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flashbangstars · 2 months

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Domestically, Painfully, Loving.

Pairing: Renjun x Female Reader wc: 2.5k+

Summary: You and Renjun have been roommates for the past two years and apparently the roommate dynamic you thought you had was not very roommate-y

Genre: suggestive, fluff, he and MC are painfully domestic.

Warnings: suggestive at the end/mentions of sex (like I literally just say sex a lot)

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It was for sure one of those mornings. You didn’t wake up to any of your alarms, your windows were drawn, and your bed was too warm to get out of. The thought of skipping the 9 am you had was now in bright bold letters in the forefront of your brain and honestly seemed like the move.

Then all of a sudden I hear this grating voice…. Just kidding it’s just Renjun. You hear him shuffling around in the hallways outside dangerously close to your door. You both had sworn to not lock your doors if it was a regular night because He had claimed it was a safety hazard.

You heard the door knob jingle, and then devastatingly open to Him in all his glory. He was fully dressed minus shoes and had the annoyed look he usually carries when you piss him off.

“It is almost 8:00 and if you don’t get up you’re going to miss your class,” He said sternly as he invited himself into your room and went to your closet

“I think I might just take the L on this one and miss it” you yawned and rolled over turning your back to him.

“No, and please don’t ever say “take the L” in front of me ever again,” Renjun said as he dug through your closet.

“Sorry, Your Highness” your voice strained as you slumped over in bed attempting to get up.

“I put clothes on your chair, I’m giving you 20 minutes and then we are leaving,” He said as he grabbed your wrists pulling you the rest of the way out of bed. Leaving you to your own devices after.

Renjun and you had lived together for 2 years now and this was the dynamic. Renjun helped you keep your shit together, and simultaneously you helped him not lose his. A perfect balance.

On your desk chair was a white sweatshirt and matching white sweatpants. One of the sets you had invested in after Renjun had introduced you to the world of “nice sweats” and on top of the sweat suit was a black sports bra from your dresser. There weren’t a lot of boundaries between you at this point, to be honest.

After changing you trudged into the bathroom where he was standing finishing his hair. Nudging him with your hip to move you slid in closer to the outlet of your hair. Renjun grabbed your hair into a ponytail and pulled it off your neck.

“I think you should wear your hair in a claw clip, it shows off your neck” You blinked at both of your reflections in the mirror with zero energy to fight him, nodding in agreement. Renjun then grabs the brush from the side brushing your hair out, and then twisting it into the claw clip.

“Alright there you go,” Renjun said patting your hip, moving you out of his way to finish his hair.

“I already ordered coffee so we gotta go soon, go put your shoes on, and do the Jordan's not the Converse,” Renjun ordered you around as he blow-dried his hair.

Finishing the multiple tasks he gave you, you were now standing at the door waiting for him to come escort you to the kitchen like a goddamn kindergartener to school. Now joining you in the entryway putting his shoes on. He was wearing a pair of loose-fit jeans and a white button-up on top of a T-shirt.

This contrast between you two is crazy.

You two both lived a very domestic life. When you had moved in together you strikingly got along really well. Renjun had slowly but surely worked himself to be at the forefront of important people in your life. He was just a very considerate person in his way and it showed with those he cared about….which you just happened to be!

Does he dress you up like a little doll sometimes.. yes! And like who doesn’t like that shit, domesticity in a household is like crack to weak-minded, and hey bitch.. I am the weak-minded.

Getting to campus you departed from Renjun and walked towards the lecture. Finding your spot in the auditorium and going to your friends who have saved it for you.

“Good morning darling, look who showed up today” Giselle nudged your shoulder laughing,

“And look! Her boyfriend got her coffee, god bless the lovely couple” Karina traced her finger along the big RENJUN written on the side of your coffee cup.

“Oh shut up, he’s not my boyfriend. He just buys the coffee in the morning” You shrugged taking a sip. Putting your coffee down meeting eyes with your two best friends silently staring at you with their eyebrows knit.

“What do you mean he isn’t your boyfriend” Giselle asked voice flat

“Renjun is not my boyfriend… we just live together,” You said again confused as to why you were being questioned.

“Y/n are you kidding….?” Karina spoke up over Giselle’s shoulder sharing the same confused look “I watched you two hold hands the other day while walking home, like clasp your fucking fingers and hold hands” Gisele gripped Karina’s hand to demonstrate.

“Yeah because I was tired and need to keep up with him while we were walking he’s fast for a little guy” you explain trying to mediate whatever the fuck was now happening

“Oh, you poor poor girl” Karina now pushing herself fully into the conversation “y/n people do not act like that with people who they aren’t dating plus you two live together… you do know that everyone thinks you two are dating right?”

You felt your hole clench at that statement. Hole clench, toe curl, and heart drop. “What do you mean people think we are dating..?” Your voice sounded more pathetic than you wanted it to be.

“Y/n you two are probably two of the most domestic people I know, I watched you and Renjun hug for a solid two minutes yesterday and then he fixed your hair after. Who the fuck does that. Other than two people who are having painfully loving sex?” She asked.

You two weren’t having painfully loving sex! Neither of you were having sex! You would know, the walls are thin.

“But we aren’t having painfully loving sex” you pouted still confused

“And that’s fucked up for you, and your vagina!” Karina rubbed your shoulder.

“Be honest with yourself Y/n would you have painfully loving sex with Renjun if you had the chance?” Giselle asked

And just like that, your world fucking crashed in. Because you WOULD! You would have painfully loving earth-shattering war of worlds universe colliding sex with Renjun! Your body was in a sense of shock and you felt your eyes stuck open wide at the sudden realization you would bone your roommate and would maybe like to be in a grossly domestic relationship with him.

“I think we broke her” Karina waved her hand in front of your face and snapped.

“I think I have a crush on Renjun” you whispered in disbelief.

“Substantial realizations here before 9 am ladies and gentlemen” Giselle clapped as if your now mental breakdown was an achievement.

“I think I need to go home right now and I think I need to go rethink everything that has happened to me for the past two years,” You said in a frantic whisper as you packed the rest of your things and left the lecture hall 5 minutes before class was supposed to start. Ignoring what Karina and Giselle were saying trying to get you to pause your mental breakdown and sit back down for geology

Fuck geology I'm having a crisis!

Speed walking out of the lecture hall it still felt like you had a cold bucket of water dumped on you, and then someone pushed you down a flight of stairs too. How had you not realized you had a crush on him? You two did almost everything together, you did almost everything together!!!!

Turning the corner and stopping dead in your tracks making eye contact with the devil himself, renjun. His eyes widened at first meeting yours, and then brows furrowed in confusion. You had two choices right now; run away OR admit defeat and face him. Running away seemed like the best option but you would have to face him later that night at the apartment and currently with the realization you were going through, you didn’t want to have to face him to explain why you ran away.

The familiar pair of brows excused himself from his friends and walked up to you with a look of concern painting his features.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in science right now? Where are you going” he asked, the worry evident in his voice. Making your stomach twist into knots.

“I uh.. don’t feel great so I think I’m just going to raincheck on classes today” you spoke not making eye contact with him once. Your eyes thought immediately shooting to meet his as he rested his hand on your forehead, and then slowly moved it to cup your cheek.

“You do feel a bit warm” his voice was still laced with concern. Your face was warm, but that was due to the fact you were screaming on the inside from your roommate caressing your face to see if you were sick. “I don’t have a lecture for another 30 minutes but I can miss it I’ll take you home!” Renjun said and reached to grab your wrist to drag you towards his car.

your wrist was tingling from the contact, and the thought of mind-blowing sex was now on the forefront of your conscious “NO *cough* no! I am fine, I’m going to take the bus and probably stop for some…tea! On the way home”

You don’t drink tea.

His hand released your wrist and he scanned your face skeptically. “You don’t drink tea though”

fUCK!

“Well, I just figured a good time to start! Being sick and all! *cough cough* wow! Okay well, I’m gonna go I will see you later!” Your sentence slowly lost control towards the end, you turned around and booked it to the bus stop, not even turning to see if he said bye or was still looking.

It had been 2 years of you two living together, how did you just realize now? And people already thought you two were dating? Does everyone think we fucked?

Does he think we are dating??

Does Renjun think we are dating?

You two do regular roommate stuff, He literally dressed you this morning and did your hair… HE DRESSED YOU AND DID YOUR HAIR. Oh holy fuck oh god oh what the fuck

Were you two dating? We we dating???

