#i never dared to try things outside my comfort zone

[mainfaggot]

i often get nostalgic for something i never had the chance to experience but only watched from afar, when i see teenage boys on public transport with dyed buzz cuts and skateboards

[ponett]

Whenever I complain about graphic or dark content in media I watch, I keep hearing people retort with this apparently very popular opinion that people who enjoy comfy, wholesome things are actually more likely to be raging assholes than people who love things like death metal and gore. As someone who seems to enjoy comfy, wholesome things yourself and likely met many others who enjoy similar such things, do you agree with this opinion? If so, why do you think this happens?

So I've been sitting on this ask for like a week, not knowing whether or not I wanted to touch it because it kind of feels like being handed a live grenade

For one, I don't like being pigeonholed as someone who just likes "comfy" or "wholesome" things. Yeah, I enjoy My Little Pony and Animal Crossing. I made a game with cute furry characters and lots of bright colors. I also enjoy things like Berserk and Chainsaw Man and Doom and violent crime dramas and punk rock with vulgar lyrics and porn. Variety is the spice of life

Anyway: I generally don't think it's a good idea to make sweeping statements about peoples' moral or intellectual character based on what genres of story they enjoy, regardless of what direction you're coming at it from. But this is a very leading question that kind of skirts around the root problems

There's frequent (perhaps a bit exaggerated) pushback these days against people who prefer their fiction to be a warm blanket, a form of escapism meant to distract you from the real world. In particular, the dreaded "person who only watches kids' cartoons" is a form of this that gets brought up a lot. I don't think the root problem here is what media people enjoy or don't personally enjoy - taste is subjective, and I don't think it's a moral obligation for everyone to have diverse tastes in TV shows - but I do think some folks should try to get out of their comfort zone a bit more. Sometimes stuff that seems like it won't be for you on a surface level will really end up speaking to you, but you won't know until you give it a shot. Trust me, I've been there many times

It becomes a problem when people demand that media ONLY cater to that "warm blanket" attitude. And I think that's part of the reason why that stereotype you mentioned about fans of ""wholesome""" media being assholes exists. People who view dark or violent content as an inherent flaw because it's not what they like. People who yell at creators when they make bad things happen in their stories, because how dare you do this to my comfort characters? People who say movies should never have sex scenes. People who want "problematic" moral complexity stripped out in favor of black and white moral instruction. People who seem to hate any sort of interpersonal conflict in fiction at all

These attitudes can be the result of many different cultural factors, factors that can't all be traced back to Tumblr or what shows you like, but sometimes it's definitely because of that lack of broader perspective on media. You can tell when someone's opinions on The Right And Wrong Ways To Write Fiction were shaped almost entirely by, like, Steven Universe discourse. (Yes, this is a jab at Lily Orchard.) And when these people are very loud about their opinions, well, it becomes a trend people notice

Like. I don't know you. You sent this anonymously. But when you say you "complain about graphic or dark content in media you watch"... that could mean a few wildly different things! Maybe you're just venting about something that unexpectedly triggered you, and that's totally fine. But the wording could also imply that, like, you take issue with these things being present at all, and that you expect a person who likes "death metal and gore" to be more of a "raging asshole" than someone who likes the "wholesome" things you like. So... well, maybe you're more dismissive or judgmental of things outside your comfort zone than you realize?

Unfortunately, in case it's not already obvious, on the internet this shit quickly becomes a proxy battle over dozens of intersecting cultural issues at once where everyone is kinda just talking past each other. So it gets messy

For example, I have no reason to believe that the people who run the "Wholesome Games" showcases have anything against games that are dark or violent or contain adult themes. (They've outright said they don't. Many times!) But when you see people going "why is Spiritfarer allowed in the showcase? That's a game about DEATH and that's NOT WHOLESOME, why would you make me think about death?" or "Ugh, why does Disco Elysium have to be about a cop? Why can't we apply these systems to a game about a young witch who's trying to find a lost cat in an idyllic village instead?" it... Well, it makes me sympathetic towards the indies who don't feel comfortable with the "Wholesome Games" label and consider it limiting. But it also doesn't make me think that devs catering to a demand for more chill, nonviolent video games are categorically facilitating fascist censorship from the Christian right

It's complicated! The written word is imprecise and the internet is a nightmare

I've kind of gone off on multiple tangents here. Basically: I do think that people can kinda turn fans of "comfy" media or "adults who only watch Bluey" into an overblown boogeyman these days. I think people online generally have a habit of swinging too hard in one direction or another in their stances on certain things, overcompensating based on what group of people online are currently annoying them the most and turning said group into like The Main Problem With Society Today. But I also think that boogeyman only exists because of very real examples of people demanding that everything cater to their narrow comfort zone. Go like what you like, but also, y'know. Don't be that person

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Contraband

"Miss Black, how many times have you been told you that running shoes are not part of our uniform?" said the kind but stern Principal Kent, catching Kelly between classes. "I know, sir, but my shoes were taken by the other girls, Samantha and her gang. I only have my trainers left."

Kent looked at her, still stern, but a flicker of empathy registered in his face. "One of these days, Kelly, you're going to have to stand up to them. You need to be more aggressive. For now, here take this key, it will get you into the confiscation room, there is surely to be a pair of shoes in there you can borrow. Quickly now!" he said hoping no one would see his obvious favouritism to Kelly.

Kelly nodded, feeling the weight of isolation as she walked down the corridor. Bullied and friendless, the boarding school seemed like a never-ending maze of hostility. As she entered the contraband room, she wondered if there would ever be a day when she could break free from the clutches of Samantha and her gang.

Kelly scoured the room, scanning through a sea of forgotten and illicit items. She passed a whole host of things that ranged from cigarettes all the way to dildos. There seemed to be items from every decade in there.

Finally her eyes fell upon the box marked 'shoes.' Inside, an array of styles and vintage greeted her, but one pair seized her attention immediately. Sky high white stilettos, barely acceptable within the dress code, beckoned her. These were shoes she would have never considered before; too sexy, too trashy, she thought, for her plain, boring body.

And yet something about them was nearly daring her to try them, to step outside her comfort zone. Hesitant, Kelly pulled the stilettos from the box. As she ran her fingers along the shiny material them, a rebellious spark ignited within her. Perhaps it was time for a change, a departure from the identity imposed on her by Samantha and her gang. She tried them on, the unfamiliar sensation of height and confidence taking hold.

She unsteadily walked a few feet to a nearby lengthwise mirror and took in her reflection. The shoes looked ridiculous on her, her messy hair, glasses and oversized clothes clashed immediately with the shoes. She cursed to herself. For even thinking they might look good on her.

However as she reached down to take them off the stilettos suddenly seemed to tighten around her feet of their own accord. A strange sensation washed over her, making her lightheaded. Dark purple wisps wafted off the shoes, swirling up her legs and around her body. The room crackled with an energy both electric and foreboding.

Kelly gasped as the purple cloud shot into her mouth and slithered down her throat making her cough. Despite the discomfort she felt a most pleasurable sensation start in her stomach and radiate outwards. She felt her very bones creak and her skin stretch and go taut in equally measure. Her body somehow changing.

The shoes, now snug against her feet, seemed to sculpt her legs, elongating them with an ethereal elegance. Her posture shifted, adopting a more defiant stance that hinted at newfound confidence. The curves of her silhouette became more pronounced, as if the magic sought to highlight a beauty that had long been overlooked.

“Ohhh god what’s happening to me? I feel so… nasty.” She groaned as the changes continued.

Her clothing, seemingly touched by the same mystical forces, clung to her transformed figure with a provocative allure. The ordinary uniform tightened around her increasingly shrinking stomach. Her shirt tied up at the middle to expose her new flat midriff and to act as a bra for her now bigger tits. The once modest knee length skirt shortened to a length that would expose her privates with the most subtle of breezes.

The very thought would have made Kelly blush previously but was now turning her on. So much so that she was delighted when she felt her underwear dissolve away leaving her pussy bare.

“Oh fuck yes it’ll be so much easier to fuck studs like this. Oh god what am I saying? That’s not the kind of girl I am! Mmmm but I could be.” She groaned in pleasure.

Her messy brunette locks underwent a startling change, gradually transitioning to a lustrous and thick mane, gaining several inches in height as if was made of hairspray.

Simultaneously, fake nails snapped on her fingers. As if guided by an unseen hand, they took on a polished white sheen to match her new shoes. Finally her skin took on a bronzed fake tan look from head to toe and thick sexy makeup covered her face.

As Kelly eyed herself in the mirror, a personality crystallized in her mind. The girl staring back at her wasn’t some delicate well spoken wallflower who bent to the orders of anyone, not least Samantha and her clique of stuck up princesses.

No, Kelly was now a girl who did whatever she wanted and fuck the consequences. She was a trashy bitch who lived for life’s pleasure’s. A wicked grin crept across her face. "Fuck, look at me now, I’m proper changed, innit? No more being the soft target for those posh sluts. I feel so nasty and mean, I fuckin’ love it!"

She played with her thick hair, and started chewing on gum that had somehow appeared in her mouth. "Gone from plain Jane to a fuckin' babe. Never thought I'd look so good as slutty chav."

Her eyes glinted with a rebellious fire. "Those slag bullies won't know what to do with me. I'm not a fuckin’ pushover anymore.” She laughed to herself as she picked up the box of cigarettes she had seen earlier and sparked up on.

She breathed in deep its smoke, letting it coat her lungs. She blew a perfect ring as if she had done it a thousand times. She ran her fingers along the shelves of the room pocketing or wearing anything that caught her eye. She quickly lost track of time and ignored the bell ring signalling the end of class.

She was just eying a huge dildo when Principal Kent, concerned by Kelly's prolonged absence, entered the room with a purpose. However, as his eyes fell upon the transformed figure before him, shock and disbelief painted his features. "Kelly, what in the world..."

She looked at him first like the authorial figure he was and was about to scowl but then something started to grow inside of her, a sudden lust. Kelly had always been fond of Kent and that fondness had transformed into a newfound need to fuck him. She couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of tasting his dick and making him cum inside her. She stubbed her cigarette on the ground with her new heels and walked over to him like a panther.

She walked past his open mouthed stance and closed the door. With a turn of the lock she sealed the two of them in. She put her hands behind her butt and arched her back at him, pushing out her cleavage. Kent gulped.

