#oh and i would die for gemini

[keeps-ache]

updated my phone and they changed Multiple things about how my phone was setup and i can't find any way to change it back. likely one of the smaller reasons i've considered violence but a reason nontheless

[jaeminvore]

BLUR. | N.JM (M)

SYNOPSIS: Waking up to the sunlight blazing onto your face and hungover was one thing. Waking up to the sunlight blazing onto your face, hungover and in a bed that wasn’t your own in nothing but a pair of sweatpants that were obviously not yours, was another and a punishment specifically made for you—your own personal hell.

CONTENT WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. dub-con, Jaemin’s a freak and a little fucked in the head, afab!reader, (ex)boyfriend’s best friend, sex under the influence of alcohol, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), sex-tapes, nudes (but make it artsy), face/throat-fucking, dirty-talk, mild possessiveness, mild obsession, smidge of fluff surprisingly, voyeurism and exhibitionism (kinda?), open-ended.

WORD COUNT: 7.5K

note: first of all, happy birthday to one of my favorite leos, Jaemin 💖 idk how many times i’ve looped the song but i think it was enough for me to come up with a fic inspired by it 💀 originally, this was supposed to be posted sooner but hey! Better late than never! Heed the warnings i beg if you don’t like the sound of this then please, you are absolutely free to click off! Other than that, please enjoy the filth ~

“You’re every single thing that I deserve. Maybe that’s too boring. ‘Cause I might say some thing you’ve never heard. Like I did last night, what a blur.” — Blur by Lolo Zouaï

You

hyuck

oh my fucking god HYUCK

WAKE UP

haechan

ugh woman WHA T

You

HELP

haechan

?? are you dying

wait where did you even go last night?

i didnt see u anywhere after like

well i dont remember

You

home

haechan

.

ok how tf am i gonna help with that

You

but its not MY home

and im pretty sure i slept with whoever took me here

haechan

😟

i’ll be at ur place

“Jesus—the guy try to eat you or something?”

You winced, covering the marks left by whoever fucking psycho thought they were a vampire.

Seriously, was all that really necessary? Leaving obvious bite marks and bruises to the point it looked like an animal attempted to maul you beyond recognition? Anyone with a functioning brain would obviously veto that idea in a heartbeat. Anyone with a modicum of chivalry could have stopped themselves from making your neck look like it did.

You were a contributing member to society and the thought of facing endless questions about your otherwise wild night out, at work of all places, was mortifying enough as it is. You had places to be. You had people to meet. 

One of those ‘people you had to meet’ happened to be Donghyuck. A constant presence in your day-to-day life and was essentially your best friend. Your ride or die. There should be some bias for one another when it comes to this friendship built from finding each other in bathrooms of college parties with either one’s head stuck in the toilet bowl.

You’ve literally seen each other at your worst, but Donghyuck was a Gemini first through and through. You weren’t one to succumb to the belief of stereotypes, yet Donghyuck proudly wore being two-faced like a badge of honor. He was your best friend, but he was also your worst enemy and never would he miss the opportunity in making you squirm underneath the palpable judgment swimming side-by-side with the curiosity alight in his eyes.

“Does it look that bad?” you asked quietly, just as curious, but leaning more towards your own reassurance.

The loud, grating laughter he let spill past his lips was enough to tell you that, yeah, it’s pretty gnarly and the likelihood of you getting some weird looks was at a moderate high.

“All I’m saying is—” he said then cleared his throat, “—is you’re gonna have to like, use half a tube of your best concealer.” he jeered, taking his time to assess the damage with an amused twitch of his lips before picking up the remote.

Case in point.

Although Donghyuck spoke the truth and nothing but the truth, that didn’t stop you from flicking his ear in retaliation as the last thing you wanted to ruin your mood was Donghyuck’s super helpful (read: useless) input. As if he was any better. You couldn’t count the number of times he found himself in ‘sticky’ situations that even the most promiscuous of people would cover their mouths, scandalized at the many many recounts of (questionable) conquests of getting his dick wet as many times as he could.

(That’s not to say you were completely innocent. Your sexual appetite was at a healthy mid to high. Donghyuck was just shameless. You, on the other hand, were not).

The wounded noise from Donghyuck went ignored as you stood up, stretched your arms up high and headed to the kitchen to get something into your empty stomach.

Waking up to the sunlight blazing onto your face and hungover was one thing.

Waking up to the sunlight blazing onto your face, hungover and in a bed that wasn’t your own in nothing but a pair of sweatpants that were obviously not yours, was another and a punishment specifically made for you—your own personal hell. A thing to note was the sweatpants were from a brand that you haven’t even heard of. Ever. Either this guy’s a fashion snob, or he’s filthy fucking rich, though something in you persisted that he was probably the latter.

No. Scratch that. It’s a hundred percent the latter.

You’ve been here before. Sober during those very few times, to be frank, and you desperately wished that you didn’t know who lived in this pretentiously decorated bachelor’s pad.

You thought waking up in a stranger’s bed was bad? Try waking up in your ex-boyfriend’s best friend’s bed with no recollection of what happened last night. Trying to remember was proven useless when the memories were all but blurry, flashing images you couldn’t for the life of you sharpen with the power of your mind—that was still recovering from the hangover—alone.

It really wasn’t the best morning. It was arguably one of the worst.

Seeing one of his cats perched on top of the highest point of the cat tower in the far corner of the bedroom was already a bad omen in and of itself, slanted eyes locked on your every move and she (you had a faint idea that this was one of his girls) even followed you to the bathroom! Which, okay, wasn’t that awful considering she hadn’t meowed or hissed at you in warning (yet).

All the cat did was hop onto the marble counter of Jaemin’s bathroom, sat back primly and watched you get rid of the accumulated grime on your face before going crazy with the array of skincare the man had out in the open. It was really his fault for leaving you unattended.

Speaking of Jaemin, he was nowhere to be found.

There were no signs of him even as you padded into the wide expanse of the living area. No signs of life in the kitchen either aside from the two other cats Jaemin had in his care and strangely enough, they too didn’t seem to be alarmed by your presence. You’ve only been here a few times with your then boyfriend, Jeno. Played with them a little too. Maybe the cats had sharper memories than you gave them credit for.

All of that aside, Jaemin’s absence was a huge relief on your part. Being drunk five margaritas in around him was embarrassing though still salvageable by a brief but genuine apology. Conversing with him was rare, sure, but the few conversations with him were adequate for you to lump him with one of the good ones.

Yet.

Yet.

This—being in your ex-boyfriend’s best friend’s fucking apartment of all places—felt like there was more to what you initially thought could have happened that made you stay the night.

It’s been so long since you’ve last seen your ex, much less Jaemin, as he wasn’t exactly one to go out as often, but your alcohol-addled brain had momentarily lost its grasp on the supposed built-in survival instinct that you let yourself get whisked away by him. 

Possibly let him have his way with you (in your drunken haze) as you thought back to the mild soreness in between your legs.

Whatever the possibilities were, you had no luxury to narrow them down right now. Not when you had bigger problems.

You had to get out of here. Fast.

“Holy shit.”

Was what you heard the very second the grilled cheese and bacon sandwich you planned on sharing was placed on the plate.

At first, you didn’t think much of Donghyuck’s exclamation. Dramatics were his thing and you were used to being subjected to them so often that you barely blinked when Donghyuck followed it up with a sharp gasp. You were just about to write it off as ‘none of your business’—unlike Donghyuck who made sure to make his business everyone else’s—when what he said next made you pause.

“Y/N, you have got to see this.”

Now adding you to the mix got your attention. Picking up the urgent yet intrigued intonation from Donghyuck’s demand was enough to put brunch on the back burner as you rushed back to the small living area. The TV was put on mute. It was the first detail you noticed before pinning your gaze onto your best friend still on the couch and you immediately knew something was wrong with the way his shoulders almost touched his ears from sitting too stiffly.

Donghyuck had your phone in his hand when you sat down beside him which wasn't exactly new to you. He somehow figured out your pass-code (“it was your birth date,” Donghyuck clarified. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out. What do you have against Face ID anyway?”) and you couldn’t find the energy to change it. It wasn't like you had anything to hide. You lived a pretty uneventful life, completely juxtaposing with whatever he had going on at his end, so you didn’t really mind the nosiness.

One look at his face, however, made you reconsider the leniency towards your privacy.

Donghyuck had this innate talent of pissing off people by his many facial expressions alone. He looked like the cat that ate the canary; probably planning on swallowing it down with cream to egg you on further and you just know whatever he had to say—or show in this case—was bound to raise your blood pressure to new heights.

“What,” it was meant to be a question, and the annoyance that managed to creep into the mono-syllable was amusing enough to Donghyuck that the annoying grin grew into almost splitting his face in half.

You rolled your eyes so hard that you wondered why you weren’t stuck staring at your brain from how often you did this at his expense. “Seriously, what?”

Donghyuck silently handed your phone over, still looking like the devil’s incarnate that it was almost an eerie resemblance, yet you still humored him.

You soon found that there was no humor in this situation.

All the budding annoyance had come to a screeching halt the moment your phone found its rightful home in your grasp.

From your abysmal screen-time, you should be used to its lightness, yet the device felt heavier than it should. It was like having the weight of the world in your palms and what’s worse, you could feel your blood running cold in real time as you peered down at the small screen leering right back at you, taunting you.

What greeted you was the opened camera roll that somehow accumulated pictures upon pictures of you stripped down to your most promiscuous state of undress. The sight was daunting to say the least that some crazed part of you thought your phone had become sentient; goading you with each flick of your thumb to scroll through them, further stripping you of your modesty. As if it was a digital flip book of yourself, illustrating you and one of you rare conquests of hunting down warm body to fuck around with.

The sheer amount of them was almost laughable, just imagining the person on the other side of the lens doing their absolute damnedest in making sure no small detail was out of place; that you came out debauched, yet still gorgeous enough to overlook the depravity of their nature.

You weren’t sure if this could be compared to nudes. Not when there were some traces of artistry behind each photo that if you were less than sane, you would have your thanks at the ready for making the vision—whatever it was—come alive with an iPhone camera.

There was a joke begging to be voiced out somewhere. A joke your best friend would immensely appreciate knowing it was centered around you and your bad decisions, however, that thought was quickly forgotten when something else caught your eye.

A video. Videos, you’ve come to find out as you scrolled further. Almost never ending with the amount that it was overwhelming compared to that of the photos lacking depth and movement.

The state of the thumbnails didn’t help ease the heavy feeling in your gut either.

Each and every single one of them could very well belong on the number of porn platforms you were vaguely aware of. They left nothing to the imagination where you could just tell what obscenities you—namely drunk you—were up to despite having no recollection of this ever happening. Just how much alcohol did you let in your system that you blacked out the entire night? This was one of the many mysteries that will continue to haunt you unless you get some clarity soon.

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t the least bit curious of your own drunken thought process (you were still processing what you were seeing, actually) and it was obvious your best friend was just as curious, impatiently so that he snatched your phone back, chose one form the myriad of video clips and pressed play, all under a second or two.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Donghyuck earned an elbow to his side for his haste, but all he did was shush you and moved the phone closer for a better view. As if an almost seven-inch screen could grant a cinematic experience, but you’ll take what you could get.

“There you go.”

And there you go, body locking up the moment the awfully familiar, deep and roughened voice came out of the phone’s speakers.

A simple sentence spoken with a cadence so sluggish that you had to fight hard to remind yourself that he didn’t always sound like he was forcing you to unravel with his words alone. Jaemin just had this peculiar habit of putting half the effort into enunciating his words almost to the point where he sounded lazy and you assumed it was the alcohol that made this habit of his more pronounced than ever.

The alcohol turned him into someone, hell, some otherworldly being that the more you heard him speak, the likelihood of a blood vessel popping due to how wound up you’ve progressively become was at a high. It was downright ridiculous how instantaneous the effect was, and what followed would soon have you internally begging to be smite by God himself.

“It took you three tries to swallow me down without gagging.” Though you couldn’t see him, there was, no doubt, a smile on his face, listening to his delivery alone. All sharp and condescending that you couldn’t help but wince at the immediate reboot of your brain where you could vividly imagine the scrape of his teeth along your throat—specifically the places bruised with the indents; marks of his canines being the most prominent.

At least you got to confirm just who the ‘wild animal’ was behind the damage to your neck, yet you still couldn’t map the exact thought process justifying Jaemin’s carelessness.

“You’re that eager to please, aren’t you?”

Jaemin sounded like he was demanding an immediate answer, but there was just one problem.

He wasn’t going to get anything from you. How can he when his cock restricted you from talking? The most he was going to get was a series of garbled noises, just like the wet squelches from fucking into your mouth.

“Of course you are. I can see why Jeno kept you around for as long as he could.” Jaemin chuckled, moving his hand from where it previously rested on top of your head to cup your jaw. “Feeling full, huh?” and you could hear how smug he was, laughing quietly when all you could do was whine when his fingers tightened their grip on your bulging cheeks, no doubt wanting the wet heat of your mouth to squeeze around his dick tighter, or feel how imposing his size was for the sake of his ego.

“I could barely fit in your mouth a moment ago,” the groan he let out was deep from within his chest, guttural as if he was fighting to keep himself controlled while bullying himself deeper into your willing (?) throat until you gagged around his girth, shaky hands scrambling to find purchase on his thighs as if to keep yourself grounded. “Now here you are, taking it like it’s nothing. Like you were made for this. All you needed was a little push, didn’t you, baby?”

It took real talent to come off as an asshole through voice alone, and Jaemin was nothing short of talented. He really did fit the narrative. It’s always the ones with the (admittedly) pretty faces that have something to hide under the false pretense of pleasantry, and it just so happened that the ‘thing’ Jaemin wanted to keep under wraps was how much of a scheming freak he actually was.

Back then, you were just part of the majority who was ignorant to what lies underneath. Now here you are, experiencing Jaemin’s depraved fantasies first hand.

You should have known. The signs were quite literally there with the way he looked at you all night before you were consumed by the effects of alcohol. Even in the sea of people crowding the club, you‘ve managed to catch the intensity swirling in the darkness of his eyes stuck on you no matter where you ended up.

Jaemin was there. In the corners. In the shadows. Jaemin was everywhere. Watching and waiting to strike.

