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angelatsumu · 6 months

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secrecy. [j. price]

in which captain price denies his love for you publicly, and that doesn't go over well.

cw: angst (a tiny bit...like it's a little hurtful), SMUT, minors kick rocks DNI, price called daddy but is very switch/sub here, knife play, afab!reader, sorta toxic behavior (don't deny your spouse for a bit of approval with your friends bro), blood play a tiny bit, riding, overstimulation, not proofread

“there’s simply nothing worth settling down for lads. end of discussion.” your teeth met the inside of your cheek to stave off the grimace that fought to surface. your lover, the man you called your husband, had the audacity to allow such foolishly indignant words slip from his liquor laced tongue. the gall of the man who’d insisted you make him the happiest man on earth, the one who’d spent hours practicing his speech in the mirror, was something you’d found quite unexpected. to allow such insanity slip from those precious lips you kissed every morning was far more than an insult to your heart; it broke your pride. you’d pridefully and proudly called yourself the captain’s wife, head held higher than it had been before the silly ring on your finger. it was one thing to keep your marriage a secret—that you two had agreed upon—but to admonish your place in his heart? that was unmistakably cruel. your eyes met your lover’s as the men seemed to light-up at his words, applauding him for his dedication to the taskforce and military business. the display only made you want to revolt even more.

the drive home was quiet. normally you’d pretend to be a bit too drunk so that price could pretend to chivalrously take you to your apartment, but tonight you felt no need for such a foolish charade. there was simply no scent for your fellow task force members to follow because john had snuffed out that flame with his foolish banter. you sat bitterly brewing in your misery, flames of wicked jealousy licking at your heels with each passing moment. john could feel it radiating from you, the air too thick for him to swallow as he pridefully refused to concede and beg for forgiveness. the sheer thought of your husband standing by his bravado-littered statements covered you in a figurative sheen of vengeance. you were desperate for the opportunity to right him, to make him eat every little word he’d muttered. you had half the mind roll out of the moving car right this moment, but you decided against such reckless antics. instead, you’d decided to kickstart his own descent into delirium. there was nothing more tantalizing to your husband than making love to you, and perhaps that is where your edge lied.

the sight below you was gloriously sinful. your lover with flushed cheeks and tear-speckled eyes, precious blade of your combat knife nestled just beneath his jaw. your hand could slip and it would bring scarlet red droplets to the surface, giving him a closer shave than he’d bargained for. he knew this, and the thought made his cock stir inside your velvety walls. with each teasing roll of your hips a whimper fled john’s lips, soft pleas for your mercy. his eyes glistened at you as though you hung the stars, just as they were designed to. pressing the knife’s blade ever-so-lightly, you lifted your hips high enough that only the tip remained encased in your plush cunt. the action causes your husband’s brows to knit together as you hover there with the cruelest scowl you can manage. “please, love. ‘m sorry, daddy’s sorry,” he all but whimpers, hips stirring before halting at the feel liquid running down the side of his neck. you scoff at him, eyes narrowing as you lean closer to the object of your affection. your lips hover above his, breath fanning over his skin. “yeah? daddy’s sorry, hm?” he nods eagerly, knicking himself again in dumb desire to please you. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, deft tongue licking a stripe along the path of the stray droplet of blood. the action of ownership leaves your husband dizzy as an uncontrolled whimper leaves his lips. you hum, wicked grin pulling at your lips as you plop yourself down onto him. the fat of your ass claps against his thighs, and your head falls back at the feeling of being so full. you groan, rolling your hips forward just enough to catch your clit on the ridge of his pelvis. john’s hands instinctively move to clutch your hips, and you tut at him amusedly.

your cunt was driving john to insanity, and you weren’t too far behind him. the pace you’d set was increasingly tiring, but your abdomen continued to be set aflame with carnal desire. the clap of your ass against your husband’s lap resounded through the room as you fucked yourself—and him—stupid on his girthy length. orgasm after orgasm had rushed over the two of you, yet your desire for more never wavered. your grip on your beloved knife had since loosened enough that there was no true threat, though the thrill remained. your husband was beautifully fucked beneath you, lip quivering as his eyes struggled to stay open. your tight heat felt torturous, the sensation of your walls griping him like a vice bringing him to tears. your eyes intently glared down at your man, as much as you could while being fucked open. “can’t take anymore, love,” your husband whimpers, hands gripping your hips harshly as he weakly attempted to slow your movements. you huffed at him, hand moving to grip his jaw and force his gaze to yours. your gaze made his cock stir inside your plushy cunt. “you can take it,” you spat at him, squeezing his jaw at the hinges to force his mouth open. without thought you spat into your lover’s mouth, riding him with more tenacity as you felt your high approaching. “oh fuck,” he whined, head falling back from your gasp as you milked him for his last orgasm of the night. “you look at me when I fucking cum, and you remember who you settled down with, john,” you scold him, tugging on his dog tags to force him to meet your view again. the sight before you was picture worthy, pitiful fucked out captain gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky; to him, you did. your orgasm swept you in a vicious wave of euphoria, thighs trembling as you moaned softly over your lover. the cant of your hips slows as you ride out your high, sweat-coated body leaning to press flush against his. john sighs, arms wrapping around you as he babbles apologies into your chest and neck. “never mean’ it, never say it again” he babbles softly, and you’re certain some of his brain oozed out from his ears with how thoroughly you’ve fucked him. with a sigh you untangle yourself from him, peering softly into his beautiful eyes before leaning to pepper kisses along his face. “i love you, John. thank you for letting me have this,” you hum softly. truly he could’ve called off the whole encounter, but he allowed you this relief. oh, what a lover you have.

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smoshyourheadin · 4 months

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spencer’s funeral and his partner is the special guest and roasts spencer so hard and than revels that they are getting a cat together but everyone thinks it’d a baby announcement lmaoooo or however you wanna end it

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pairing: spencer agnew x f! reader

a/n: anon i love this idea so much!! guys please don’t come at me for these terrible jokes i’m just a girl really 😜 also i’m posting sm rn go me

requests are open <33

“lebron james inspired us with his baller moves. steph curry inspired us with his words. spencer agnew inspired us by being a piece of shit, so we would never follow in his footsteps.”

you’re stood at the podium of the funeral, spencer in the coffin next to you holding a bouquet of plastic flowers as he tries not to laugh.

“spencer is a gamer, and we all know that. but if he spent as much time with me as he does on world of warcraft, i’d be the happiest girl on earth, but hey, at least he has a high gear score to keep him company whilst i cook.”

you see everyone laugh as you switch the paper, angela cackling over what you thought was a pretty shit joke.

as the laughter dies down, you continue on. “spencer and me only ever disagree over stupid things, and i think to myself, he must know he’s short when he has to look up to see eye-to-eye with someone who's shorter than him, because i’m always right. i’m sure courtney feels the same about shayne.”

at this, courtney yells “FACTS!” from behind one of the cameras, and you shoot her a wink.

shayne then stares you down, and all you say is “shayne don’t worry, i’m a short king ally!” which he just smirks at.

“i have some pretty bad jokes here, so let’s quickfire some.“ you mutter to everyone.

“if sleeping on my arm were an olympic sport, he’d have more gold than michael phelps.” this earns a giggle from spencer, as you have a folder on your phone of him asleep in the most awkward ways possible, always lying on your arm somehow.

“he’s so obsessed with video games, even his posture looks like it's from a character model that hasn't loaded properly yet.“ this makes everyone cackle, spencer opening one eye to glare at you, and you just laugh him off.

“your gamer boy posture is so bad, chiropractors have your picture on their vision boards on what to improve on.”

“do you guys think that,” you exhale through your nose at what patrick has written on your prompt card. “spencer’s idea of sitting normally the same as a pretzel’s idea of being straight?” which is so bad it’s good, making you crouch down to laugh.

you stand back up after a moment, your stomach twisting over what you’re about to do. it’s going to be so worth it, but gosh you feel bad.

“spencer, my lovely boyfriend, is a mt dew kickstart addict, certified gamer girl, and a soon to be father” and at this last statement, everyone gasps, and spencer’s eyes shoot open and he sits up. he looks at you intently, and you see him experience about a hundred emotions at once

you smile at everyone, turning to a camera, pulling out a printed off certificate of adoption, a picture of a tiny ginger cat taped to it.

“we got a cat!” you say, almost proud of how shocked everyone is

as you turn to look at spencer, you hear shayne’s laugh, and you look at spencer with sympathetic eyes, mouthing ‘i love you’ to him over all the laughter. he just smiles, knowing that this cat is going to be so loved by you both. especially you. because you love him so much.

as you sit back down, spencer sits up. having come back from the dead, he has some things to say. he goes through everyone at his funeral; alex, shayne, damien, tommy, selina, and then, you.

“and finally, my beautiful girlfriend, y/n. my bundle of sunshine, blinding and hard to look at directly.” you scoff at this, and he looks at you with a look that says this is a joke please don’t kill me when we’re home.

“i mean, come on, you cry at surf's up? i guess even animated penguins have higher emotional intelligence than you.” he manages to say through a fit if giggles. spencer always teases you for this, even though he cries at the NGE film. loser.

after wrap, courtney comes over to congratulate you on your cat, and just catch up generally.

“so, cat parents hey? proud of you girl” she says with a grin.

“yeah, i kinda feel bad scaring everyone into thinking spencer gets game in bed.” you reply, earning a laugh from her.

“don’t be mean to me! i’m a player you know?” spencer says coming up behind you.

“okay, sure you are mr ‘i cry at anime’.” you snap back.

he throws his hands up in defeat, and you kiss his cheek, going off to see amanda.

“she’s so cool.” courtney says

“yeah,” spencer replies. “she’s not that bad.”

she elbows him in the ribs, and he clutches his side

“i mean, she’s the best!” he says through strained teeth, courtney doing a proud nod before catching you up.

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communicationthroughlyrics · 4 months

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Red Wine and Roses

You just got home from a long day at work, excited to see your girlfriend, Lizzie. You anticipated her being busy making dinner for the both of you to kickstart your weekend, as per tradition. When you finally get home, she isn't making dinner- no. She has dessert ready for the main course.

TW: Smut, smut, and more smut. 18+ ONLY.

As you trudge up the steep hill toward your cozy little apartment, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement in your chest. Today was long and tiring, but it's all worth it. Because at the end of the day, one person is waiting for you, who makes all the stress and exhaustion fade away with just a smile. Your girlfriend, Lizzie, or Elizabeth Olsen as she is known to the world, and your bi-weekly Friday date night, where you both put away the phones, disconnect from the outside world and enjoy each other’s company over one of Liz’s homemade meals. She's the light in your life, the beat of your heart, and the breath in your lungs. The thought of seeing her face, her beautiful, familiar features, makes you quicken your pace, almost running up the final stretch of the hill.