“Ohhhh sir, I’m so glad you came, I got locked in here by mistake. You’re my knight in shining armour.” She said with a dangerous smile as she slowly approached him. He backed away into a shelf, pinned in by the new Kelly.

“Miss Black, I think we need to find you some help, why don’t we…” He began nervously.

Her wicked grin cut through his words as she stood confidently in his path. "Principal Kent, no need for help. I’ve learned the one thing you’ve always said I needed to be. Aggressive. And call me Kelly, babe."

In a bold move, Kelly seized Principal Kent by the head, pulling him into a deep and unexpected kiss. As their lips met, the magic within her stomach rose up and out her mouth entering Kent’s body. Kelly pulled back from their kiss and found Kent to be in a sort of trance.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Kelly said waving her hand in front of his face to no reaction while tasting the lingering magic on her lips. Smirking to herself she undid his belt buckle and let his pants slide to the floor. Pulling his underwear down she was dismayed to find a fairly insignificant penis staring back at her.

“Let’s see what my slutty magic mouth can do about this.” She grinned as she wrapped her pink lips around his cock and began sucking. To her delight she felt it grow larger in her mouth. However Kent seemed to break from his trance by her slurping but rather than stop her he grabbed her hair and guided his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Oh fuck yes you dirty slag, suck my big cock. Oh what am I saying? What are you doing to me.” He groaned in confusion but finding it hard to stop himself. Kelly looked up at him with satisfied dirty look on her face as she watched the magic start to spiral out from her mouth, down his shaft and infect the rest of his body.

His body began to bulk outwards along his arms and legs, becoming strong and muscular. His flabby middle aged stomach sucked in and became a toned six pack. He aged backwards, going from his 40 something self into an 18 year old hunk with a stylish haircut and chiselled jaw line. His muted suit turned into one of the school uniforms that barely contained his new bulging form.

He couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror as Kelly continued to suck him off. He flexed his muscles and practiced a scowl. Like Kelly before him he found a new persona emerge the more he looked at his reflection. One that was mean, cruel and loved to bully. The only thing he loved more was his bitchy girlfriend Kelly.

He felt his huge dick start to spasm as he let the new personality take over, he was about to cum but Kelly had other plans. Pulling his dick out of her mouth she started to stroke it slowly as she stood up and slipped her wet pussy onto it. They both moaned in unison as she did.

“Ohhhh fuck babe I don’t know what you did to me but I fucking love it. I feel like such a bastard now.” He grinned.

“Stop bloody talking will ya and fuck me!” She said with a cheeky grin as he lifted her off the ground and pushed her against a wall. She groaned in ecstasy Ashe rammed his member into her wanting pussy again and again.

“Cum in me you fucking bastard!” She groaned loudly that she was sure most of school would hear. Kent obliged by thrusting long and hard into her. The magic that she had imparted on him was now re-entering her body. With each drop of cum coming in Kent started to revert back to his older form.

“No! No! What’s happening to me?” Kent cried out as he slowly dropped Kelly to the ground unable to hold her with his weaker arms. Kelly smirked to herself as she watched Kent turn completely back to his normal self.

“Sorry babe, but the magic likes to come back to me, I can’t help it can I? But tell you what, you be a good little principal and let me do whatever the fuck I want and we can make this a daily thing. Deal?” She said as she toyed with her hair.

Kent looked at her tight body and her sexy smile and knew he would do anything she asked. Anything to feel strong again and anything to feel her warm pussy again. He nodded. With that Kelly disappeared into the shelves to retrieve something.

“Good. First things first, the uniform code doesn’t apply to me anymore got it? I can wear whatever the fuck I want from know on got it?” She called out from deep in the room.

“Oh I don’t think I can do that, it will be obvious favouritism….” He started but trailed off as Kelly emerged dressed in a new outfit. He gulped and felt his dick get instantly hard.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be your new student liaison, or something proper like that, so I’ll need to stand out from the rest of school or make up whatever excuse you want I don’t fucking care. Either way we’re going to be spending a lot more time together and you’re going to help me rule this dump. Aren’t you babe?” She said more as a statement of fact than a request.

She didn’t need to sink to her knees and suck him off again but she had gotten so horny thinking about what a mean bitchy queen chav she was going to be that she wanted big strong Kent back and Kent wasn’t going to argue.

THE END

[waayfo]

TO THE LONG FORGOTTEN PROPHECY neuvilette x gn!reader

summary speaking of prophecy— of course the fountaine citizens immediately thinking about the prophecy about fontaine's future that always haunting their sleep, remembering that what happened in the future involved their own lives. but there is one prophecy that almost (or even everyone?) everyone forgets; the prophecy regarding the hydro dragon— who has always remaining alone will meet his mate.

⋆ 𖦹 ˚｡⋆ fluff, no plot/plotless, light angst, reader is not traveler, fontaine archon quests spoilers, there might be some ooc, cross posting on AO3. a/n : im trying to get out of my comfort zone by not using google translate too much! so pls be easy on me T~T (yes english is not my first language) my draft suddenly disappeared & i had to write t again

the discernible hints of the prophecy starting to become reality didn’t went unnoticed by fontaine citizens, as they started to feel anxious— even scared to death.

and of course, mortals being themselves always helplessly blamming their beloved archon. mouths vociferate loudly as they continue blamming her for not being able to do anything. but oh little did they know about what struggles she’s been facing all this time merely for the sake of her own folks, that they couldn’t even face it themselves. but they just keep howling like wolves.

‘…that all people from fontaine are born with sin that cannot be absolved; one day, the waters of fontaine will rise and the sinful people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain; weeping on her throne- only then will the sins of the people be washed away.’

and after the prophecy has passed, the trial of sins and a 500 year long show that is finally coming to an end, and the hydro dragon finally forgiven their sins.

and when the spotlights in the opera went out one by one, the seats are empty, and furina finished her part at the performance. she remained silent. the endeavor she faced all this time is finally gone. and now the theatrical has ended, what will she do now?

a small performance that performed by furina herself must be met with painful reality; she has to go. leaving the place where she had been living, in order to start a new beginning.

in the morning she started packing her things, helped by her venerated partner— neuvilette. but she suddenly remembered something that focalor had told her before.

“ah, well.. neuvilette,” she hesitantly said. “i want to remind you about a… prophecy that i think you forgot.”

one of neuvilette's eyebrows rose in curiosity. "oh? and what prophecy is that?" he’s sure that he never forgot about an important prophecy.

‘….alas! it will rain heavily one day; the hydro dragon cry to bid farewell to his dearest friend all-the-time. only to be changed by a rainbow, now that he finally found his mate.’

“that…” neuvilette give her a heavy sigh. “i don’t believe in that prophecy.”

“why? don’t you know that it’s raining heavily outside?” he peeked at the window. and like furina said, it was raining very hard outside, and he knew why. “it will never happen,” he replied.

furina only smiled at him. because deep down in her heart, she believed that her friend would find the perfect partner. as a reward for his hard work until now.

“well then, neuvilette. goodbye and…. thank you.”

insignificant annoyance were heard with every step neuvilette takes. why does it keep raining? they said. and a small child asked his mother innocently, ‘why does the hydro dragon keep crying?’

neuvilette could only stare at his reflection in the water distorted by raindrops. even if lightning started to strike, it would not dare to approach him. for the first time in a long time, he felt worldly tranquility he had longed for.

and that's why he chose to ignore the figure standing beside him. neuvilette didn't intend to glance at that person, just to see their figure. until…

“hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!” that sentence was like a mantra for neuvilette. for a moment he thought that the voice of the person beside him was calming and soothing.

so neuvilette take a glance at the person beside him. time seemed to stop, neuvilette's heart was caught. the person's eyes shone amidst the darkness that accompanied neuvilette, they looked at him with worry. they’re captivating, their beauty is surreal that he’s sure that he’s dreaming right now.

and suddenly, the rain stopped. a rainbow slowly began to appear from the other end. maybe, just maybe, he can believe this one prophecy.

[ceapa-mica]

How to befriend Grand Admiral Thrawn

I AM SO BACK! And I wanna thank my friend @thrawnsboots for some ideas for this. 💙

SFW | reader is gender neutral

Taglist: @bingbongooo @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @ele-millennial-weirdo @enaelyork @jesslove23 @thrawnalani @twincesskorisoka @davesrightshoe @shoe-bag @tearyeve @blackddarling @obbicrystaleo

You want to become Thrawn's friend? Let me tell you how to gain friendship points with the Grand Admiral.

Work hard and contribute good strategies and ideas to his plans.

Be willing to take responsibility for mistakes and errors you've made.

Dare criticize him. Your co-workers would never. Thrawn is glad you're open and honest with him about your concerns.

Thrawn appreciates people he can trust and who keep their promises. Honesty and reliability matters a lot to him.

Show genuine interest in his art collection, and don't mind him explaining art for hours.

You can impress him with knowledge, specifically about art, culture and war. Even more so if he isn't familiar with the knowledge you're sharing with him.

If you want to spend time with him, be prepared for intense sparring lessons in his personal dojo.

Respect Thrawn's boundaries. Period. That goes for both, emotional and physical. If he doesn't want to talk about himself, accept it and move on, and don't be clingy.

Keep in mind that he's a busy man. So don't be disappointed if he doesn't seek you out outside of work all the time.

Learn to read his facial expressions. Thrawn's very good at hiding what he feels and thinks. Only those closest to him can read him, and when you do, he knows putting effort into your friendship is worth it.

Share your hobbies with him if you can. Cook a meal, knit him socks etc. He will appreciate your efforts.

Remember what he likes. How does he like his caf? Favorite artists? Favorite music? Favorite holonovels etc.

Gift giving is one of Thrawn's love languages (platonic & romantic), along with acts of service. He appreciates when you return the favor. Love languages are a two way street!

Let Thrawn feel included. As a Grand Admiral he has a certain reputation to maintain of course. When off-duty, he won't mind if you treat him like you're on the same eye level though. Less formality and more deep conversations.

Make sure Thrawn knows you see him as the man he is. Not only as the powerful Grand Admiral but as an autistic art nerd with an extraordinary mind.

You know you've gained maximum friendship points with this man when he chuckles over one of your jokes

Be prepared to go out of your comfort zone. Thrawn will encourage you to try new things, whether it's food, art or work related.

Thrawn is hard to befriend, but once you manage to earn this man's friendship, he's a loyal soul who will stop at nothing to support you unconditionally and who brings out the best qualities of yourself.