That thought alone should have been enough to unsettle you right to your very core, yet all it did was raise questions. Tons of them, considering this had been going on before you even got together with your then boyfriend, Jeno. You had thought that perhaps Jaemin had harbored some type of protectiveness over you seeing you got to know him first, but your prior naivety didn’t let you think much on it further. Not when you were swept up by the sweeter than sweet smiles and soon entranced by a pair of eyes that put the winking moon to shame.

Nevertheless Jaemin still kept a watchful eye, bid his time carefully and now that his best friend was out of the picture, perhaps it was the perfect time to strike.

And that he did, leaving the photos and videos behind in his wake.

“Jaemin?” Donghyuck hissed, completely ignoring the obscene noises blasting from your phone on full volume because apparently he wasn’t immersed enough with it half-way up. Where your apartment provided decent acoustics to amplify the sound. “Jaemin Na? Your ex's best friend? That Jaemin?”

You held your face in shame and groaned, trying to make it seem like you weren’t the least bit affected by Jaemin’s own mix of pleasured sounds going hand-in-hand with your muffled desperation. “Say ‘Jaemin’ one more time and I’ll punch you in the throat.” Your face was hot to the touch and you didn’t want to know just what you looked like to Donghyuck.

The memory of last night was faint, yes, but it did overwhelm you all the same to the point where you were starting to tear up from sheer embarrassment.

Donghyuck, ever so keen, caught the sign of distress and composed himself. “You were with Jaemin last night?” He asked, whispering.

“Oh, I don’t know,” you answered, sarcasm weighing heavily on each syllable as you aimed your grimace towards the video still playing (seriously, how long was it?). “Is that just my face deep-faked onto some poor random girl? You tell me.”

His pleased expression twisted at the snark, lips parting to refute you with the same vitriol until a rather loud, impossibly hard to ignore moan tore through the impending tension.

Both of you looked down just in time for Jaemin to pull out of your abused mouth with a wet, disgusting sound and lord, not only did he have an impressive size, his dick was pretty too. Pretty in a way it shouldn’t be, but it’s like Jaemin was solely born to go against what one should expect in men and their anatomy, which wasn’t much to begin with, let’s be real. Guess the universe did have its favorites and what misfortune it was that it had to be you stuck with one of them. Literally.

It was like a sick punishment pushed onto you, being faced with the harsh truth of Jaemin having his reasons backed up and giving him free reign to act and talk like he was the shit. His hands were just as big as everything about him from his stature to his personality. Made it seem like his cock was nothing to gawk at until you—you in the video—shuffled closer, having it stand ramrod straight right in front of your face.

As if the Jaemin in the video heard you, he laughed as he brought the camera closer to his cock and your face in tandem. You could tell he was getting close, the labored breaths and jostling of the footage were obvious signs amidst the borderline frantic strokes.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he grunted, tapping your puffy lips with his cockhead. “and stick your tongue out for me, will you—yeah. That’s good. Perfect. You’re perfect—fuck!” 

Thick ropes of pearly white painted your face as Jaemin let out a loud, drawn-out moan, forcing more out with rough strokes and most of it shooting into your awaiting mouth. You kept your eyes open for the entirety of it in spite of the obscene amount of cum dripping from your cheeks, nose and even an eyebrow. In fact, there was so much of it that even Donghyuck voiced his own astonishment right when you swallowed, only to pry your lips open once more and leave Jaemin to milk himself until the very last drop, not letting any of it go to waste.

It seemed you did good with the forethought, Jaemin making his appreciation known with a soft coo as if he wasn’t spouting filth while you were literally gagging for it.

God, you looked absolutely destroyed.

And eerily enough, sex-tape!Jaemin finished off the thought with a breathy, “you’ve never looked better.”

Inky tear-tracks of your mascara marred what was once the smoothed canvas of your face. You took much care in making sure your makeup was almost flawless and it was a shame that Jaemin thought the complete opposite and decided that smearing your lipstick along your mouth with a gross mix of your spit, tears and his cum was much more entertaining—as if this was all just a sick game to him; a game of how long would it take to strip you off of your dignity by making a mess out of you. Twice.

“Fuck. You look…” Jaemin trailed off as he held you by the jaw, damp skin easily caving underneath his fingertips to keep you in place and took his time to admire his masterpiece. It was deceptively tender, the way he went about tilting your head from side-to-side that just as you thought this was where the humiliation ended, realizing the extent of what you had done last night, the debauched version of you decided to speak.

“How—how do I look?” You slurred. Round, glazed up eyes peering up in earnest and that was all it took for Jaemin to let your phone tumble from his grasp in favor of hauling you up. The footage was all sorts of skewed, but by some odd law of physics involved, it made sure to show how Jaemin went in for a kiss that was all sorts of messy and heated, not minding the fact that he could taste himself with every push of your tongue against his.

He pulled back just for a moment, letting out a breathy chuckle and the last thing you heard before the video saw its end was a hoarse, “beautiful. Gorgeous. Unreal. Mine,” before it stopped and jumped back to show its thumbnail.

You let the both of you marinate in the silence that followed afterwards, with you gathering your wits as your worst half gently placed your phone down onto the coffee table.

“Oh my god.” you settled on saying, completely mortified.

“Oh my god.” Donghyuck repeated, sounding all too gleeful.

It almost looked like Donghyuck was impressed with what happened in the past five minutes when you slowly turned to face each other. “Wow,” he drawled, immediately raising your hackles at the god-awful sight of his self-righteous smirk. “and I thought I was the slut between us two.”

“Oh, you still are,” you bit back, not letting him get the upper-hand. “Three people in one night? I’m surprised your dick’s still attached to you.” or that he didn’t contract an STD for that matter, but small miracles could be given to anyone, you supposed. Even to a menace.

“You know what they say, the ‘s’ in slut stands for ‘safe’!”

“Literally no one has said that.”

“I literally just did.”

You dead-panned. “Get out.”

“You’re so boring,” he whined, getting up to head to the kitchen to probably gobble up the grilled sandwich you had made. “Well,” the muffled continuation said just as much. “maybe not since you fucked your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Who would have thought you’d let Jaemin hit?”

You whirled around to glower at him, half for eating what was yours and half at his disguised jeering. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Y/N, I’m a dude,” he said slowly, like you were stupid. Maybe you were. “We can tell when a guy is interested.”

“You think Jaemin’s into me?”

Donghyuck’s initial reaction was to arch an eyebrow as he paused mid-chew, again, as if he could not believe you were this slow on the up-take. It was starting to piss you off, honestly, that he knew something you didn’t and was just waiting for you to piece everything together.

“You couldn’t tell?” He only gets an unimpressed stare to get on with it which he shrugged at. “Nevermind, you were too busy making googoo eyes at Jeno to pay attention. That worked at least, ‘cause soon enough, you were hanging off of his arm.”

You huffed, conceding with a roll of your eyes. “Fine. You got me there.”

Donghyuck scoffed, “‘course I do. Seriously though, we thought that you’d end up with Jaemin. He’s usually straight-forward with things like this, but since Jeno was there… well, y’know, bro-code or whatever the fuck.” He took a generous bite from the sandwich before placing it back down on the plate and dusting his hands from the crumbs. “Thing is though, he never really stopped looking at you? I’m sure you know how shameless he is with staring.”

Knew? You’ve caught him staring a handful times in the past and his shamelessness knew no bounds either. Not once did Jaemin appear remotely embarrassed meeting your eyes as he would smile each time, hold the eye contact for longer than what you would deem appropriate before moving his eyes elsewhere, and you knew that in no time, his gaze would be burning holes into your back again.

You’ve grown used to it anyway. It was strange, yes, but Jaemin never really did anything beyond what could make you uncomfortable. Even Jeno laughed it off when it was casually brought up during your past conversations, not really bothered by his best friend’s odd quirk.

“I can’t blame him,” you remembered him saying. “You’re really beautiful. I’d probably consider looking at you as one of my favorite past-times.” and safe to say, you did appreciate the comment, and Jeno definitely appreciated the soul-sucking blowjob you gave him if the strings of praises tangled with the ‘I love you’s’ were anything to go by.

None of that was relayed to Donghyuck though. Your knowledge on the matter wasn’t his business, nor did you think it was that of a big deal. So what if your ex-boyfriend’s best friend liked to keep his eyes on you? That didn’t mean anything. Just like what happened last night didn’t mean anything. It didn't have to mean anything.

It was a one-time thing and you were certain that it’ll take the Earth’s revolution around the sun to see him again. Perhaps never, if you played your cards right.

And watching your own sex-tape (accidental, or not) with Donghyuck won’t happen ever again when you made the mistake of trailing your eyes downwards.

You were very far from impressed, scowling at him. “I can see your dick through your pants, Hyuck. You’re gross.”

He at least had the decency to appear sheepish from you pointing out his body’s reaction. “Oh don’t like you weren’t the least bit turned on from that too.”

You flipped him off with both hands, face burning. 

Donghyuck cackled and then waved you over to finish half of the sandwich.

Clearly, there was something in you that refused to see the bigger picture.

You couldn’t help it. You weren’t exactly one to get swept up in the assumptions made by you or the other people in your life that had their rare times of indulging the delusions that came hand-in-hand with them. And that’s all they were. Harmless assumptions and delusions that would be forgotten by the end of the day. Sooner, if you could help it.

So why were you sitting in the middle of your bed, obsessively scrolling through the videos taken from last night?

Perhaps you could blame it all on the insatiable curiosity that never really left even as Donghyuck said his farewell an hour or so ago.

Jaemin’s motive for filming last night’s drunken rendezvous was still—is still—no doubt, a mystery. Starting from why did he use your phone? It would have made much more sense if he used his. There was the possibility that it might have been his phone and had the forethought of airdropping everything to you for reasons unknown, but with a quick check of the details, nope. It was yours. Jaemin’s phone model was the newest one on the market, while yours was at least two years due for an upgrade, pretty much debunking your theory.

Which landed you in this position, looking through your camera roll for any hints that could shed light on his possible motives. Anyone who would find themselves in this dilemma had every reason to be angry. It was normal to feel outraged going through what you did last night and you could only pray to whatever higher being was up there that no one else knew what went on and if Jaemin had his own duplicates.

But—well. Anger was far from what fueled all this. Confusion more like and it only grew when you skimmed through the videos until one caught your eye.

This time, it was you holding the phone, your grasp being significantly shakier, but Jaemin didn’t mind. Not when he was rather preoccupied with his head stuck in between your quivering thighs, eating you out to his heart’s content. No, really. It was like he made it his life’s mission to give you the best head of your life with the way you were letting out a cacophony of pleasured sounds to which Jaemin looked particularly proud off, evident with the way he was leering at you through the screen.

Jaemin had always come off as intimidating with his looks alone; a soft but angular face with strong eyebrows framing the dark pits of his eyes and a smile full of perfect white teeth so wicked it could even put the devil to shame if he tried harder. It was common to be put-off by his intensity at first. He had always sought out to give off a strong impression, but it wouldn’t be long before he opened up, gracing everyone with the sweet side of him.

And sweet he was, with the way he was looking at you with the mess of saliva and your wetness coating his lips and chin. Even the tip of nose was dripping of it, yet you thought he was absolutely breathtaking that the dazzling smile did nothing but make him so much more.

They say that eyes are the window to the soul. That you can guess what was going through someone’s head if you dare peer into them longer. It was purely for the sake of uncovering answers on your part, but you weren’t sure if that was what you were searching for anymore.

He was doing unspeakable things to you, yes. That much was apparent with his mindless slurping and the pleased moans reverberating when you so much as tugged at his hair, or squeezed his head with your thighs. It’s like he was getting off from you getting off and it was all sorts of filthy when a dollop of his spit caught onto your clit just for the sake of it.

But his eyes were telling the complete opposite of his ministrations. Dark as they were, they held something soft in them. Gentle. Tender—dare you say it, enamored. Completely taken by how you were blatantly using him, rutting against that sinful tongue while simultaneously fucking yourself onto his thick fingers as he did the absolute most to match the desperate pace you were setting to chase your release.

The soft spoken praises fell so easily from his mouth. Slickened lips covering your inner thighs with kisses and gentle, teasing nips as he spoke sweet-nothings that were no less still filthy, yet his eyes still remained the same. Darkened even more with his blown out pupils, but the softness remained swimming in those endless pits of coffee brown sweeter than its bitter aftertaste; warm when Jaemin graced you with a lipped smile.

Even as Jaemin had you face down and ass up, the warm glow in his gaze stayed. Hips slammed into you with reckless abandon that with each push, you hiked higher and higher up his sheets that you had to hold onto his headboard to keep yourself in place. You assumed the phone was placed somewhere on his end table for the clear view, or else you wouldn’t be able to see the warmth light up his face too.

It’s truly a wonder how you were able to witness how easy his emotions took over his features. More so when he took it upon himself to manhandle you on your back, then did you see how easily Jaemin shed that hardass exterior of his.

That didn’t mean he had let up though, oh no. He was still rough with his treatment as you watched his hand come down onto your thigh with a loud smack before pushing at the back of your knees and until your thighs were pressed against your chest to fuck you deeper, harder, now that he raised one leg to get more leverage.

Jaemin graced you with a cruel smirk when you cried out from a pointed jerk of his hips. “Imagine how fucking pissed I was when Jeno snatched you up before I did.” That was news to you and it was more shocking that the man admitted it himself just as you were about to piece things together. “I saw you first. I befriended you first—fuck, I thought I made it obvious that I wanted you.” You could only let out a helpless mewl when he slowed down to scowl at you. “We’re friends, right?”

When you didn’t answer right away, a hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “Answer me, sweetheart. While I’m still nice enough to give you what you want.”

“Yes,” you sobbed, holding onto his wrist and you were exactly sure if drunk you wanted to keep it there or not. “We’re friends.”

Jaemin smiled something mean, “then how come I was the last to know that you chose Jeno over me?”

“I didn’t know—“

“You didn’t know? I’ve—” he cuts himself off with an incredulous laugh. “Right, how silly of me. You were too busy giving Jeno your attention.” Jaemin leaned in closer. “Maybe I should send this to him,” he mused, gesturing towards the phone with his head. “How’s that sound?” And humiliate yourself even further? You would rather die a painless death.