You burst through the door, tossing your keys onto the entryway table, and almost trip over your own feet as you're met with darkness. Confused, you walk through the kitchen, seeing she is truly nowhere. But then you hear the faint panting coming from your bedroom, and your heart races as you worry about what you are about to walk in on.

You follow the sound, rounding the corner and finding Lizzie on her hands and knees in the center of the bedroom, dressed in a black lace bodysuit that hugs every curve, her long, dark hair falling around her face in a sexy mess. One hand is buried between her legs, her fingers knuckle deep within her wet sloshing heat, and the sounds filling the room from her arousal only further stimulated you. You groaned at the sight, quickly loosening your tie and unbuttoning your shirt.

"Oh, you bad girl..." you groan as you head over to the bed where she lay, eyes pinched shut. You kneel beside her, reaching out to brush a lock of hair away from her cheek. She looks up at you through lust-filled eyes, her lips parted as she pants for air. "You've been so naughty, haven't you? You couldn’t even wait for dinner.” You tease, gently tracing a finger along her lower lip.

She nods eagerly, arching her back as her hips buck forward into her hand. "Oh, please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with desire. You can feel the heat emanating from her body, and you can't help but admire how she's taken control of this situation. Lizzie has always been such a tease, but tonight she's taken it to a whole new level.

Without further hesitation, you reach out and gently push her hand away from her aching core. "No more," you growl, your voice husky with lust. "It's my turn." She lets out a moan of protest, but you ignore it, instead guiding her to lie down on the bed. She writhes beneath you, her body thrumming with need as you undo your pants, freeing the strap you had put on in anticipation for tonight. The toy springs free, ready for her. You grin down at her, enjoying the way she looks at you with such desire, and position yourself between her legs. "Are you sure you want this?" You ask, teasingly, as you stroke the length of the fake cock against her wet folds.

She gasps, arching her back off the bed, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Please," she breathes, her hips bucking up to meet your thrust. "I need it." You can feel the heat radiating off her, and the way she's panting for you, begging for release. You press the head of the toy against her entrance, feeling her body tighten in anticipation. With a growl, you thrust it inside her, filling her up with the cold, silicone length.

Her nails scrape down your back, her hips moving in time with yours, urging you deeper. You lose yourself in the feel of her body, the tightness of her around you, the wet heat that envelops you as you begin to move. You glance down at her face, watching her expression as she comes, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut. You can't help but smile as she writhes beneath you, her body shuddering with pleasure.

Her movements grow more frenzied as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. You feel the tension as her inner walls grip the toy tightly, her muscles tensing and releasing in time with her gasps and moans. You can tell she's about to explode, and with one final thrust, you feel her body tense and shudder as she comes undone. Her cries echo through the room, filling your heart with warmth.

You slow your movements, taking in the sight of her flushed face and sweaty body. She looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips still parted from the exertion. You can feel the warmth emanating from her core, where the toy is still buried deep inside. "You're so beautiful when you come," you whisper, brushing a stray hair away from her damp forehead.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hands moving to your shoulders as she pulls you closer. "That was... intense," she whispers, her voice still unsteady. "I didn't think I could take any more." You smile down at her, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the way she's responded to you. You begin to rock your hips gently, careful not to push too deep just yet.

Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parted as she takes in a deep breath. "You feel so good," she whispers, her hands curling into the sheets beneath her. "I never thought..." She trails off, lost in the sensation of your skin moving against hers. You can feel her body begin to relax, her muscles softening as she lets go of the tension from earlier.

You continue to rock your hips, matching your movements to hers, feeling the warmth between your bodies grow as you become more intimate. Her breath hitches as you brush against a particularly sensitive spot inside her, and she arches her back off the bed, her fingernails digging into your shoulder. "Oh, god," she gasps, her hips moving in time with yours. "Don't stop."

Her words fuel your desire, driving you deeper into the sensation of being connected to her. You can feel the strength of your arousal building, the need to release it growing with each passing moment. You glance down at her, watching her face as she looks up at you, her eyes glassy with desire.

Her body moves with yours, her hips meeting your thrusts in perfect rhythm. Her nails dig into your back, leaving trails of pleasure and pain that only serve to heighten the sensation for both of you. You can feel her body tensing, preparing for the release that's building within her.

You look down at her face, watching as she bites her lip, her eyes half-closed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. You slow your movements, taking in the sight of her flushed skin and sweat-dampened hair. She looks up at you, her expression a mix of desire and vulnerability that makes your heartache.

With a groan, you thrust deep inside her, feeling the tightness of her body as she wraps herself around you. Her nails scrape down your back, her hips moving in time with yours, urging you deeper. You can feel the tension building within her, the anticipation of release coiling tightly in her core.

You press your lips to hers, feeling the warmth of her breath against your skin. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry to your mouth, and you eagerly let her in, tasting the sweetness of her as you move together. Her body arches beneath you, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she comes undone.

Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as her body shudders with pleasure. You feel the ripples of her orgasm through your own body, and with a growl, you follow her over the edge. Your release is intense, your thrusts becoming erratic as you lose yourself in the sensation of being so deeply connected to her.

You collapse on top of her, panting, your heart racing. Her arms are wrapped around you, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. You feel the weight of your exhaustion settling heavily upon you, but you're not ready to let go quite yet. You roll to the side, pull her into your embrace, and close your eyes, savoring the warmth of her skin against yours.

You feel a contentment spread through you that you haven't experienced in a long time. The world outside this room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you, connected in this moment. Her breathing slowly begins to steady, and you can feel the tension slowly leaving her body. You gently stroke her hair, tracing idle patterns on her shoulder.

"That was... intense," she whispers, her voice still slightly shaky. "I can't remember the last time I felt... like that."

You press a tender kiss to her forehead, reluctant to break the silence that has fallen between you. "Me neither," you admit, knowing that it's true. There's something special about her, about this connection that you share. You don't want to think about what happens when this is over when she has to go back to her life and you're left alone again.

She turns her head to look at you, her eyes meeting yours. "Thank you," she says simply. "For everything."

"I love you," you whispered.

"I love you more, Y/N. You're my world."

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You had expected her to be grateful, of course, but hearing the sincerity in her voice makes it all the more real. You want to say something, anything to make this moment last forever, but the words catch in your throat. Instead, you press your lips to hers, hoping that the passion you feel will convey everything that you can't find the words for.

Her lips part beneath yours, and you feel a shiver run through her body as you deepen the kiss. Her hands move up to cup your face, her fingertips trailing lightly over your cheeks and into your hair. She pulls you closer, their bodies molded together once more as if they were always meant to be this way.

The room spins, and for a moment, you're lost in the sensation of her lips against yours. It feels like the rest of the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you and the connection that binds you together. As the passion between you reaches a fever pitch, you realize that you don't want it to end, that you never want to be apart from her again.

Her body arches beneath yours, her breath hitching in her throat as she moans into your mouth. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving tiny trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through your veins. She's soft and warm, and every touch only intensifies the need that you feel deep within.

You pull away from the kiss, gazing down at her flushed face and beautiful eyes. You can see the desire in her expression, the need for you that mirrors your own. You trail your fingers lightly down her neck and over her collarbone, feeling the soft skin beneath your fingertips.

She gasps as you brush against a particularly sensitive spot, arching her back further and pressing herself closer. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, seeking the contact she craves. You follow her lead, guiding the strap against her wetness, feeling the heat of her body against yours.

Her lips find your neck, and she begins to kiss and nip at your skin, her breath hot against your flesh. You can feel the need growing inside of her, building with each passing moment, and you know that you're just as close to the edge as she is. You slide your hand between them, guiding her over the swollen head of your toy, feeling her wetness as she spreads her desire around you.

She looks up at you, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded, and you can see the anticipation in every line of her body. You can feel the tension building inside of you, the need to be inside her, to feel the connection that only their bodies can create.

You push forward, the head of your strap pressed against her entrance. She gasps, arching her back further, her hands moving up to grip your shoulders as she prepares for the invasion of her body. She lets out a moan that is both pained and pleasure, and you know that she feels it too.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she meets your rhythm, her hips moving in time with yours, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. You look down at her face, watching as she bites her lip, her eyes half-closed, her skin flushed with desire. You can feel the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment, and you know that there's no going back from this.

You press deeper, feeling her body move against yours, her tightness surrounding you like a glove. Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as she comes undone beneath you. You feel the ripples of her orgasm through your own body, and with a groan, you follow her over the edge. Your release is intense, your hips bucking wildly as you stutter the toy into her.

Her nails dig into your back, her legs wrap around your hips, and her body arches into you as she meets your climax. You collapse on top of her, panting, your heart racing. Her breath comes out in shuddering gasps as she tries to catch her own, her skin flushed with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion.

You pull out of her, rolling to the side so that you're lying beside her. Her arm comes up to drape across your chest, her hand resting lightly on your stomach. You look down at her, taking in the softness of her skin, the curve of her breast, the way her hair falls across her face. You don't want to move, don't want this moment to end.

You feel a sense of contentment wash over you as if everything in the world has finally fallen into place. It's not just the physical connection that binds you to her, but the emotional one as well. You feel as though you've known her for lifetimes, as though you were always meant to be together.

She looks up at you, her eyes still heavy from their shared passion, and smiles. "That was... incredible," she breathes.

You nod, unable to find the words to adequately describe what just happened between you.

She reaches up, cupping your cheek in her hand. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice soft and sincere. "For being with me tonight." Her thumb gently strokes your cheekbone, sending shivers down your spine.

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'm always here for you, Lizzie. You know that." You lean in, brushing your lips against hers in a gentle kiss. Her lips part, and you feel her tongue against yours, a tentative exploration that deepens the kiss. Your hands slide down her back, cupping her bottom, pulling her closer. You groan as she pulls away all too fast for your liking.

"Nuh uh, Y/N. Now we have a dinner to eat." You smirk at her comment.

"But, I thought you weren't supposed to have dessert before dinner?"

She laughs, the sound low and husky. "Well, I'm glad you think so. I hope you're still hungry after all that." You can feel the weight of her meaning behind the words, and it makes your heart race.

You stand up and offer her your hand, pulling her to her feet. She links her fingers through yours, and the simple touch sends a rush of warmth through your body. You follow her into the kitchen, where she's set up a candlelit table with a platter of lasagna in the center. "Smells amazing," you tell her, leaning in to kiss her neck as she pours you some wine.

She shivers at the contact, her breath hitching. "Thanks. I hope it tastes as good as it smells." You take your seat across from her, savoring the way she looks in the candlelight. Her hair falls around her face in soft waves, and her eyes sparkle with excitement. As you begin to eat, the conversation flows easily between you, touching on the highlights of your day and your plans for the weekend. This life was all you could wish for.