Let me know in the comments what you think or if I missed anything. 💙

[eroticdarling]

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Do They Like Car Sex?

Tokyo Revengers x Reader

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Headcanon~♡

× Featuring × — Timeskip! ♡ Manjiro Sano ♡ Rindou Haitani ♡ Kakucho Hitto ♡ Haruchiyo Sanzu ♡ Haijime Kokonoi ♡

× Cw × — ♡ Car Sex ♡ Semi-Public Sex ♡

× Side Note × — ♡ I know this isn't the one shot, but my brain wouldn't cooperate with me, and because I failed to finish it so here are some TR car sex headcanons as an apology

× A/n × — ☆ I do not own any of the TR pictures that will be shown below × Credits to @chironiverse on Pinterest ×

☆ MINORS DNI ☆

♡ — × Manjiro Sano ×

Yes, he loves the thrill

Mikey knows what he’s doing when it comes to car sex. He loves to take a seemingly typical activity and turn it into something exceptional. Whether it’s a quickie in a parking lot or a romantic sunset session on the side of the highway, he looks for every opportunity to surprise you and make the car ride a memorable one.

The thrill of having sex in his car and the feeling of being watched are what he likes. It's not so much the act of sex itself, but rather the thrill of doing something that few people would be bold enough to do.

He loves the freedom that it provides and nothing feels as naughty as when you two are doing it with the window rolled down and all the neighbors are watching.

He also loves the adventure that it brings and he's always finding new ways to spice up these steamy sessions like taking photos and videos as you both perform yall naughty acts, he says “it adds a bit of excitement”.

Him being able to look back at the photos and videos later, as a reminder of yall wild, daring, joy rides gets him excited to do it again.

♡ — × Rindou Haitani ×

No, he despises it tbh

Rindou despises car sex for a multitude of reasons, but the main one is that he doesn't like people looking at him when it's happening. He feels like he's on display and being judged, and it's uncomfortable for him. He wants his lovemaking to be private, not public, and the idea of people gawking at him when he's trying to get intimate with you is just too weird for him.

For him, this invades his personal space and he prefers a closed-off, intimate atmosphere for intimate activities, and car sex doesn't offer that.

The idea of car sex doesn’t sit right with him because it lacks the privacy that he craves. It can also be uncomfortable and cramped in a car, leaving little room for mobility. Since you are isolated in plain sight in a car, it also means that people passing by can look into the window and potentially see what's going on.

He is always very protective of you, and would never think of suggesting car sex to you. His number one concern is that someone could be looking into the car windows and seeing him giving you all types of pleasure.

That being said, he's willing to compromise and will try to make the best of tight situations, as long as it doesn't involve taking things too far. He still wants to show his love for you and will continue to do so without taking things too far or stepping outside of his comfort zone.

♡ — × Kakucho Hitto ×

Probably, likes trying new things but for a limited amount of time unless he enjoys it

Kakucho is always up for trying new things, so there's a good chance he's open to trying car sex. He would most likely it out, and since he likes trying new things, car sex is right up his alley.

You thought it would be a great way to mix up your routine and add a little excitement to yall sex life so you suggested it to him.

He enjoyed it and said he would probably do it again sometime. It was exciting and thrilling, and he loved how you were so into it. You loved how he was so forceful and demanding, and how he made you feel so desired.

He love how you let him take control and made you feel so good. It was an amazing experience, and you can't wait to do it again.

So him wanting to have car sex again is not surprising. After all, car sex is one of the most popular places to have sex.

♡ — × Haruchiyo Sanzu ×

Yes, very adventurous and willing to try anything and everything

Sanzu has always been a bit more adventurous when it comes to expressing his love for you. For one, he loves to do something a bit more out of the ordinary like having car sex.

He finds that the thrill of doing something so daring outdoors brings about a surge of adrenaline and urges him to become more intimate with you.

Some of his favorite car sex activities include experimenting with different positions and of course keeping a couple of extras like lingerie and toys on hand to help spice things up.

He also enjoys being able to be creative in a setting with some tight spaces, and the added possibility of getting caught or being noticed by someone is especially arousing to him.

He sees sex as both a physical and a mental connection between you and him and continually strives to find new ways to make the experience pleasurable for both of you.

♡ — × Haijime Kokonoi ×

Maybe, it depends on if he's feeling it or not

For Koko, it depends on whether or not he's comfortable in tight quarters and still able to feel connected to his partner, and whether or not he enjoys car sex depends on his mood.

if he's feeling adventurous and open to the idea, then it could be the perfect way to have fun and be spontaneous with you and he may find car sex to be a hot and exciting experience.

If he's just not feeling it at all or not in the mood for something so intimate, then he may not be as into the idea of car sex, he trusts his instincts and sticks to what feels best for him.

He can be one of those individuals who can be difficult to read on whether he likes it or not. Most times, he finds the idea of having sex in a car too uncomfortable, due to the limited space and the fact that he has no privacy.

If you ask he may be hesitant to agree at first, but a little bit of flirting and teasing can be very persuasive and once you get him in the mood he's open to the idea of it, he make sure to take advantage of the opportunity and have a great time.

[sadesluvr]

Hello! I hope you are having a great night! (I'm already on my second cup of coffee).

I was wondering if you could write for William. This is a super crazy scenario. Too crazy. Imagine a ghost reader who is able to take a physical form at will and She usually enjoys hanging around and observing inside the pizzeria, annoying William. She is always there, bothering. Then one day the reader simply does too much and it all ends in a chase. Where the reader flees from a furious William, taking advantage of the fact that she can become a ghost at will to flee around the pizzeria.

She makes a mistake and in an attempt to hide she goes into a closet. Guess who's there :) (Could it be spicy too?)

I hope it's not too far-fetched of me... I hope you have a good night! ♥️ (Again)

A/N: TY as always for the ask! I’ve never written anything with supernatural elements but it's always nice to go outside of my comfort zone ;) Definitely going to write more of the predator/prey dynamic with him…

“Do that again, I dare you,”

“Or what?”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you twice,”

“You can,” you hummed. “You’ll never catch me,”

Being a ghost had its perks, and for one your favourite was annoying a man you’d come to know as William Afton. He was some kind of inventor, as he spent the late hours of the evening into the night tinkering and reminiscing in what you assumed to be his pizzeria, even walking around in a worn out yellow rabbit costume. You thought it was rather weird, but you didn’t have a right to argue, given the circumstances. 

The beauty of it all was that you weren’t confined to your ghost form. More often than not, you spent your days with the rest of human society; working, eating, sleeping - the lot - but you particularly enjoyed shape shifting around William. On the surface he’d seemed like a nice guy, but you’d come to find out that he’d had a chequered past - including an estranged daughter, a dramatic move across state lines and a name change. You weren’t stupid; he was clearly some sort of criminal…You just didn’t know to what nature.

Still, he was rather an interesting guy, if not quite attractive also. It started off with the little things; pestering him ‘if he was done yet’, to moving his equipment to completely different parts of the pizzeria. Every time you did, you were met with deliciously frustrating grunts, sighs and even curses. You were 90% sure he hated you, and yet he never truly shut you out. 

What you didn’t know was that he was secretly enjoying the chase – Sometimes he’d ogle you in human form, and then the next you were gone, quite literally sending chills up his spine whether it be from your touch or whisper. It drove him crazy, and today he decided that he was going to put an end to it. You’d continuously blown in his ear, messed up his blueprints, and even ran your fingers along the material of his belt — You were so royally fucked.

You’d shifted into your human form before you began to run away, making sure that William could see you, getting a glimpse of the way your body moved under the dull, yet enticing lights of the pizzeria before you vanished completely. The man seemed furious, his eyes darkened and a frazzled strand of his hair clinging to his forehead, but what terrified (or turned you on) the most was the fact that he didn’t run - no, he was deliberate and methodical in his movements, stalking down the halls like an apex predator.

“You know better than to try and fool me…” he teased, eyes darting around like a maniac. “I’ll always find you...” he snarled, and your heart pounded in your chest as you watched him walk up and down the hallways, his footsteps like an omen as they followed after you. The effect he had on you was unfathomable, even if you technically had control of the situation. You could’ve upped and left the building entirely, but you didn’t – You wanted him to catch you.

All of a sudden it went silent, and you figured that you’d lost him. Shifting into your human form, you quickly darted into the store closet in the hallway, hoping to jump out and give the man a good-old fashioned scare. It was dark, and even though the absence of light rarely bothered you, you wondered how long it would be before he would come looking for you. What if he didn’t? What if he left, and you were to be stuck in this cold, dingy pizzeria overnight?

Huffing, you fumbled around in the dark, trying desperately to search for a light. Your hand felt along a brush, some bottles of bleach and window cleaner, and, eventually, a beard. 

Gasping, you felt yourself about to shift, but William stopped you, grabbing your arms and holding them above your head so that you couldn’t move.

“I found you…” he chuckled, and you could envision his smile; teeth bared like a wolf. “Couldn’t get away from me, hm?”

You writhed under his touch, trying to shift your body so that you were at least in a comfortable position, but this only rubbed your privates against the man’s crotch, his bulge prominent amongst your respective layers of clothing. 

“Will –” you whispered as his lips found your neck. “At least let me see you…”

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart,” he growled against your neck. “You made your bed, you’re going to lie in it…”

Eventually, he let go of your hands and you immediately found his body, clinging your arms around his neck and back as he lifted you up, stumbling slightly as he managed to find the wall, pressing you against it. He thrust his pelvis against your own as you engaged in a sloppy makeout session, his beard tickling your hot skin.

“You’re a little tease, you know that?” he said as one hand found his belt, fumbling with the buckle and zipper. “A girl like you should never have such power…”

You moaned in agreement as you began to slide off your own bottoms, getting as far as the material pooling around your calves. William wasted no time in thrusting into you, your arms desperately trying to find something to hold onto as he stabilised himself on the wall. You found a floor to ceiling pipe, hands practically going numb from the way you gripped the copper. His strokes were targeted, as if he were going out of his way to stab you. It only resulted in sheer pleasure, with your walls taking him in further with every movement, which earned a deep groan from the man, who was dotting hickies along your neck and collarbone.

“Listen to yourself…” he contemplated, his voice laboured, and you presumed he was getting close. “Sometimes I forget you’re nothing but a needy, human slut,”

Of course he wasn’t wrong. You were glad that whatever happened to you in a past life had led to you having indulgent sex with a (likely) criminal, legs spread and pussy aching. You were so invested in your own pleasure that you didn’t have the energy to shift into ghost form and tease him.