“No! Please no!” You could see yourself struggle, yet Jaemin with his sheer size and strength had no problem in keeping you pinned down.

“Why not? It’s not like you’re together or anything. Will it be that humiliating for you? There’s no reason to be, not when you're this gorgeous. Nothing wrong with being a slut either.”

“I’m—I’m not.”

“Oh yes you are, baby. You let me fuck you, didn’t you? Your ex’s best friend? Showing him all this could make him realize why he wasn’t able to keep you. Jeno didn’t know what you wanted. He didn’t know what you needed either. Me? I could give you both and more.” He sounded so sure about it. Looked sure about it too as he picked up the pace and settled on a brutal rhythm, punching more moans out of you. “All you have to do is just ask for it.”

“You’re fuh—fu—cking crazy,” was all you could say. It seemed you were starting to get light headed with how Jaemin still had a tight grip around your neck. Like a necklace choker that won't ever come off.

“I know I am, sweetheart, but don’t worry. I wasn't being serious. I’d kill anyone who sees you like this,” It was a threat and a promise all molded into one and hearing that strangely made your heart skip a beat. His face was drawn into something serious and darkened when he said, “Jeno included. He had his chance and he fucked all that to hell, but me? I’m not making the same mistake.”

The footage kept on rolling after Jaemin spilled into the condom, just a few seconds after you knocked out-cold from what seemed to be the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had—not that you could remember—in your life. Kept on rolling as he kissed your forehead before getting up to cleanup in the en suite. And rolled, and rolled, and rolled.

You were fully convinced that your one-night stand completely forgot the existence of your phone recording the post-sex ritual happening right before your eyes. It was kind of funny though, like watching a risqué vlog illustrating the proper etiquette when it came to aftercare.

Jaemin did just that, with the same balmy look in his eyes and the inherent tenderness in his actions as he took care of you even in your slumbering state.

He could have done better with dressing you up though, but you could understand that the exhaustion probably crept up at him when he didn’t even question the sweatpants he swiped up from the laundry hamper. Still, he tucked you in and gently kissed your cheek before shuffling over and picking up your phone, only to switch to the front camera, smile and blow a kiss.

With a huff, you fell back onto your bed, ruminating what Jaemin left behind and burning in shame and something else that you wouldn’t want to acknowledge.

It was some sort of confession, wasn’t it? Unconventional definitely, but the idea was there, glaring at you in minute-long clips and you couldn’t really think of your next move. Jaemin was still an enigma for sure and calling him didn’t sound like a good idea. At least at the moment it didn’t. You really had no clue if you should simply wait for him to reach out himself, but that's besides the point.

What you did know was that some part of you thought it was a shame that last night’s memory was still quite the blur. You couldn’t recall how Jaemin made you feel with his touch and you weren’t sure if gratitude should be even considered for him leaving you of last night’s evidence.

This was all too much. Jaemin was too much and you couldn’t think much now when you have plans coming up soon.

And if you came on your fingers twice from simply looking at the unmistaken adoration lifting Jaemin’s face as he had his way with you, then that was between you and God alone.

“Couldn’t we do this some other time?”

Donghyuck clicked his tongue as he pulled out a chair for you. “You know how Giselle is and to be fair, she’s been begging for us to meet up. She mentioned she’s bringing someone with her too.”

“That’s fine.” Probably one of your acquaintances. “But she couldn’t choose another day where I don’t feel and look like shit?”

“Relax. No one in here knows that you’ve been fucked six ways ‘til Sunday last night.”

He said it like he was talking about the weather, all the while scanning the menu nonchalantly as you prayed that no one else heard him. Donghyuck was right though. You did make sure to hide all evidence (mainly the marks on your neck), and the slight limp in your steps and it was such a relief on your part that you haven’t received any odd looks as of yet. If you were to get some concerning looks, it would be because of how fidgety you were. As if you were just waiting for Jaemin to come out and strike. Ugh, perhaps your body did remember some of last night.

“You’re fine, Y/N,” Donghyuck reassured, patting your thigh gently. “What are you gonna get? I’m thinking of steak. We could share each other’s food or something too.”

“Yeah, sounds nice—“

“Y/N! Girl, it’s been so long!”

Both you and Donghyuck looked up just in time to see Giselle quickly making her way over to where you both sat with a dazzling smile.

“Gigi, hi!”

The man beside you rolled his eyes as you rose up and kissed Giselle on the cheek, “I’m here too, y’know.”

She laughed and sat on the seat right across from him. “Yes, yes, hello to you too, Hyuck.” Giselle looked as if she came alone, noticing that no one was trailing behind her.

“I thought you were with someone?” you asked, handing over the menu to her.

She thanked you with a quick smile and got to scanning it. “He’s still parking his car. He insisted I go in first.”

He?

“He?” trust your best friend to voice out exactly what you were thinking. “Who’s he?” You couldn’t remember the last time she brought someone for you to meet. Usually, this was her way of checking whether the person would be worth her time. As all close friends would do. You did the same with Jeno and what a shame you guys didn’t even last that long.

“Some guy I met recently,” Giselle hummed. “He’s nice, I promise.”

The conversation flowed smoothly after that and you decided to order for everybody after Giselle mentioned that her ‘friend’ would most likely get the same thing as Donghyuck. You really couldn’t follow along much—still reeling from everything, really—but it seemed to be a heated discussion from how worked up Donghyuck was slowly becoming at each of Giselle’s rebuttals.

Your attention moved to your phone at that point, looking through your socials while simultaneously reading through the work emails you might have missed.

“Took you long enough, Jaemin.”

You froze.

Jaemin?

From that second, you concluded that you were just hearing things. Maybe you misheard Giselle and that it was some guy that had a similar sounding name to him. He wasn’t the only guy with a given name starting with ‘Jae’, right? Jaemin wasn’t the only Jaemin in the world either.

However, the universe might as well bring your nightmares to life because looking up from your phone, the same Jaemin Na was there. Sitting across from you a polite tilt of his lips.

Though as he looked down, taking a gander at your phone with shining eyes before meeting your gaze head on, the smile grew sharper, sinister and you dread whatever was coming next.

“Guys, this is Jaemin. Jaemin, Donghyuck and Y/N.”

“Oh, we’ve met.” Jaemin leaned forward, resting his cheek on his palm while you swallowed thickly. “It’s nice to see you again, sweetheart.”

“Well,” Donghyuck started, breaking the silence. “It could have gone worse.”

“What’s worse than meeting your one-night stand the very next day?”

“Jaemin telling everyone that he slept with you?”

“You’re useless, actually,” you dead-panned, plopping heavily onto your couch. “Seriously, that was probably the most embarrassing dinner ever. Poor Giselle probably thought that I didn’t want to see her.” Your hands flew to your face to hide, moaning in despair.

To be fair, it wasn’t entirely the worst situation you’ve been in. At least Jaemin was cordial enough to act normal aside from the fact that he still tried to burn holes into your profile when you focused on either Donghyuck or Giselle as you talked over the food. Jaemin didn’t say much either, and spoke when spoken to, yet his presence was so domineering that even pretending that he didn't exist was rather difficult that you just settled on acknowledging him out of politeness.

Never mind the fact that he looked like he wanted to eat you up and swallow you whole right then and there. Then again, that’s how he looked most of the time so it brought comfort that there was a fifty-fifty chance that you were wrong.

Donghyuck gave you a sympathetic pat on the head, “don’t worry about it. You can say sorry to her and she’ll be fine, and it’s not like you’ll be seeing Jaemin any time soon.”

At that moment, your phone chimed and with the whole dinner fiasco, you immediately assumed it was probably Giselle checking up on you. You did act a little weird for everyone’s tastes and you were kind of waiting for her to bring it up so you could explain yourself and express your deepest apologies for acting out-of-character.

See, it wasn't Giselle and you cursed Donghyuck in your head for jinxing it.

Donghyuck took one good look at your face, the corner of his lips tilting downwards in concern. “What'd Giselle say?” 

You shook your head and handed it over to him.

“Oh my god.”

Jaemin Na

hey

can i come over?

:)

Shit.

note: this is dedicated to Aria for being just as insane as me when it comes to Jaemin 🫡

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Astrology Observations No.4

<3 TW

I use the whole sign system

Mars-Saturn hard aspects struggle with sexual encounters at first and have a poor relationship with intimicy.They may loose their virginity later than others and that‘s good yk never loose sahahah

Mars in leo/degrees can be known for their drive (that one girl in my class is super intelligent and everyone knows that) Since leo rules fame it makes more than sence✮⋆˙

Moon in cancer (if developed) can talk about that they just cried over an quite little duck running around without being ashamed of pointing out their own vulnerability (ma sweethearts) That is because cancers ruler is moon

Venus in aquarius always have something to do with animes and they live for video games and their friends. Nevertheless you can be their partner but sometimes they put their friends first 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Mercury in taurus thinkkkk before they talk, might talk slow and come of as seriøs

Wait jupiter in 3rd house just get a lot of money from family members $♡

Venus in 11th house post their favorite things online ( your pets, your playlists…) 💋

4th house in aries: your home environment is wild, full of chaos and passion at the same time ✮⋆˙

Saturn-Pluto: The relationship to your father changed or transformed you. Some people with this placement are not in contact with their father anymore or just see him once in a while

Moon-Jupiter individuals get lucky if they show their emotions (others try to emphasize with them or they get help) also depends on other aspects ☼

Trust me libra mercury knows how to charm others or themselfes out of uncomfy situations with their words

Mercury in aries try to help you through telling you the solution to your problem (you might get mad but they just wanna help) lovely cookies of mine

Lilith-Mc no one believes that you are innocent. Oh you are a virgin,they will assume you have stds because apperently they assume that you fucked around the town and bānged your friend friends their exes and boyfriends/girlfirends plus their grandfather-mothers

Uranus-Venus positive =tip try to work if problems in relationships accure

How Uranus-Venus hard aspects behave= They may jump to the next person and think that working on relationships are not worth it if you have serious problems or if they don‘t see growth quickly. But that doesn't mean that they will leave you just that they do not have time for bullshit

Venus in pisces need a lot of time to recover if they get hurt but they will die for you

Sag moon have the opinion that getting distracted is good (especially with friends,loved ones). These folks don't believe in telling you their feelings that much

Specific but scorpio pluto in leo degree are known for their dark deep feelings and pain

Jupiter in libra generation loves money, some more others less ˗ˏˋ✩ˎˊ˗

Please listen Mercury-Asc people in combinition with Venus tense aspect with Mars, you are not ugly people always talked about your appearence and that makes you always think about how you look. Mercury=thoughts,Asc=Appearence. TW! Body dismorphia can be the case, if so I hug you and advice you to get help¡

Why do aries individuals often have some type of allergy it isn't normal anymore hahaha

TW! Most borderliners have intense aspected moons or gemini, leo or aries moons. Gemini moons have a maze of mind and will overthink everything and then turn into an empty minded person in one split second (typical for BPD), leo moons suffer from people pleasing and having a high opinion of themselfes turn into low low self esteem issues, and them aries moons show their emotions impulsifly or act on them impulsifly. I am not a professional but I am here to make you aware, I observed it in soo many charts, you know best if you show signs! It is more than important to get help :)

Neptune-Asc everyone seems to guess your age differently

Let me know if you would like to have a more dark astro observation next time

Luuuuuv muah

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caleb being a gemini

(post-writing clarity: i always write too much omg 😭 )

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content: use of pet names (pipsqueak)

gemini sun man attributes

certified yapper, communicator, curious, witty, playful, shapeshifter, masked

♊️ certified yapper ♊️ with his sun sign ruled by mercury, this man is all about communication. and he talks and talks and talks. . . oh, he can't shut up. the second you pick up the phone and you've said your "hello"'s. the moment you let him, he's on one of his rambles. talking a storm up about that new metal he got for his helicopter prototype. he's venting about subordinates that just don't know what they're doing. he's giving you advice on how to know if the fruits in a store are ripe. he can't shut up. he takes advantage of how sweet you are, how you'll always listen to him, going on about this and that. you don't have the heart to tell him you're tired, often accidentally falling asleep on call by sunrise. he never complains, finding your determination adorable.

♊️ communicator ♊️ there's a reason you fell in love with him. he understands you. he listens to you, even when you were kids. whenever you needed to talk, he was there. advice? vent? just a random question? you could always go to him. he'd sit down and stay quiet, comfort you until you were sick of him, cheered you up until you forgot what the initial topic even was. the only times you fought were when your safety came into question. but even then, if you complained, he'd listen to your struggles. he'd consider them (even if he'd rather die than relent), because he knew you. because he loved you.

♊️ curious ♊️ he's inquisitive about you, always wanting to know more, careful to never make you feel like he's interrogating. you wonder when he suddenly seemed to know everything about you. he calls it curiosity, you call it being nosy. when he steps into your room and you put your phone away, just a little too quickly? his puppy ears perk up. he's on the case. "what are ya hiding there, pipsqueak?" he needs to know. it could've just been an embarrassing purchase you told yourself you wouldn't get but ended up caving in anyways. it doesn't matter. he needs to know. you developed an allergy to something? huh, funny. what in it triggers you? he'll do his research. which alternatives could he buy instead to make sure his food still tastes the exact same for you? only the best for his girl.

♊️ witty ♊️ he always has the last word. always. except for when you're pissed at him and he doesn't wanna dig himself a deeper grave. but he typically wins the arguments, has the better logic. if you complain about your lack of freedom, your lack of privacy, he'll make you sound crazy, paranoid. he'll twist your words, make his points sound so reasonable. he knows how to use his words (again, great communicator) and he's quick with it. he checks himself when he finds himself exaggerating, he's always trying to be logical. if he acts on emotion, there's a chance that he might be wrong, and he can't have that (is that the chip speaking?). when he's in colonel mode, his words are magic, they are lethal. he can back someone into their lies, he can trick secrets out of a trained spy. if he's dealing with the best? just know he's better.