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live-laugh-lenney · 3 months

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omg i’ve just had the sweetest thought😭

arthurtv letting his gf sit on his lap during their streams together and just playing video games together and being all cute

please, this is adorable! i think i have a small blurb on here somewhere that has a really small scene where she goes and sits on his lap during a filming session...

newbie.

that's what her friends called her whenever they were on a stream on discord during a gaming session. even though she'd been streaming and gaming for a few months now, and knew the ropes on when the best time was to stream for her followers and what games they would enjoy seeing her play, the nickname stuck.

before she met arthur, she worked a normal 9-5 job in a local shop that was a short walk away from her london flat, getting up early in the mornings with a routine planned out for her entire day. but the more and more she was seen in arthur's videos and the more she was featured in his vlogs and the more she appeared on their friends' youtube channels, the more people wanted to see her doing her own thing.

so she took up streaming, where she held gaming nights with the two arthur's and george and chris and where she held nights where she would just waffle about her life to the camera, just to get a feel for it. to see whether she enjoyed it. to see whether it took off or whether it wasn't worth the hassle in changing to her career. coming home after a busy day at work, having dinner, before she disappeared to sit in front of her computer for a couple of hours.

george let the nickname slip.

once.

during a game of fortnite because it was a game highly requested by her followers to play in a squad match with her friends - to the point where she would even venture out of her circle and play with some of her followers who requested a chance to be in her team. and she was terrible at it; she claimed any form of shooting game or games that required skill were never her forte and that she was simply doing it for the entertainment factor as people loved to see them all in a joking manner with banter being thrown around.

and it stuck.

she couldn't shake it off, months later. not that she minded, at all. she found it quite endearing and sweet how she was loved and welcomed into arthur's circle with wide-open arms by his best friends, like she'd always been a part of something special, as if she'd known them her whole life. because the last thing she ever wanted was to be placed as an outsider by his friends, know as just 'arthur's girlfriend' who led her own life and never involved herself as a part of their group or was never included in their plans.

they loved her, and respected her, and that was all that mattered.

and they'd been her biggest supporters from the moment she chose to make streaming and content creation her new career path. they were with her the moment she quit her job, they helped her to create her own gaming setup in her spare room, and they gave her tips and pointers on making videos and editing, giving her as much help as they possibly could to kickstart her new start. and she was incredibly thankful for all of them.

there was something she loved about making money off of having fun with her friends, her boyfriend and her followers. and, as time passed, she felt lucky to have been given the platform she had been given and never took it for granted.

"i'm going to save the last two episodes of this story for the stream tomorrow," yn says to the camera propped up before her, suddenly feeling the hefty weight of the headphones sitting upon her head and she could feel her ears getting hot from the padding, "i think we did good tonight, we completed almost all of it in two hours."

she watched arthur play a couple of episodes of lego star wars on a stream, not too long before, and she found something therapeutic about re-completing a game that she had already played before. how she used to love playing it when she was younger and that it was something nostalgic for her... so she'd asked him to show her how to stream herself playing it which he had no issue with doing.

"i can smell dinner, i think arthur's cooked for me," yn grins at her screen's monitor, her belly rumbling from the wafting scent of some form of seasoned meat in the air, "he's a cutie. in case you haven't realised, this isn't my usual setup."

she took a look behind her and, if people were clever enough, they'd see arthur's setup just behind her in his own spare room.

"arthur created a little space for me in his office so we can game and film videos together sometimes," she grins widely, reading all of the sweet comments that came through on the screen; some vibing with her and how cute arthur could be to others sending in games for them to play together, "he said he had a surprise for me when i came over tonight and he showed me this. i could have cried on the spot."

her eyes glazed over the comments, flowing in constantly, and it was hard for her to keep track of what people were saying.

"maybe we'll do a little setup tour for my youtube," she suggests and shrugs at the camera with a nonchalant grin on her lips, "maybe it'll be with you guys in the next couple of days. maybe not. you'll just have to wait and see."

she closed the game from her monitor and let a blank screen fill the space, her own face appearing in the bottom corner as she prepared to close down the stream for the night.

"same time tomorrow, troops. i'll see you then. love to you all," she blew a kiss to the camera and waved, "bye!"

she made sure everything was closed down before she stood to her feet, sliding her headphones off of her head and hanging them up on their little stand beside her screen, stretching out her back from the aches and the cricks that were forming from her hunched position over the last couple of hours. she tucked her chair back underneath her desk and grabbed her water bottle before leaving the room, into the open space of his living room, which was filled with the smells of something delicious.

she noticed the table was set with plates and cutlery before she saw him standing at his kitchen island, dishing everything into bowls so they could help themselves to however much they fancied that night, pan in his hand as he scooped beef strips into a ceramic bowl.

"good stream?"

"the best," yn grins widely as she took her seat at the table, "we hit 2k viewers about an hour ago."

"oh, that's brilliant," arthur gasps proudly and he supports the most genuine smile on his lips, looking at her as she grins proudly, "i told you you'd get there eventually."

"they loved the setup, too," she smiles, watching as he set the pan down in the sink before he picked up the plate of wraps and the bowl of beef strips, leaving behind the salad on the bar that he was going to go back and pick up once he set his full hands down on the table, "i might have to stream here more often now."

"that was the plan," he admits, setting the bowl and the plate down before he went back to the breakfast, not without passing her by and pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "i'm really proud of you."

"couldn't have done it without you," she says.

he sits down at the table beside her, both of them in a position to see the sun setting over london, painting the surface of the thames with oranges and pinks, the last of the sun shimmering on the windows of the buildings opposite.

"i've got a video to film tonight, do you fancy being a part of it? could do a watch-along together," he suggests, filling up a wrap with beef and some salad, wrapping it all up with a fajita-style fold before he took a hearty bite from the top, "people have been asking for you to make another appearance."

"only if you're fine with that," she says, following his actions as she filled her own wrap up, "what are you watching?"

"it's just a short video from reddit about nature and animals," he says and she laughs softly, "what?"

"nothing, i just love your little fascination with the animal kingdom," she admits and he blushes, looking down at his plate, "it's cute. i find it fascinating when you talk about anything like that. all the facts you tell me. it's like having my own walking, talking encyclopaedia."

and when it comes to filming, she finds comfort in sitting closer to him as they watch the reddit videos together. she's wrapped in one of his throw blankets, in her comfiest clothes (which was a tee from his wardrobe and a pair of black cycling shorts peeking out from the bottom), settled on his lap with his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady on his thighs.

"an orca slapping a dolphin straight out the sea," he reads from the screen and, as the two of them watch nature take its course, they're both completely enamoured by the scene before them, "oh, jeez. the amount of air that thing gets is insane."

"they're the bullies of the ocean," yn adds and she remembers arthur saying something like that previously, when they'd been cuddled up in bed with a documentary about the ocean playing as they wound down for the night, "i bet that was an incredible thing to witness happen though. being that close to a dolphin seems amazing but to be that close to an orca, too? it's a bonus, a two in one special."

"have you ever seen a dolphin?"

she shakes her head and cranes her head to look at him, "never. it's on my bucket list though. that and to see the whales off the coast of gibraltar."

"maybe we'll take a trip," he says, "one day. i think i'd love to see that, too."

she leans back a little more comfortably on his lap, her back resting against his front as she brings her knees to her chest, tightening the blanket around her body to keep her from being too exposed to the camera and to keep her a little warmer, his arm helping to bring her closer to him.

"that was probably his killer instincts coming out though," yn explains and arthur cocks an eyebrow, confused, at her, "what?"

"they don't eat dolphins?"

"they do," she nods and he's genuinely surprised by her little bit of knowledge on orca's and their food chain, "they don't just eat seals and penguins, arthur. they eat dolphins and other sea creatures, too."

"look at you, eh?" he teases softly and, in that moment, they forget the camera is rolling and that they're actually filming a video for his second channel, "you're just as nerdy as me when it comes to the animal kingdom. my interests are rubbing off on you."

"i have my surprises," she grins and brings a hand up to poke a finger into his nose, "i know it might not seem like it sometimes but i am interested in your interests, silly." xx

#arthurtv #arthurtv imagines #arthurtv blurbs #arthurtv fics #arthurtv headcannons #arthur frederick #arthur frederick imagines #arthur frederick blurbs #arthur frederick fics #arthur frederick headcannons

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TMAGP 30 Thoughts: Concrete Evidence

Our finale is upon us. Albeit more of a slightly extended episode than it is double-length. It's more like 10 minutes longer than a standard episode and while I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing I do think it sort of sucks to set expectations and then not deliver on it. Especially when it was a Kickstarter stretch goal. I worry the epilogue is going to feel like the last 10 minutes sliced off of this one too. Either way it was a great episode all in all.

Spoilers for episode 30 below the cut.

This episode follows the classic late in a season episode formula. By which I mean lots of it is really explicit about what it means but some bits are the sort of thing I like to pull out and analyse. So a lot of the plot beats aren't things I need to cover but there are lots of quotes I do want to dig into. Starting with Sam and Celia on the train, which is a real culmination of Celia's general game plan so far. While it's made abundantly clear by the end of this episode her manipulation of the characters has been a fairly constant part of her characterisation so far.

CELIA It sounded like you’d have gone anyway. At least this way I can make sure it all goes to plan. SAM (small laugh) There’s a plan? CELIA Besides, you’re not the only one who’s curious.

That quote really sums up her whole deal this season IMO. She's always been pushing characters to do one thing or another. As soon as her intentions are brought up she'll avoid the question and move the conversation on to something else. It's been happening basically since she was introduced and I'm really glad to see it built up into something satisfying.

Man, poor Colin. I was hoping we'd get some sort of escalation of his storyline this episode but it looks like that'll be more of a season 2 affair. Similarly that looks to be where Gwen is headed too. She's finally got the job she's after but as Lena warns, and as we're all well aware, she's woefully unprepared for it. Mr. Bonzo, Ink5oul, Lady Mowbray, and Needles will all likely play larger roles in season 2 because of it.

I'm not going to get into the details much but I did really enjoy the Custodian's statement. Lots of fun vibes and little details with his character all around. I would've liked to see him stick around in all honestly and crop up again. His fate is quite interesting though because it's showing a lot more from [Error]'s abilities than has previously been showcased. She made Drowning Victim drown but her statement was all about drowning so that's not too crazy, this is much more tangentially related and a far more extreme effect on the victim. Hard to know how much that means but it might be worth pointing out.

The Hilltop Centre is a lot different to what I was expecting. It seems much more like a supernatural hub than the prior incidents concerning it let on. I'm wondering if this is unique to this universe or a constant throughout them. Without getting too much into the details it could be fallout from TMA's ending but this wound that Celia talks about strikes me as a little odd in that context. There was seemingly only one of them at Hilltop. Unless the world Celia came from is also where Darrien 3 came from, as he arrived from that point, then that wound is drawing in everyone from other realities. However if that's the case then there are some fairly major questions about the metaphysical underpinnings of it. It got "better" when Sam was thrown in but there are also clearly a lot of other people coming through as the Custodian mentions.