As soon as you got home from the bus you paced the living room for a good 45 minutes trying to rethink the last two years and what may have been perceived as you two dating, and so far there was a lot.

Renjun and you frequently hold hands, you both purposely created school schedules that ended and started around the same time each other, and you have both met each other’s families. The list fucking continues.

To be quite honest you weren’t sure what the reality was at all now. Renjun’s class ended at 12 and it was 12:15 so he would be home any minute.

The lock clicked and you watched as the door opened to Renjun, Walking in and smiling at you.

“How are you feeling? You ran away before I asked you anything else” He asked as he took his shoes off, but continued to hold eye contact, returning to that same look he had earlier when you had sold the idea of you being sick.

Ripping the bandaid off you said it

“Are we dating?” The question sounded like a scream in the quiet apartment.

Renjun paused and stood back up

“If that is what you wanna call it..?” He said shrugging

What do you mean ‘if that is what you wanna call it’

“Wait.. so you thought we were dating?” Your body began to tense at the prospect of you not being aware of your relationship status for the past two years

Renjun looked away like he was thinking and tilted his head “Well no… But I don’t act the way I act with you with anyone else, I just figured we weren’t putting a label on anything” He said walking closer to you and sitting on the couch in front of you “You haven’t seen anyone, and haven’t expressed that interest in doing so and neither have I and to be very fair quite literally everyone thinks we are dating” he laughed at his last part of his sentence as you were melting into a small puddle in the middle of your living room.

“Oh” was the only word able to make it out of your mouth as your state of shock had taken over your entire body.

“I mean we already live together, it would honestly be quite convenient for us to be dating” Renjun added seemingly unaware of the turmoil you were still in.

“But Karina said that we look like a couple who has painfully loving sex, and we aren’t having painfully loving sex though! We haven’t even kissed!” Did you whine at your roommate-boyfriends? Non-chalantness about the topic.

“Well, we can. It doesn’t define a relationship, but if painfully loving sex is what you want then we can make it happen” His voice garnered a new lilt to it as soon as the prospect of coochie became a distant goal

‘Hold on PLEASE I’m so lost” You threw your arms up in surrender now confused as to what you had gotten yourself into. “So you are actually into me?” You questioned

“Yes, very” well damn.

“Oh okay, well yeah me too” you responded

“Sick,” He said as he began to take his shirt off.

“WOAH” the screech leaving your mouth before you could catch it

“Painfully loving sex remember?” He said as he moved across the living room to grab you by the waist. “Would you be interested in some painfully loving sex, and for me to be your boyfriend officially?” His thumbs rubbed circles into your hips as he asked.

Now your coochie was for sure in the mix, as much as you wanted to scream and claw at him like a feral animal, you kept it in.

“That would be very nice yes! And yes I would love that” you decided to say instead.

His hands traveled from where they sat on your hips and landed under your thighs, picking you up and your legs clasping around his waist. And your hands made it to both sides of his his face bringing his lips to yours.

It felt like two years of sharing beds and dangerously domestic actions all culminating in this sloppy kiss. His teeth teased your bottom lip and took it with him gently when he pulled away and then released. Your chest heaving from the lack of air, and your face red from the situation you were in

“My room or yours.”

Hello! here is the entry for Renjun, It's not one of my favorites but I liked the plot! lmk who you want next!

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mikeysw1fey · 9 months

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treatment

this is a request linked here

pairing: mikey madison x female reader

warnings: fluff honestly and a sad mikey for a second.

a/n: l i stg mikey is the cutest human being to walk this earth. i would chop off my limb to hug her.

“Fuck you Amber, I’m not the fucking killer.” Sonia screams, the camera setting up perfectly beside her figure as she acts out her character, Liv. My face scrunches into a frown for my character, eyeing Liv’s bloody hands as Amber aka Mikey sighs. “I know.” She pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger before the directors call out the three letter word everyone was waiting for.

“Cut. Good day today guys. So happy with the work you all put into the scene. Head back to the hotel and rest cause we have a busy day tomorrow.” The directors shout from their seats off screen. I nod towards them and hurry off my tape marked spot and move towards Mikey who talks with Jenna.

“Hey.” I smile ghosting my hand over Mikeys lower back, her lips turning up in a smile as she tilts her head up at me. “Hi, you ready to go?” She asks. My heart melts as her eyes widen looking so innocent. “Yeah, let’s go. See ya tomorrow Jen.” I wave at the woman who raises her eyebrows suggestively and gestures between Mikey and I as Mikey turns away.

It was no secret that Mikey and I had a thing. We hadn’t labeled it exactly but I knew she was mine and I was hers. I mean the whole cast knew this and they were on our asses trying to get us to ask the question. And I will… eventually… when I get the courage. Of course it didn’t help that whenever I went onto instagram it would be edits of Mikey and I doing our interviews together.

“You tired?” I ask glancing down at the woman who shakes her as she stares back at me. “Not tired enough that I can’t hang out in your room for a while.” She replies as we arrive at the hotel.

“Alright but know if you fall asleep I’m not carrying you back to your room.” I laugh and nudge her side.

…….

The next morning I wake up to a weight on top of me. Rubbing my eyes, I glance down and smile at the sight of Mikeys head resting on my stomach, her arms wrapped around my waist as she sleeps. Obviously we had both fallen asleep the night before and Mikey hadn’t gone back to her room… not that I was complaining.

“Mikey, hey, we gotta get up now or we’ll be late.” I run my hands through her hair causing her to stir slightly. “Mm sometimes I hate this job.” She sighs burying her head further into my stomach. “Your tickling me.” I laugh squirming slightly under her hold. “Now come on lazy.” I chuckle gently pulling her up. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming.” She groans.

Two hours later and we had arrived at set together, ignoring the teasing from our cast mates as we headed to the makeup tent. Mikey was quiet, weirdly quiet, causing me to worry slightly as I gripped her hand tighter pulling her slightly closer to me.

“You ok?” I whisper placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Mikey smiles at the action before nodding. “Yeah.” Her voice is slightly deflated and I frown but I can’t say anything as she quickly cups my cheek and walks away to her stylist.

…….

“Oooh Tara where are you? You can’t hide from me forever.” I coo menacingly, a malicious smirk stamped on my face as I stalk towards a prop wardrobe and stab my knife against the door hoping to impale anyone in there.

“Ok and cut. Nice work Jenna and Y/N. Take a minute and have some lunch before we continue.” The directors grin.

Just as I turn to Jenna to complain about having to wear the ghostface costume in this heat Jasmin runs up to me. “Mikey’s crying. Or like really close to it. You should probably come see.” Jasmins rather panicked, her forehead creased and eyebrows narrowed. My eyes widen at the news and I nod rushing towards where Jasmin points without so much as a bye.

I approach Mikeys trailer, her door slightly open as Melissa sits inside with Mikey, her hand on Mikeys back. “Hey look Y/Ns here.” Melissa grins and Mikeys head snaps up, eyes rather red and swollen. “No no, please go you can’t see me like this.” I freeze slightly unsure if she really wanted me to go or not.

Melissa stands up and gives me a look that says don’t you dare leave her before she walks out the trailer and closes the door behind her.

“Hey what’s wrong?” I whisper, crouching in front of Mikey who inhales deeply and shakes her head. “I hate that question.” She half laughs half sobs as she buries her head in her hands. I laugh gently before pulling her hands from her face. “Well can you answer it for me?” Mikey scrunches her nose. “I’m not sure what the answer is. I think I just got a little overwhelmed. It’s silly.” She sighs and looks away from me as tears fall down her cheeks.

“It’s not silly to feel overwhelmed. I know I feel overwhelmed all the time, it’s normal ok? It is silly though, to think I’m gonna think of you any differently seeing you like this.” I whisper moving to cup Mikeys cheeks, my thumbs wiping away the tears that sit there.

Mikey hums in agreement. “I feel so stupid though. I’m sorry you had to come here for nothing.” She smiles sadly glancing at the floor. My fingers find their way under her chin tilting it up so she can look at me. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I came because I wanted to make sure you were ok. Because I care about you. So much in fact that when your feeling better I want to ask you to be my girlfriend.” I grin feeling a blush fall on my cheeks as Mikeys eyes widen.

“It took you long enough. Well when I’m feeling better I will say yes.” She sniffs slightly. Silence encompasses us for a minute as we gaze at one another, her eyes drifting from my lips to my eyes mirroring my own actions.