♊️ playful ♊️ everything you know about pranks, you learned from caleb. he was the mastermind. every single april fools day, he'd make it his mission to catch you off guard. and he always did, it annoyed the shit out of you. but you just learned to fight back. if you couldn't avoid his pranks, then, hell, neither would he. he's well-versed in sarcasm and dark humor, but his oldest work is definitely the dad joke. they actually suck. but he grins so hard when he delivers the lines, like he just discovered a new animal, you can't help but laugh. not at the joke, but at him. when you tell him just that, he pounces on you to tickle you. you know you've lost, because he knows every single tickle spot you had. and that fucker just conveniently happened to not be ticklish so you couldn't fight back. not here. but he'd get his payback later, you'd make sure of that. . .

♊️ shapeshifter ♊️ he is a mirror. some may think him "two-faced," but he only reflects. if put in a strange situation, he changes to better fit the unfamiliar circumstances. he adapts. if he came face-to-face with a snarky classmate, he'd match the energy. he rolls his eyes? he turns his desk away from him in the middle of class. his teacher's more soft-spoken? his voice gets a lot more gentle when he asks her a question. he mirrors that which he gets, always feeling the need to blend in, to push the energy out. but with you? he lets himself feel. he absorbs. he admires. and he mirrors your love.

♊️ masked ♊️ he has a lot of individuality. there are the big things that make him up. he's a colonel, ambitious, a loverboy, intelligent, loyal. and then, there are the little things. his fixation on aerodynamics, his. . . affection for specific undergarments of yours, his preference for apples over literally any other fruit. strange. he thought he was a little unusual, yes. he's been in a house that exploded, he has a bionic arm, he trusts no one and he knows no one. but you. he won't share his life to anyone, he won't reveal any part of his soul to anything. especially now that he's in such a dangerous place. but he's always had space in his heart for you. with you, his mask falls instantly.

[missile-silo]

Okokokok just finished overture was not prepared even in the slightest for any of it so here’s my biggest takeaways- spoilers obv

Lea is such a great character, she has a lot of heart. It’s clear from the start how much guilt she holds for Carlos death, and how desperate she is to save Romeo. The flashbacks to her as we journey along add depth to her story.

I believe Lea and Sophia are sisters. That’s fairly obvious from the start but what really gets me is the parallel between the end of overture and the end where Sophia becomes a puppet. Lea cradles Romeo in the same way Sophia cradles P. It’s very sweet, even if I’m not sure on the timeline implications of managing to save Lea and Romeo. Perhaps in the new timeline they manage to rescue Sophia together with P, a callback of sorts to Carlos apprentice days. Wouldn’t that be nice.

Also enjoy the parallels between their petrification disease. Sophia is bound in place, unable to move, but she is prevented from dying. Lea is the opposite- she can move and fight but is actively dying. I wonder what’s worse, being unable to move but also unable to die, or being able to move but able to die.

Lea broke ties with the Monad family- why? Was it because of the Alchemist experiments her father ran? Was it because Sophia was a listener? It’s implied that their mother became a golden coin tree- was it that?

That last cutscene- is that Gepetto trying to turn Romeo into a puppet?? Idk what this means, is he gonna turn him into a puppet anyway or has his plan failed at the first hurdle. Is there truly a new timeline or was everything P did pre ordained.

Aliodoro is a sweetie pie, and he absolutely despised the alchemists. Honestly can relate would 100% drop kick Manus into the abyss.

Lumachio- oh Lumachio. You were always going to betray me because you were voiced by Neil Newbon. His is a voice that belongs in this type of game.

The lion guy who I forgot the name of is very funny. Can’t help but feel like we’ll see him again in a wizard of oz game, but I don’t know Pinocchio very well so idk.

Arlechinno you rat bastard. They got his design RIGHT that was far scarier than any of the other bosses. The uncanny valley feel I got was incredible, the studio really got that serial killer puppet vibe perfect.

The star of the show; GEMINI. I love my cricket lamp, I love him so much. He is an excellent example of how to add agency to a voiceless main character. He is also very funny, but is somber when it’s appropriate. Gemini lightens the room when it’s already got some light in it.

Gameplay wise, Lies of P remains one of the best soulslike in my eyes. The mechanics are easy to understand, hard to master, but you don’t necessarily need to master the mechanics to play through the game. One thing I absolutely adore is the difficulty settings. They haven’t hidden lore behind the harder settings, it’s purely optional.

Anywho, that’s my ramble about overture. Time to go cry about Sophia for an hour

[tribalauthor]

THE WISEWOMAN (roman reigns ff) <chapter 9>

word count: 3K

Sophia's POV

I am in the makeup room with the female roster getting ready for the show. My outfit for today is a dark blue blazer dress and thigh high white boots with thin heels.

(not mine)

I am also wearing a necklace with a saphire on it and the same earrings. My grandma gave them to me when I graduated.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My smooth skin is ready for some makeup and I intend to do it myself this time since I don't wanna burden the makeup artist who has another looks to do.

I am trying so hard to get Roman out of my head after everything that happened last night but I just can't.

*flashback*

The car that Roman rented just left us in the big evergreen playfield. Although it's around 9pm, the lights are still working and you could see the empty seats.

"So this is the home stadium of Georgia Tech. It's called Bobby Dodd Stadium and it was built by students back in 1913. The oldest on-campus stadium in history." he explained to me and for a moment I thought I am on tour and he is the tour guide. His voice is so deep and smooth, this man can talk about anything and it will sound mesmerising.

"Woah." I exclaimed. "By students? That's impressive." I stated.

"Indeed." I felt him coming closer to me as we were walking. "By the way our team beat a lot of people here back in the day." I took a glance at him and he had that glow in his brown eyes filled with good memories.

"Really?" I asked with scepticism.

"Yes. Are you doubting your Tribal Chief?" he suddenly became a little annoyed and I tried not to laugh.

"No. How could I?" I replied dramatically.

"I'm a born winner, Sophia, and I'm gonna die a winner." he declared with cold confidence.

"That could be used in a promo, too" my eyes widened.

"I honestly love your work flair." Roman grinned.

"You do? People tend to find it annoying that I always have to involve work in everything." I spoke frankly.

"Nah, it's not annoying. I also tend to think about work a lot. When me and your uncle are together, we always scheme our next move. What should we do, what should we say to stand out from the rest. You are just exactly like him." Roman remarked and I looked down with a smile.

"Thank you for understanding my nature." I spoke softly and looked at him and he gave me that look signifying that it's not a big deal.

"I would like to thank you for spending time with an uncle like me." Roman put his hand on his chest and I started laughing loudly, not very demure.

"Stop." I slightly hit his arm. "I have only one uncle and his name is Paul Heyman." I said with the wisewoman tone.

"But I'm an uncle too. I have a lot of nephews."

"You are from those hot single uncles." I teased him and I swear he definitely blushed.

"Hot?" he asked again and giggled. "You think I'm hot?"

I looked at him with dead eyes.

"Don't act like the guy that used to play here doesn't know."

He sighed. "Back then...when was it? Twenty years ago. I was thinking differently. I was a completely different person." he looked down.

"Me too. I was almost seven years old." I replied and he looked at me with horror.

"Oh my God." Roman put his hand on his forehead and he suddenly changed his expression. "Almost seven you say? So you are almost 27 now?

"Don't remind me." I playfully scolded him.

"No. That means your birthday is soon. When is it?" Roman seemed very interested to know when my birthday is and he is not going to believe what I'm about to tell him.

"February 14th." I responded and his mouth dropped slightly.

"On Valentine's Day?!" he exclaimed and put his fist in front of his mouth.

"Yup. When is yours?" I kinda know his zodiac sign but I don't know the date.

"May 25th."

"Oh so you are a Gemini. That explains a lot." I concluded and he suddenly seemed confused.

"Why? What does it explain?"

"Geminis are usually clever and sharp minded. And two-faced."

"I'm not two-faced." he sounded offended and I laughed but when I looked again he genuinely seemed pissed off and maybe he was ready to chase me, so I started running with my high heels on.

Knowing that I have zero chance with these shoes while a literal athlehe is chasing me, he caught me in less than a minute.

He caught me from behind wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me right to his body and then turned me around with his arms being in the same position.

"Why am I two-faced?" he asked me again with almost very normal breath cause that was basically nothing for him while I was trying to catch mine for a bit but it's also because I am very close to him right now and I can feel the tension rising.

"Because you tend to have several personalities. I noticed you can switch up very fast from one mood to another." I finally explained to him while we were staring at each other.

"That's just how I am." he responded calmly.

"See? Two seconds ago you wanted to kill me and now you are calm again." I giggled and rested my arms on his shoulders.

"I wanna do a lot of things to you and kill you is nowhere near the list, Soph." he said quietly and it got me wondering.

"Well, what's on the list then?" I pouted my lips while looking directly at him and he leaned to kiss my forehead in the softest way possible but his thick beard tickled my skin.

Oh my God.

Clearly, I didn't expect that. It's cold outside but I swear to God, I could feel my cheeks burning and becoming red as a tomato.

My hands disappear from sight compared to his. He probably felt how cold they are, so he brought them to his face and kissed them as well.

I looked down out of shyness not knowing what to say which as we know is a very rare state for me. I felt him putting my hands away from his shoulders and grabbing them in his instead. I looked back at him.

"Damn, you are cold." he stated and I felt like I will explode any second right here and right now.

He is really driving me crazy right now and my question is does he plan to kiss me on the mouth or he is just playing with me. Roman started rubbing them and I felt warmer but it could be due to the high pressure in my whole body.

"Yeah, ever since I remember myself during winter I have a poor blood flow and even if I'm inside, my hands and feet are always cold." I finally spoke.

"I'm gonna make sure I buy you warm socks and gloves then, okay?" Roman pressed his lips while I could see a slight concern in his eyes.

I laughed softly.

"Okay." I responded and then we stood there staring holes through each other, examining each other's faces.

He really has that masculine mature look and it does something to me for sure. Who would've thought? I've seen this man a lot on TV with my uncle yet I never felt anything but yeah, this is basically me. I don't see it immediately but when I do, there is no turning back.

In no way I would have imagined myself with a man like him. Slowly but surely, I am starting to. The way he is looking at me is nothing I can compare with since no one has ever looked at me like that.

All my life I have received many different looks from men and I could read through their eyes that they want nothing but sex from me.

The look in Roman's eyes right now is really far from that. I can see deep care and even a slight nervousness.

"Your lips are very beautiful, by the way." he remarked, seperating me from my profound thought process I was just having.

"Thank you." I replied quietly. My hands were still buried in his. "Yours are probably beautiful too, but can't really see them from that beard." I chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he got a bit offended and pouted his lips like a little duck. Yes, they are very pretty, I got the point.

I lifted my toes up and pecked the pouty lips of the Undisputed Champion.

He seemed completely shocked from my action. His eyeballs are probably gonna jump out any second and I just smirked and bit my lower lip.

My turn to leave him speechless.

"Is this on the list?" I asked and he completely changed his expression. From surprised it became thorough.

"Yeah. It is." he responded quietly. "But now I want more." he attacked my lips, locking them in with his, slowly devouring them until I slightly opened my mouth and he slid his tongue in it. I felt like I'm levitating for a second until I got back to my senses and kissed him back with my tongue.

Okay, he is a good kisser. No surprise there. His lips definitely feel good and that tingling feeling from his beard is even enhancing the whole experience.

After a while we broke the kiss and stared at each other, knowing we both want more.

Roman had stains of my red lipstick on his mouth and moustache.

"Red lips look good on you." I stated and then I realized my lips must be smudged too but that didn't stop me from licking them and feeling the sweet aftertaste from Roman's kiss.

I finally seperated my hands from his. During this whole time they've been sitting like that and I rubbed the lip stains out of his mouth.

His lips are indeed very soft to the touch and I'm lowkey jealous, not gonna lie. Does he even put a lip balm on?

Then he gave me that lustful look since I know he is definitely going wild on the inside and he wants to kiss me again but something is restraining him.

"You just shared a kiss with the football boy. Your high school self wouldn't be very proud." Roman said with realization.

I gave him the dead look.

"That was for all the football team you once rejected." he added and I rolled my eyes, laughing at him.

*end of flashback*

"Shut up and kiss me again." I said and he didn't wait for second invitation for tasting my lips.

This was so magical. I honestly have no idea what happened to me. He just makes me feel comfortable while giving me heart attacks from time to time.

"Sophiaaa." the voices of Tiffany and Samantha trying to get me back on Earth startled me.

"What's up with you?" Sam asked.

"I'm just a bit tired from the ride." I fake yawned. "Couldn't really sleep last night."

"Is this cause the Tribal Chief didn't let you sleep?" Tiff teased me and I looked at her with playfully mad expression.

1) Because everything is still very fresh 2) I don't want me or Roman to be perceived in the wrong way since I have no idea how would people react to all of this.

"No. I slept alone. As I always do." I lied. I know they are my colleagues and that we became friends but I don't want anyone to know what's going on between us...yet.

Roman's POV

I am sitting in the room with my cousins and I just told them about what happened last night with Sophia.

"I swear to God, I feel like a young boy again." I giggled and saw Jimmy and Solo exchanging weird looks between each other.

"Yeah. That's the effect of being with a younger woman." Jon crossed his arms.

"There is a reason you brought her to your college field. You wanted to feel the spirit of your younger self, so you can get brave enough and kiss her since you know deep in you that all of this is wrong." Yoko just psycho analyzed me and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

They just had to rain on my parade, huh? Why do they do it? It's like I'm doing a crime or something.

"Sophia is a grown woman. If she didn't want me, I would know." I responded.

*flashback*

We started getting ready for bed. While Soph was dressing up with her pajamas in the bathroom, I put mine which is grey Nike sweatpants, no shirt. Just abs.

Suddenly I heard the bathroom door opened and Sophia came in front of me wearing a baby pink silk nightdress that wasn't very long. It was exposing her beautiful long lean legs and cupping her round perfect sized breast. Looking all natural and everything.

Maybe it was a mistake to put on gray sweatpants because I swear to God, I feel like I will get a boner.

"Let's brush our teeth together. We have two sinks." she suggested innocently flashing her beautiful grin at me and I just followed her to the bathroom.

Joseph, you can do this. You are a strong man not only physically but mentally. As a man, I think I've mastered ignoring my intrusive thoughts but right now they are yelling at me.