It wasn’t all death though. Sometimes people… arrived. Not often, but every now and then you’d find some thin, emaciated soul wandering around, lost and confused.

It wasn't just Darrien 3 that came through, multiple people arrived in the same manner. A manner we know isn't how Celia got here because her reaction to that incident was that it wasn't the same. So is this wound just an amalgamation of all the imbalances from all the various universes? We know why Celia wants to "balance" this because it's trying to pull her back, hence the "sleepwalking", and it would eventually win out. How it works on a larger scale is sort of hard to say. It seems like it will just be there forever until everyone who's not meant to be in this universe has left. That seems like a very tall order based on what we've seen. Speaking of balance.

The institute, alchemy, all of it. It’s all about balance. Dua prima, four elements, seven planets, it’s all the same. You’ve got to keep things balanced.

This is a very interesting quote. There are two possible interpretations for this and I'm not sure it's intended to be seen that way. Each of the things Celia lists here is either correctly numbered or off by one. So she might be saying that these are things for which balance is important, or she's saying these are unbalanced things and need correcting. Either works well with her point here.

Dua prima is not really actually a thing as such and is both the biggest indicator she's talking in terms of them being off by one, but also the biggest indicator she's not. Paracelsus' tria prima is a fairly important concept in alchemy as a whole and if you've read more than a few of my posts you'll have seen me mention it. In short sulphur, salt, and mercury are representative of three fundamental properties. Combustibility, permanence, and fluidity respectively and in addition represent the body, the soul, and the spirit. Paracelsus didn't arrive at this idea on his own however and it's largely an addition to Jābir ibn Ḥayyān's work. Jābir, or Geber as he's sometimes known, had this theory of metals that stated all metals were a mix of sulphur and mercury. Additionally sulphur is associated with masculine qualities and the sun, while mercury is associated with feminine ones and the moon. It's not ever called dua prima so far as I'm aware but you could reasonably make that argument.

This same logic can be applied to her mention of the four elements in which fire, air, earth, and water would make up a classical set of four but can also be considered off by one as aether is a later yet—still classical—addition. Alchemy has seven "planets" each with a corresponding metal but our modern definition puts seven off by one as we would say there are eight. However with all that being said I'm more inclined to believe she meant these things were balanced as they are. I said that the dua prima was also the best indicator of that and for the reason why we've got to go back to episode 19.

Doing mummy and daddy Stasi proud, I’m sure. Not that anyone cares as long as it all balances, right? Not too much mercury or the world ends, not too much sulfur or we all go mad…

At the time I said this was two of the three primes of tria prima, which it is, but in this context it doesn't appear that the lack of salt was an omission. Salt just might not be a part of it at all. It's fairly hard to say exactly how important this will be though. It certainly seems quite relevant but it's also something they might be making up rather than anything more firmly rooted in existing alchemic lore.

I don’t- when I first awoke I knew nothing, nothing but the dream of things that sliced my who from me with claws like scalpels… They would hunt me and toy with what it meant to be me peeling away my layers first my name, then my memory and then… …and then the fearless one reached in and grasped me, tore me out, leaving my story to fall away like autumn leaves…

I think Celia's statement has very little to get into really, I just wanted to mention that it was a nice detail. Another if you know you know and not a topic I get into here. [Error] also has a line here I think is interesting but it requires getting more into TMA than I care for so I'm going to leave it. I'm not 100% sure what to make of it either as of yet.

And there we have it. Season 1 is wrapped. Well other than the epilogue, What If?, fluff episode, and trailer. I don't have much of a bow to tie on this really other than to say I've really enjoyed this season and I'm excited for where it's going to go next.

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Prediction Follow Up

Celia is going to get [Error]ed and exposition dump about her whole deal. - That happened but the exposition relevant to the show's plot didn't occur via that.

Alice gets got and she's got some secret twisty trauma. - Didn't happen.

Teddy can give her a lift and we'll hear what was on his mind. - Also didn't happen.

Speaking of [Error] it seems likely that Celia is going to reveal at least what she knows about Archivists. - This didn't not happen but also didn't really happen exactly.

With [Error] being this season's antagonist it's likely that she's going to get defeated in the finale. - Kinda sorta maybe.

It could be a gaping maw in realities that sucks our cast off to someplace new. - Got some of our cast at least, so lets say 3.

Hilltop is likely to play some role in defeating [Error] and if I had to hazard a guess I think it's likely we'll see some of the great cosmology at play here - Kinda sorta.

I think we're also going to see a good bit of Gwen going behind Lena's back too... I don't think we'll necessarily see anything major happen but I do think it's a pretty likely hook for season 2. - Yeah, that all basically happened.

Final Score 10/10 - Being incorrect does not impact my self-worth.

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Season 2 Predictions

Honestly, I don't have much to say for this. It's probably going to be still follow the same characters, Sam will deal with whatever new universe he's in, Celia will play dumb but Alice won't buy it, Gwen will fail to deal with her new responsibilities, Teddy will reveal some awful secret, Colin will go further into the deep end, and there will probably be some sort of Magnus-based twist.

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Incident/CAT#R#DPHW Master Sheet and Terminology Sheet

DPHW Theory: 3366 is a very pleasing set of numbers. This one matches episode 8's Architecture (Liminal) -/- Hunger too which I mention for the thematic symmetry. They're quite different incidents but has some similar elements. Which I think is a good indication of my theory's strength. You'd expect some sort of parallels to be able to be drawn if these numbers were ratings in categories as I've laid out. It's not definitive proof but it's more than I've had to talk about here for a while.

CAT# Theory: CAT2 is another obviously "wrong" one for the Person/Place/Object theory IMO. Hilltop is a place but Hilltop didn't cause it and it didn't happen to Hilltop. [Error] made a dude turn into concrete. Fairly useless to pin that one on the location. I think there are more than enough of these obviously faulty ones that I can stop mentioning it come season 2. Hopefully I'll have my own theory to talk about by then too.

R# Theory: We've finally got our first S. It's been long awaited if only by myself. Generally, I'm very pleased with this. An S on this case is some of the best evidence I've had that I'm correct about the general purpose of Ranks. A still living concrete man is undeniable evidence of the supernatural. No amount of explaining it away changes the fact a man turned into concrete and lived to tell the tale. It's still not 100% certain if Rank is purely about evidence or more about urgency in general but I do think now it's fairly clear that if I'm not entirely correct it's the right path.

Header talk: Transmutation (Human) -/- Isolation (Urban). Very little to talk about on that one but it's interesting to see the continued difference between transformation and transmutation.

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While I'm at it both Colin and Pen are so brave and trusting of each other this season and it's a huge reason why the pacing works for me. This post from @dollypopup goes into detail about the kiss and the bravery it took for Penelope to ask and how important and meaningful it is for her ark (in a far better way than I can), but I think it can translate thought out a lot of what they both do. (Elaborating on this post.)

So much of their relationship is driven by an active want to continue, grow and improve it. They start talking again because Colin notices she's upset and makes the effort to follow her and see what's wrong, they make up after last season because, once again Colin makes the active choice to visit her, apologise, and agree to help her with what she wants. Because there is a baseline there, there is trust and friendship and respect already established from years of knowing each other and the last two seasons. He already values her and cares for her and so makes an effort to maintain their relationship. She trusts him and loves him and knows him well enough to see past this new act, and she accepts his help and apology readily.

Then their lessons happen because they make the effort the seek each other out, Colin actually listens to her about her insecurity and comfort and ranges for them to practise at the Bridgerton house because it was a safe, calm, stress free environment. And it worked, she opened up (as much as she ever dose lol) because he knows her already and she is comfortable enough around him to let her guard down and even let some of her true feelings out, even if unintentionally.

The kiss has already been discussed and said much better than I ever could lol, but it really really is so important. It's not chance or coincidence or force that kickstarts their relationship it's Pen. At one of her lowest moments It's Pen and her choice and her love and her trust and bravery in that moment to ask Colin what she wants and be open and vulnerable in a way she almost never allows herself to be, in a way woman as a whole are punished and looked down on and seen as lesser for doing (clearly, as seen by peoples reactions.) And she is reworded for her bravery by a beautiful, tender, blissful kiss. She wanted to be loved even for a moment and she so aching obviously was.

Then after that they take a break from each other for a little at least in the sense of spending time together, but they continue thinking about each other they entire time.

And in the end, even if it took some help from Violet, it's Colin's actions that lead to that ending. It's hope and bravery and love and desperation that led him storming into that ball half way through and interrupting dances and chasing carriages. It's bravery and vulnerability and trust in Pen, who has always been there for him, always been constant, always been patient and kind and steady, as well as love, that leads to him being able to give a confession like that and her feeling everything in equal parts for him that allows her to actually confess her feeling for him for the first time in the entire show.

Obviously all stories are driven by characters making choices, and outside influence definitely played a role in theirs, but so much of it was them both trusting each other and being brave enough to take a leap of faith and hope to be caught, and they always are. We (I) joke that they're stupid in love and down bad and absolutely unhinged feel loser behaviour abounds, because it's funny and true. But at the heart of it is so much care and unsaid words and bravery that in the end proves worth it because of who they are to each other and how much love is there.

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An Impossible Task (#3 in my "Quest for the Gorgon Head" series

Perseus was lovingly raised into a fine young man by the fisherman who found them. Amazingly, the fisherman’s brother was King Polydectes, the ruler of Seriphos. One evening Perseus is invited to a secret banquet within the king’s hall. It is revealed the party is for guests to offer gifts to the king for a dowry to marry a neighboring princess. Many aristocrats lead fine horses before the king in generous offerings, until finally, Perseus is called up to present his contribution. The boy, unprepared, stands empty handed. Eager to prove his worth, the young man offers to acquire anything the king wishes, even “the Head of a dreaded gorgon”, he jokingly adds. The hall echoes in chuckles. But the king does not laugh. For king Polydectes, secretly desiring Perseus’ mother Danae, has cleverly devised this trap to dispose of the boy. The king immediately agrees to Perseus’ impossible suggestion. Perseus, keeping his composure, gracefully bows and retires. But how on earth can he ever hope to accomplish such an unimaginable task? He will need help. Help from the gods.

Here we have an example of what Joseph Campbell deems the “Call to adventure.” This is the point in a myth or fairytale where the protagonist is either offered or forced into a quest. Sometimes the hero will turn down the call, but in the end, the journey must commence, or else we have no story.

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I cannot recommend this series enough. I have loved both My Time at Portia and My Time at Sandrock. I have written over 125k worth of fanfic for this series (because I love it that much!)