“Funny, I think I’m feeling better now.” She whispers, her face moving closer to my own. I hum in acknowledgement and raise an eyebrow. “Yeah? I’m very happy for you.” I reply using the same soft tone. It’s Mikeys turn to hum in acknowledgment, her eyes lingering on my lips.

Leaning forward slightly my lips ghost over her own, both our breathing hitching slightly. “Hurry up.” She whispers which is all the encouragement I need as I press my lips against hers. She tastes salty from her tears but I don’t care as I pull her even closer, her small frame finding comfort on my thighs. Goosebumps erupt down my back as her hands run up and down my spine.

Pulling back I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips at Mikeys flushed face. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting that.” I breathe, my hands remaining locked behind her neck. Mikey chuckles and shakes her head. “I hope this is the kind of treatment I get every time I feel overwhelmed.” She sighs falling against my chest. I nod and close my eyes, finally feeling content and praying she can’t hear my heartbeat increase.

…….

Finally Mikey and I were official, the cast and crew congratulating us as we told them a few days after the incident. We intended to keep our relationship private from fans for now, but considering all the rumours surrounding the two of us anyway it didn’t change much. I didn’t care though. I was happy. Mikey was happy. And that’s all that really matters.

bonus:

“Mikey. Mikey. Y/Ns hurt. Come quick.” Jenna’s voice echoes through the set as she darts around trying to find Mikey.

“Oh shit, I’m coming.” Mikey drops her plate of food on the nearest surface and rushes after Jenna finding me splayed out on the floor in my ghostface outfit, my face sliced and dried blood littering my cheeks.

“Help, I’m in need of some special treatment.” I open one eye and smirk at Mikey who rolls her eyes, a smile adorning her perfect face.

“You scared me. That makeups looking too real oh my.” Mikey crouches down beside me placing a quick kiss on my lips. “Your an idiot, you know that?” She sighs watching the blush rush to my cheeks. I blink innocently. “But I’m your idiot.”

#scream5 #wlw post #lesbian #scream #jenna ortega #mikey madison #amber freeman #mikey x reader #mikey madison x female reader #jasmin savoy brown #sonia ammar

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arueternity · 6 days

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Vessel's ABC's

PAIRING - Vessel x reader, Vessel x polyves (Briefly mentioned)

WARNING - NSFW! Mentions of breeding kink, sexual piercings, cum play, overstimulation

AUTHOR'S NOTE - Hello my lovies! I've been sitting on this for a while now, I thought it would be best to slowly start doing headcanons and blurbs to work myself back into writing. I hope yall enjoy!

WORD COUNT - 1,177

Master List

❥ A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

➛ As soon as the both of you cum, he’s kissing your face softly praising you for how good you did for him. ➛ Always gets up and gets you some of your favorite snackies and drinks, will gently rub your back while you eat.

❥ B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

➛ His? He loves his stomach, cannot tell me otherwise. Why else would he always have it on display? ➛ Yours? Your eyes, he loves to stare into them as he’s gently rubbing your sides pulling you closer.

❥ C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

➛ Haha he paints you pretty with his cum, purposely pulling out just to cum on either your hole or face. ➛ Pretty boy also will crave your cum, please give it to him or he’ll beg

❥ D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

➛ Creepy and dirty? Yes please. ➛ Has stalked his partners, still means he has seen you masturbate, watching the way you pleasure yourself. Yeah so when yall do fuck, he knows how to please you.

❥ E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

➛ Fairly experienced. He has had multiple partners in the past, and considering he has multiple now, I’d say he knows what’s going on.

❥ F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

➛Our boy is a romantic man, he’ll take you from behind in a spooning position. He’ll wrap his hand around your throat while pulling you back, kissing you while hooking one of your legs over his hips. Yeah...

❥ G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

➛ Pretty serious in the moment. He can sometimes crack a joke when he can tell you’re struggling.

❥ H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

➛ Very neatly trimmed. He loves his happy trail and thinks it’s enjoyable when you run your hands down it to grab his cock

❥ I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

➛ It’s intense but it varies on the scene y’all have set. ➛ Can be very romantic and loving when yall are making love. Sweet kisses and gentle touches ➛ But he can also fuck you till you’re crying and begging for him to stop.

❥ J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

➛ Sweet boy barely gets time to Jack off and empty his balls. He’s always so stressed out with the band and then having to deal with Sleep. ➛ But when he does it's because he away from you, he’s touching himself slowly, dipping his hand into his pants, biting his lip to stop the breathy moan...

❥ K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

➛ I’ll give you the top kinks... ➛Ownership. He loves to feel like he owns someone like they need him. ➛ Breeding kink. Gods the man just wants to put a baby in you even if you can’t carry it. ➛ Dare I say.. daddy kink? Just the reaction to you calling him daddy.. think about it.

❥ L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

➛ Woods. Yup, he loves the woods the most. Loves taking you near where all the offers are given. Offering YOU up like the finest treat to Sleep...

❥ M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

➛ Gotta say his biggest turn-on might be your support. He feels safe and loved with you around.. it just makes his cock unbelievably hard for you. ➛ Bonus: if you are into it, seeing you wear a collar with his name on it.

❥ N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

➛ Public sex. I don’t see him being the type to take you in front of people yall don’t know. He likes to keep that separate and away from the fans

❥ O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

➛ REALLY likes receiving it, I mean openingly moaning, pulling you closer by the back of your neck, face fucking you. Loves it so fucking much. ➛ Will give it but always takes more than what you offer. Pushing you into overstimulation as his mouth just works over you…like I said, he really likes your cum

❥ P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

➛ It can vary but most of the time even when it’s a rough dirty fuck in the back of the bus, he likes to go slow… Takes his time to feel you wrapped around him while he drags moan after moan out of you.

❥ Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

➛ “Quickie” you say… he doesn’t do fast fucks. Yes, he’ll take you when he needs you but he likes to savor your taste and your pleasure.

❥ R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

➛ He doesn’t like to risk his identity being shown, so nothing like public stuff. ➛ Will try new things as long as it’s discussed beforehand. Safety matters in his eyes.

❥ S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

➛ Forgive me god for I have sinned. ➛ You CANNOT tell me he doesn’t last for hours!! Of course, he’ll cum but he’ll get right back at it!! ➛ Have you seen the way he’s always on stage singing? And he goes to the gym? He knows he can fuck for a while so buckle in.

❥ T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

➛ Owns a Fleshlight and a cock ring. Sometimes he likes to use them on the other vessels soo... ➛ Will be open to using any toys you bring into the bedroom, might forget about them if I’m honest.

❥ U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

➛ Constantly. Fucking constantly teasing. He will have you wet/hard the whole fucking day and then IGNORE you when you beg for him to fuck you. ➛ He knows you like it when he doesn’t wear a shirt, purposely taking it off in front of you and pushing his pants down just low enough that there’s a happy trail...

❥ V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

➛ If he’s in control he’s kinda quiet, just groaning and sometimes moaning. ➛ Does whisper in your ear from time to time, “Fuck darling.. you're sucking my cock in so well.. need that don’t you”

❥ W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

➛ Love me or hate me.. he has a prince Albert.. thank you.

❥ X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

➛ Some piercings here and there (cough on his dick) ➛ Does have some scars from sacrificing blood to Sleep.. and from you.

❥ Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

➛ He wants you every day of every hour. Reasonable he knows he can’t have you all the time but he’ll try his damnest to.

❥ Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

➛ My version of the vessels don’t really sleep.. but if he does fall asleep good luck waking him up. Will sleep for 3 days at a time.

Master List

#sleep token #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #sleep token vessel #sleep token vessel x reader #sleep token headcanons #headcanon #smutty #sleep token vessel smut #imagine #blurb

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annoyingenthusiastperfection · 9 months

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☆●○☆Summary:Miles (1610!) Milo (42!) Twins Au introduce themselved to a new neighbor.

Introduction

You open the door to see a pai of twins carrying tupper wear filled with food.

"I didnt order food panda I think your in the wrong door." The one who had barids face retorted. "Were not fast food drivers we're ya next door neighbor" The other nervously smiled. "Our Mom wanted us to welcome you to our building! We hope you like empanadas!" You nodded in respect "Thank you" taking the tupper wears they left immediately.

"They were kinda pretty " Miles said scartching his neck. "For you" Milo snarled as he rolled his eyes. "HEY!"