Is Sophia wearing any lingerie beneath this? If not, it would take just a slight pull and-

"Why are you standing there?" she snapped me out of my thoughts as she put a toothpaste on her toothbrush.

I sighed and got to the sink.

"You are just so incredibly beautiful." I said the truth.

"Thank you." she replied sweetly and then started brushing her teeth.

I did the same thing but when I glanced at my left to look at her I saw that her breasts were slightly bouncing and then she spat the toothpaste in the sink, leaving a little on her lips.

I am actually no better than boys her age, just realized this. I have to prove that I am, though.

I'm gonna try my best to keep my composure and keep the intrusive thoughts away. I turned to my previous position and tried not to think about how I want to haunt her on that very bathroom sink or in the shower cabin.

A loud thud shook me off my own sinful thoughts. Soph just dropped her toothpaste and was about to bend down to grab it but if she does that, I will see her lingerie and I'm afraid I will get an erection and it's gonna get insanely awkward.

"No." I growled in concern and swiftly bent over to grab it. "Here you are" I grinned at her and she seemed very confused.

"Thank you." she replied. "I was way closer to it, I could have done it alone, though."

"It's a psychological fact that if you don't help the person next to you lift something they dropped, means you don't care. I just wanted to show you that I care about you." I said a generally accepted truth.

"Well, you are showing me with another actions but thank you." she just said.

She still seemed slightly confused.

We were ready to go to sleep but honestly I have zero idea how I'm gonna do that knowing that the most beautiful and hot woman is in the same room with me.

Maybe this wasn't a very good idea. I am literally testing my limits. Is it possible that she is doing all of this on purpose to test my intentions or she just really wears sexy nightgowns to sleep?

Suddenly I am jealous of her boyfriends. I don't care what they are, who they are, they clearly didn't deserve a woman like Sophia. I don't know what they must have done in their previous lives.

But let's focus on the present. Now she is in a hotel room with me, she kissed me and she thinks I am hot.

"Will I get a good night kiss?" Sophia asked innocently.

I would give her a goodnight di-

"Of course." I replied and went to her bed. Then I leaned to her and placed a small peck on her soft lips.

"Just that?" she looked a bit disappointed. Yup, that woman is putting me to the test.

"Look, little lady. If we go deeper, I will go deeper, you know what I'm saying? Let's keep it PG." I playfully threatened her.

"Oh, I love men with self control." she purred and bit her lips.

Fuck it.

I leaned in to kiss her again but this time it was more aggressive and I got slightly over her making sure I am not hurting her with my weight and she softly placed her hands on my naked chest.

Now we got our minty breaths mixed up and it's amazing. It's also amazing how her tongue syncs with mine.

I broke the kiss and then she looked at me with fiery eyes like she accomplished something.

Earlier I described her as an angel but Sophia may be a devil in disguise.

"You are mine now, hope you know that." I said quietly almost whispering and went to bed.

*end of flashback*

"Look at him all smiling and shit." I heard my cousins gossiping about me...in front of me.

"Yeah no shit." I responded with sarcasm. "You two are definitely helping me with that, though" I stated and put the classic grumpy Tribal Chief face again.

"Don't forget you have to be mad for later, uce." Jimmy reminded me.

[the-wxter-is-fine]

Slytherin skittles centric supernatural au (not like the tv show supernatural, just supernatural in general) where Regulus is a black witch, Evan and Pandora are Gemini Twins (like in legacies but they both somehow survived the ritual and nobody knows how) and Barty and Dorcas are hunters (you know, like specially enhanced individuals with heightened strength, speed, senses, reflexes yada yada), and the five of them work as a team with a secret department in the government that helps regulate demons and other monsters. They're sent on missions to help those civilians (aka normal folk) inconvenienced by these creatures and are by far pretty successful.

To make things sad, Black magic (aka the type of magic Regulus was taught and forced to practice since young) is a very lethal form of witchcraft. Kinda like, once you start you can't stop or it'll kill you but if you keep doing it it'll kill you anyway. It's uncertain whether Regulus will live to see the good side of 40, and to make things worse he constantly has visions of his own death (drowning ofc) and there's always this voice taunting him when he does 'die' but when he asks who it is the voice only says. 'Call me Tom.'

Okay anyway the Skittles' latest big mission just so happens to be a mansion in London, the very same one Regulus' parents used to own before a demon summoning went wrong and they died and the mansion got sold off.

And bada bing bada boom guess who the new owner is you have three guesses... AND THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS it's none other than Sirius Black, estranged brother who emancipated at 16 because he wouldn't slave his life to his parents and black magic, and who Regulus hasn't spoken to in YEARS, who felt a certain sense of responsibility to this mansion (and works a job with high-paying salary) and bought it on a whim bc honestly only he would. Cue Black brothers angst.

Oh and just to stew up drama the Marauders + Valkyries are there as well (on a holiday of sorts bc wtf it's a cool gothic mansion!). Cut to some people having their gay awakenings (*violent coughing* jEguLuS and dOrlEnE)

Now remember that demon summoning that Walburga and Orion couldn't get quite right? Yeah they were basically trying to summon Voldemort, heinous malevolent spirit from Hell, and since the process wasn't completed, Voldy's kinda stuck. So he's there (you know, haunting the Marauders and Valkyries, spooky noises, stopped clocks, rotten smells) but not there (as in, he can't actually manifest in this plane of existence and wreak havoc).

And to make things complicated at some point the government (essentially the assholes of this whole lil fic idea) are skeptical. They're scared and try numerous times to pull the Skittles off the case but they're already in too deep. It all boils down to the police getting involved and the five of them being wanted criminals even as they frantically run around to try and banish Voldy back to hell...

Anyway this was a LONG ramble and basically a horribly vague future fic idea that I may or may not write (I already HAVE a WIP goddamnit) but this just wouldn't leave my head so.. :/

[sillybruja]

roasting your moon sign pt 1. (Aries - Gemini) p.s. this one's gonna hurt your wittle feelings 🥲

Aries Moon

OH MY GOD. SHUUUUUUT UPPP. Seriously, you don't have an off button and talking to you is very frustrating. It's kind of like you jut like hearing yourself talk, which is fine, but the rest of us are suffering. And Holy lack of emotional regulation! When you are upset, you are really upset, eh? Seriously, you cannot control your emotional reactions even if you tried your hardest. If you feel triggered, you have to let the whole room hear about it 🙄And one more thing -- why do you think speaking louder makes your argument valid? It's kind of like listening to a toddler start screaming because crying was not getting their mom's attention good enough. It's fine to have emotional outbursts once in a while, but try to remember you're an adult, not a six-year-old. Communication takes more than scream-crying until you are heard / get your way. Btw, y'all are some of the most delulu people out there! It's like, everyday is a rollercoaster for you emotionally and you kidnapped the rest of us to have to suffer with you. Yeah, that's right, you can be insufferable and the people around you feel it. Are you even aware of that, though? Or are you more focused on creating a narrative that makes you the victim? Your lack of impulse control is a whole other thing. We get that you react first and think last, but to have the audacity to blame others for your decisions/actions is wild. Oh you punched a wall? No, that person didn't make you do that, you did that. Oh, you're insecure so you acted out of character? No actually, it's not their fault because they are secure with themselves. It's all on you. Guess what? Accountability is not the same as being held at g*npoint. You will not die. You will not wither away. You are actually wrong a lot and that's fine, but you don't have to be such a tool about taking responsibility. It gives everyone in your life the ick, and people are probably tired of walking on egg shells around you. 🤷‍♀️

Moon in 1st House:

Okay, drama Queen/King!🙄😅Besides the fact that you literally wear your heart on your sleeve, you are also so dramatic and for what, special effect? Seriously, you emotionally respond to things with the same voracity and urgency as you would an actual emergency. You can literally stub your toe and have a meltdown over it, saying that was your "13th reason" likeee y'all are D R A M A T IC and because I also have this placement, I know it's because it actually feels really dramatic but tbh it's not that deep. You just feel too deeply which is fine but guess what? You're still responsible for your emotions, no one else is. You sacrifice your power too often looking for acceptance and love, and then expect the people who you give said power, to reciprocate the same energy but they never do because what you are really expecting from them is you and that's pretty messed up tbh. You gotta let people be! your attachment issues are showing. BTW, being the sacrificial lamb in every situation does not actually gain you aura points, it just makes it obvious that you lack boundaries. The People around you take advantage of you because 9/10 times, you have made it pretty clear very early on that taking advantage of your kindness can be easy to do. Its insane that people have projected on you your whole life, and yet, you still can't detect when its happening. People are not mean to you because they hate you lol but the fact that you make everything about yourself makes it even easier for these people to project their problems onto you. Why wouldn't they? You are all consuming, and you take on the responsibility of everyone's actions, making yourself a stomping ground for ab*se. Your problem is, you are looking to find you in everyone and you will constantly be disappointed because that's something you will not find. Learn to be comfortable with others showing you how they feel, and accept it for what it is instead of for what you want it to be. Your scope of other's emotions needs work -- there's a whole universe outside of your own mind. You gotta learn to consider others emotional needs and try to walk in the shoes of other people once in a while and you will see that not everything is not in relation, caused by, or about you. Also, you have the same emotional regulation as a toddler sometimes. Stop making your problems, everyone's problems. Go to therapy.

Taurus Moon

OKAAAAAY, SLOTH. How do you expect to have the rich bitch bougee life you keep creating pinterest boards about if you won't even get off the couch and take small steps to reach those goals? Queen of "manifestation", all things "come to me naturally". Can we cut the bs and call a spade, a spade? You are lazy. You know deep deep down that you have the gift of the moon as your placement's exalted, but you have proven so many times that you prefer comfort over work. You're sitting there, waiting for the universe to deliver all the things you want in life, but your uninspired, bland, lazy ass won't even break a sweat for half of what you want in this world. YOU are the reason you do not seem to accomplish as much as you want to, because you do not challenge yourself. Do you feel incapable? I would if I'd rather live in repetitive and tired routines instead of challenging myself to grow. Speaking of growth.... do you even know what that is? Or are you still holding the same opinions of people that you had in middle school? Guess what, people grow and change... it is time to catch up! Why are you more comfortable with clinging onto the past, especially onto an old way of thinking? How is that actively helping your life? Be so for real. You cling & obsess over the past because its easier to revictimize yourself & build resentment than it is to take responsibility and make changes. Why is it more comfortable being stubbornly wrong, instead of owning up to your ways?

Moon in 2nd House

STAY OUT OF MY WALLET & GET A JOB! Seriously -- for someone who needs & craves financial stability, you sure will do a whole lot of nothing to get it. It's so weird because you manage to do absolutely nothing, and the people around you end up picking up your tab. What's it like being the community leech? And another thing... why is it that you feel you only have value when the 'yes men' around you over compliment you, or give you attention? Why is it that you cannot regulate your sense of self worth, but instead need to feed your self-esteem through manipulation, clinginess, and insecurity? Your relationships are probably prone to being unstable because of this. You are too much. Your expectations are too much, and they do not even match what you are willing to give back. You can't expect other people to pour from an empty cup just because You can't seem to fill your own. Your erratic self-esteem issues have an impact on your closest loved ones but your mindset is in the gutter because of how harshly you cling onto old mindsets and negative beliefs. Your greediness is not justified, no matter how much you have been hurt. You seem to never take your pain out in a healthy way, or on the person who actually inflicted the pain. If people come too close, you automatically assume there's alternative motives, even if there's no reason to think that. You act more like an 8H moon in your lowest vibration, and ironically enough, you are "triggered" and angry with other people who act this way. Your self-awareness is probably is as little as your confidence because you seem to live in your own bubble, and cannot understand how your own projections you put on other people are hurtful and make you look very weak. Your people pleasing tendencies will never grant you the stability you seek and until you take accountability, responsibility, and action to secure the life/lifestyle you want for yourself, you will always think shrinking yourself through people pleasing equals safety. But ya know, BE DELULU.

Gemini Moon

OHMYGOD CAN YOU SHUTTHEFUCKUP?! Yes, your friends do think you are annoying as fuck. It's because you never know when to STFU. And the worst part? It's not like you don't know you talk a lot... you do. you know you can dominate a conversation like no other. You are aware of the snotty asshole you sound like when you articulate and use word play to your advantage, and you don't care lol. If you're not that person, you're the opposite - you're weird af, you still never shut up, you have weird af obsessions, collections, and stories, and chances are you're easily forgotten about 😅 You share random facts with your friends all the time and at first it was really funny but because you never know when to stop, your friends are over it. When you talk, they sigh. It's because being your friend is exhausting. It's always the GEMINI MOON SHOW!!!! and you never give them (or anyone) the space to express themselves. You think you know what everyone wants and because you are lowkey controlling, you make decisions for others -- can you be any fuckin' worse? No wonder people don't really like hanging out with you lol. By the way, you are so dense. For being a mercury ruled moon, you would think you'd be better at reading people and yet, you constantly miss the red flags in others. What's it like being a door mat? It's like you know they hurt you, you know they are sus, and you don't care. LOL btw y'all are really big cry babies and so sensitive sometimes. You'd think that being a gemini moon would make you easy going, but you walk around and act like you have a stick up your ass. Your submissive nature is 10000% your decision but you have this talent of blaming other people for why you have codependency issues, let's call you the King/Queen of Projection. You act out, you push people away, you start fights and for what? For people to pay attention to you? lol that's sad. Why do you feel you are only worthy of getting attention when there's controversy? When you act out of character? Is it because you feel like no one cares about what you have to say unless you're being the worst version of yourself? Is that why you are so skilled at wearing masks with people? Maybe if you spent more time figuring your shit out, spending more time with yourself, and less time giving a fuck about others, you'd be able to heal the identity you shattered trying to morph into whatever everyone else wanted you to be. Basically, FIGURE OUT WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE SO YOU CAN STOP BEING AN ASSHOLE TO SECURE PEOPLE.