This is the first time I'll be able to back one of the games on kickstarter and I am super excited about this. Look at that art! The first game was very stylized and cartoonish. The second game was still stylized but had more realistic characters

And now there's this! Look at all of these wonderful characters, waiting to meet us

I will absolutely be yelling about the kickstarter once it officially launches later this month. So do yourself a favor and follow the kickstarter and back the game if you can!

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behind the scenes chapter three | friends with professional benefits

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pairing: jamie tartt x actress!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 3,410

summary: you and jamie get to know each other. let the games begin.

a/n: this is coming out later than i had planned but i hope it was worth the wait! going to be less busy this coming weekend so hope to share more soon and get a lot of chapters in the queue for you all <3

Five days. It had been five days since you and Jamie agreed on your plan to fake date in front of the entire world. And although you didn’t regret the idea - yet - you’d still had enough time to overthink and suddenly become very nervous about things going wrong.

You hadn’t seen Jamie since your conversation in the café, but you had various text exchanges throughout the week. At some point Jamie had asked you what your contact name was for him.

what do you mean? it's your name. jamie.

just jamie?

what else would it be?

you’ve gotta add emojis luv if someone sees your phone it's gotta look like i’m ur boyfriend. mine says ur name with like 5 hearts

That’s when you realized you needed to be more thorough than you thought.

Which is precisely why Jamie was coming over to your flat today. Sure you’d known you needed to get together sooner or later to talk through the plan as a whole, but today you were armed with a checklist of things to cover.

You’d also talked things over with Margot earlier in the week. And Harry. But that conversation had been a lot more cut and dry. He was over the moon you were doing this, and sent you an email with own list of requirements. It basically started and ended with: be a couple in PUBLIC.

With Margot, she’d repeatedly asked if you were sure about the whole thing. You’d told her over and over again that, yes, you had never been more sure of anything in your life. Though by the fourth reassurance, you weren’t sure how convincing you sounded.

Either way, you were committed to this and dammit if you weren’t going to see this through. This was just another role you had to play. It’s what you did best.

From your spot on your coach, you nearly fall off of it when there’s a knock on your door.

Jamie.

Its go time.

You put your laptop down on the coffee table and jog over to the front door. Pulling it open, you’re actually surprised to see Jamie standing on your doorstep holding a bouquet of flowers.

You squint, “Are those for me?”

Jamie scoffs, “No, they’re for your elderly neighbor I just passed. I’m hoping you can introduce me.” You roll your eyes but give him a smile, “Of course they’re for you. We have to make this look convincing right?”

“Jamie, there’s nobody else here.”

“Okay, but what about paparazzi? One could be lurking about and catching me visiting your flat would be the perfect kickstart to this whole thing.”

You chuckle, “I doubt there’s any photographers around here.” Still you look around behind him, and after seeing no one, you pull him into your apartment and shut the door.

“Still, you know Google Earth. Always taking pics,” Jamie jokes, laughing to himself as he steps further into your living room.

You stop in your place before you follow him, “Did you just quote Parks and Rec?”

Jamie spins around, “You understood that reference?”

You laugh in disbelief, “Of course. It's one of my favorite shows.”

“Same,” he smiles, “Used to watch it with my Mum all the time in high school.”

“I love that,” you smile back, closing the gap between the two of you so you can take the flowers from his hands, “These are pretty by the way. Let me go put them in a vase but feel free to make yourself at home.”

You’re quick to fill up a vase in your kitchen, leaving the flowers on the counter, but are surprised to return to Jamie still standing in the middle of your living room, looking around.

“This place doesn’t seem very you,” he comments as you return, plopping down on the couch.

“How would you know? You just met me,” you ask teasingly.

“Well, that’s the point of today isn’t it,” Jamie teases back, joining you on the couch, “Still, it seems very posh and you seem a lot more chill.”

You nod, “Well, I’m just renting this place while I’m here so not much of it is mine. I’m thinking about decorating it a bit to make it more homey.”

“Well if you need any recommendations for places to look, I know some stores that have cool shit.”

“I may have to take you up on that.”

You lean forward and grab your laptop again. You glance over the excel sheet you had open and try to figure out where to start.

“What you lookin’ at over there?” Jamie asks curiously, trying to peak over.

“I want a way to keep track of all the things we need to figure out like our cover story and just things we need to know about each other,” You explain, turning your computer towards him.

His eyes widen at the very detailed and colored coded document you had laid out. “Wow, that’s…intense.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I may be a creative but I am very Type A. I also don’t want to fuck this up so I think it would nice to have a place to keep track of everything. I can email this to you if you want? Or ooh! I can upload it to Google Drive so we can both edit it.”

Jamie shakes his head, but there’s a small smile on his face, “Sure. Where should we start, Boss?”

“Well, I feel like the most obvious thing we need to cover is how did we meet? How did we get together?”

Jamie’s thoughtful for a second before shrugging, “I feel like we could use how we actually met, you know? It’s realistic because it's actually real. And keeps it simple. We ran into each other and got coffee, or hot chocolate, as some may prefer.”

“Nice, you remember my preferred beverage,” you smile as you start typing in the doc, “Who asked who out? Did we do it that day?”

“You asked to exchange numbers, but I reached out a couple days later. Maybe we went on our first date last weekend?”

You nod thoughtfully, “That works.”

“It would’ve had to have been Friday, though,” he adds, “I had a match Saturday afternoon and told Keeley about seeing someone that night.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I filmed late on Friday night.”

Jamie shrugs, “I could’ve waited up for you. Got drinks at a bar?”

Your lips quirk up at the thoughtfulness - even though it was made up.

“Okay,” you continue filling out your spreadsheet, “I have a list of things that one might normally know about a significant other, but since our “relationship” is so new, I think we only need to cover what you would on a first date.”

Jamie’s eyebrows furrow, “Like…what?”

You glance up at him, “What? Jamie Tartt’s never been on a date before?”

He laughs awkwardly, “I’ve obviously been on dates. But we didn’t really do a lot of talking.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh lovely. Alrighty, then, let's just focus on what normal people do the first time they’re getting to know someone.”

“Fine,” Jamie sighs, “Hit me.”

“What’s your…favorite color?”

“Seriously?”

“What?” you laugh, “It's a completely normal question.”

“Yeah, for five year-olds,” he frowns, crossing his arms.

“Come on, you’re seriously going to sit here and tell me you don’t have a favorite color?”

“I dunno,” he shakes his head looking around, “Maybe, blue?”

“Blue? Come on, that’s such a boy answer,” you mock.

“Well, I am a boy if you haven’t noticed,” Jamie throws back defensively, “Its my favorite color your asking, is it not?”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, amused by how seriously he’s taking this, “It is. Why blue then?”

He shrugs, “Dunno. It’s one of Richmond’s colors. Was a Man City color, which is the team I used to play for and my hometown team. I remember my mum wearing it a lot growing up.”

A genuine smile starts to form on your face as you listen to him ramble. It was the second time he’d brought up his mom. “Are you and your mom really close?”

He turns to you, a little taken back, “You ask about parents on a first date?”

You shrug one shoulder, “If it's going well.”

Jamie has to turn back away from you so he doesn’t do something stupid like blush. He decides to focus on answering your question. “We are. She’s sort of like...my rock, I guess? She’s actually the one who got me into football.”

You nod, listening intently, “And your dad?”

You notice Jamie tense slightly, but he turns back to you with a half smile, “Our relationship’s a bit complicated. Maybe that’s more of a story for a fifth date or something.”

You give him a kind smile, “That’s fair.” And then you turn back to your laptop screen.

“What about you?” Jamie asks after a beat.

You look up with raised eyebrows, “Me? My favorite color is yellow.”

Jamie chuckles, “Noted. But no, I meant, what's your relationship with your parents like?”

“Oh!” you chuckle lightly with him, “My mom is the best. Feels like she might get along with yours; she’s the reason I’m an actor.” Jamie’s smile grows, “She did literally everything in the world to support me even though she was a single mother. I never knew my dad though. He left my mom before I was born so he’s never been around.”

“Oh, that sucks, I’m sorry,” Jamie says softly.

“It’s fine. I don’t know him. And from the brief things my mom has said, its probably for the best. And honestly it's okay. Mom’s been more than enough on her own.”

Jamie nods, the smile back on his face. “Okay, anything else you got on that list besides colors and parents?”

“Oh, I have plenty,” you chuckle, “But feel free to ask me anything of your own?”

“Hmm,” Jamie thinks for a second, “What's your favorite flower?”

You look up, amused, “My favorite flower?”

“Yeah. You know that way I can be more specific next time I get you some,”

You once again have to bite back a smile, “Uh, I would say daisies are my favorite flower.” Jamie nods, committing the information to memory, “What about you?”

“Me?” you nod and Jamie doesn’t even hesitate, “I think lilies are nice.”

“Lillies are nice,” you agree, typing it into the doc.

That’s how you spend the next hour or so, asking one another trivia about each other and inputting it into the doc for ease of studying later. You learn about each others childhood pets and the careers you wanted when you were five. You learn each other's favorite foods, stores, bands, as well as the little things you hated. You learned more about his teammates, particularly those closest to him like Sam, Isaac, Colin and Dani. In turn you told him about how Margot was more like a sister to you even if she was technically your employee, as well as your childhood next door neighbor Katie who was still your best friend today.

You only realize you’d been talking for so long when your stomach lets out a growl, and Jamie doesn’t even pretend to courteously not hear it when he lets out a belly laugh.

“Leave me alone, it actually is almost dinner time, dude,” you defend, even though you find yourself laughing along with him.

“Fair point,” he amends when he catches his breath, “Do you want to order in?”

You don’t even protest the idea of prolonging your time together, thoroughly enjoying getting to know him, “Sure. I can order a pizza.”

You start searching local pizza places into Google, when you remember another item of business you had on your list.

“Ooh, that packet on the coffee table is for you.” you nod in the direction of said stack of papers.

Jamie sits up, intrigued by the mysterious document, and picks it up. He squints at the weird legalese, “Is this…a contract?” You nod, “What, you don’t trust me or something?”

“No, it's not that, it's just standard,” you shrug, “It's more or less just to appease my publicist and the like.” Jamie still looks unsure, so you sit up and start flipping pages of the document for him, “Looks, its no big deal. I already signed it myself. It just states we can’t tell anyone about this. Besides, the NDA expires in 5 years anyway. So by that time, I’ll have an Oscar and you’ll be a washed up football player, and no one will believe you if you said anything.”

Jamie huffs, “I want to be offended by that, but you called it football so I’ll accept it.”

You smirk, “See, I’m a fast learner.” Then you settle back into your spot on the couch and carry on ordering pizza.

Jamie looks over the packet again, before siding it was no use tonight, “You mind if I look this over and get it back to you in a few days?”

You nod, “Of course.”

“And your publicist knows? I mean obviously. And assuming Margot knows? Have you told anyone else?” he asks.

“Nope, that’s all,” You answer, “I get it if you want someone to confide in, but I figure the tighter we keep the circle, the better, right?” Jamie nods, “I mean have you told your publicist or professional team?”