Body

You were in the park playing with your bubble gun that you bought for yourself. It was fun on how the bubbles look and pop or when they just stick to your finger. The raindbow that they sometimes make or the wobbly reflection you can see when u squint. Bubbles are so fun.

"Hey! What are you doing??" A weird suited man asked. "Why are you dressed like that?" You asked as you continue to shoot more bubbles." I am spiderman" His eyes thingy lowered. "Why?" He froze at that answer.

"What do you mean "why"?"

"It sounds weird and you dont really look like a spider"

And thats how you became friends with a bootleg sorry weird bettle thats suppose to be spider theme superhero. It wasnt really eventful just you explaining why you like bubbles so much. It reminded you of childhood , home ,and happy things.

"So why are you playing alone? I am sure your friends will love to have turn with your bubble gun!" Beetleman asked. "I dont have friends here" you layed down in the grass shooting bubbles in the air. The beetle man more than average eyemask thingy rose. "What do you mean?" "I moved here from somewhere faraway" you dropped your hand holding the bubble gun. "Well I can be your fr-" Before he can respond his spidersense heard the sound of police sirens. "SHIT I GOTTA GO" he swinged away without hesitation leaving you behind .

Shrugging at the beetle man you continue playing with bubbles happily alone.

When Miles little run in with robbers was finish he slapped his head. "SHIT I DIDNT GET HER NAME!" he swunged back to the park spot you were at but to see it empty. "Fuck she must have thought I was an asshole for leaving her ,here " Slapping his head again. Internally screaming at himself for being insensative he begrudgingly swinged himself back to his room.

"MILES GET UP MA FORCING US TO TALK TO THE HER AGAIN" Milo stormed himself in groaning. "Why is she so worried about a stranger" he rolled his eyes , Miles gave an awkward laugh. "I mean she kinda is lonely?" Milo rolled his eyes again. "Not our problem" "Dont be like , lo" "Whatever let's get this done already."

Hearing a knock from your door you lazily walked to it. "Hello , again " The braid one "tch" looking at you as Miles smacked him. "Sorry about this but we never got your name and our Mom just worried about you seemingly living alone?" You blinked at his response. "Oh , I didnt say my name? (Y/n) (l/n) and I am a international student but I do live with my older brother he just works alot." Miles seem relived at the information as Milo just wanted to leave. "Well I am Miles and this is Milo." Miles gestured to Milo to respond which he simply "sup" you.

"Sooooo our Mom wanted us to invite you over and your brother can come since your new and all-" Milo cutted him off. "Just come at 5 sharp dont be late" dragging Miles back to their home.

"Oi , Shobe who are they?" Your older brother shouted across the sofa. "They invited us dinner next door." Your brother perked up. "Finally YOU CAN MAKE FRIENDS" you glared at him throwing your slippers in his ugly face.

Ending

You and your brother mostly you holding out tupperware to give to the neighbors. Leche plan and egg pie.

A wonderful women opened the door her face brightening at them. "Oh WELCOME!You two were just in time!" She took the tupperwear of food. "MILES MILO COME DOWN HERE!!!" she shouted.

As everyone sat down for food . The tough man , next to the bright woman , miles next milo ,next to your brother ,and you after.

"So I am Rio and this my husband jeff" the bright woman introduced as your brother smiled. "I am Lucas this my shobe (y/n) and its amazing to meet you!" Your brother elbowed you "Salamat , po" you said. "We're immagrants sorry about Shobe she's shy" Lucas held your shoulders ,Rio waved her hand. "No dont apologize its not bad. It must have been hard leaving your home behind"

And for the entire dinner it was just Rio and lucas talking well Jeff came in conversation time to time but not word from any of the three teens.

"How about the two of you show (y/n) you guys room? " Jeff said to the twins. Miles nodded as Milo rolled his eyes but still agreed.

As the two led you to there room it was just an average teen boys room. "Your room is.... comfortable" You drop to sit on the floor. The duo looked confuse on what to say or do since you looked unintrested in anything and everything. "So why you moved here" Milo asked for once not beeing rude just wanting to cut the silence. "Scholarship " This perked the intrest on the boys sitting down on Miles bed across you. "From what school?" Miles asked. "Vision something" you played with ur hands. "That's cool we go there too!" Miles smiled and Milo looking impressed. "You must be smart to get a scholarship" Milo arm crossed. You simply nodded.

Milo was not impress with you but at the same he is. He doesnt like your somewhat ignorant attitude and his first impression was not the best but he can't deny. You look "cute" playing with your hands. You seem to not like eye contact much.

"Why does your brother call you Shobe? Its not even close to what your name sounds like." Milo said a hint of an attitude expecting you to react or something but nothing again. "It just means little sister nothing to it" Miles then asked "So what do you call your brother?" "Kuya" It kinda annoys them on how straightforward your answers where like just one word they just wanted to know a little bit more.

"(Y/n) do you like art?" Miles asked hoping for a longer reaction. "I do I like painting and I like musicals" You smiled softly. Jackpot. "Musicals? I was never really into dear even hansen or just chill to be honest" Milo shrugged. You perked up "Well have you tried Ride of cyclone or the aladin musical? Theyre my favorite" eyes sparkling so bright that they felt like beeing blinded. "How about the first one? We still have time..." Miles looked at the clock. Your eyes sparkled sparkled harder like what the fuck please stop your scaring them.

Lucas knocking at the door to see two boys crying as you look at them patheticly. "It's not that bad-" "THE STUPID DOLL'S SONG HITS HARD FOR WHAT?!"Milo wiped his snot. "OCEAN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WAS MWAH" Miles sobbed.

"Shobe" Lucas called you , smilling. "Kauban nimo sila ?" You nodded to him as you took your phone and stood up to leave. "We'l watch Aladin the musical next its more into comedy dont worry."

Hey , I kinda just wanted to make this cause its 10 pm and whatever and want like a slowburn friendship type I kinda know its mid and (y/n) isnt eccentric and full of personality but I kinda wanted to show a version which I dont see often is a (y/n) who just seems emotionaly distant with themselves cause that is alot of teen exp and kinda wanted to make sense with her moving from another country. Also I kinda wanted to represent chinese-filipino since I dont really see it often. "Shobe" is from fukien/hokkien. Also hokkien is popular in other countries such as singapore. Srry this is stupid long just wanted to explain.

#miles morales twins au #miles 1610 #miles 42 #miles morales x reader #friendship #fluff

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god-mouths · 5 months

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Matsc dashboard simulator

🐛 mars-needs-rats Follow it’s always a huge treat when the Metatron visits hell. He enters my shop and just sort of meanders around nervously before taking something off the shelf and carrying it over to my counter like if he makes one wrong move the weird cat plushie he picked out will shatter and break. And then he tries to pay for it in coins and I have to be like No Sir This is Hell We Barter Here This Is The Fifth Time I’ve Had To Say This To You 🔁mars-needs-rats Follow

forgot how much angels in heaven are afraid of him. He’s really just some dude I promise. He’s the most just some guy in the universe, swear to ancients. Do you guys ever question the lies told to you by your government or 🔁mars-needs-rats Follow

Well we don’t treat him like a freak for one but the answer to this question is the same that it always is which is: COMMON HEAVEN L (18,782 notes)

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I Loooooove being soooooo cute and awesome and amazing and lovely and awesome and cool

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why’s there always gotta be something going on at Eros tower I just want to look at the latest magazines why the fuck is the front desk employee always doing some looney toons ass shit what are they paying him for 🐕 justa-little-guy Follow

he has a name

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oh yeah what is it then

🐕 justa-little-guy Follow

unsure but my friends and I call him peepee boy and he responds to that

🎇 beeautyqueen Follow

well can you tell peepee boy to stop fucking around and give me my magazine issue.

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😇 heavenleelove Follow can hell angels get over themselves please…. I’m soooo sorry that you don’t have a cool monarch and are taking it out on us

🎮lames-gaymes Follow

hi hell angel here! We never said we were superior to you you just think any ounce of individuality and freedom is a threat because of how you were raised. Also we have cool people down here too

😇 heavenleelove Follow ...ignoring the first part of that response. Yeah tell me about all your cool people -_- I’m suuuuuuuure you have plenty lmfao.