Moon in 3H

WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?! You wishy-washy bitch you lol. (pls don't take this seriously this is a roast ok? ily) But fr, who even are you? Because you switch up your entire personality depending on the group of people you're around. You think no one notices this but I promise you they do and they're tired of your shit. A lot of people probably find you unreliable because you also seriously lie...over dumb things too? Like, who lies about what they had for breakfast? Pfft. This need to maintain a certain level of "mystery" is actually kinda cringe because you are actually so transparent. Also, you do realize you cause a lot of your own problems, right? No one can drive people away better than you can, huh? :) Your need for banter and excitement is all fun and games until it became really fucking annoying. People do not like to constantly be poked and picked at and tested. Especially if you think you're some prize to win over. Speaking of being some prize... your ego though? It's like to feel intelligently superior, your say a whole lot of nothing polished in purple prose to humiliate others. Imagine being so insecure with yourself that you feel the need to verbally tear down the ones who are just plain doing better than you in life. Your problem is that you spend so much time focusing on the people around you, wanting to gain their approval, wanting to be the center of attention, that you actually end up losing sight of your identity and you become this annoying asshole 😅🙈 By the way, you definitely do talk soooo much shit about people, and yes it is so unnecessary. MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED YAPPIN YOUR TRAP ABOUT PEOPLE, THE PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE WOULDN'T ALWAYS LEAVE YOU or fantasize about leaving you for your much hotter family member, sibling, or friend 🤭

Pt. 2-4 are coming x

[honeybunchesobees]

My Horizon 3 Wishlist, In no Particular Order.

Beta Sections, and what I want from them.

it's assumed that we're going to be playing as beta at some point in horizon 3. maybe as a tutorial, but definitely as a 'mary jane sections in a spider man game' type thing. here's what I want from it: i want to fucking play watch dogs.

and by this i mean, i want to be a hacker extrordinare. obviously beta will need to have some combat options, but give her greater control over the environment! give her long-range overrides, let her have greater control over the actions of a machine! (maybe to the point of directly controlling them, though her physical body still needs to be protected) i want hologram lures! remote detonating traps, a spider drone, i dont care as long as it feels like tech wiz beta and not Worse Aloy. unlike the mary jane sections, i don't want people to completely dread playing them.

generally just more beta, because she's my favorite!!!

The tone of the game: depress me a little!

the reality is at the time of horizon 3, the world is imminently about to end, and it is bigger, smarter, and scarier than anything before. the tone should be reflected in this.

you ever listened to 'how far we've come' by matchbox 20? that's what i want. i want a tone of 'we're going to try our hardest and not give up, but holy shit the world might end, and we have to reckon with that.'

give me hangouts with the group where it's they realize that if the world does end, they're going to have some fucking fun before hand! give me aloy CRYING. give me aloy going back to nora lands and punching a matriarch! (i kid somewhat) give me PERSONAL GROWTH!!! this one is a lot more nebulous because it's a thin line to straddle between 'you guys are so locked im not sure if you understand the gravity' and 'beta before GEMINI doomerism.'

but i do think they can do it.

No more fucking machine strike!

I'm sick of gwent. I'm sick of gwent. I don't want to play gwent. Please. Please. Please. Please.

If you kill my gingers, I blow up a building.

someone is gonna die and i swear on my fucking yeezys if you kill aloy (or beta but i doubt that more) i will blow up a building oh my god. oh my god. varl was such a shit choice already.

if anyone's going to die, truly i think it will be sylens. in a meta sense, because of lance reddick's unfortunate passing (i wonder if they'll give keith davids the job like they did for commander zavala, hm) but also because it feels like the kind of upswing for sylens character, him gradually becoming less of a bastard.

plus, it gives the chance for aloy to come back to the base and listen to a last message sylens left that is incredibly rude and condescending, then she gives a sad little chuckle and goes 'bastard'

Fuckin...fix erend.

hahaha he is a stupid alcoholic who does not know how to read!! hahah!!

SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. WHERE IS ZERO DAWN EREND. BRING HIM BACK. I DONT WANT FORBIDDEN WEST EREND YOU HAVE FUCKED HIM. UNFUCK HIM THIS INSTANT

Seyka....

I don't like her sorry. i mean its nothing against her but having aloy's (option) romance be relegated to an afterthought dlc feels weirdddd...sorryrrryryr. i cant even play the dlc since ive still got a ps4 at the moment

let her in the base!!!! let her in the base!! i will mourn aro aloy (she will live on in my fics) and make her actually relevant beyond a character they just Magiked Up to be aloy's romance (instead of like talanah, maybe. or kotallo, or nil. or beta. or erend. or-)

sorry seyka fans i hope i can be seyka fans soon.

Dog machine? Dog machine? Wolf Machine? Robopup??

permanennt companion dog machine??? please. wolf machines with an alpha that if you override you gain control over the entire pack (i know that is not how wolves work but that is how hephaestus would make them work) it would be so awesome. it would be so cool.

NO SPIDER MACHINE.

please im such a deep arachnaphobe i would start screaming if a spider machine dropped onto me from the ceiling sorry. sorry. sorry.

I think that's it until i remember something new the second i hit post.

[llamaisllama777]

... Oh, they better fix this soon, or it's gonna be a VERY sad Thanksgiving and Christmas!

Seriously, tho....thing are BAD right now, and I have a few possibilities/predictions for Earth and Luanr and what could happen next...

Earth predictions

1. Earth is left numb by the dark lighting.

Much like how Monty lost all feelings in his right??? Arm after fighting The Stitchwraith Earth will now have that same problem but all over her body cause that lightning spread everywhere! Leaving her in a lot of pain and then feeling numb for who knows how long?! I think for Monty, it lasted five months? So, Earth will be like this for the next five months... fun.

2. Earth is corrupted by the negative star power!

Turuas and Rez have mentioned it is possible to become corrupted by negative star power, and if there was an awful lot of negative star power, there. We've seen what happens to things that get corrupted by dark star power. (Dazzle's old body, those dark star creatures, and Nexus)

Earth will slowly become corrupted by the negative star power floating in her systems and turn into a corrupted!Earth! The Astrals will try to kill Earth while Sun, Moon, Solar, Monty, and Lunar (and possibly Eclipse) will try to save Earth and find a way to uncorrupt her, and they will hopefully succeed in saving her.

3. Earth dies!

Yes, you read that right! Earth dies! Earth's body will succumb to the corruption and die. Earth will die, and Lunar, Monty, and the whole family will be absolutely destroyed. Lunar will feel like a monster, Sun will have lost the only other sibling who cared for him and the one who made him realize he's not a bad person and that he does matter, Monty will lose the love of his life and might become the destroyer of worlds like how Golden Freddy said he would if Monty didn't meet the right people, Solar and Moon will have lost the sister they just gained, and Eclipse will have lost his first friend... needless to say, this is the WORST outcome! Lunar would go into hiding, Eclipse, Solar, Moon (And maybe Monty if he doesn't fall into a deep depression) will hunt down Lunar with the Astrals while Sun falls back into his deep depression and this may lead to Dark Sun offering Sun some kinda deal but who knows. Lunar will either be pushed into the hands of Rez and Cetus or will deny them and go into hiding or fight against them like some kind of Rouge star!Lunar.

4. Earth will be fine in like a day or two.

So, remember how Monty said he would go and remake that small red box that F.C. has in his chest and use it to protect them from all the dark star power entities... well, that box can absorb negative star power, and he'll use it on Earth and instantly heal her. (Or the Astrals will purify Earth's body, and she will be fine)

But even though she'll be healed, mentally, she'll be scarred. She almost got killed by one brother, and now she almost got killed again by another one of her brothers. She would be DONE!

She tried to be nice, she tried to be friendly and do the right thing but here we are! She would either leave and stay with Monty forever and rarely visit them or Alternatively leave and go on vacation to get away from them all but her dad will probably come and kidnap her or convince her to come back with him cause she just got backstabbed again by another family member! Whether she'd go with him or tell him to get lost and get kidnapped I don't know? We'll have to see.

Lunar predictions

1. Lunar will go into hiding, i.e... skip town(leave this dimension)

Lunar having just injured the person who cared about him the most and helped him get back on the right track mentally in the very first episode of LAES, Lunar now being hunted by The Astrals, The Dark Astrals, having ruined his relationship with his sister and Gemini he will leave this dimension and go to Eclipse and Puppet's dimension and Lunar will be forced to confront his hatred on Eclipse and the two will probably fight for a bit before coming to some kinda of closure probably with Eclipse apologizing for all the abuse he put Lunar through and Lunar will finally be able to move on and accept what happen and be able to continue his positive training and hopefully make amens with everyone... (If Earth isn't dead)

2. Lunar will become a Dark Astral (reluctantly)

These powers were meant to help Lunar, and now they just hurt his sister! Lunar will be done with all this star power poo and Dark star power poo! But Rez will show up and convince Lunar he's already messed up so much and Earth and the others will probably never want to see him ever again and Lunar at his lowest will believe him and leave to become Dark!Lunar (Think Anikian Skywalker and Emperor Palpatine sort of deal) and it will take maybe months before Lunar sees them all again and he'll be (reluctantly) evil and will be all sad and bad until someone (Maybe Earth, Gemini, or Eclipse) will convince Lunar to come back to the side of light and Lunar will betray Rez and help take him and Cetus down!

3. Lunar will go into hiding... with Gemini!

Turuas is now coming to kill Lunar cause he will see Lunar as a threat (fair, sadly). Gemini will probably try to smooth things over, but Turuas won't listen, and Lunar and Turuas will fight, Turuas will try to kill Lunar, and right before he does Gemini will step in and save him. The two would go into hiding to avoid The Astrals and The Dark Astrals. Now, don't think Gemini will do this out of love they're doing this to save him. Any love for him is out the window! They're only doing this cause they want to save Lunar and try to understand why he did. Not cause they love him! That's out the window right now!

Lunar and Gemini will work together to figure things out and hopefully help Earth (if she's corrupted or dead, and they'll try to purify her or resurrect her.) And try to defeat Cetus, Rez and try to protect themselves (and maybe Earth) from the Astrals.

That's all I think could happen. Let me know what you all think/what you think will happen, but no matter what happens...

It's gonna be a very very sad Thanksgiving and Christmas this year.

Lunar and Earth's relationship may never be the same.

Kat, Davis, Reed, please... DO NOT KILL EARTH!

I WILL BE SO SAD IF YOU DO!

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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CHAPTER FOUR: Mindy’s intervention

Nicholas Alexander Chavez as Dr. Asher Newman

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October 28th

"Okay nerds listen up." Mindy called for the attention of her friends. They were currently sitting on the wooden benches at the student park at Blackmoore. Scarlett sat down between her sister, Tara and Ethan. "As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time..." Mindy trailed off as she adjusted her white crop and sienna jacket. "It's fine. Okay the way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel."

"Uhm, what's a requel?" Anika raised her hand. "You're beautiful, sweetie. Let's hold questions till the end." Mindy instructed her girlfriend. Anika shot her a smile and a nod. "Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college." Sam added. "So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?" Scar asked. "That is one possibility. Hero's now in college: Check. Suspicious new characters brought in..." Mindy gestured over to Ethan. "Hmm?" He hummed confused.

"... to round out the suspect list and/or body count: Check, check and check." Mindy pointed at Quinn, Anika, and Ethan. "I don't like this." Ethan shook his head. "But it can't just be about Stab 2." Mindy continued. "Why not?" Tara asked. "It would makes sense if this were just a sequel. But we're not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore. We're in a franchise! And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise."

"I had a feeling." Sam muttered. "Rule one: Everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings you got to top what came before to keep people coming back." Mindy explained.

"Beheadings?" Chad looked up from the notes he was taking. "Beheadings. Rule two: Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were winy snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities-"

Scarlett looked over at Ethan with a smirk who's eyes widen and looked down at his lap."-you can bet the opposite will be true here. And rule three: No one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It's not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. Oh and that's not even the worst part!" Mindy shook her head.

"This is the part where she tells us the worst part." Chad added. "The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic installments design to boost an IP. Which means main characters are completely expendable now, too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardest, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond, I mean even Luke Skywalker all died so their franchises could live on. That means it's not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam, Scarlett, and Tara."

The three sisters glanced at each other. Great they were on the chopping block more then they already were at this point. "Great" Scar dragged on. "Thats just great." she slowly nodded. "Wait, any of us?" Ethan spoke up. "Yeah." Mindy said. "Am I in the friend group?" Ethan looked around at his friends with a confused look on their faces. How could he not think he was in the friend group? The group thought.

"Yeah." Mindy spoke. "Am I like, one of the targets?" Ethan asked again with more worry in his voice. "Mm-hmm." Mindy nodded. "Am I gonna die a virgin?" The group looked at him, each with a different expression on their faces. Scarlett however just looked confused. Ethan hasn't been a virgin for the past three months. She looked at him and tilted her head. "Wha-" she started to whisper but then just gave up and shook her head.

"Weird overshare, but it brings us to our current suspects: Ethan. The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky." Mindy gestured over towards Ethan. "What?" This time Scarlett's voice was audible. "Okay wait. Why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?" Ethan gestured over towards Chad. "Roommate lotteries can be juked. You could have fixed it to get next to us." Mindy snapped then turned her attention over to Quinn.

"Quinn. The slutty roommate. A horror movie classic." Mindy pursed her lips in a fake kiss motion. "Sex positive. But thank you?" Quinn voiced confused at Mindy's backhand complement. "Mm-hmm. Um, how did you come to live with Sam, Scar and Tara?" Mindy asked. "I answered their ad online." Quinn looked over at the three nodding. "Okay. Say no more. You've already implicated yourself enough."

"It was an anonymous ad, Mindy. And you know we vetted her. Plus, her dad is a cop." Scarlett added. "And that makes it even more likely that she's the killer, because having a cop dad is a great cover. Do you not remember how these movies work, Scarlett?" Mindy's voice started to get louder as her sentence went on. "Is she always like this?" Quinn asked.

"And finally... Anika-" Mindy turned towards her girlfriend who blew Mindy a kiss. "-never trust the love interest." Anika's smile faded. "Okay. So, we have our rules and we have our suspects." Sam started. "But wait What about you guys?" Ethan spoke up. "I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro." Mindy chuckled. "Agreed." added. "Um, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?" Quinn expressed. "She's right though. I mean, face facts. If we're all suspects, you're all suspects." Anika looked at her friends. "Fine. We can be suspects too." Mindy agreed.