Jamie laughs humorlessly, “My publicist is my ex, Keeley.”

You once again look up at him with your mouth agape, “Nooo, how does that happen?”

Jamie shakes his head, “Not intentionally. She took over the club’s PR before I came back to the team and I guess I never thought to find someone else. We became friends, genuine friends, but then everything got tangled up again a few months ago. And yeah. Here we are.”

You look at him for a few seconds before you let out a deep breath, “Well, that all sounds fun. A real incestuous family you got going on over there at AFC Richmond huh?”

Jamie can’t help but laugh along with you, “Yeah, look what you’re marrying into.”

You chuckle, but weirdly you feel your stomach flip at his phrasing. You brush right past it in order to collect his pizza preferences. As you finalize submitting the order, Jamie starts over analyzing your apartment again. This time he’s a bit more nosy and pulls open some of the coffee table drawers. He gasps when he pulls open the second one.

“No way. Please tell me this is yours and it didn’t just come with the place.”

When you look up, he’s holding up a Mario Kart game cover.

You scoff, “Of course that’s mine.”

“I haven’t played this in ages,” Jamie says, studying the back cover.

Another smile plays at your lips. You nod at the TV in front of you, “I can hook up my Switch if you want. It’s been a while since I’ve played with someone other than myself.”

Jamie looks up at you, an excited grin forming on his face. “You’re fucking on.”

And so you spend the next hour competing against Jamie in various Mario Kart races. You play as Toad, naturally. Jamie plays as Princess Peach which makes you laugh. In between rounds, you munch on pizza and breadsticks. You also manage to get to know each other more, and set up ground rules for your charade even as you trash talk one another.

“I feel like the most important is PDA,” you state, somehow managing to focus on not falling off rainbow road while also talking strategy.

“Well, we’ve obviously got to do some of it,” Jamie comments, cursing as he gets hit with a shell, “It would look weird if we didn’t sometimes.”

“Sure, but we’ve gotta have some boundaries. We can’t just be kissing each other willy-nilly.”

Jamie chuckles, “Well, yeah, consent is key.”

Your lips quirk, “I’m completely fine with small things like hugs and hand holding whenever it seems fit.”

“Okay, cool, yeah,” Jamie nods, “And if you’re fine with it, kisses on the cheek are pretty innocent.”

“Yeah,” you nod, swerving to avoid a banana, “But actual kissing…”

Neither of you know how to finish that sentence. However, your race comes to an end. This time you get away with first place, Jamie in second, which you’d be switching between throughout the evening. Without gameplay to distract you, you have to make a decision.

“Maybe we just take it as it comes?” you suggest slowly, “I mean, couples kiss right? So if it feels right in the moment, it's not a big deal for a peck here and there?”

“Yeah,” Jamie agrees, “And if there’s ever a time we need to make a show of it, we check in with each other. Either beforehand, or if its in the moment, we give each other a signal.”

“A signal?”

“Yeah, like we blink twice or something.”

You nod, “Blink twice. Okay. And if we’re ever uncomfortable with something, we just have to communicate with each other, right?”

“Right.” Jamie nods. After a beat, he extends his hand, “Looks like we’re doing this.”

You chuckle, but shake his hand none the less, “We’re doing this.”

You exchange smiles. Now that the sun has gone down, Jamie decides its probably time to head out for the night, feeling like you’d accomplished a lot over the course of the evening.

As you walk him to your door, you ask one last question, “There was actually one more thing I wanted to ask. If you’re free Thursday night, do you want to come to an event with me? Isabel Mercer’s new movie is premiering, and since she’s dating my costar the whole cast is going. Figure it might be a good place to make a public debut?”

Jamie smirks, “A movie premiere? You should have started with that.”

You snort, “Yeah, well, I had to make sure this mock-date went well first.”

“I’d say it went very well, wouldn’t you?” Jamie smiles, “I think we’ve got this shit in the bag.”

You laugh, “So I guess that means you’re in?”

Jamie does a half bow, “I would be honored.”

“Good, because I hate going to these things. I need someone to suffer through it with me.”

Jamie fake-pouts, “Don’t try to make this sound less fun for me.”

You shake your head, and you make your voice really high as you reply, “Don’t worry, it’ll be great!”

Jamie tsks, “You’re gonna have to be better than that when we’re trying to convince the whole world we’re madly in love.”

“Yeah, yeah, get out of here,” You tease, opening your front door and gently shoving him towards it.

Jamie turns to you with a smile, “Good night, girlfriend.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and give him a smile of your own, “Good night, boyfriend.”

Before you can process what he’s doing, he’s leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek. Before he completely pulls away, he whispers in your ear, “Google Earth.” He gives you once last smirk before jogging down the steps.

You shake your head as you lock up. This was certainly going to be an experience these next three months.

You flop back down on your couch to review your notes from the evening. After reading through for a few minutes, you remember you hadn’t checked your phone the entire time he was there. Aside from a couple emails and a text from your mom, you didn’t have much since it was a Saturday. However, you also have 2 texts from Margot. The first you had missed from earlier this afternoon, which was a link to tweet from an updates account about you. The tweet contained pictures of Jamie arriving at your flat earlier that day. The second had been sent minutes ago, including a tweet from the same account, this time with pictures of Jamie leaving literally ten minutes ago.

The devil works hard, but paparazzi and stans work harder.

You also realize that Jamie had been right. That smug bastard.

You couldn’t be too annoyed though. The comments under the tweets, even the most recent, were filled with people surprised yet supportive of your coupling. A few even conceding that you did look cute in a relationship. You smile to yourself as you scroll through.

Shit. This was going to work.

a/n: can’t wait to hear what you guys think!!! :))))))

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kustas · 11 months

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I'd love to hear your hashtag wha critical thoughts about recent developments if you feel like sharing them :)

I'll preface this with saying that for this answer I will not be making a distinction between my personal tastes and what is "objectively worst". The TLDR is I have felt like WHA's been dipping in quality since book 8 approximately.

One of WHA's strong points is its ongoing theme of accessibility, via its premise of how magic is purposefully restricted from people, and via its characters, mostly the kids, who showcase various life issues and allow the story to talk about how to solve them. Disability is an important one and was at the center of book 8, which is one of my favorites. You get to see Tartah and Coco work together for a goal (=making their friend a better mobility aid), and by doing so they brainstorm the why and then how which allows for complex notions to be carried out and explained to the reader. Cute story with touching implications that flows well. This quote in particular sums up so well what WHA is "about"

After this we transition rather brutally to the latest ongoing arc of the Silver Eve. This arc has been ongoing for years now, and three volumes, making it the longest so far, I'll come back to that, putting a star on it [*]. It delves further into aspects of accessibility the series had talked about before - access to magic, access to healthcare, and poverty. This is where this blog's namesake gets relevant. Custas is a kid who was already poor, who got badly wounded ending up disabled, and who because of that was stuck in a situation with no good endings: he can't make money in his state and needs money to get out of his state. On top of this gets added magic, and comes back the question at the center of WHA: Is it wrong to restrict the use of magic, and how?

After the arc is kickstarted by Custas getting his share of spilled beans of magical secrets revealed, enter immediatly strong players via ch.48's introduction of the Wise Ones and the king himself. The political aspect of how the world works was not mentioned before. Great chapter, interesting stuff all around, personally answered much of my questions. Immediatly after this chapter the focus in 49 fully switches to the Knights and their job, and the rest of the chapter is dedicated to a story of a sexual assault survivor and how she made it. It's a surprising topic to see pop up and it's handled with the respect it deserves. Chapter 50 goes back to Coco and her troubles. This concludes book 9 and...it makes for a Lot of stuff to deal with. Put a Second star on that. [**]

Addressing those stars before we move on:

[*] This arc is taking forever. WHA's arcs in earlier volumes only took a few chapters. This arc has taken three books thus far and I doubt we have reach its climax yet. I personally don't like it and it raises an issue the series did not have before: Will the payoff be worth it? Where it is worrying for the future of the series is that manga serialized regularly tend to up the stakes progressively until the end and it might...not work out.

[**] Too many things at once unresolved. This has already had consequences with the progressive vanishing of something WHA was once excellent at: sneakily introducing elements that get used a few arcs later in important ways. The manga has been, for a while now, accumulating unfinished plot threads via not answering the questions it opens and instead adding more and more characters. Jumping from a group of characters to another was not an issue beforehand because unlike this arc's, chapters took place at different times and/or in totally different places. The Silver Eve is both set in time AND place, making it hard to follow because all sideplot happen at once.

Book 10 continues to accumulate ongoing unresolved plots with: the royal family being shady, Agott's struggles irt. her mother, Dagda running around confused and tracked by the Knights, Custas and Ininia jumping Tartah and Coco, and Galga's accident + relationship.

Book 11 does the same adding Agott's crush on Coco, the actual festival, Jujy's inner troubles...Funnily enough, this page is a good summary of the ongoing mess.

Instead of solving all of this stuff we instead get stakes ramped up to 100 with the introduction of what I can only describe as a kaiju attack. As much as I love the horror and drama element, given what was already going on, this does NOT strike me as a good decision.

Now, we go back to the three latest chapters. These follow the same subplot: Custas' faction change and Coco's attempts to save him. This subplot has, to me, a whole lot of issues. Way earlier on in the story, even before Dagda's ambush, I had issues with how Custas was portrayed in relation to his anger, being drawn weirdly spooky for...a frustrated poor kid? Others have also pointed out it wasn't great to have one of your only dark skinned characters be a slum kid. Obviously given my handle on here, I am still a huge fan of the character. After chapter 45 (included), I already found it a bit tasteless to have so much horrors piled on him. WHA is a rather unsubtle series at time which I really, really dislike. Sure, makes it hard to miss the point, but when you're dealing with sensitive topics it can fall into touchy territory fast...

In the latest chapters, Coco appears to save Custas, the "how" part of her plan still being a mystery. Meanwhile, a timelooped and very confused Dagda looks for him, accompanied by Lulucy, who knows them both and is unaware of their ties with forbidden magic. She ends up telling him to abandon the faction he sided with by literally ripping off the brim of his hat with her magic. Meanwhile, Lulucy starts attacking him on sight. I have so, so so many issues with all of this.

Coco's story is about knowing the system in place sucks. Custas' story is about being screwed over by the same system. The story explicitly points those two out as mirrors: Custas is what would have happened to Coco without the right support. Coco's unique POV on the pointed hat witches shows us many prior times they are not the good guys. Hell, Custas himself talks about how the pointed hat's magical gatekeeping prevented him from living a better life.