William came first, biting down on your neck as he spilled into you, practically crushing you with his large body against the wall. You ran your fingers through his hair as he rode off his high, using your hips to get yourself off, and to drain him for what he had left, causing the man to groan. He squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the way you fucked yourself on his cock, but as he felt you clamp down he withdrew his hips, pulling out of you entirely and leaving you completely empty.

Smoothly, he switched the light on, and you looked up at him with a frustrated expression that screamed ‘What the fuck?’

He smirked as he tucked himself back into his trousers.

“How’s it feel to be the tease now?”

[glorysalazar]

No Duolingo, no problem

Jere Pöyhönen / Käärijä x Fem! Reader

Summary: You moved to Finland a few weeks ago and can't seem to feel at home: you're starting at a new job, you don't understand the language, you're kind of going through a break up... One tired and cold evening you head into the first bar you can find and briefly meet a cute guy you can't stop thinking about for the next few weeks. You try to forget about him, but when you go back to the same bar for some random gig your coworkers have invited you to go to, you find him again. [This takes place way before Eurovision]

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: English isn't my first language and I got a little lazy mid writing. Also they smoke a vape oops (seriously now don't do it it's shit for your health). Maybe smut implications at the end?

A/N: I didn't know what to name this lmao. I cannot believe I wrote fanficiton for the first time in YEARS because I fell in love with a Finnish guy after watching Eurovision. Anyway, I noticed an enormous shortage of Jere fics and decided to risk my final exams to serve the people. I hope it's worth it! Also apologies if the Finnish translation is shit I used a random website for it lol

Glossary:

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi" -> "Sorry, you dropped your coat"

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä" -> "Jere, we are sitting at the back table"

"Olen tulossa" -> "I'm on my way"

"Hetkinen, kiitos!" -> "One moment, please!"

"Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua" -> "Jere, you're on in ten minutes"

"Minä menen nyt" -> "Coming"

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" -> "Hi everyone, how are we doing today?"

"Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella" -> "Thank you, Mikko, I really appreciate it"

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" -> "How dare she come here?"

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" -> "We'll have to make use of it"

"Mikä on sana?" -> "What's the word?"

...

It was cold. Hell, it was colder than she could have ever imagined before coming here. Sure, she had checked the country's temperatures before moving, researched online about what to expect for someone who was used to easy winters, had bought the fuzzy-fur-on-the-inside-boots and the heavy jacket and all that was recommended to face the never-ending snowing. But still, it somehow hadn't been enough.

A job offer and the need to find some new purpose to latch onto had led (Y/N) here. Now three weeks in, with no friends and hardly a place to call her home had helped regret start to settle in. So many things felt out of her control: the way her colleagues seemed to think she was a mess, the cashiers at the supermarket sighing because she still didn't understand the language, everyone from her hometown rolling their eyes when she announced she was leaving in a way that meant you're not gonna make it.

Yet being thrown outside her comfort zone, and being forced to move on however she could manage, made her feel at least some kind of thrive. Which was far more than she had back home.

As she walked down the street for some place to find shelter in, hands shaking and breaths almost uneven, a neon sign caught her attention. Even though she couldn't figure out the name, it looked like a pretty okay bar. She didn't need much convincing anyway; anything would do to get out of this freezing gale. She made her way in.

The warmth was a instant relief. Stripping down from the many layers of upper clothes, she took a quick glance to check the place out. Not many people, which was fair for a Wednesday evening. There was low music playing, mild chatter and a bunch of people sitting alone in the stools, which was a relief. At least she wouldn't be the only one.

As she ordered a beer (one of the few phrases she had made sure to master) she felt her hands come alive again. The beverage came along and she took a long, much anticipated sip. It tasted significantly different from the brands she was used to, but it was just fine. Alcohol is alcohol.

Finally feeling at ease, she took her phone out and started mindlessly scrolling through social media to kill some time. It was still early in the evening since she had just gotten out from work. An extra challenging day is what had led her to wander outside for a bit instead of heading back to the dull apartment she hadn't even been able to decorate yet. Going home right after would've led her to start overthinking if this job was even right for her, if she had gone crazy by moving hundreds of kilometres away from what she's always known, if her ex-girlfriend had been right when she accused her of being too impulsive, if it would be such a bad thing to give it up already and leave—

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi", she heard a voice say behind her.

When she turned around to give her "sorry I still don't speak Finnish" speech, she was met with a blue-eyed, dark-haired, funky but sweet looking guy holding her jacket, which she now understood had fallen to the floor. It caught her by surprise that she somehow forgot how to speak for a brief moment.

"Oh! Thank you, I hadn't noticed it was on the floor" she ended up answering, taking the jacket back as the man handed it to her with a confused look in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not from here. I don't speak Finnish yet" she added with a small chuckle.

"No, don't worry, Finnish, uh- hard language to learn" he answered through an amusing smile, with a thick accent and a clear struggle to speak English.

She half laughed at his answer. Until now, people hadn't been so kind about the language-barrier impediment. "Yes, it is a little bit", she followed, now taking in his appearance.

Painted nails. Double nose piercings. Earrings. Facial hair. A bowl cut? Interesting choice, but it suited him surprisingly well. Her brain decided through that brief examination: he was cute. Attractively cute.

"You can try Duolingo. I use for my English, but don't work very very well" the man said the second part more as a correction to himself, making both of them laugh from the random half advice. He tried to fix it: "Maybe for you works better".

"Maybe. I'll check it out. Thank you again" her response was going to be followed by an invitation for him to sit down with her, as she felt a sudden wave of boldness: I need to make some friends in this town or else I'll go crazy. But a group of three other guys that had come in after him caught her stranger's attention.

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä", one of them said to him, while walking to a table at the back corner of the bar.

"Olen tulossa" he turned around to answer, then looked at her once more, "I go now with my friends. Enjoy your beer" he smiled and small-waved goodbye, as she copied his gesture. "Enjoy your evening".

That small interaction was enough for her to spend the next half hour looking up from her phone, which she had retreated to, to glance at him from time to time. His group of friends and him seemed to be having a good time, and she enjoyed the view of him. He looked like a very interesting person, too, and if she was being honest, she hadn't been struck by someone new in quite some time. Not by her neighbors, not by the people she was starting to coincide with at the grocery shop, not even by her co-workers.

She noticed him looking at her from time to time as well.

When her glass was empty and just as the clock on her phone struck seven, she got up and got prepared to face the freezing wind once again. At least it wasn't that long of a walk to her place.

She lingered for a moment before exiting the bar, then finally did so while warning herself not to get too caught up on the nice stranger she suddenly felt she was leaving behind. It was just a one minute interaction. You probably won't see him again. Quit this teenager act. Focus on the important tasks ahead of you.

It was already pitch black outside, snow accumulated on the sidewalks, the air was even colder than before.

Excitement started to bubble up in the pit of her stomach.

...

Two weeks had gone by and although she had been meaning to return to the bar, she just hadn't find the time to do so. Once the job's training period ended, the hectic rythm started. In her free time, when she wasn't taking care of the house or just resting, she was trying to find some language academy where she could actually properly learn Finnish. Cute guy had been right: Duolingo just didn't do the trick.

She had hoped he would appear around the neighborhood, that maybe he lived nearby. But there had been no luck. It was fine, though. She knew she would let go of it rather quickly at that point, it's not like she had been thinking about his addictive smile or pretty eyes or soft-looking hands. Not at all.

It was Friday, and some acquaintances from work she had managed to pull off had invited her to a small gig. She didn't even remember the musician's name nor did she know where it was going to be, but nevertheless she was happy to go and actually get to have some fun with other people. Who knows, cute guy might even be there.

She didn't even realize they were headed to the bar until they were right in front of it. Inside, a small stage platform had been set up and tables and chairs had been removed to make space for the audience. It wasn't very spacey anyway, the place could hold about a hundred people squeezed together tops.

"Huh, hadn't even thought of this place as a venue" she let her thoughts trail out loud.

"Have you been here before?" her coworker Aubrey, who she had slightly bonded with because she was also a foreigner, asked her. "Only once" the girl explained, already searching for a certain someone's face in the crowd. "So, who have you brought me to see tonight?" she asked, in the hopes of at least getting some conversation non-work related flowing. "I don't really know, coming here was Mikko's idea. He's always trying to get us into these weird small rap-rock Finnish bands, and listen, I've lived here for over a year now and I still don't really get the hype" Aubrey explained making both of them laugh "But it always ends up being fun when we go out" she added.

The rest of the group had moved forward to get a good spot near the humble stage, as Mikko babbled on and on about nonsense the two women couldn't figure out from the distance. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom real quick. Mind saving me a place?" (Y/N) asked her colleague, who answered affirmatively.

She made her way through the crowd in between "excuse me's" and "sorry's" but got there with quite ease. One of the two toilet doors had a sign that read "Out of order", so she knocked on the one that was left to check if anyone was inside. A voice that sounded vaguely familiar came from the other side: "Hetkinen, kiitos!"

Nervousness suddenly struck her. Is this who I think it is?

When the door opened there was no doubt. Cute stranger was standing in front of her.

"Oh! Hello" he blurted out just as he saw her, sounding surprised. Today he was wearing eye makeup and bottom eyeliner, which suited him very, very well. He has such a pretty face.

She realized now she had not been able to get over this guy in the two weeks of not seeing him, even though she didn't even know his name.

"Hi" was all she could manage to say. She had been looking for him when she entered the bar but she was convinced he was not actually going to be there, "It's good to see you!" she added, as a way of avoiding an awkward silence.

"You as well. You, uh, you come to... concert?" he inquired, struggling to find the last word while pointing towards the direction where the stage was to make sure he was being understood.

She noticed he was wearing an all yellow outfit that consisted of corduroy pants and a button up. He looks good in it.

"Yes, some work friends brought me here. But if I'm being honest I don't even know who's playing" she confessed, slightly covering her mouth with one of her hands to joke around, as if she had spilled a dark secret. Stranger burst out laughing. His laugh was cute. "Do you know if he's good? I wanna know if I'll be wasting my time or not" she asked him, pretending to be a diva to keep his laugh going.