🎮lames-games Follow

we do. You just have the monarch but we have;

medical malpractice man

cunty showrunner

the Metatron, sometimes? Genuinely not really sure what’s happening there, actually.

front desk employee/errand runner to showrunner who always is kind of sick but we love him

diner owner who I’m pretty sure is spitting in my food whenever I order

LAIKA (ALSO SOMETIMES) 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💓💞💓💗💓💞💘💘💘💝💝💝

😇 heavenleelove Follow Who the fuck is laika 🎮 lames-gaymes Follow

wouldnt you like to know heaven boy

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BEGGING hell angels to stop lying and saying the metatron """""visits""""" 😭😭😭😭I’m not against hell I bet you guys have tons of other cool stuff but please guys.

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Huh

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I hate my job

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peepee boy has a tumblr?

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man can you guys stop calling me that

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👻 nervous-attack-angel Follow

I think medical malpractice man is trying to raise someone from the dead because like guys what else would he use all those organs for

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please dont yell :(.... this post was meant for hell angels sorry if it showed up on your feed. Um. No it’s not a joke we have a giant organ stealing man we don’t see him much he lives on the edge of town I think his name starts with an L or something

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. Op are you talking about fucking LUCIFER????

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yeah ( 54,812 notes )

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I wonder what would happen if I just barged into the monarch’s palace and started doing a little dance

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hopital (hell

#matsc #excuse meeee im having fun #unreality

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rhaasted · 5 months

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Birdflash fic where they are on a undercover mission but dick is allergic to something and almost blows their cover by sneezing

thank you for the request anon! another b/irdf/lash... and i'm not sorry. it was fun trying my hand at something new.

enjoy!

Dick crouched, planting a steady hand on the ground beneath him. His bangs fell over his mask, obscuring his deep blue eyes. Wally scanned the area carefully, confident steps nearly silent despite the speed at which he moved. In and out. They were carrying out orders to gather intelligence, nothing more. Check the computers and retrieve the data. No tampering with anything, no engaging with combatants. Investigate the lead.

And no souvenirs, Batman had growled.

The corner of Wally's mouth had quirked up into a smirk, his usual confidence shining through his amusement. "Sure thing, boss."

Piece of cake.

The building was dark, almost stuffy. The way the office lights flickered creeped Wally out, although he'd never admit it. He glanced down at the darkness of his suit, clenching and unclenching his hand as he momentarily observed the stealth-tech on his body.

"The amount of floors they've got in this place is unnecessary," he muttered. The place reeked of ink and cleaning solution, old equipment, and papers were strewn around the place.

"Here."

Dick ghosted a hand over a set of boxes, brows furrowing in thought. "It'll be in one of these," he kept his voice low. "Try not to touch the devices inside. Just check for the computer. We've only got around ten minutes."

Wally nodded quickly, turning to the pile of cardboard. There were only around five... ten... fifteen or so. It wouldn't take too long. He carefully lifted one of the boxes, mindful not to jostle the contents around as he set it on the floor. Opening it, he inspected the inside — a few long-shot throwing knives, firearms... nothing.

Sometimes, finding nothing could be a blessing.

Wally moved on to the next box, Dick simultaneously mirroring his movements and also kneeling to look at the boxes as they worked. Wally went through a few more, green eyes bright with concentration. Halfway through the fourth box, he caught a glimpse of a shiny silver case. Shifting the weapons aside, he cautiously pulled the instrument out of the box.

Piece of cake!

"Wing." He caught the older man's attention, slowly holding it up.

While it contained valuable information, Wally was more concerned with the absolute beauty of the lightweight metal case. They inspected it for a moment, Dick running his fingers over the dark keys. Wally met his partner's gaze. His mouth tightened into a line, his expression wary.

"Hurry."

Dick pulled out a small USB stick, plugging the little tool into the port as he opened the computer. The screen flashed on. Dick's frown deepened as he opened an empty file on the computer. Another one with a different title — also empty. Wally felt small grooves under his finger, and he noticed something on the bottom of the gadget. It was engraved with a code — YR2L8.

"This isn't the real thing." He closed the files and quickly shut the device, pulling the USB out to return it to its box. "Let's get out of here."

Y r? Wally turned the code over in his mind.

Y r. Two. L, 8.

Too late.

Shit.

Crouching to return it to its place, Dick slid it under the junk filling the cardboard.

Clik.

That was not the sound junk was supposed to make. The release was barely audible, but the blast of gas was not.

"Shit!" Wally whirled around, muscles tense.

It hissed horribly, releasing its contents within a moment. The thick cloud hit Dick squarely in the face, making him pull back with an abrupt round of deep, chesty coughs. It stung his airways, the coughs wracking his muscular frame.

Smoke bomb—?!

"Wing! Fuck, they're here—" a door swung open, the cloud of gas growing as the sound of heavy footsteps emerged from the hallway, "—we gotta go," Wally hauled his boyfriend up by one arm, Dick stumbling as he began to run alongside him. He coughed convulsively, not able to rake in enough air. A huge, wheezing gasp, and then— "hH'REhHSSSH'IEU-!"

They'd barely made a few strides when Wally felt a crushing weight hit his back, sending him crashing down to the floor. What the hell was that? He landed on his knee, hard, a tell-tale crunch signaling the need for some painkillers in the near future.

shk—!

Wally yelled, pain shooting through his leg as a bullet penetrated his calf. The redhead grit his teeth, groaning. He forced his eyes to focus.

Have to keep moving. Won't heal in time...

Shoot a man while he's down, why don't you.

Unsteadily getting to his feet, Wally heard the zing of another bullet fly past his ear. He could hear muffled coughing through all the chaos.

"Flash!" kffhk-! "Keep moving!"

Rrgh..

He ducked as another spray of bullets missed. The gas began to weigh on him, the chemicals thick and impossibly difficult to breathe through.

Can't see. Gotta find somewhere...

He picked up the pace, ignoring the stabbing pain in his leg. Who knows what had been in that gas? Think. Dick was in no shape to use his grappling gun — even if it was able to hold the both of them. There would be men spread all over the lobby by now. If he could only get some time to heal—

No time—!

The air began to clear as they neared the stairwell, Dick wheezing quietly.

Wally shoved the door to the exit open, and they practically flew down the stairs, nearly stumbling down the next flight in their haste. Wally opened the door to the fifth floor. A hall of offices, all lights off on the inside. Nightwing fumbled with his glove for a moment, exhaling through his mouth. After a moment, he produced a small lock pick, flashing Wally a pale grin.

Piece of cake.

Dick fiddled with the pick, experienced hands scrubbing the pick back and forth through the keyhole. He stopped for a moment, hand shaking slightly. "hp-xGSSH'u!"

Clllik-clik-cliik.

Dick opened the door, the pair stepping in quickly, uncertainly, eyes not having adjusted to the dark room. There wasn't much in terms of space — a rolling, steel cart with cleaning supplies took up a third of the wall, a few mops and vacuums propped up in a corner. The smell of cleaning solution filled the room, ventilation almost non-existent. It made Nightwing's throat itch, and he suppressed a cough.

Wally slowly exhaled through his nose. The adrenaline had numbed his pain and kept him focused, but the sharp metal in his leg had slowed him down. His boyfriend put his back against the wall, leaning against it gratefully as he caught his breath. Wally stepped close, putting a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Dick nodded. "They'll be here soon," he rasped. He lowered his head, shaking it— "—and, tiihsSH'eu!" He didn't turn his head in time, misting the shoulder of his boyfriend's suit.

"Dude—!"

"Sorry," he murmured. "Strong smell in here."

"Bless you. I just need some time for my leg to heal, and then—" he froze, green eyes darting to the handle.

The assailants slammed another door.

"They couldn't have made it far," one of the men countered loudly. "I got him with a nasty shot."

"Guess I owe you ten," one chuckled.

Dick controlled his breathing, carefully slowing his exhales. Both heroes stood stiffly on one side of the door, Dick's back up against the wall, Wally chest to chest against him.

The sound of the men shimmying the handles and banging on the doors made Wally's heart speed up.

"Wherever you are... there's no use in hiding," another announced loudly.

Amateurs.

The sound of a door being kicked open. Too close, they'd already made a couple doors away.

Wally felt Dick gasp underneath him.

"Hey, it's okay, bluebird," Wally whispered. "We'll get out of here."

The older man's chest swelled against his. "hh-chssh'u-!"

"Wing—!" Flash hissed under his breath.

"hhh-!" His nostrils flared, shiny with the moisture leaking from his sinuses. He put a hand on his partner's waist, gripping it desperately.

Don't, Wally mouthed.

The former robin's breath defiantly hitched once again.

"hha-!"