"Okay well I have to get to class. I'll see you guys tonight?" Chad grabbed his black book bag from the ground. "Yeah whenever you guys are finished with your classes." Sam informed him. Chad gave her a nod before he started walking off. "Oh wait for me." Anika grabbed her stuff quickly. "Well you guys have fun learning and all that I have some things I have to do." Mindy told her remaining friends. "Oh so you're not coming to class? Kind of suspicious if you ask me." Ethan trailed off.

"Oh shut it virgin I have to make an appointment I booked last week." Mindy flipped him off. "Okay okay." Ethan held his hands up in defense. "You ready to go?" Ethan nudged Scarlett's shoulder. "Go where?" She pulled away from talking with her sisters. "Class." Ethan smiled. "Oh shit, I didn't think they were doing class today." Scarlett grabbed her school bag. "Yeah they got a sub I heard." Ethan stood up from the bench. "Oh okay yeah." Scarlett turned over to her sister. "I'll see you guys later."

"Text me when you're out of class please and when you're home." Sam instructed. Scarlett nodded her head. "Do you think she's going a little overboard?" Ethan asked as they started walking to their destination. "I would, but you weren't there last year. I think she's just being cautious." Scar  shrugged her shoulders. "Do you really think I'm a suspect?" Ethan looked over at her. "I think everyone is. You said it yourself."

"You're right." Ethan sighed. "Virgin?" Scarlett asked. "I don't know. It just sort of slipped. Good way to throw them off track though." Ethan smiled. "I don't think they were ever onto us." Scarlett chuckled. "We'll just in case then."

"Whatever you say babe whatever you say." Ethan looked over at her, she slipped. She never called him those pet names unless they were hooking up.

XXXX

Class was per usual with except with the new sub after Dr. Crane murder last night. Scarlett was going to miss her in all honesty. She was the only teacher here who tried her best to resonate with her students no matter how young or old they were. This new guy now Mr. Newman, granted she was sure he wasn't prepared at all to teach a class today. Honestly judging by his nervousness this might be his first time teaching in front of a class. It was kind of crazy how young he looked for being a professor with a doctorate. Then again Dr. Crane was also in the same boat. She looked ridiculously young.

After a long conversation about how old horror cliques could be linked to mental health Scarlett let out a yawn. She was exhausted after last night. She went to pick up her phone on the desk row in front of her. Dead. How did she forget to charge it after the shower. Scarlett let out a small sigh and then turned her back a bit to look at the clock oh the wall in the back of the class room. About twenty more minutes of class. She went to turn back around when she caught the attention of a curly haired boy whose eyes were already on her before making contact with her own. Scarlett gave him a smile and a wink before turning her attention to the front of the class again.

"Okay guys that's just about wraps us up for today. Thank you for baring with me today and once again, I'm sorry for your loss." Dr. Newman told the class as his conclusion of discussion finishes up. Scarlett started to grab her stuff while trying not to get in the way of any passerby's trying to get out of the row. "Ms. Carpenter, Can I see you for a second." Dr Newman's words caught her attention as Scarlett was starting to leave her row. She walked down the black tiled steps to the front of the classroom. "What can I do for you Dr. Newman?"

"I just wanted to check in with you. I heard you and Dr. Crane were close and you were starting the steps to be her TA." Dr. Newman asked as he leaned against the dark wooded desk. "Oh yeah I was trying to at least. Also thank you, she was my favorite teacher." Scarlett shot him a small smile. "She was one of my favorite colleges. I was going to ask if you would like me to continue the steps with you?" Dr. Newman offered. "Oh yeah that would be great Dr. Newman thank you."

"No need to thank me. I would be thrilled to have you as a TA base off your grades and the notes Laura left." Dr. Newman lifted up the note pad on the desk Laura left behind. "You're staying?" Scarlett asked. "It's looking like it, yes."

"Oh then yeah I would definitely appreciate it. Thank you Dr. Newman." Scar thanked him as she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Please call me Asher, and I won't keep any of your time. Looks like your friend is waiting for you." Scarlett turned around to see Ethan leaning against the wall near the exit with his phone in his hands. However his eyes weren't on the screen, they were on her.

"Well you have a great night." Asher smiled at her. "Yeah you too Dr. Ne-, Asher." Scar corrected herself. She turned around and made her way towards Ethan at the doorway. "Why'd you stay behind?" Scar asked. "I saw that your phone was dead and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to walk home with no battery, in the semi dark while there is someone after you." Ethan explained."You're right. I appreciate it."

"No problem. I texted Sam too and I told her that we are on the way now and your phone died." Ethan put his phone in his blue jeans. "Ahh is this part of your plan now where you kid nap me and end me in a dark alley somewhere?" Scar teased as they started walking down the hallway towards the exit. "You caught me. Can't let you escape." Ethan reached down and grabbed her hand with his own. Scarlett didn't pull away though. They walked hand in hand for the remainder of the time till they hit the front door. Scarlett took out her keys as she unlocked the three locks on the door.

"Where is everyone?" Ethan asked as they entered. "Sam went to go grab Tara from class since you got me, I'm sure. Quinn I think said she was out on a date earlier. I don't really remember." Scar went in her room to set down her bag and plug in her phone. "I need a shower. I just need to rinse the whole day off of me. Do you maybe want to join me?" Scar asked peeping her head out of her room to see Ethan in the living room. "Isn't even a question. Let me put my shoes and stuff in your room." Ethan quickly went over and slipped over his vans in Scarlett's room. Scarlett headed over towards the bathroom and turned on the shower.

[justuraverageweirdo]

Gemini greek myth <3

Heyy TSAMS fandom, so I have a GINORMOUS Greek Mythology obsession, and recently I learned that Castor and Pollux have a Greek myth. I decided I would share the most common of it with you guys because oh my god. It's kind of insane and I'm VERY worried for Castor. Also some of you guys might be able to use it for theory crafting. Let's get to it I guess lmfao. It's under the cut if you're interested

BIRTH

Kastor and Polydeukes, translated in Latin to Castor and Pollux, were the twin sons (yes, sons. Pollux got shot with the woman gun) of Leda, queen of Sparta. In the same night that Tyndareus, King of Sparta and Castor's father, slept with Leda, Zeus (Pollux's father) disguised himself as a swan and had the sexytime with Leda. Due to this, when they were born, Pollux was immortal and Castor was not.

RANDOM MYTHS THAT THEY WERE INVOLVED IN BECAUSE WHY NOT

They joined Melegar on his Calydonian boar hunt

Found the golden fleece with Jason and the Argonauts

Pollux outboxed Amycus, King of the Bebryces

When Helen of Troy (their sister) was abducted by Theseus, the twins brought her back and kidnapped Theseus' mother, Aethra, as revenge.

THE ACTUALLY IMPORTANT PART OF THIS WHOLE ASS THING

At one point, the twins decided to pull a stupid and abducted Pheobe and Hilaira, daughters of Leucippus. The girls twin cousins, Idas and Lynceus (whom they also happened to be betrothed to which to that I say eugh) came to save them. Pollux was the only survivor. Idas managed to murder Castor with his spear, and in retaliation, Pollux killed Lynceus. Idas tried to kill Pollux, who was stopped by Zeus. In order to protect his son, Zeus sent down a lightning bolt and killed Idas.

Now having to face the fact that his brother was dead, Pollux begged Zeus to bring Castor back to life. Zeus told Pollux that he only would do so if Pollux agreed to give up his immortality. Pollux agreed. Zeus then allowed Castor and Pollux to alternate between spending one day in the Underworld and one day on Mount Olympus so they could always be together. Later on, Zeus created the constellation of Gemini as a symbol of their brotherly love.

Now, in the Lunar and Earth show, I'm pretty sure Castor states in their introductory episode that if one of the twins die, the other one dies too. I think it also applies if they are far away from each other for long enough. So I don't know if this information would help, but considering Rez has just started the infection on Earth, I wouldn't be surprised if something did end up happening to Castor. I'm just gonna leave this here for you theorists. Thanks for listening to my deranged ADHD rambling <3

[familylines]

* — isa  briones  .  cis  woman  .  she/her  .  *  |  look,  there  goes  stella  reyes  !  they're  the  twenty six  year  old  i  was  telling  you  about  …  you  know  the  gemini  ?  it's  their  fifth  case  with  the  crew  —  not  counting  the  one  where  she  flawlessly  navigated  the  winchester  mystery  house  without  previously  having  stepped  foot  inside…  originally  from  pittsburgh,  pennsylvania,  let's  hope  their  old-school  planner  full  of  sticky  notes  is  enough  to  protect  them  from  being  trapped  for  an  extended  period  in  darkness.  most  people  know  them  as  level-headed  and  organized,  but  don't  be  surprised  if  their  perfectionistic  side  slips  out  when  the  lights  flicker.  this  time  around,  they're  signed  on  as  the  operations  coordinator,  which  makes  sense  considering  they  spend  most  of  their  time  reading  up  on  their  next  destination  like  their  life  depends  on  it.  if  you  ever  need  them,  try  picturing  an  ever-present  cup  of  coffee  to  power  through  a  long  day,  feeling  a  sense  of  accomplishment  when  crossing  off  an  item  on  a  to-do  list,  knowing  what  the  group  will  need  before  they  can  think  of  it  themselves,  oh  no  this  IS  my  circus  and  those  ARE  my  monkeys, and  putting  out  fires  before  bridges  can  burn  or  whispering  stell  into  the  walkie.  but  beware  —  if  they  don't  answer,  something  else  might. [ playlist. pinterest. ]

basics.

full name: stella althea reyes

nickname(s): stell

birthday / age: may 25 / twenty-six

zodiac: gemini

gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual, demiromantic

relationship status: single

hometown: pittsburgh, pennsylvania

languages: english, filipino (basic)

family: ricardo reyes (father, 68), elizabeth reyes née reynolds (mother, 64), echo reynolds (cousin - missing, would be 36)

history.

stella reyes had a perfectly average childhood.

for the most part.

the only (miracle!) child of a couple of pittsburgh small business owners, her upbringing was idyllic - suburban, white picket fence, middle class. the reyes family took vacations with their extended family, stella excelled in school, and all the while... her cousin, echo reynolds, was charting their own unique path.

unsurprisingly, the reynolds clan disapproved of echo's fascination with all things scary, spooky, occult, and folkloric. stella, though... one too many scary stories from her only cousin during camping trips as a kid and she was hooked. maybe not on the subject matter, but on the way echo described things. the way that she could picture everything so clearly, just from what they were saying. the two were never the closest, especially given how echo was the black sheep of the family and they had a ten year age gap, but at every family function that they were all forced to attend to keep up appearances there was no doubt of where stella would end up.

stella's mother in particular disliked echo, citing her complaints each time family outings came to an end. paranormal influencer. what even was that? to elizabeth reynolds it was a frivolous path with no security - a group of kids playing make believe, talking to the internet like anyone would want to listen. it was not work. and it should be ignored.

stella did not ignore it.

all throughout high school she watched echo's series religiously, doing so as a way to stay close to her cousin who was often too busy to text back. the cases they covered with their crew were entertaining, and at times unbelievable. yet, stella still tuned in week after week.

until there weren't any new episodes. and stella was one of the first in her family to realize that something was incredibly wrong.

how do you process a loss that isn't yet a loss? how do you manage your expectations, keep your hope a barely flickering flame without letting it die out as the years pass?

for stella, the answer was to not process it at all. she kept herself busy, throwing herself into extracurriculars at school, acing every test, and working to get away from the places that were feeling more and more haunted with each passing day.

her perfectionism worked a little too well, and upon graduating from high school she had no shortage of options for her future. she chose the one furthest from home - conveniently the place best aligned with her dreams. her ultimate goal is to work in film - not as a director, but as a producer. she wants to help others bring their visions to life.

so she went to ucla on partial scholarship. she double majored in business (to please her parents) and film (to please herself). she got internships. she graduated. she stuck around. and eventually she got a job as an assistant at a major film studio. sure, the pay was awful and she was treated even worse, but it was a foot in the door, and her unshakeable desire to please people would never have had her think of leaving.

but then she got the text. the echo files. a group desperately in need of an operations coordinator to keep them out of trouble and on track.

to leave your shitty but stable job to go off and do something your parents might just disown you for is insane, right? definitely. it was an instant no. yet she kept coming back to the message, thinking about it while grabbing the twelve coffees of various complexity that she was asked to grab each day. not two weeks later she'd found a subletter, given her notice, and arranged a series of facetimes with her parents to explain her very well thought out reasoning for her decision.

that was five cases ago. it's been a rollercoaster ride ever since.

and more / headcanons.

from a young age stella felt a compulsive need to measure up to expectations. it was never good enough to simply pass a class - she needed to ace it. this was only exacerbated by the semi-loss of her cousin. with no one else in the family to focus their energy on molding, stella needed to be perfect at all times. the fear of disappointing her parents drove her to excel, and turned her into a pathological people pleaser.

a surprising amount of older sibling energy from an only child. the mom friend, without a doubt. she's very much focused on everyone else's issues, and keeps her spiraling to herself.

over prepares. has a binder of Very Important Information - shooting schedules, emergency procedures and contact info, etc, and always makes sure to make friends with the local librarian for easy access to printing. has never met a sticky note she doesn't like. queen of highlighters and color coding and having a very detailed organization system. do NOT mess with her organization system, or there will be consequences (you will receive your fourth favorite soda with your meal instead of your favorite).

always has a beverage - most of the time an iced coffee (in her research into the next town they're going to, she always notes the cafes), sometimes a tea. owala carrier. if it's not in her hands it's in her mary poppins-type bag - a tote that seems to hold everything you could ever need.

when she joined the team, she knew the name was a tribute to her cousin. she had no clue that they’d start in on the path that had led to echo’s disappearance, though. now, she’s eagerly anticipating the moment where they reach the end of the line. maybe it’ll provide her with some answers.

in addition to double majoring in business and film at ucla, she got a minor in marketing - something she’s been putting to use! as operations coordinator she doesn't just take care of permits and location scouting - she creates plans for filming and posting, manages the posting schedule for socials and updates the website, ensures that the content they share is monetization-friendly, and creates updates for patreon.

these days, stella pretends that she doesn’t know much about the supernatural. obviously that’s not the case. everyone in the echo files knows that her cousin was (is?) echo reynolds and that they weren’t the closest before dead air took off, but echo still babysat her when she was a kid.

maybe she just doesn't have the constitution for it (she's soooo practical), but when she enters a notoriously haunted room, it's just a room - a space she needs to figure out how to light and the proper permits for. if the supernatural is real, she doesn't have the talent for detecting it. and thus, deep down, she's left in dangerously skeptical territory. she tries to act as a neutral party within the group, though.

stella’s family truly hates that she’s following in echo’s footsteps. never in her life has she felt like more of a disappointment, but it feels like this is something she has to do. in the eyes of her parents she gave up a promising career in los angeles to gallivant around the country with a group of delusional kids, and they're not wrong, per se. however, after many a discussion (and a powerpoint presentation in which she illustrated how this time and the platform she was building tied in directly with her life plan), they've reluctantly come around.

in that presentation, stella made it clear that working with the echo files is not all fun and games. for stella specifically, it’s probably 75% not fun, actually. she tied in a lot of the concepts she learned as a business major, making sure they knew that this is a legitimate business venture. after all, a lot of work goes into herding cats, and hers love to cause trouble. any future job that asks about her crisis management skills are in for a treat of an answer.