He had his arms crossed and his tongue between his teeth as he slightly giggled. "No, I think he's pretty ok. I think you will like, even if no understand" his answer was playful and accompanied with another small laugh. She continued joking around, this time putting her hands up in pretend self defense "Hey, I'll try my best. Maybe using Duolingo for two days actually did something" she shot back, realizing after saying those words that she had just told Mr. Stranger she had followed his advice.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head playfully "You did what I say to you" he stated. "Yes, but you were right. It's not really helpful. Now I just keep getting emails from the goddamn owl and feel scared that he's going to find me and kill me for not going back to the app" she explained exaggeratedly, which made their giggles grow bigger and even he bent his knees with laughter.

Their little chit-chatting was cut when a man who looked like he had been searching for someone stopped in his tracks at the beginning of the bathroom hall and shouted at them: "Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua". She turned around to look at the source of the voice and then back at stranger when he answered "Minä menen nyt". She wished she knew what they were saying, but she assumed it had just been his friend telling him to hurry up. Also, was Jere his name? She had heard it two times already.

"Someone's always calling out for you", she commented when they were left alone again. "It's because me popular, yes yes" he joked, putting a hand to his chest and shrugging. "Listen, I go now. Concert starting soon" he explained, pointing out to the stage's direction once again "I see you there?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he put a hand to her shoulder, looking into her eyes. His blue ones had her mind going blank for a moment. That seemed to happen a lot when he was around. "Uh- yeah, sure, see you there". He smiled again then moved past her to return to the hall. She stared at him leave as she opened the door to the bathroom and finally went inside, smiling to herself and biting her bottom lip.

She hurried back once she was finished not only in fear of missing out the start of the concert, but more so in fear of not finding him again. Aubrey raised her hand to catch her attention and she followed the lead back to the group. The place was packed, it was hot, and there was a lot of chatter going on.

"What took you so long?", Aubrey asked as she got to her side, just in front of the stage, "They're about to start". (Y/N) was standing on her tiptoes and turning her head in all directions. She had just talked to him and the bar was not that big: where the hell had he hid himself?

"There was a long line to the bathroom..." she started off distantly, then turned to face Aubrey "Hey, this is going to sound weird, but have you seen-" just when she was going to make the question, she noticed some people walking up to the stage and everyone started cheering.

As she looked up, she couldn't have been more dumbfounded.

It was him. Mr Stranger was the one performing tonight.

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" he shouted out to the public, (Y/N) assumed as a way of greeting everyone. He took no time noticing she was right there, which made him grin even wider. "I see we have international people tonight. Good" he said while looking directly at her. She felt her coworkers eyes on her.

"Do you know him?" Aubrey whispered-shouted to her, "I- uh, no, yes? Briefly" she responded back as he continued on in Finnish. She remembered the question she had made him earlier and mentally facepalmed. This cheeky dude. Lying to her face just so he could later get her reaction.

Since there was no way of understanding what he said, she concentrated on what she could see. Two men behind him wearing pink shirts and shorts and sunglasses. A DJ table, no instruments. There was a sign hanging from the wall that read "Käärijä". Was that his artistic name? She was very intrigued by everything going on and wondered what genre he was going to play.

She had no idea what was coming.

As soon as he stopped talking and the music started playing, his demeanor changed. His stare became fiercer, his movements provocative and unleashed. He walked around the stage like he owned it, stared at the audience like he knew they would do whatever he asked them. Every beat before he started singing rumbled inside her, made her hold her breath in anticipation. She let it out once the words started to fall from his mouth.

The lyrics could have been shit for all she knew. His deep voice, the exotic pronunciation, the hard rapping from the boy who had seemed so sweet and wholesome but was now showing another side of him, the song's rhythm and tone. She was all in. So in, that her body started swaying to the sound almost like an automatic response, and jumped around alongside everyone else when the music demanded to do so.

"Ok, he's really good" she said to her coworkers as the crowd sung alongside him. "Mikko, you were right, he's really good" she insisted to the boy beside her, who was clearly enjoying himself. "I told you!" he answered amidst chanting, "Jere is my most talented friend". Oh, okay. Mental note taken.

As he performed his songs, (Y/N) couldn't help but admire the dedication Jere put on and the absolute fun he looked like he was having. Also, she realised he was at least kind of known around here, because people were singng alongside him.

The head banging, self touching, slightly undressing and sticking his tongue out only added more to his eclectic movements and gestures that made the show feel like a mix of energetic, passionate and, why deny it, lascivious state. Her eyes were glued to him in a capitative stare, that he would catch from time to time and hold for a few seconds. Then he would turn to his attention somewhere else, but a smirk would make a clear appearance on his face.

Whenever he finished a number, the loud clapping allowed him some time to take a sip of water. The clothes he was wearing and its material soon became unbearable, which lead him to take his shirt off completely. "Sorry, it is hot in here" he stated into the microphone pretending to excuse himself as a joke, as everyone in the room made a fuss about it. He was heavily sweating all over his face, neck and torso.

If she had previously been absorbed by him, at this point it was almost unbearable. She had not expected to see so much exposed flesh, and the pectoral tattoo nearly had her weak on her knees.

For some reason, freehing himself from his clothes somehow made him behave even wilder from then on out. He started getting closer to the front row, some even holding out their arms to interact with him, him receiving the gesture with no issue. The Fin looked so confident in what he was doing, it only made her feel even more attracted to him.

He moved so quickly (Y/N) didn't even have time to process when he positioned himself right in front of her, amidst performing a song, and full on stroked her cheek for a few lasting moments, all the while mainting direct eye contact. It was as if no one else had been around them, as if this instant had been theirs only. She didn't respond to the touch by touching him herself, since she couldn't find the strength to be as bold; but the breath hitching and swallowing saliva right after were a clear sign to Jere that he made her feel things. He would quite probably feel embarrassed about it later, but right now it made him feel close to powerful.

The whole gig ended on a high note, the applause was strong and lasting. (Y/N) clapped her hands so fast they even started hurting a little, and could understand through the noise that Jere was thanking everyone for coming out to see him. As he was about to exit the stage, some music started playing over the speakers as to signal that the performance was over and everyone could retreat to either leave the bar or get a drink and stay there for a longer while. As the people from the front row turned around and waited to have a chance to move, (Y/N) felt a hand on her shoulder.

Jere looked exhausted, but it also seemed like the whole night had riled him up. "You don't leave now?", he meant to ask, but came out more as a plead. She wouldn't even dream of doing so right now. "No, no, I'm staying" she rushed to answer. "Good. Wait for me?" he went on. She could only manage to nod her head yes. He smiled and quickly went "backstage" to freshen up.

"Okay, what the actual hell was that?" Aubrey took no time to pry her, "It did not look like knowing each other briefly". (Y/N) shrugged while putting her hands in the air and half laughing, not knowing how to beat those allegations.

"It's classic Jere. Finds a girl cute and cannot stop himself" Mikko chimed in, while grinning, "Now I understand, you must be the girl he saw a couple of weeks ago over here, right?"

"He's talked about me?" she said, a bit shocked, while Mikko lead the way for the three of them to go grab a drink. "Yes, well, now that I connect the dots, that evening you came here, it was a Wednesday, right? I came too, but it must've been after you left. When I arrived he was commenting it".

Some of the other coworkers were starting to leave, not without commenting the elephant in the room before grabbing the door. "You're gonna be the talk of the office now", Aubrey asserted, making Mikko laugh and (Y/N) grow redder by the minute. "I don't even- we haven't even talked that much, really. But watching him onstage was..." she trailed off, letting out a sigh and grabbing the drink Mikko offered her, thanking him in the process. "Yes, it's his special trait. That magnetism he holds is what's gonna get him places", he agreed.

"Okay, but does this whole act mean that he always does this? Like, does he take advantage of his concerts to mindlessly flirt with random people?" (Y/N) suddenly tried to rationalize the fast track of actions Jere was taking on with her. Sure, she liked him, and she really, really wanted to have some fun. Needed it, even. This bonding moment with Aubrey and Mikko right now, this non-work related, exciting chatter; the going out; as precipitating as it sounds she was starting to feel like she was finally making friends, establishing a life. But she also didn't want to be played around with.

"Ohhh, no, not necessarily" her coworker laughed, calming her down "Käärijä the performer is seductive, provocative, even uncontrollable" he took a sip from his drink, "But Jere the person is another story. Dude wouldn't even hurt a fly, I mean it" he reassured her. He then was about to say something else, but stopped on his tracks when they all noticed the man of the hour and the tow men who had performed with him coming over to them. However, he quickly commented to the girls the following before Jere could hear them: "If anything, he's the one who has been played around with".

Jere approached Mikko first, going in for a hug, which made total sense given the fact that they were friends. (Y/N) appreciated it, because his last comment had caught her by surprise. He had changed into some track pants and graphic loose t-shirt, and over all he already looked far more calmed down and back to his more, to put it some way, innocent self. Aubrey and (Y/N) exchanged a look before introducing themselves to the guys in pink, who had not changed their outfits. Their names were Jaakko and Aleksi.

"Hey, I recognize you. You were all in the bar that day I was here" she said as a realization. "Yes, we were planning tonight" Aleksi answered, "Did you like it?" he added, to both her and Aubrey.

While the four of them engaged in small talk, the girls understood that Mikko was congratulating his friend on his performance and Jere was thanking him, "Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella", he said with appreciation on his face, closed smile and big puppy eyes (Y/N) couldn't ignore. With one last ruffle on his hair from Mikko, the two men stayed with one arm over the other's back and turned to the group.

"Alright, let's talk in English now so we can all understand each other..." Mikko started off. "I see you guys have already introduced yourselves, very good. Now let me introduce you girls to Käärijä himself, although maybe a certain someone doesn't need it" he playfully remarked, making Jere look away while hiding his face and (Y/N) roll her eyes. "Jere, these are (Y/N) and Aubrey from work. Aubrey, (Y/N), this is Jere" he played around using a formal tone and letting out of their embrace.

"Nice to meet you" Aubrey answered, shaking hands with him and gently pushing (Y/N) forward once she was done to signal her to do so as well.

"I finally know your name" he commented, making her chuckle, "Yes, I guess you do". Mikko and Aubrey swiftly moved to give them some space, going over to Jaakko and Aleksi, who were all in in the same unspoken plan.

"You like the show?" he seemed a bit nervous as he rested his elbow on the counter and signaled the waiter to get him a drink, while attentively listening to her answer, "Honestly, I'd never been to one quite like this. I mean, I've been to rock concerts and such, but this energy you guys put on stage was totally new for me. I really enjoyed it tho, you're really good" she sincerely said.