Wally clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes watching intensely. Grayson trembled against Wally's hand, red nostrils flaring against his finger. It seemed like every time the acrobat took a breath, the tickle intensified tenfold.

Wally swallowed. His boyfriend's fingers dug into his side. Their stomachs touching, Wally's free hand moved to press against the wall. His bangs fell over his eyes, soft breaths puffing gently down the side of Dick's cheek. His jaw was set, tension radiating off of his body.

Dick gasped against Wally's hand, prompting him to press down harder, making his boyfriend suck in another desperate breath.

"nh-!"

Fuck.

Grayson's nose twitched, his eyes shut tight with effort. A tear slipped down his cheek. He couldn't hold back to save his life. He pressed his shaky hands over Wally's, his mask wrinkling where it went over the bridge of his nose.

"hhmCHFff'hh-!"

Wally felt the heat of the blast hit his palm. Since Grayson had kept his mouth shut, most of his breath had escaped through his nose, dislodging any congestion he'd managed to keep at bay. A clear line of mess burst onto the Flash's gloved fingers.

The sound of the men talking drew closer.

Both men held their breath as the handle of their door shook violently.

A final, resounding bang, and Wally flinched as the door was kicked in, light cutting into the darkness of the room. The handle slammed into Wally's back, the door bouncing back a little from the force with which it was thrown open. He winced, fingers twitching where they remained just under his boyfriend's nose.

Whoever was tasked with inspecting the room did so carelessly, roughly. Heavy boots thumped loudly on the floor.

Neither of the heroes breathed. Dick couldn't help himself — his nose twitched again, widened nostrils running onto the younger man's fingers.

"Gad, does it ever reek in here," the man huffed. There was a bit of shuffling, the sound of a few bottles hitting the ground as if dumped in one giant sweep, and then a tiny click signaling the readjustment of his firearm.

"Yo, Jack! Boss wants us to move."

"Comin'."

The footsteps retreated down the hall, and the men continued to open the other rooms on the floor. Wally didn't think he'd ever been so happy to hear anyone leave.

They stayed silent, not comfortable enough to move long after the group had left. Finally, Wally took a full breath, releasing his boyfriend. A string of mess still attached to Dick's nose was pulled back as he removed his hand, causing Dick to blush furiously.

It only lasted a moment, though, his mouth dropping open in preparation for another sneeze. He put a hand on Wally's chest to create space, bending forward with another vocal release.

"u'eEHDSSH'EU!"

"Bless you."

kffh KFFhk!! "F-fuck," was all he could manage to choke out. He turned away again, dark hair falling into his face as his torso spasmed with another fit of dry coughs. Wally grimaced at the slight whistle between every cough. Approaching slowly, he put a hand squarely on Grayson's chest, thumb placed on his sternum. His other hand ran firm circles on his back.

"Easy, blue."

"...sorry." He recovered more quickly this time around, pinching a bit of moisture off of his nostrils.

Wally shook his head, flashing his boyfriend a small smile. "Told ya we'd make it out." He shifted, biting back a groan. "Are you... okay? Back there — I don't know what that was. We've got to get you to a doctor."

"I'm fine," Dick shook his head. "I'll get checked out when we get back. I was just caught off guard. Wasn't ready," he winked. "But I am now. How's your leg?"

"Better," he bent it slightly, then jogged in place. "Just aches. Metabolism works wonders."

"Still gonna have to do something about that bullet though," Dick rolled his shoulder, sniffling. "Ugh, can't breathe worth a damn." The congestion made the hum of his vocal cords vibrate his sinuses, and he wiggled his nose.

They linked their hands together with a sharp clap, and Dick's face broke into Wally's favorite million-dollar smile. "Let's get out of here."

Wally grinned back, putting on the accent of a true gentleman. "After you."

#sneezeblr #sneeze kink #sneezefic #allergy sneezes #snzblr #snzfic #this one is a bit longer than my other ones #definitely want to make longer works #thank you to those who gave me new prompts i feel re motivated #looks at poison ivy

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 2 years

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x reader)

Words: 3765 (chapter 3)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that?

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3. Start Of Something Better... or Worse?

Return to the office felt like the first day again.

Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz greeted you with the same coldness as it always did. You were used to it already. A couple of years of working here sort of hardened and turned you into another walking machine at this office.

Hogarth was your mentor from the beginning. She saw your potential and gave another chance, after you lost two cases at the beginning of your career. Then she gave another chance after you lost another two cases to Murdock. That rookie, as Hogarth called him. You felt respect toward all the lawyers you knew, but sometimes Hogarth's businesses made you question her sanity. And herself. But she was a good mentor, tough but good.

A pat on your shoulder brings you back into the office, where you find yourself standing in front of the open elevator. You turn and see no one other than Benowitz standing near you.

Often you saw Jessica Jones lurking around the firm, but never really questioned anyone about her business. Or her and Hogarth's business for that matter. Although you knew one thing - she was a private eye.

And a private eye was hired on your case.

Dots have finally connected inside your head, although a bit too late.

"Waiting for another, or?" He huffs a laugh, taking off his hand from your shoulder and gesturing for you to go inside.

"Oh, Mr Benowitz, a pleasure to see you again, after such a long time." You step inside and push the button "7", the door closes, and you go up.

"Yes, yes, pleasure's all mine, Miss Y/l/n, it's been a busy month to say the least, I'm sure yours too." He fixes his jacket, looking at you briefly. "Heard you won the case. So the streak is broken?"

"The streak of me losing against Murdock? Yeah, over." You force a laugh, feeling a bit awkward with technically your boss. Co-owner of the company, but still your boss.

"Glad to hear. It's good for the business. Can't let those small wannabes step on our heads." He lifts his chin up, a sign of authority.

"Although Nelson and Murdock is a smaller company, office even, they have lots of potential. Gotta say, Murdock is great in interrogation." You answer, feeling the need to defend your opponents. Blush colours your cheeks, and Benowitz raises an eyebrow, studying you for a moment.

"Yes, could be. Maybe. Never had a chance to go against him, but after such flattery from you, I'm sure he would be a worthy opponent. And a good one to destroy for that matter." He clears his throat loudly and fixes his tie, setting it so tight that his head pops out a little. The elevator stops and finally the doors open, saving you from further embarrassment.

Yes, he did follow you to the office. Yes, he felt guilty about it, but the curiosity got the best of him. Matt needed to know if you were going to do something about the case or just carried on with your life as if nothing happened. If the latter was your choice, he would have to help Darcy himself. In the mask. Matt leans on the wall and sits down, feeling weary from the last night's running and today's banter in the court. After all, you were a hard nut to crack.

You both step out, he goes into the direction of Hogarth's office, you - toward your own. "It was a pleasant meeting, Mr Benowitz." You call as he almost reaches the right turn, and waves his hand at your words.

"Dick." You say under your breath, and somewhere on the nearby rooftop, Matt Murdock huffs a laugh, feeling a lot at the same time - gratitude, anger and competition.

The ringing phone makes Matt jump a little, and he fumbles with it in his pocket and finally answers: "Yes?"

You unlock your office and drop the bag on the table, plopping on the chair and exhaling loudly. Turning on your computer, you go straight to the system and search for Jessica Jones. Minutes of scrolling result in nothing - Jessica's cases are private. Maybe you'll have to pay her a visit, but from the looks of her, she didn't like unexpected guests.

You debate on calling Murdock or Nelson, but as it was Matt's idea, you settle on calling him.

"If you still want to seek that justice, I wanna see all the documents from you and your client. Especially to know who was the P.I. that she hired." You simply state.

"Josie's at 8? Tonight?"

You sigh loudly, "this better not be a waste of time, Murdock."

"Don't worry, we'll entertain you, if that'll be needed." Matt smiles, propping his head back to the wall.

"You need anything about my client?" You ask, fumbling with the hem of your jacket.

"The dates of visits to the nursing home would be great. And probably the original will." He thinks for a moment.

"That all?"

"Yeah. So, see you tonight." Matt can't hide his smirk any more, although it would be weird if someone from the other building saw a guy chilling on a rooftop all smirking.

You say nothing, and awkwardly put away your phone. Since when is he so... Friendly?

Shaking your head for a moment, you get to work, collecting the documents and putting them in your briefcase. That's what you liked about working as a lawyer most - the briefcase. And, well, occasionally wearing a tie, just like today. Although now it began to feel suffocating.

Who knows what will happen tonight?

***

Exactly 5 minutes until 8, you enter the bar, hidden in the row of suspicious buildings and food stores, surprised by how crowded the small space already is.

