favourite things with interesting people! So it was actually a pleasure to swap words with you!😊❤��

And yeah, I'd love for that to happen with OL but, I do understand why it likely won't be a thing.

On the topic of other games with polymance options though!

So, as I formerly mentioned. The game FH, or Fallen Hero is my primary example of a well done poly-capable romance route that's built into a good story driven game. It's a text-base 'build your own story' series that has a word count in the hundreds of thousands per book [steam link here] and is, in fact written by only one person!

It's, of course, the exact opposite type of story of Our Life, mind you😂and deals with a lot of dark subjects regarding mental health, dehuminization, trauma and morality/ethics. So, it's best to keep that in mind before choosing to play it. I would personally rate it at an 11/10 on a quality chart though! It's an absolutely superb game and the creator spends years putting their heart and soul into making sure each path you take is fleshed out and organic and that all your choices matter. They do actually have a tumblr here too, if you want to look into it more [fallenhero-rebirth] just be mindful that it might have spoilers.

As for other games with poly-romances, well... Unfortunately, most of those are purely in the 'R-rated maturity' kind of space. They're either dating sims with a heavy sexual focus or just straight up p*rn. Which is why I don't really include them so much, since it's kind of defeating the point of what I'd want poly-routes to be in, which is genuinely normal and story driven games like OL. Many of these games are simply PWP and so I wouldn't really consider them at all, unless you just wanted something spicy and exciting (which is absolutely cool! I'm such a ho, I have so many of these games honestly lmfao).

Overall, your best bet is really just searching for them😂it's not surprising at all that you didn't know they were an option because, truthfully, there aren't that many out there. I have heard the names 'Creme de la creme' and 'Tally ho!' thrown out there though, so maybe give those a peak and see if there's anything worth playing? I know nothing about them, honestly.

Personally, finding new games only partially scratches that itch for me, tbh. Only because it's not fulfilling my desire to have that polymance in the other games I wanted in the first place lol. I totally agree that it sucks having to live off of headcannons opposed to legitimate official content🥺Man, what I wouldn't give for that OL polymance... Still, at least looking into other games gives us an outlet and allows for some validation😭