"Oh, thank you, really" Jere put a hand to his chest as to show gratitude, "It was first concert after months of not doing", he further explained, "So means a lot all people who come here, yes. I'm so happy for this, I was worried if not work well". He sounded so humble (Y/N) couldn't help but grow to like his personality even more. She was curious to know why he hadn't played in a way, but also didn't want to intrude, so she opted for another response. "Well you should be. We all had a blast".

"You understand anything I sing?" he wondered with a perky smirk, before taking a sip from the beer that had just landed in front of him. "I didn't need to", she let it out without giving it a second thought, almost as if this was the only real answer she could give, which to her felt absolutely true. He was shocked by it and spilled some of the drink out, quickly catching the dripping by covering his mouth with a napkin.

"Ah, I make fool of me now, great!" he tried to cover up by playing down the incident. She couldn't stop laughing out loud, some people even noticing the whole scene between the two of them, specially Mikko and company who laughed as well from a distance, "That's what you get for lying to me before" she joked, but grabbed a napkin as well to clean his shirt up, softly patting it on his chest. "Sorry, I wanted to surprise" he justified. It was in that moment that she noticed they were almost the same height. When her gaze moved upward from the stain she was cleaning up, his stare was way closer than she had thought. He carried on talking.

"Also, before, I hope I not make you... uh-, mikä on sana epämukavalle?" he looked over at Mikko for help regarding a language inquire.

"Uncomfortable"

"Yes, that" Jere said, "I hope I not make you uncom... uncomfortable when I, you know-" he tried to explain himself, struggling with the pronunciation. He stroked his own cheek to interpret what he attempted to say. "Oh! No no, don't worry, it was- it was okay. I liked it, actually", his relief was evident after she assured him. He let out a nervous giggle.

Then, something caught his attention. His gaze had travelled to the door, past (Y/N), and what he saw made his face turn dead serious, although also sad. Mikko, Aleksi and Jaakko very quickly noticed what was happening. Aubrey and (Y/N) also turned around to check it out: a girl was standing by the entrance looking for someone with a worried expression.

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" Jaakko expressed angrily. The three men addressed Jere, who suddenly was a loss of words and course of action.

"Ex alert" Aubrey whispered to (Y/N) while sipping from her drink's straw. "They're asking him if he wants to go talk to her" she informed her friend, which (Y/N) was thankful for. It was really tiring to not catch anything on her own sometimes. While the four men were talking to each other, deciding what to do next, (Y/N) grabbed Jere's arm and everyone's attention fell on her. She just couldn't stop strongly empathizing with him because she had also recently been through a break up and knew how shitty it was. Jere seemed more at ease when she talked, "Are you okay? Do you want to get out of here?" he looked past her again, everyone following his direction and realizing his ex was coming over to them. "I do, please", "Then we're getting out of here", (Y/N) decided, "You guys coming?" she asked the rest. "No, you guys go on. We'll make sure she doesn't follow" Mikko stated, thankful for her determination.

They said rushed goodbyes and (Y/N) got ahold of his hand to guide him towards the door. When they walked past her, she tried to talk, but they were quick to get out.

As per usual, it was freezing. They started to wander off to anywhere.

...

"I'm sorry about having to go"

They had found a comfortable spot in a park overlooking the town's river and had settled there. They had walked for a while, him trying to talk about anything else but his ex.

"Don't sweat it. I fully understand" she comforted him, then took the vape he had previously offered to her and took a puff before continuing, "I got broken up with three months ago... I hate to admit it, but it's part of the reason I ended up deciding to move here", she explained. He listened to her attentively, with a stern face.

The night was silent over here. It was only the sound of the stream and their hushed voices

"Can I ask why the break up?" he inquired, not wanting to pry on too much. "Only if I can ask why the break up", she made him chuckle. "Yes, of course" he accepted.

"She said I was too impulsive and that she couldn't trust me to maintain a steady and stable relationship, because I couldn't even do that with my own life" she sighed after her explanation and rolled her eyes.

"Wow" Jere said, disapproving look on his face "Hard thing to say".

"Yes, but honestly, I don't hold a grudge anymore. She had her right to think that way too. I do so too sometimes" she admitted, handing back the electronic cigarette, since they were taking turns to smoke.

"That's shit" he commented, which made them both laugh, "But I understand, too. "My ex, Sofia, that's her name, she uh- said she not approve of music career" his gaze moved upfront, "She said It's either me or music, and I think she not like my answer" Jere let out a half-sad cackle, "This is all I ever wanted to do. I loved her, I feel like I still do a bit, you know? But..." he nodded negatively before finishing the sentence, "I need someone who give support. What I told you before, the not doing concerts? A part of it was because I got, uh, insecure".

Silence fell between them as they both got lost in their own thoughts for a brief moment.

"You know, for someone who claims to not be good at English, you can maintain quite a deep conversation" her words made him belly laugh again. He looked at her and handed the vape once more. "Don't need Duolingo for that" he referenced. He was about to speak again but cut himself. "You can go on, it's fine", his doe-like blue eyes seeped cherishment.

"Oh, I not know, talking about ex was not in my plans when being alone with a girl I like" he made her blush, "I just thinking that, you know, I'm almost... mikä on sana" he struggled again with the language "Thirty year old?" he doubted if he had said it right, and the girl nodded to indicate him he had, "Thirty year old, and when younger I thought Oh, I achieve my dreams at thirty, have the family, all that... You know? And... nothing of that" he described, "My songs, some say that. But you not understand, so..." he added jokingly to lighten the mood, erupting laughter from her.

"Hey, I'm trying really hard to find a place where I can learn Finnish! Give me a break..." she defended herself, while the giggling from both of them died down. "But, just so you know, most of us feel this way too. Having your life figured out at thirty? That only happens to the lucky ones, I can assure you" she saw his tired expression and put a hand to his shoulder, "And by the way, you're crazy talented. We were all mesmerized by your performance. You can get to whatever place you want to be, and if you don't, well... It won't be because of your fault".

They were once again looking in each other's eyes. His gaze travelled down to her mouth. They were sitting close to one another as to avoid the cold wind. Her heart beat faster. How come did she feel like he had known him for such a long time if this was practically their first ever proper conversation? Yet she couldn't fight it. She had seen so many sides of him in such a short amount of time; she swore she'd never been that much of a romantic but the alcohol, mixed with how vulnerable they both felt in that moment and the fact that she was finally feeling at ease after more than a month of such a big change in her life, probably did the trick.

"Can- can I...?" he started nervously, but was interrupted.

"Yes"

Their lips crashed, finally killing the anticipation. Her hands cupped his face and his ones settled on her waist. She felt his long eyelashes touch her face, his beard tickled her jaw and his hoop piercing was cold on her nose. (Y/N) enjoyed feeling all these parts of Jere on her. He truly was so pretty. And suddenly, she wanted to make sure he knew just how pretty he was and how much he deserved to know it. The wave of boldness she had had to ask him to sit down with her those two weeks ago, but had been interrupted, came back as a stronger force.

When they separated to catch their breath, (Y/N) kept his face close to hers. He was panting through a timid smile and hot red burned his cheeks. She noticed her face doing the same thing.

"My apartment is a five minute walk from here" she suggested.

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" he whispered, hands going up and down her sides, and the Finnish language had never sounded so seductive to her.

"I didn't catch that",

"You don't need to. I will show you".

[faerytreealtars]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “Less Work, More Play” ~ Ways to connect to your inner child ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Hello again, my dear Saplings! 🌱 I am back once again with another new PAC today that I hope you enjoy, take a deep breath, and choose whatever images resonate with your soul and heart, Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

  Being connected to our child-like energy does not mean to behave like a tantruming two-year old or to act naively in situations where you know it is necessary to have a sensible and mature head on your shoulders, no to connect with the child within us in a healthy way we should embrace wonder, never fear trying out new things and remember its okay to be silly and fun now and again, don’t be afraid to laugh at yourself and never mind the unneeded judgements of others. If they refuse to look after the child within in and feel uncomfortable to see yours thriving that's a them problem!

I would love to hear if the message you received resonated with you, so don’t feel afraid to comment, for it makes me so happy to connect with you all! 💕  

Song: Lost Boy - Ruth B.

Faery-Tale: Puss in Boots ~ “Perhaps the greatest gift that can be left to you is something you already have within”

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Pile 1

[Cards: Ace of Cups, Eight of Swords, The Chariot & King of Swords]

Ways you can reconnect with your inner child include slowing down in life, instead of rushing from one goalpost to another try to appreciate the journey. Collect memories physically & mentally - make an album of photographs from both adventures and ordinary life and fill it with pictures of those dear to you too. Listen & dance to music from your youth or even scrapbook/Journal about your days if you're feeling creative. Don't become another victim of the belief that once you've reached a certain age all fun must die only to be replaced with responsibilities and strict rules! Keep dreaming, keep playing, and keep growing!

Oracle: Benedicta

Don't be afraid to step outside your comfort zones, No one ever grew in stagnation - Just like a plant in a pot too small for its roots your run the danger of wilting. Be daring, be bold, and most importantly true to your soul!

Pile 2

[Cards: Four of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, Three of Pentacles & Four of Swords]

To connect more with your inner child within you I suggest some much-needed TLC & self-care. treat yourself, you deserve it! Think to yourself if your child's self suddenly appeared in your life and you were entrusted to care for them. How would you treat them? Perhaps you would give them all the nice things they were refused in life. Now is your chance to do just that. Another message I'm hearing is to not burden yourself with all the decisions if you run a business or are in a partnership/Marriage Lean on those around you (spouse/Work Colleagues) to carry some of the load it isn't your responsibility to carry it all - You don't need to feel alone.

Oracle: Rubi

Make time for your friends and family don't feel afraid that you might be missing out on work, or some other important chore on your to-do list, it won't end your world to slow down and appreciate all you've got. Wouldn't you rather make fun and exciting memories with those dearest to your heart rather than worry and stress yourself out over work? The decision is ultimately in your hands.

Pile 3

[Cards: Five of Wands, The Star, Ten of Pentacles & Nine of Swords]

The way you connect to your inner child within you may include singing along to your favourite tunes, but I'm also hearing a message to avoid conflict - don't go into situations heated and looking for arguments & if it is others not accepting you don't want to engage cut them off and take some time away from them for your own sanity. I would also advise against scrolling through social media or constantly watching content full of bad news or toxic drama. Please don't compare your life to perfect pictures online this is making you lose faith in yourself and your dreams. You're quite wonderful as you are and your inner child says they wouldn't change a thing! after all, no one but Mary Poppins can be perfect!