Matt takes in a deep breath and smells your perfume. Trying to be discreet about his knowledge of your presence, he gently nudges Foggy, "what time is it?"

"Almost 8. What, can't wait for her to come?" Foggy, already two drinks into the evening, asks, smiling.

"Just checking if she didn't decide to bail." Matt lies, he knows you're now surfing through the crowded place, sniffing suddenly when a drunken man accidentally touches your hand.

"Well, even if she did, then I think this evening would not go to waste, right, Josie?" Foggy lifts his glass to the woman behind the bar, but she just raises her eyebrows as usual.

"Not really her style..." Matt begins, lost in thought for a second, when -

You almost aggressively tap both of their shoulders, "not whose style?" You look around a little and roll your eyes upon noticing that there is an empty seat. Next to Matt.

"Yours." Foggy blurts out.

"My style of... What?" You sit down, trying to get comfortable on the uncomfortable bar stool.

"You're never late. That's your style." Matt says, seeing as there is no other way out, only to answer.

"Precisely, Murdock, I'm even 3 minutes early." You check your rather expensive watch, which one would leave at home at this hour in Hell's Kitchen, but you didn't give too much thought about it, as there always was a switch-blade in your purse. Lesson learned long time ago.

"Care to start off with a drink?" Foggy suggests, somewhat ready to get drunk tonight.

"A Martini would be nice. If this place serves something like that." You say rather loudly, and Josie rolls her eyes.

"She doesn't like when someone's rude, just a heads-up." Matt leans closer and says in a hushed tone.

"Josie, put this on our tab!" Foggy leans to grab a tissue to clean up his glass.

"So, gentlemen, you still want to do that case? Or are we already celebrating my today's victory, Mr Nelson?" You smirk, tapping your briefcase impatiently.

"Whatever Matty here says, I don't think I'll be big help anyway." Foggy answers, glancing at his phone. "Honestly, I am already very much comfortable with the outcome."

"How's... Marci?" You suddenly ask, as if you don't know that they were both each other's casual hookups and now broke up. Or at least the public seems to think like that.

"Oh, no, right through the heart." Foggy abruptly stands up and disappears in the direction of the bathroom. Probably.

"C'mon, don't be mean, at least to Foggy." Matt grabs his drink, and you notice that he's sipping an Old-fashioned.

"So that means that I can be mean to you?" You nod to Josie when she pushes your Martini in your direction.

"As if you're not always like that. And to answer your previous question, yes, we're doing the case." He feels how the alcohol burns his throat. He can smell your perfume, the rather expensive mouthwash that you used just before leaving, and the overwhelming smell of the bar.

"Alright then. Although, when you mentioned the bar, I hoped for a calmer place." You take a sip of your drink, feeling rather surprised by the quality of it.

"What, can't focus?" He smirks, focusing on the steady pulse in your wrist, under the cold metal of your expensive watch.

"You wish. Now, tell me, who was the private investigator that your client had hired?" You put your elbows on the table, a very unlike-lady move, and lean on them, watching the reflection of dim lights and bar sign on Matt's red glasses. He hasn't shaved in a couple of days and looks quite weary, but a smile still appears on his face from time to time.

"I called Darcy today, and she told me that it was a guy from New York, then called him but he wouldn't give any answers."

"The client data protection?"

"Yeah." Matt drinks again.

"And what about Darcy herself? She's supposed to tell you everything." You press further.

"Darcy now says that it was all a mistake."

"So we drop it-"

"No." Matt interrupts quickly and you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, right, the thirst of justice cannot be drowned in one old-fashioned." You say in a theatrical manner and make Josie huff a laugh. Foggy returns, clutching his phone and looking slightly out of breath.

"I told you we had nothing." Foggy nudges Matt, the latter shakes his head.

"We have plenty... To uncover." Matt turns his head in your way, and for a moment you get the odd feeling that he actually has sight.

"Okay, okay, your Darcy is almost a saint. Now onto my sinner." You sigh dramatically, and open your briefcase, pulling out a couple of sheets of paper, shaking the previous thought out of your head. "I know it's hard for you to believe, but believe me when I say, poor guy really decided to get back the lost time with his father." You give the documents to Foggy and he skims over, then gives them back to you.

"She's not lying, Matt." Foggy finishes his drink and gestures for another.

"Slow down, pal, we still have things to do." Matt puts Foggy's hand down, but too late - Josie's already making another drink.

"Matt, I'm telling you - there's nothing wrong with the case. Guy's squeaky clean. And now helluva rich too."

"It would be wise to listen to your friend, Murdock." You smirk from behind the Martini glass.

"But what if we do the DNA test?" Matt doesn't give up.

"So? It changes nothing. Darcy was too late to declare herself as the lost Donovan. My client noticed how his father's health began declining almost drastically and then decided that he wants to spend his last moments with him."

"Well your client could share some money now that he knows that Darcy's his sister." Matt says ignoring your last sentence.

"Possibly his sister." You correct him. "He doesn't care much about her existence as he had lived a pretty good life without her up till now. Remember, he has his own family to care about, as well as his mother."

"Y/n, do you ever feel compassion for other people?" Matt snaps, Foggy raises his eyebrows and quickly downs his drink.

"How is this now about me being compassionate for some money-thirsty chick?" You loudly put down your glass. "I see people like her everyday. I live among them, Murdock. It's hard to feel something for them other than despisal." You grab the edge of the table to keep youself in place.

"Wow, wow, guys, guys." Foggy stands up, putting a hand on yours and Matt's shoulders. "Relax, let's just drop the case and have a drink. Another round, Josie! You look amazing tonight!"

"My job doesn't let me put the compassion before the raw facts. You should know that after years in law school." You say now in a warmer tone, somewhat softer.

"Don't forget that were doing the same job." Matt whispers.

"How could I? You guys are the constant pain in my ass. Why do my clients' rivals always go to you, huh? What charm do you have?" You motion with your fingers at the two of them, who would look like they went out for shopping if they were not wearing the suits. You had changed your clothes to the more suitable for an evening in the city rather than putting a label all over yourself that you're a lawyer. Although the huge advertisement in Manhattan does little to protect you from being recognized in the streets.

"He has all the charm." Matt points to Foggy.

"And the moves! Don't you ever forget them." Foggy puts his hand on Matt's shoulder and squeezes a little. For a split second you wish you had a friend like that here with you now but Pug was all the way in Los Angeles, trying to get a good career.

"The moves, eh?" You sip your Martini again, lost in thought about this whole evening.

"Listen, guys, as much as it was fun, I have go to bye." Foggy grabs his jacket and melts in the crowd.

"Did he just say 'have go to'?" You ask, suddenly feeling sweaty in the place. Josie is working like a bee behind the bar, people are shouting something about last night's game.

"Yeah, he does that pretty often." Matt smiles briefly before his expression returns to serious one. "Listen, y/n, I'm sorry about what I said."

"You can keep it, I didn't ask for an apology. So, we're done with the case or not?" You reach to grab the papers scattered on the table and Matt does the same, which results in your hands grabbing his briefly. "I-I'll do it."

"Sorry, okay." Matt drops his hands and rests them on his thighs. "Yeah, I think we're done."

"We could've talked this over a phone call." You sigh, and put the briefcase out of your sight.

"You don't like my company?"

"No, it's lovely, especially when you're paying for my drinks." You smile and motion for Josie to make another one.

"Just this one time. Consider it a gift from Nelson and Murdock." Matt lifts up his glass and waits for you to do the same.

"To my victory," you clink your glass with his and watch Matt drink it.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you, when Matt decides to break it. "I've heard you're on the billboards now."

"Who told you that? Nelson?" You laugh a little but don't succeed in avoiding the question.

"Mahoney."

"Sergeant Mahoney?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he, uh, said something along the lines of 'have you seen that huge billboard of those crickets from Hogarth, Chao and Benowitz?'" Matt tries to mimic Mahoney's voice.

"Ah, that's how it is." You sigh, spinning the glass in your hands.

"What's the slogan? He said something about it." Matt knits his eyebrows.

"Here for your truth. The team of the people." You mock, Matt breaks into a grin again.

"I'd say that's a pretty damn difficult job, being the team of the people."

"Yeah, yeah, don't you start too. My mom's been not shutting up about it as if I got paid to pose for that picture. I swear, we look like a bunch of morons."

"Oh, now it's really a pity that I'm blind." Matt pouts a little.