[chronic-escapixt]

His Rose ~ Part 2

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, smut, innocence kink, mutual attraction, slow burn, manipulation, childhood trauma mentioned. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.7k

K.P. Masterlist

Burning candles lined each side of the table where Rose and Kai sat across from each other with a map between them. He suggested they use Portland, Oregon as a starting point to locate the ascendant. He told her it was the hometown of the Gemini leader. He lifted the dagger and dragged the jagged edge across his palm to draw blood before dripping it on the map. In turn, Rose started the incantation: “Phasmatos Tribum, Nas Ex Veras, Sequitas Sanguinem…”

He watched, waiting for the location to reveal itself but nothing happened. Even the flames kept a consistent burn, failing to rise as they should in reaction to magical energy. She continued the chant, her voice wavering until he stopped her. “What are you thinking about right now?” he asked.

“I don’t know… I just don’t want to mess this up.” 

“That’s your problem. If you keep imagining yourself failing, then that’s what will manifest in your spells. Magic draws on your energy and emotions.” She nodded and took a deep breath to settle her nerves before beginning again. The crimson droplets twitched before they conjoined into one surging arrow as the candle fire erupted into a light roar. Rose peaked down at the map. “Keep going. You’re almost there.”

She continued until the blood gathered in one spot, the candle flames dying out in unison. “Oh. my. god. It worked…” she whispered as soon as her eyes opened.

“Don’t sound so shocked. You’re a Bennett witch. You know, my coven has a long history with Bennetts. Your magic has to be one of the most powerful of any coven, that’s why they seal prison worlds with it.” He searched her eyes, detecting insecurity, “you doubt yourself too much.”

Her face warmed, but she didn’t avert her eyes from his. “Thank you.. for the advice.” 

“Don’t mention it.”

Without wasting time, they got on the road to Oregon, with Kai taking the first turn behind the wheel. After only half an hour on the road the silence unnerved him, prompting him to strike up a conversation.

“You never told me how you ended up here.” He glanced at her.

“The truth is, my sister Bonnie was supposed to, not me. Her life was bound to the Other Side but it was falling apart and I couldn’t sit back and let her die... again.”

“So, you sacrificed yourself for her?”

“Yeah.. I guess I did. I was looking for any way to help, then this spell practically fell into my lap. It let me switch places with her and time was running out so… I just did it.”

Confusion contorted his face “But why?”

She turned sharply, “Because she’s my sister and she always puts everyone before herself, especially me. But more than that, she’s the smartest and most beautiful person I know. If anyone deserves life, it's her,” she frowned, “if I had more time, I would have told her that.”

He wanted to ask more questions because truthfully, the idea of loving someone, let alone a sibling that much was.. odd, but he saw how emotional it made her, so he went the reassuring route. "You can tell her everything you need to when we get you back home."

She nodded.

After a day and a half, it neared midnight when they arrived in Portland. Rose snored softly beside him having been asleep for the better part of an hour. Kai took over the last stretch of driving, glad that she was sleeping so he wouldn’t have to pretend to follow the map. He didn’t need the locator spell in the first place. The ascendant was exactly where he left it. The spell was a test that showed him she had the ability to do magic. Her low confidence and inconsistency could be an obstacle but he hoped that wouldn't be an issue come the eclipse.

They pulled up to a large white house at the end of a gravel road surrounded by a modest expanse of field and woodland. He nudged her awake before they got out and approached the house.

“The ascendant is here?” she asked, staring back at the facade.

“The spell led us to this address,” he confirmed.

An odd feeling took hold of her. Maybe it was dread, but she couldn’t quite place it. Whatever it was left her feet stationary at the cobblestone just before the porch steps. “Rose… Roseee, are you.. coming?”

She nodded and followed him, pushing down the indiscernible feeling.

Little did she know, this place had unpleasant memories for many, especially those familiar with its bloody history. Having grew to befriend his demons, Kai found a twisted comfort with the place that nurtured them through a childhood of abuse and depravation.

They searched the house together, starting with the ground floor and moving deeper until they reached the study. Her eyes locked onto the brown trunk against the far wall. She removed the heavy grimoires stacked on top and fumbled with the lock.

“I have a feeling it’s in here but the trunk is locked,” she stated. Kai searched the desk, opening drawers until he found a small key. He crouched down beside her and put the key in the lock, turning until the subtle click sounded. She reached inside, pulling out a circular piece of metal with a small reflective crystal in the center. 

Before the night ended, Kai brought her down to the nearby caverns which he said would be an ideal location to access direct moonlight for the spell. Rose followed in silent awe, tracing her fingers along the granite walls that glistened in hues of blue. They stopped below the skylight which granted direct access to the moon above. “It’s beautiful,” she remarked breathlessly. He turned to her, immediately noticing the way her eyes sparkled, taking on a silvery color in place of their usual hazel hue. Her gaze met his just before he could look away and pretend he wasn’t staring.

“We should head back and get some rest. It’s been a long day,” he finished with a stretch and a yawn. 

Bubbles rose to the surface as he topped her glass with Pinot Grigio. Kai insisted she relax while he made dinner in exchange for the meal she made him the other night. She complied despite her desire to help, not only because she knew her way around a kitchen but also just to be close to him. His energy, his scent, the slightest physical contact gave her full body goosebumps.  

Sip after sip had her inhibitions waning until her eyes shamelessly traced his body, the contour of his back, the ever moving muscles that bulged along his arms as he worked with his hands. He was saying something, but it all faded into the background. His broad shoulders were strained by his tight t-shirt, sleeves clinging to his biceps. She silently thanked him for taking off that hoodie before cooking. He poured some wine into the hot pan before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a generous sip.

She watched with baited breath.

He swallowed then turned to her suddenly, “Do you like shellfish?”

“Yes!” She blurted out loud. If her face could get any hotter it would have, “I mean, yeah… shellfish is fine,” she murmured quietly. Kai turned back to the stove, stifling a chuckle.

They ate a shrimp pasta with a white wine reduction and finished off the bottle of Pinot. Perhaps it was the wine or the way he looked at her like she was the most interesting person alive but she felt open enough to tell him all about her life back in Mystic Falls.

Although he liked to talk, Kai was attentive to her stories, vampires, love-triangles, originals and travelers. He took particular interest when she mentioned a pair of twins, Liv and Luke Parker. “Bonnie met Liv in her occult studies class. She’s really powerful. She gave me a few lessons in channeling.”

Kai looked up from his wine glass, “what about the guy... Luke?”

Rose thought for a second, “Oh, I only met him once. He was nice and I heard he was even more powerful than Liv.”

As the meal wrapped up, he asked if she enjoyed it. “It was delicious. Where did you learn to cook like this?” 

He chuckled. “I’ve had to cook for myself for almost 20 years now, so I’ve picked up a few things along the way.” 

“How did you do it? Spending so many years alone without anyone to talk to must have been difficult,” she inquired.

Kai offered a strained smile, “Loneliness isn’t new to me. I've always been by myself for as long as I can remember.” 

“Why?” she asked. 

“My dad kept me away from my family. He said I was an abomination. In his defense, I’m not like other witches in my coven.. I can’t make my own magic. I can only siphon it from others. Ever since I was little, he forced me to stay away from everyone else or face whatever punishment he felt like doling out. Early on, I wanted to be around them, but I quickly realized it was safer to just stay to myself.”

“Kai, that’s horrible. He couldn't be more wrong about you.”

He raised his hand, “If I touched you right now, I could siphon your magic right out of your body. Doesn’t that scare you?” 

Rose stared back unwavering, “I’m not afraid of you.” She closed the distance between their hands brushing her fingers against his. “I trust you and I’d let you have some if you asked, I'm not that good with magic anyway.” 

For the first time, she did something he didn't expect. He could almost get lost in her soft touch and genuine eyes but couldn’t afford to. Reminding himself of his plan in which her purpose did not include making him vulnerable. His hand slid away and he rose from the table.

“I should get started on the dishes.” 

“I’ll help you,” she chirped after him. 

“No-no, I got it,” he insisted. 

She frowned, suddenly noticing his mood change. Whether she had crossed a boundary she wasn't supposed to or the topic of his childhood made him uncomfortable (or both), she didn't push it any further, hoping that by giving him space, he would feel more at ease and open up to her about his past but clearly, that wouldn't happen tonight. Rose stood up and said goodnight before heading upstairs.

[fadeintolight]

Thank youu @evilovesyou for the tag!!! and the influence, im back on my lathums cleaning routine shit.

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2) What is your gender?

3) Describe yourself

4) How do you feel?

5) If you could go anywhere, where would it be?

6) Who is/describe your best friend:

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8) If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?

9) What is life to you?

10) Relationship status?

11) What do you fear?

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𓂃˖ ࣪ 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔟𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤

˚₊‧꒰ა @articmoth ☆ sam winchester ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆˙⟡ where leo, aries, leo meets taurus, virgo*, capricorn. ⟡˙⋆

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ꔛ. meeting each other,

✧ what’s the most likely way for you two to meet?

you're probably mid-monster mess, stuck in some backwoods motel, chasing a clue. you might even be tracking the same thing—just from very different angles. he’s quiet, professional, already three steps ahead. you barge into the picture with your leo double sun-moon confidence and he doesn’t know whether to be impressed or roll his eyes.

✧ are you a hunter or a civilian?

you’re not a hunter, not exactly. but you’re curious, clever, a little too bold for your own good. maybe you’ve seen something you shouldn’t, maybe you’ve already started connecting dots. you're a civilian with a sharp mind and a dangerous lack of fear, and sam can’t help but feel responsible for you—even if you didn’t ask for it.

✧ what’s his first impression of you?

he thinks you're intense. a bit reckless. maybe too loud, too bright, but magnetic as hell. his capricorn moon doesn’t trust your fire at first, but his venus in gemini? oh, she’s intrigued. he sees the layers. the quick wit behind the charm. and suddenly he wants to know everything you’re not saying out loud.

ꔛ. friendship compatibility,

✧ how would the friendship be like?

you’re the one dragging him into situations he’d normally say no to. he’s the one dragging you out before you blow something up. he stabilizes you, and you unstick him from his own mind. you're laughter and chaos. he’s depth and patience. but somehow, it clicks—like two puzzle pieces that don’t match at first glance but lock in just right.

✧ how would it begin?

probably through necessity. you’re stuck together for a case. he saves you, you save him back. you argue, then bond over late-night coffee and shared trauma. it’s reluctant respect at first, then affection laced with banter. he starts looking for excuses to call you. you start showing up “just in case he needs backup.”

✧ quirks and fun things about it:

✶ you tease him mercilessly for being a nerd. ✶ he calls you out when you get dramatic. ✶ he reads to you when you can’t sleep. ✶ you make him playlists with titles like “existential dread but sexy” and he pretends to be annoyed. but he listens. over and over again.

ꔛ. romantic compatibility,

✧ are you compatible? is there a chance for friendship to develop into more?

yes, but it’s complicated. your fire (leo + sag placements) wants passion, play, and praise. his taurus sun + cap moon wants stability, loyalty, and silence. your love is loud, his is quiet. but if you both lean in—if you stop performing and he stops retreating—you’ll find a rhythm. and when you do? it’s ride or die.

✧ what type of relationship would it be?

emotional intimacy with fire under it. sam would be your safe place, your calm in the chaos. and you’d be his joy, his reason to laugh again. you’d challenge him, inspire him. he’d anchor you, protect you. it’s the kind of relationship that’s slow to start but impossible to stop once it begins. your biggest fights? silence vs. expression. but your makeups? holy hell.

✧ what are your love languages according to the charts?

✶ you: words of affirmation, quality time, touch. you need to feel wanted, heard, hyped up.

✶ sam: acts of service, deep conversation, consistency. he shows up. he remembers. he listens better than anyone ever has. but he may not say “i love you” out loud unless you pull it out of him.

ꔛ. scenario, ₊˚⊹౨ dynamic snapshot ৎ ₊˚⊹

he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, fingers laced, eyes on the floor. you’re pacing, ranting, heat rolling off you in waves.

“you could’ve died, sam,” you snap. “you should’ve told me.”

he looks up, slow and steady. “you would’ve run into the fire to get me out.”

you freeze.

he stands, steps closer. “i know you. you care too much. you love too loud.” he cups your face, thumb brushing your cheek. “and i love you quiet. but i do love you.”

the silence hums like electricity. your hand curls around his wrist. “say it louder next time.”

he smiles—soft, a little broken. “i’ll try.”

and somehow, that’s enough.

ꔛ. overall, score : 8.3 / 10

this match is solid, emotional, surprising. you're bold, expressive, and crave connection. sam is loyal, grounded, and deep as the ocean—but he’s not always easy to read. at times, you'll feel like you're burning for someone made of stone. and he’ll feel overwhelmed by how much you need to be seen, validated, adored. but you can teach him to speak love. and he can teach you that silence doesn’t always mean absence.

this is the love that grows. the love that surprises you. the love that feels like a quiet fire under your ribs.

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* since the birth time of sam hasn't ever been mentioned, I've placed him as a virgo rising, since it's the sign that makes more sense to me.