Oracle: Sir Norval & Elliot

Perhaps you are over due for an adventure somewhere quiet & far away from the noise and distraction of modern life. Somewhere that you can reconnect with nature and the joys of the simple every day. Put down your devices and go out there the next chance you get to fulfill the curiosity of your soul!

I hope the message you received from the child within was joyful and uplifting to you! Make sure to embrace each day with wonder and joy as that is how you can help begin the first steps to inner-child connection! For magic truly is everywhere is just depends on how you choose to view things.

-Love, Fae🔮🧚🏻‍♀

[agentgrange]

I tried to ask this in the Delta Green Reddit but it was extremely unhelpful! What do you think is the difference gameplay wise between Delta Green 2017 and Fall of Delta Green. Besides being different systems do you think there is a different style of play? What is stopping someone using Gumshoe for a modern day game and 2017 for a game set in 1969? Thanks!

I love this question, I'd actually love to do a full breakdown of these two editions someday the same way AlfaBusa broke down the different editions of World of Darkness. I actually wrote *so much* the first time I got this question my phone died while I was editing it down and I lost all of it. So here's my second attempt. Bare with me:

I prefer GUMSHOE, regardless of time period. A lot of my players though like the classic D100 system. I think that mostly comes down to chance and progression. Classic Delta Green actually rewards you for fucking around and testing fate by granting you one or two percentage points every time you fail a role. I can understand why it feels like it encourages you to take more risks and play outside your characters comfort zone, and unlike GUMSHOEs point spends there's no reason not to try something you're bad at every time. You aren't going to run out of spends, and baring an alien parasite feasting on your brain your skills can only go up. Sure, you might fumble so bad that you blew yourself up with a claymore but... at least it'll be funny, right?

To most people GUMSHOE / Fall of Delta Green is the much more grounded hardboiled version of the two. You aren't a bunch of cowboy murderhobos, you're professional murderers. Your character knows their strengths and weakness, and they're one of the best in the world at what they do. Skills aren't so much how probable a character is to succeed at a task but "what skill does your character use to succeed." They have a tool belt of experience to fall back on, and they really are that good. But while most investigations will never leave your character at zero spends left, I can understand why people don't like the idea that your character can theoretically just run out ideas and use up that tool belt or point progression being something given out by the Handler in between sessions rather than something that can be earned in the moment to moment gameplay. Broadly though, on the surface Fall of Delta Green agents seem much more buttoned up (and, dare I say, flat) than their roudy D100 siblings who act like they just fell ass-over-teakettle into a Mi Go hive. And for some people thats not as fun.

EXCEPT THEY ARE TOTALLY WRONG BECAUSE GUMSHOE CAN BECOME 🤡 CLOWNSHOES 🤡 WITH THIS ONE WEIRD TRICK.

The best addition to Fall of Delta Green is actually Nights Black Agents. Here's four things from Nights Black Agents you can add to FoDG to COMPLETELY change how you play the game, give it a tier one operator high speed low drag coat of paint for any era, and WELL OUTWEIGH the perceived benefits of d100 DG:

Preparedness and Bureaucracy Rework-- Preparedness alone in Fall of Delta Green is a game changer by answering the dilemma of "man every time I need a new gun I need to roleplay going to the Gun-Carry, Gun-Ross army-navy surplus store and counting out our petty cash fund to determine exactly how many bullets I have. What if I just had an Uzi under my jacket with enough ammo to wipe out this entire bowling alley?"... or you know boring shit like "man I wish I had a crowbar RIGHT NOW, hey DM do I have one?" NBA has optional rules to take the same rules that govern Preparedness and apply them to Bureaucracy. Instead of a numerical value of "how good am I at arguing with my parent agency about the collateral I need to requisition the communal AC130" you can instead skip the arguing and treat it like an elevated preparedness role. Your character works within the system offscreen to retroactively get access to privileges only afforded to members of your organization. Simply think "boy I wish we had gunship cover right now" and with an appropriate Bureaucracy roll your character already filed the mission paperwork three weeks ago. Your patron organization is only going to stick their neck out for you so many times though, so unlike other stats Bureaucracy doesn't replenish at the end of a mission. Your character will have to invest progression points into Bureaucracy if they want to keep dipping into it, and can expect to get shit-canned if it hits zero.

Network-- What if you need something done off the books? What if you really wish you had a guy who knows a guy who's willing to move an ungodly amount of Crank no questions asked, and you need them right now without having to consult your character's tragic backstory? Wonder no more, by letting Agents put points into Network they can create Brampton the Hells Angel Biker on the spot for all their black budget needs. Like Beurocracy, Network doesn't replenish on its own but players are allowed to keep the contacts they spend points on between missions to create a web of off-the-books contacts, informants, and assets.

Cover-- Did one of your Agents get caught in a C O M P R O M I S I N G position? No they didn't! With Cover, that State Trooper didn't stop Agent Yancy Grange. They stopped Rusty Sheckleford, beloved member of the Galveston Texas community with the IDs and paper trail to prove it! There's no limit to the amount of aliases you have, but like Bureaucracy and Network Cover doesn't replenish on its own. Once you hit zero your covers blown-- someone somewhere put the pieces together and any future attempts at using your alias will get you recognized.

Roleplay based skill feats like TECHNOTHRILLER MONOLOGUE-- NBA is filled with a ton of these and I encourage handlers to pick and chose which ones to offer to their players to dial in the exact level of pulp they want in their campaign setting, and Technothriller Monologue is my favorite. With a sufficiently high Firearms skill Agents can get the equivalent of an Action Surge by describing in Tom Clancy-esque detail exactly how they squeezed the trigger before canoe-ing a cultist so badly they blow out their brains through the back of their neck.

[awkwardchick87]

hi babes, may i request any three/four tokyorev characters of your choosing with an s/o who is like mha's tamaki? thank you in advance 🥰

My darling, anything for you!! a/n - How characters react to a s/o who is very shy and unsure of themselves.

Characters - Chifuyu, Ran, Mikey

c/w - Nothing. Just fluffy!

Chifuyu - Chifuyu never understood how you couldn't see yourself the way he sees you, but he would never judge you for it. Constantly reassuring you. He knows its just your personality. He wont let it hold you back though. He will always have your back and wont push you out of your comfort zone. He might gently nudge you toward the edges, but he wont outright push you into anything you do not want to do. He is also really good at reading your mood. If he can see you getting overwhelmed and uneasy, he is quick to get you out of whatever situation you are in and somewhere more comfortable.

Ran - Ran knows he is intimidating, so he thought it was his personality and size that caused you to be more introverted around him. It wasn't until after you were actually together, a feat on it own because of your shyness, that he realized it's just how you are. He adores you for it. He thinks the way you bury yourself into his chest or his side is just the cutest thing. It makes him feel like he is protecting you. Maybe its because he's always been the big brother, or the protector, but it makes him feel needed and wanted. His size and personality is also very good at keeping unwanted people away. No one will dare to come near you even if hes not around, or the wrath of the eldest Haitani will be on them.

Mikey - Mikey has 2 personalities. When he is with his gang and his friends, he is larger then life and charismatic. He can hold the attention of everyone in the room and never shy away, but outside of that, when its just the two of you, he is completely different. He knows you are shy, quiet and introverted, and he needs that in his life. He loves to hide away with you in your shared space. Mikey would want to help you out of your shell a little bit, only because he knows he wont always be around 100%, so he does try to teach you how to fight a little, thinking that will help. It usually ends with a fit of giggles and him trying to be annoyed, but he can't help but giggle with you.

[rouge-variant]

Is this a little self-indulgent? Maybe but who cares? It's a real thing and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so it's time I bring it out!

Levi and his S/O Who's Deeply Terrified of the Dark Headcanons:

At first, Levi thought you were joking. You fight Titans for a living, how could something like this make you so scared? He didn't believe you and as a result, he teased you.

It wasn't until he saw you lighting up his office with candles all over the place, while ensuring everything was put away and set for the night. The open window let in a breeze which blows out all of the candles and leaves you a trembling mess.

You seek out the window in comfort as it's now the only light source. Levi's just returning from cleaning the dishes from your late night tea party. He hears your whimpers upon opening the door and rushes over to you. Checking you over for injuries before pulling you against him, his hand rubbing circles on your back to help calm you down.

He questions what happened and you meekly respond, telling him how the wind blown out your candles. You brace yourself for the deep rumble of his chest while he chuckles and mocks you but it never came. Instead, he hums in acknowledgment and kisses your forehead. He apologized for the earlier teasing and promises there will be no more. He also promises that no one will know about you fear unless its absolutely necessary.

Since the incident, Levi's been more aware to your ticks and indicators of when you're feeling unsettled in a dark setting. Erwin and Hanji would be aware at this point too and they'll also keep an eye out for you.

No more night patrol for you. Except for when Levi invites you but you've now been excused from it. When he first told you about it, he said it like: "it's that or you're putting us all in more danger". Of course he immigrated corrects himself and tries again, this time you understand what he means

"I don't want you putting yourself in more danger, trying to do something that's way outside of your comfort zone. It's dangerous for you and for everyone" that was worded much better and you agreed.

If anyone dares try to make fun of you after they discovered your fear, they better run because Levi will go after them. He doesn't think less of you because of this, its completely fine. He can get shaken by the dark too, especially after nightmares, so he gets it. He's got you covered. After all, he needs to protect his light and make sure it keeps shining to keep the darkness of the world away.

[meme-queen-pumpkin]

RP Prompts - Musical Lyrics

To make this, I hit shuffle on my musical soundtracks playlist and took lyrics from each song that played. Starters under the cut since this may get long.

We Both Reached For The Gun (Chicago)

"When d'ya get here?"

"Don't remember"

"Then what happened"

"He stole my heart away!"

"Oh you poor dear"

"Why'd you shoot him?"

"Was he angry?"

"Did you fight him?"

"She knew that she was doing wrong"

"He came towards me, with a pistol!"

"Yet we both reached for the gun"

"It's perfectly understandable"

"Are you sorry?" "Are you kidding?"

What The World Needs (Ride The Cyclone)

"What the world needs is people like me! To keep it all spinning around!"