To me, the point was supposed to be: the system in place doesn't work, which results in people in need not getting help. We loop back to the accessibility I started off mentioning. Yes, before the current system, bad things happened - but the current system is still allowing other bad things to happen now. So...why is Coco pushing Custas to join the pointed hats and abandon the faction he sided with? If a character who was upholding the status quo was doing so it would make sense (like Beldaruit) but Coco as a main character exists partially to point out why the pointed hats are not good. She demonstrates it to the reader via what happens to her AND knows it as a character. It comes off as inconsistent and frankly makes little sense.

Speaking of inconsistencies...why does Lulucy not recognize Custas, a child she's known for a while? Why does the young prince, introduced as a suspicious character on behalf of his family's unknown goals, become a helpful selfless little guy? Why are the Knights, originally introduced as an antagonistic faction because they are a milita enforcing the status quo, suddenly portrayed as fighting for good as a bunch of remarkable individuals?

Ah yes, the cops. I'm going to address something really fast about them. It makes me frankly uncomfortable the author chose their faction to evoke the two very sensitive topics of sexual assault and homophobia. I think the way those topics themselves were handled without greater context was surprisingly good, and it's touching in the first place to see an author who not only cares, but uses her series, destined partially for younger readers, to explain why she cares. However, Witch Hat is a very black and white series: the bad guys are bad and ugly and you should dislike them, the good guys are good and you should like them. There are some exceptions but who have been losing steam as of late. While originally introduced as a group of individuals who act in problematic ways for their day job, the Knights have slowly lost that bad guy flavor to become a fun band of colleagues/friends. They are law enforcers who enforce unjust laws, but it seems that the author's not on board with people hating them because this is the second time she gave a Knight a tragic backstory that makes them more sympathetic to the reader. First of: I do not see what's to redeem about them if the story's about changing an unjust system, so I don't get the necessity to make them nicer. Secondly: at least in my country (which has legal gay marriage and notably less sexist than Japan) law enforcement is renowned to not help sexual assault victims or gay people. The Knights Moralis are fantasy cops and cops, in real life, tend to abandon people who need their help regarding those two issues - if not worsen them, and count a majority of sexists/homophobes among their ranks. Making your unsubtly cop stand-in faction have both characters with those issues comes off as at least a poor decision if not bad taste.

(big words from the guys introduced in the story by arresting a bunch of children who were on a rescue mission for a misunderstanding they would not have cared about. Die idgaf)

Some more surface level things:

The art. The first books of WHA are noticeably more complex in their style featuring more reaslistic proportions for the characters. Latest arc has seen art lose some of the decorative "classic" flair in the linework and characters looking simpler and stylized to look way...Younger? In a way I do not like. Yes, it's expected for manga series to see their style evolve. I also want to make this clear: I consider the pace imposed on manga artists to be inhumane and if Shirahama had decided to draw her manga as stick figures to work less I'd be down for it.

The dialog. While WHA is very in your face (you may call it preachy) the dialog in the latest chapters especially Coco's feels off. A 12yo wouldn't give off speeches about the world in the heat of battle. When it's a calm scene between two characters discussing a deep thing, sure. When it's an epic public adult figure (see: Dean), sure. I'd prefer having the kids talk like kids.

Goddamn the story has become less nuanced and subtle over the time. Scenes like Qifrey getting confronted by Tartah post mindwiping his grandpa owned. The story's current "morally grey" moments just don't do it for me anymore. No, I don't want the witch politicians of the faction you established as a mistake beforehand to continue. I don't care if the fantasy cops are offended by a grieving husband pointing out they suck. I kinda wish he'd thrown hands actually

So...yeah, that's about it. While WHA's plot beats has always been impossible for me to predict, I don't know if I can trust where the story is going anymore. The fans eating it up confuse me and I might even get hate for posting this. Truth is, while some aspects have always been more or less present in the series since the start, I've felt like the really good bits that balanced it out have been going extinct. I don't know why and it's none of my business to. Some friends have pointed out we might be reaching a point where the author ran out of pre-written story and is now improvising. What's a bit concerning to me is I've also noticed she's way less active on social media, where she used to post regular bonus material for the series, this has stopped and I hope it's not because she lost her interest for the series or way worst, is overworked. Given the conditions for mangaka it wouldn't be impossible and like previously stated, I am of the opinion that no comic book series is worth putting their author's life, health and free time down. It's more important than me disliking the comic.

And regarding Custas - him joining the atelier to study with Qifrey would not be a good ending, no matter what the fandom says. It won't be cute found family. Custas has a family who's unique member wouldn't be able to follow him as a witch. That ending would separate a very traumatized child from the only adult he has in his life that gives him unconditional love and support. Custas needs to not be seen as a criminal so the rest of his life won't be over, and also a whole bunch of cash.

I'm not excited for the anime.

#ask #witch hat atelier #this took me like DAYS to type sorry

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jewishicequeen · 8 months

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After a week and a half of talking @writing-biting ‘s ear off about this AU, I present to you:

LMK x PJO AU!

The plot of this will basically follow the books, but with some changes of my own flair and some stuff I’ll steal from the show or the musical. The gods and mythology would be an unholy mess of LMK lore and Greek Mythology I’m so sorry. Character lore goes as follows-

MK basically takes Percy’s role almost 1 to 1. He’s grown up with his adoptive parents, Pigsy and Tang, never knowing his biological father, and weird stuff has always been happening to him, until one family vacation, they were attacked by a minotaur and Pigsy “died”. MK kills the minotaur, gets into camp, and have pretty much a good time until war threatening to break- someone stole the master bolt, and Sun Wukong is the main suspect for… well, obvious reasons. Wukong absolutely denies the accusations, but the fact that a kid of him just arrived kinda weakens his case, and now MK’s got to take a quest to prove someone else stole it, and save his father from the underworld in the meantime.

Red Son’s somewhat of a combination of Annabeth and Apollo here. He’s the son of a goddess and a demon, making him a minor deity, but a few years ago he released his father from the mountain. The Jade Emperor found it an offense against heaven, and as punishment cast him down as a mortal, claiming he has to take a quest to prove his worth to get his power and immortality back. Red Son’s been waiting at camp, but because he’s… generally not easy to get along with or very morally stable, have never gotten invited to join a quest. He’s pretty much a loner, spending his days at the forge and treating everyone but Mei with absolute disdain, until MK comes around. Red Son takes the killed minotaur as a personal offense, and also dislikes the fact MK carries Sun Wukong’s staff. Cue, the Percabeth can’t-be-friends-because-of-our-parents shtick.

Basically he’s five minutes away from starting a war with heaven himself, and if MK didn’t drag him to the quest and kickstart his making-friends-arc he’d join the titan side in a minute. Fortunately by the time the war breaks out he cares too much:)

Mei is a young dragon, tasked with getting MK to camp. She’s MK’s best friend, and is the only one close to Red Son, because both spent a time together before reaching camp. She’s just having fun. Honestly, goals.

Quest notes-

Mei has a skirt to hide her tail in, and uses a tone of makeup. Red Son insists on wearing the coat and looking like Carmen Sandiego.

Anyway. I probably won’t end up writing a full fic, though I did think of some oneshots and artworks. If you wanna write this feel free, just please tag and credit me for the idea!

#ayala's art #lego monkie kid #LMK half blood AU #traffic light trio #spicynoodles #spicynoodleshipping #pjo #riordanverse #pjo au #mk lmk #mei lmk #red son lmk #long xiaojiao #qi xiaotian #hong hai'er #take a guess who takes luke’s role:)

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neetily · 2 months

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On Edge - KINKTOBER DAY 07 (EDGING) - (SDV) SAM

— ✧ warnings: Edging, Overstimulation, blowjob, Somnophilia, Drool/Saliva, Exhibitionism, Feet, Dry Humping, Footjob — ✧ word count: 2,501 — ✧ genre: smut (18+)

— ✧ A/N: reposting from my old account since i was asked to! formatting might be off, but it's still readable.

You’ve been at it all. Fuckin’. Day.

Right from the morning too, waking him up with a dangerous blowjob when you knew he had plans that day. It’s hard to complain about how good it feels though, all groggy and barely able to keep his eyes open at the sound of your suckling, waking with his hips instinctively humping up into your wanting mouth with lazy strokes. You even had it all sloppy like he likes, drooling all over his lower half with a knowing smile at his fluttering lashes to boot. The first thought after the initial confusion as to why his tummy felt so tight with pleasure was Fuck, feels good. The more he wakes the faster you go, slowly working him up to the edge of cumming down your tight little throat so early in the morning. Sucking the life outta him, leaving him feeling raw and sensitive before his eyes even fully open. “F-fuck-” he shuddered upon realising what was happening, his body squirming under your attention when you hum in acknowledgement of his awareness. His voice is tense, gravelly with last nights sleep when he gasps “Woah- wait-” His teeth grinding together to keep himself composed, already feeling incredibly close to busting before he’s even had a chance to enjoy your tongue wrapped around his tip, the feeling of your throat swallowing his whole cock as you nose at his pubes clearly proving too much for him to take for much longer. “Close- m’s'close baby…” He slurs, relaxing into the sheets below while you busy yourself with bobbing up and down his trembling length, tongue coated in precum now that he’s up and more precisely humping your face himself. “Keep goin’, please- Jus’ like that-” He babbles, letting his fingers take root in your hair when you hum again, sending nice vibrations all the way down his cock to try and coax him into cumming. And to be fair, it almost works. He’s so ready for it, the drowsy thrusts he fucks your throat with, your pretty lips tight around his tip, your tongue flat against his veins- he’s almost there.

And then the door goes. A harsh ring! swearing to leave him needy and unsatisfied. His previously agreed to morning plans starting before he’s wanting or even willing to, too tired to force your head back down his cock when you pop off in surprise, the little giggle to yourself when he lets out a loud whine at the loss of contact unfairly going straight to his cock too. Didn’t you hear him? He was right on the fuckin’ edge, cock still twitching with need to shoot his load as the build up of his orgasm frustratingly ebbs away. You give him an apologetic glance, though with the laugh that follows he knows you’re not actually sorry. “Looks like you should start getting ready.” You prompt him, standing to leave the room to get the door for him given the fact that his cock is currently rock hard and ready to burst. You leave him to calm himself down a bit before he goes to meet Sebastian, regrettably promising to hang out with him to work out their latest track the night before. He has half a mind to just quickly jack off in the privacy of your room, make his friend wait a bit longer to hang out all because of how good you are with your tongue. But, he instead decides that you’ll be worth the wait. Surely you’ll reward his patience when you next meet, knowing that you’ll soon visit the two of them once you finish your farming duties.

Sadly, that isn’t the case.

Your arrival kickstarted his half chub from the moment you walked into Sebastian’s room, the two of them sitting by his table working some lyrics out. He’s done well enough so far, the stress of collaborating a new song together thankfully taking his mind off his unfortunate morning… Mostly, anyway. But seeing you has his mind wandering again, prominent bulge swelling in his pants as you take the seat opposite him. He does his best to hide it from you both. From Sebastian simply because getting caught with his cock hard in front of his best friend would be embarrassing, and from you because he wants his reward and part of him feels that if you catch him hard purely from seeing you like some sort of horny pavlovian dog then he’ll never hear the end of it.