"No one's gonna keep me down!"

"These folks here, they just pump the gas"

"Fetch me coffee, shine my shoes"

"Some of us are winners, some are born to lose"

"Keep your head down and things will look up"

"This one here, he's raring to fail"

"Do we really need another zero?"

"What we really need is a futhermucking hero!"

"She's a freaky monster!"

"We need a little less of them, a little more of me!"

You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile (Annie)

"You both got your style. But brother you're never fully dressed without a smile"

"Who cares what they're wearing on main street?"

"So long for a while"

Ready Set - Reprise (Beetlejuice the musical)

"We're ghosts, damn it, let's...haunt this b**ch"

"Oblivion calls"

"I'm sure we can haunt our own halls"

"We're ready as we'll ever get"

"I gotta get right outside my comfort zone"

"Ready, set, let's go!"

There Are Worse Things I Could Do (Grease)

"There are worse things I could do"

"Make em think they stand a chance then refuse to see it through"

"That's a thing I'd never do"

"I could hurt someone like me...out of spite or jealousy"

"Throw my life away on a dream that won't come true"

"I don't steal and I don't lie"

"I can feel and I can cry"

"To cry in front of you...that's the worst thing I could do"

You Can't Stop The Beat (Hairspray)

"You can't stop an avalanche as it races down a hill"

"You can try to stop my dancing feet but I just cannot stay still"

"The world keeps spinning around and around"

"I was lost 'til I heard the drums and found my way"

"You can wonder if you wanna but I never ask why"

"You can't stop my happiness 'cause I like the way I am"

"If you don't like the way I look, well, I just don't give a damn"

"Yesterday is history"

No Reason (Beetlejuice the musical)

"The universe is more than just space with no end"

"You're on the right track, I got your back!"

"Think positive!"

"Time to take command, you dictate the hand the universe deals"

"Science makes no sense"

"Everything happens for a reason"

"Be a beacon of light in the world"

"Gee...I hate to break it to you"

"The universe is just the contents of time, matter and space"

"The Earth's a small place where good people die"

"The Pacific Islands are sinking but negative thinking is hardly the cause"

"Sounds like terrible things can happen because the universe is random"

Be Safe, Be Good (Ride The Cyclone cut song)

"I planned to stick around and stay alive"

"To my parents I would listen and obey"

"Be safe, they said, be good."

"Things don't happen quite the way they should"

"I tried my best to toe the line"

"You can cross your Ts and dot your I's but steady yourself for the big surprise"

"Sooner or later you'll realise...its not fair"

"All you can do is buckle in and hang on for the ride"

Not While I'm Around (Sweeney Todd)

"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you"

"What you talking about?"

"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around"

"I'll send 'em howling. I don't care. I got ways."

"No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare!"

"Others can desert you, not to worry. Whistle. I'll be there."

"I may not be smart but I ain't dumb"

"Not to worry!"

"Being close and being clever ain't like being true"

"I will never hide a thing from you...like some..."

[gourdkeeper]

I saw you were taking requests and the jamie x reader tag is empty af 😳👉👈 also saw the foot post and uh well, how about reader asking jamie to engage in any sort of foot play? If you're ok with it ofc ofc!!

Anon I have no idea how to write this, however I was stuck in a plane for awhile so I did it anyway lmao I hope it's any good at all

Gender neutral reader confesses about foot fetish

18+

Jamie is a bit taken aback.

He never even really considered feet to be sexual until now. Sure he knew some people like it but it just doesn't cross his mind until you've brought it up.

You were anxious over confessing about it let alone asking him to use them during sex.

"I mean? Sure? I don't really know what to do with them though?" He scratches the back of his head. He had no qualms with making you happy and feel good, he's just a bit clueless.

You're a blushing mess, stuttering even and he holds your hand telling you that it's alright.

You collect yourself a bit and explain that you'd really love it that next time he takes the lead he'd make you worship them, lick them, kiss them, massage them and so on.

"Look, for you? My disciple and love of my life? I'll give it a try, 'k?" He has a kind smile displayed on his lips and it comforts you a lot.

It means the world to you that he's so kind and willing to try things outside of his comfort zone just to make you happy.

---

A week has passed and you're just finishing a work out together in his little home gym, you're both sweaty and worked up. Him barechested with sweat droplets running down his sculpted torso. Seeing each other that way leaves you both pent up and one thing leads to another, like always.

He pulls you to him while he's sitting at the bench, kissing you deep and rough, guiding your head with his hand and you instinctively start climbing over to him only for him to push you down with a gentle kick.

"What's this?" You ask with a cocked eyebrow.

"This," he puts his shoe under your chin tilting it up to him "is me giving you what you wanted so badly..."

"Oh..!" You didn't expect him to act on it, at least not so early but your heart picks up the pace immediately.

"Why don't you take my shoes off hm?"

You waste no time and start undoing the laces eagerly.

He kicks very lightly again and clicks his tongue. "Kiss them first." He has a mischiveous look in his eyes as he looks down on you from the bridge of his nose, legs crossed over.

You happily oblige, planting a kiss on the top of each sneaker before cautiously taking them off.

You massage the heel and ball of each foot and plant more kisses before peeling off each sweaty sock.

He hums in approval.

"Show me what it is you'd like..."

He pushes his foot into your face, toes rubbing at your nose before dragging down your mouth.

You take a hold of it and dare to lick his sole all the way from the middle to the big toe and take it in your mouth and then go back once more to kiss it.

He keeps his holier-than-thou expression on his face while staring you down. It's making matters more complicated for sure.

"I'm glad you know your place." His exclaims with a chuckle, once more pushing his foot on your face, this time more forceful. "Do you like that?" He checks in on you but you don't need to answer with the way you're eagerly rubbing his feet, kissing them and borderline moaning over them.

He's getting quite the kick out of it too, seeing you this way, fold over a simple foot of his.

"I think I should make you worship me more often, my disciple~"

[michelleelizabethtanner]

🌿how does creating make you feel? and 💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! please

You’re so sweet. Ty for your ask! 💕

🌿how does creating make you feel?

The fic writing experience has been so much fun for me. I’m generally a slapstick kinda person and don’t so much “create” as do bits that are amusing mostly just to me. So trying creative writing for the sake of getting a story out of my head and into the universe has been an incredibly rewarding experience that took me outside my comfort zone. I feel like it’s catharsis and therapy, it’s both personal and social, it’s a process that has brought me so much joy! Before Rough Night I’ve never made anything before. I certainly have never dared to write for fun and for pleasure in a structured way that was intended to share with others. It’s kinda like a drug sometimes. That mania of the idea rattling around. They spend weeks (or months or years) living in just my head and I’ve learned that the process of creating something tangible out of those ideas makes an end-result that wasn’t at all what it started as. My absolute favorite is getting to write my pet headcanon. Those scenes that seem so important in my mind’s eye. The scenes I would have liked to see acted out. Writing those is really scary because they’re like my little babies and I never quite feel like I’ve written it the way I initially saw it. But sometimes the end result ends up better. So I guess TL;DR, writing makes me feel happy and fulfilled, sometimes frustrated and sometimes insecure, but in the end it’s always been worth the process.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Well, right now I’m working on something I intend(ed) to be very small (and it will be.) Brio in a snow storm stuck in a motel room. What could be more fun than that, right? Shared hotel is such a fun trope. It’s so warm and vulnerable, inevitably candid. My favorite ways to experience Brio (besides angsty.) The story isn’t really much of anything – like, they don’t really DO anything – but I’m kind of excited about the subtleties that are coming through and the way it’s turning out. I was going to just make a sex scene for the sake of a sex scene and be done with the whole thing. But it’s becoming a little more involved for me. Their insecurities and their weaknesses, I think, are coming through. And hopefully the humor and humanity behind them! There will be two distinctly different (hopefully!) sex scenes, intended to parallel their sex scenes in season 2. One fast and in the dark (literally), where they don’t share much of themselves and maybe don’t feel so great about themselves after. And a second more open, more vulnerable scene (it isn’t written yet) that’s intended to mirror 2.09 and be a bit of a fix-it for the hurt there. I’m hoping to represent the larger structure of their relationship. That ebb and flow of their impossible yet inevitable connection. The coming together despite themselves, the opening up even if it’s painful, and then the drift back to the realization of the impossibility of their situation and a pulling apart. Anyway, that’s the idea at least. What ends up actually happening with it is a whole other story. 😁

[azure-cherie]

my darling, words can not explain how much grateful i am for you. please do forgive me of the late feedback! it has been a busy week, so i wasnt able to write back feedback as fast as i'd like to be. howver, here i am to give you one!

also! forgive me if the ask was confusing you!! i feel really bad about it. just show how amazing you are, even from my part was confusing, you still able to give me an insightful reading.

ofc, i am using your reading as a guidance and not making decision solely based on the reading, but let me tell you you gave me a REALLY precious guidance.

of the things that you told me, i will consider the possibilities. the reading gave me some reassurance.

from the public uni reading, boost my confidence tbh! as i said, its more competitive therefore i need to work hard for it. with the reading it gives a lift of spirit to try my hardest. i wouldnt think i would dare to dream at first, but it has changed now as i am working towards getting accepted in public university now. who doesnt want to be loved right?

for the private reading you be like "i know something you dont" haha. thank you for not getting into details as i think you were trying to protect me (or it's just me being overly confidence haha). the reading was not expected, but i think its the part of the reading that made me so grateful. you told me about the possibilities that i didnt think to put into account. honestly after doing some private uni's tour, i always get bad feelings after.

the reading told me the possibilities i never thought would happened. like being loved in public uni (as from the start my self doubt always convinced me that i would be an outsider, making that conclusions based on my pessimistic self), or the bad energy fro the private uni (i always thought it would give me all rainbows just due to it being in my comfort zone, something im used to for my whole life)

so once again, thank you!!! seriously thank you so much. i really appreciate you ♡ i didnt think i would one of the people that get advice from you, you even offered at the perfect timing when i needed some help weighing the two options. i feel like its fated, there must be something that i needed to know, and you were the one being the messager. so once again thank you. may you be blessed with nothing but good things in life 💐💌

lots of love,

eileen ♡

Hey 👋 , first of all thank you so much for such a long feedback it makes me so happy really 😭❤️, I wish wherever life takes you private or public , you thrive and feel better , you're a beautiful soul and I wish allll the beauty for you . About fate maybe yes

Love of love to you too kiss kiss 😘