You’re chatting away to Sebastian after greeting them, big bright smile on your face for him to gawk at. He tries to take his mind off things to calm his cock but it’s difficult where you’re so close to him and yet just out of reach, finding himself soon enough returning to look at you as he ignores the current conversation. You’re a little dirty, evidence of your hard farm work, but he thinks it’s cute anyway. Shows how determined and strong you are, even better shown in the tone of your muscles. Ah… your body. Such a gorgeous body you have, he thinks. Still soft and squishy in the right places, seeing now that the top you’ve decided to wear is maybe a little too tight for comfort reasons. The smirk you send him upon his noticing confirms his suspicions that the mornings games are still continuing, causing him to swallow the lump of lust caught in his throat as he secretly palms over his aching cock. You know exactly what you’re doing to him and it turns him on beyond belief. So sexy that all it takes is a single look from you and he’s immediately turned on, mind short circuiting in his self indulgent haze when your foot kicks his hand away and comes into contact with his already too hard cock at the realisation that you know. Hopeful that this is his reward and mind too rotted with you to continue caring about the fact that he’s in a public setting — his best friends room no less! The background to his arousal convincing more pre to leak, staining his pants like the dirty pervert he is. The shock contact of your foot causes him to jump a little though, coughing to hide the gasp of thanks that wants to escape his lips. “You good, Sam?” Sebastian asks with genuine concern, Sam nodding towards his friend for fear of his voice giving his position away. “Kay. So, as I was saying-” he tuned out of Sebastian’s rambles, probably asking for advice or complaining about Sam’s lack of focus tonight. It doesn’t matter, not when your foot gently rubs up and down his length, toes curling around his straining tip so well that he’s blushing at the feeling. He doesn’t dare look up at you, knowing that you’re wearing a self satisfied grin at the state of him from just a little petting, unwilling to humiliate himself more than he already is from getting off to your feet. In public. Dirtying himself with copious amounts of precum when you start to apply pressure, really grinding your toes against his cock, rocking your foot up and down with more purpose. He’s breathless, rendered dumb at your affectionate laughter when he coughs again, doing his best to hide his clear need to cum once more. And you’re so slow and tender with it too, makes him feel gross in the best way possible to be getting off to you like this. He brings a hand over your foot, not to control but to grind into it better, barely there humps against your sole to gratify himself with. So incredibly close so quickly too thanks to your mornings work, the danger of not only getting caught but also to face the threat of social suicide has him right on the edge again, lowering his head to the table to at least try and hide his upcoming orgasm.

“Right. Are you ready to head to the saloon, Sammy?” Sebastian woefully pulls him back to reality, your foot nowhere to be felt at the sound of Sebastian’s chair scraping along the wooden floorboards. Again, Sam has to hide his greed in the form of a sigh, forcing a smile as he lifts his head up to meet your gaze. “Sure am.” He voices, words tenser than he had meant to make them but fuck, can you blame him? Twice in a row now you’ve left him ruined, his eyes rolling in annoyance as you and Sebastian head to the basement door.

He only has time to flip his cock up unto the waistband of his jeans and hope that it’ll be hidden enough with his jacket.

The saloon isn’t any better of a time for him either as you insist on sitting on his lap, crowded by his friends while you perch yourself right on top of his hard on. Of fuckin’ course you do, leaving him completely seething in restraint to not bend you over and fuck you right in front of everyone. “Sit nice, please. I’m beggin’ ya.” He whispers in your ear, not so much warning you to behave but warning you of his tendency to act regardless of the consequences. The no answer you provide him makes him whine low in your ear, a continuation of his pleads for fair treatment despite knowing he’s unlikely to receive it, even if you’re sat on his rock hard cock right before his friends.

And true to his suspicions you don’t let up, hard all the way down to the saloon and still as you choose to sit in his lap, cock positively aching, balls especially tight as a whole days worth of seed begs to blow. One could argue that you’re being mean as you wriggle in his lap under the guise of getting comfortable, easily carrying the tables conversation while he rests his head in the crook of your neck, mumbling a soft lie of “M'tired.” to his friends questions if he’s okay or not. But Sam knows better. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t enjoy this constant teasing, ever so slightly rocking his hips up against your ass every time you shift and stir to try and beat you at your own game. For all he knows you’re doing no better than him in spite of your seemingly calm outside, edging yourself as much as you’ve forced him to endure all day. There’s a slight shake to your movements, a tell tale tremble to your voice that reeks of want too. His arms are tight around your tummy, making sure your ass grinds good against his cock while avoiding suspicion. But when you go so far as to bounce up and down in faux excitement to something Abigail suggests he’s decided he’s had enough, huffing against your neck only to abruptly stand. You’re startled, his friends are startled, but you’ve left him no other choice. Quickly tugging on your arm to follow him, keeping you placed directly in front of him so as to not expose himself to all the God dammed saloon inhabitants.

“Can I talk t'ya a sec?” He asks, but there’s no intention of waiting for an answer, dragging you all the way to the hidden backrooms of the saloon, past the arcades and pool table to speak to you in private. You follow with a skip in your step and it annoys him.

Not enough annoyance to quell his lust, mind you. Pinning you in a corner as soon as he can and looking you up and down for just a brief second. He watches you go to speak, mouth open with the start of your sentence before he shuts you up with a kiss before you can taunt him some more. All hunger and need, his tongue immediately gliding against your own, shoved to the back of your throat as drool drips from his lips to your own. He’s messy, completely fraught with lust that he has no time to consider how loud the wet smacks of his lips are or how noisy his open mouthed moans sound down your throat as you meet him with just as much passion, copying his sounds for more and making him a little dizzy. As he’s kissing you — or rather trading saliva with you — his hands rake all over your body. One keeps your shoulder pinned while the other snakes up under your shirt to grab at your tits without permission, kneading them for self satisfaction, his cock grinding up and down your tummy as he hasn’t the mind to put it anywhere else. Feels so good finally taking you like this, already near his limit after just a little kissing thanks to the constant edging the whole day. And he doesn’t offer you a break at all, slotting his knee between your legs while his free hand grabs your hip, forcing you to hump him much like he’s humping you. a back and forth of insatiable need, rutting against each other like horny rabbits simply because he can’t wait a second to put his cock in your surely wanting hole. There’s no time, leaving him edged all day causing him to fuck his cock against anything he can reach because it feels good enough with how sensitive you’ve left him. His tip rubbing against the egregious wet spot in his pants, cock grinding against your tummy with such desperation that he has to hold you stable. His knees bend to stimulate the motion of fucking better, moaning and whining in between sloppy kisses, swallowing your own mewls and hiccups all for himself because he’s earned it. And the way you so willingly submit to his downright filthy behaviour is what finally, after all this time waiting and wanting, causes him to shoot his load.

It’s big and feels like it lasts forever, his pathetic hips stuttering against your body, his grip on you weakening as his lips unattach from your own in favour of letting you hear how appreciative he is of your efforts. Sounds to him like you’re just as thankful, collapsing into his chest to ride out your own orgasm on his thigh while he spurts thick ropes of cum against his boxers. It’s sticky and messy, exactly how he likes it and he can’t help but forgive you for the days frustrations after experiencing the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, left struggling to breath from how good it felt to finally release.

You’re no better when you cum, crying his name all high pitched and pretty, God- how he’s longed all day to hear that sound. It causes a few extra dribbles of cum to coat his cock, a very visible wet patch formed in his now obviously stained pants.

“Feel- hah. Feel better now?” You ask, smirking up at him despite looking a mess yourself and gasping for air.

You’re lucky he thinks you’re cute.

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The Review Copy of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy

Guess what is coming soon at the time of writing this? The review copy of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy!

This represents the first official pre-release release of a version of Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy that doesn’t look like an unformatted mess!

Don’t get me wrong, the version of Eureka you get for just $5 on our patreon is plenty readable, but in its current unformatted state the page count is hugely bloated, there’s a lot of blank space, and the flavor text is all just shoved under the body text with notes denoting it as such. Plus, it’s all just black text on a white background without much in the way of aesthetic besides the occasional snoop to break things up.

Well not anymore! The copy we are going to be sending to reviewers and rpg news outlets is going to be a test-run of our actual intended aesthetic for the finalized rulebook, that of a bunch of conspiracy and investigation notes pinned to a corkboard with red string connecting them!

(The text within the images you’re seeing here is slightly outdated because these are just mock-ups, the text in the actual review copy will be much cleaner thanks to some excellent copy-editing help we have been getting.)

Due to time constraints and being behind on deadlines, plus not having the Kickstarter money to pay for additional art yet, this version will not showcase the full scope of the intended aesthetic, but it will at least give you a pretty good idea of what we’re going for.

The final version is going to have a wider variety in the paper scraps so as to more efficiently use the space available, plus a bunch of different “styles” for the side text, which will help denote whether it is a rules clarification, an example, a bit of flavor text, etc—plus a whole Kickstarter campaign worth of art from theblackwarden, qsy, and chaospyromancy! The Kickstarter campaign is launching April 10th, 2024, and we are going to need about $3,000 to meet our base goal and $33,000 to meet all of our many stretch goals, so if you want a more stylish and artistic rulebook, please give what you can to our Kickstarter campaign in April!

We are gonna be sending this version of the rulebook to tons and tons of TTRPG personalities and news outlets within the next couple of weeks in hopes of an honest review or two that will help get Eureka on people's radar beyond the modest following we have here on Tumblr. If you are one such personality or news outlet, and you want to recieve access to the free review copy to read and write about, please do not hesitate to contact us, even if you only have a very small following! You can find our contact info on out website or just contact us right here on tumblr!

Check out our Kickstarter page for the best accumulation of info on what Eureka: investigative Urban Fantasy even is! The Kickstarter campaign launches April 10th 2024!

Check out our Patreon to get the whole prerelease rulebook + multiple adventure modules and pieces of short fiction for a subscription of only $5!

If you wanna try before you buy, check out our website for more information on Eureka as well as a download link to the free demo version!

Interested in actually playing this game, and many others, with the developers? Check out A.N.I.M.'s TTRPG Book Club, a club of nearly 100 members at the time of writing this where we regularly nominate, vote on, and then play indie TTRPGs! At the time of writing this, we are playing Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, and sign-ups are closed for actually playing it, but you can still join in to pick up a PDF club copy of the rulebook to read and follow along with discussion, and sit in on and observe sessions! There is no schedule obligation for joining this club, as we keep things very flexible by assigning multiple GMs with different timeslots each round, to try and accomodate everyone! This round, we had over thirty people sign up, and were able to fit in all but one! Here is the invite link! See you there!

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