"God really saved you from that one." You finally say and get embarrassed immediately. "Sorry."

"No, don't worry, I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't be." You say compassionately and drink again, after couple of glasses, you started to feel a little tipsy.

"Wow, was that you being compassionate?" Matt pretends to be shocked.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get used to it." You finish the drink and notice that another full glass awaits you. "Listen, Murdock, I'm going to smoke for a moment, keep an ear on my drink, will you?" You stand up, grabbing your purse and gently tap Matt's shoulders on your way out.

"Keep an ear?" He laughs out loud. "Never heard that one before."

"There's always first time for everything. Don't be too sad without me." You go outside through the backdoor near the bathroom and walk into the cool evening weather. Dim-lit alley and cold stone walls create and unpleasant effect and you shiver a little in your short-sleeved blouse. You light up your cigarette and notice that there are few people in the alley as well, two couples who can't get their hands off each other, and a guy who is currently having a heated conversation on his phone.

Feeling rather uncomfortable, you don't allow yourself the pleasure of a slow smoking and inhale two puffs in a second, feeling rather overwhelmed by the nicotine and all the Martinis you've had. The guy finishes his phone call and looking rather pissed off, makes his way toward the entrance, just a couple of steps from where you stand. He stops briefly and looks you up and down, then closes the door that he had just opened a little.

Matt senses how your heartbeat picked up almost immediately and how you radiate anxiety. He focuses on the guy now who just grinned like he saw a jackpot. But that jackpot was resting on your wrist.

"Hey there, princess. Got a cigarette for me?" He leans on the door, full weight, you grip the strap of your purse.

"No, sorry, bud, that was my last one." You bat your lashes at him, already plotting how you were going to kick him in the knee and grab the switchblade from your purse.

"We can share, I don't mind. Especially when the company is so..." he licks his lips like a predator, "stunning."

"Listen, I think you should just go inside." You exhale a cloud of smoke and reach for the handle.

Matt stands up, grabbing his cane and starts walking towards the back door.

"I don't care what you women think. But you know what I think?" The guy asks, taking a step closer to you.

"No, but I'll ask out of respect. What do you think, big guy?" You grip the cigarette tightly.

"I think you would look amazing while gasping for air, choking on my huge cock." He touches your arm and you push the still hot remaining piece of the cigarette in his face and while he's distracted, try to kick him in the knee but just then the doors open widely and you see Matt walk out of the bar.

"Everything alright?" Matt asks, suddenly appearing next to you.

"Oh how nice, your saviour is blind. Real treasure you are." The guy gets ready to strike Matt first, but you quickly grab Matt's cane and stand in a fighting position.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" Matt whispers, his hand unconstiously reaching for you.

"Shut up, Matt." You launch on the guy and push the cane into his stomach with all the strength you have, he gets pushed into the wall. The two remaining lovebirds run away from the alley and suddenly it's just you three.

Matt has to think fast. He can easily take out the guy but under no circumstances you can see him fight. He can't push you away because you would worry more about him as he is blind. There is no time for thinking when the guy pushes himself away from the wall and comes at you - just then, Matt jumps in front of his fist, getting a punch right to his face and falls on you.

"Oh my god!" You exclaim, and almost manage to catch falling Matt. The guy stands there for a moment and upon noticing that he really hit a blind guy, suddenly disappears in the shadows of the alley, leaving you and Matt on the ground.

You, shocked about the whole thing, get on your knees on the rough ground and gently tap Matt's face.

"I'm alright, I'm alright." Matt groans and tries to stand up, but you stop him by gently cupping his face in your hands.

"No, you're bleeding. He just cut your lip." Your thumb circles on his chin, you feel like you shouldn't touch his lip, although you really want to clean the blood from it.

"Are you okay?" He sits up, grabbing your wrist, feeling how your heart is ramming under the soft skin.

"Yes, I'm good." You sigh and sit back on your heels. "That was so stupid of you. How did you know anyway?"

"It doesn't matter. Did you just kick him with my cane?" Matt turns the talk on you again, standing up.

"Not very helpful, was it?" You huff a laugh, suddenly feeling embrassed by the whole scene.

"Well, it didn't stop him for long, eh?" Matt puts his hand out and you grasp it, getting up and cleaning your dirty knees a little. "I think you should really start smoking with a company."

"Yeah, right." You give him back the cane, and open the doors of the bar again. "I owe you one, Murdock."

"Oh, I wonder how would you ever repay it?"

"Probably with my face stopping a fist. Eye for an eye, that's what the Bible says, right?" You step inside, Matt following right behind you. "We should call it a night, right?" You laugh, although there was nothing funny in this whole situation.

"Yeah, you're probably right. You walked here?" Matt finishes his drink and leans on the bar.

"Unfortunatelly. Although it's just 20 minute walk." You grab your purse and push a 50 dollar banknote towards Josie, who smiles as if she just won the lottery.

"Let me walk you. It's not safe to walk alone." Matt follows you out into the main street.

"I'll get a taxi. And you should get that cleaned, infections are a bitch." You gently touch his chin again, fingers brushing on his spiky stubble. "Goodnight, Murdock." You quickly walk away, already wawing to a nearby taxi driver who has just dropped his cigarette on the ground.

"Goodnight, y/n." Matt sighs and upon hearing you drive away, he folds his cane and starts running in the direction of his home. The devil has some unfinished business tonight.

#matt murdock #matthew murdock #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson #matts superhearing complicates things for you #marvel daredevil #netflix daredevil #daredevil #bound by law

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samijami · 3 months

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Ok so my friend is working on Sunday which means she's going to plan the double date ahead of time by a couple months to see if she can get the day off,

And I thought me and Blaze were official yesterday, and we were, he even said so, but today I think he was double checking by giving me a small note old-school saying 'be my bf? □ yes □ no' so I marked on yes and wrote on it saying 'already am <3'

He read that, got so red-faced and put it in his pocket. I literally think he's kept that in his pocket all day

Anddd...well he doesn't know much of what to do in the relationship either but he's the only one trying to progress things (just slightly cuz he's really fucking happy and giddy about this). So in choir, he whispered 'I really want to pull a Charlie' (referencing Heartstopper with Charlie holding Nick's hand very early on in the relationship as a way to come out) and soon, uh- I let him hold my hand cuz it made him happy and honestly, I kind of liked it. I've never held anyone's hand before and the fact that i can feel his very slight movements, the occasional hand squeeze..

He kept trying to make sure I wasn't uncomfortable with it, and reassured me I could decline any of his advances, but honestly..it's not been that long we've been together at all but..I'm happy with him. He said he was concerning teachers cuz he was thinking about me, smiling and giggling randomly and it was cute asf when I seen it. His face was so fucking red, and his ears were hot pink. He was like a little cute lobster lmfao

So we..ehm- we hold hands really often as a way to show we're together now. Blaze also said that it was a 'fuck you' to the principal who'd once called it PDA last year with another couple. But he's being so so fucking sweet omfg-

It's the smallest, little gestures that get me. He said he 'is in this relationship, and he's gotta do it right', so now he's just being such. a. fucking. gentleman-

Oh bejesus- he handed me my pencil when I was packing up in class, he pushed in my chair when I stood up, he carried my backpack from lunch to our next class. When I tried to take it, he was like 'whatcha tryna do? I'm taking this for ya'

He said that if I was going to naturally spoil him (which I do) then he felt the need to return the favour and ggggg

I'm already down bad, but not really like how that term's usually used-

I just really..want to spend time with him, I want to be there with him, I want to see him smile, I want to make him happy-

GAH HOWD I GET TIED INTO ROMANTIC STUFF- KHBVYLLUYV L

Imma see if I get arrange a date to the movies sometime when we both have a ride available cuz I really, really..want to

I might see when that new Willy Wonka movie he loves so much is on in our local theatre..I haven't seen it yet, and he loves the fuck out of it. I think it'd be sweet

Either the book, (which I've decided I'm gonna try to steal first instead of buy cuz with the money I have right now I could buy my mum these boots she's been obsessing over for a half a year for mothers day, and start making the money for my friend's earbuds for her birthday), would be a first date gift, or be with the Valentine's gifts. It's according to which comes first

Imma count my money now just to see exactly how much I got cuz if I have enough, I'll get buying my mum her boots out of the way tomorrow and hide them from her. Even though mothers day is many months away, I spend the money while I have it, then it's also easier to keep track of how much money I'm spending on what thing cuz I literally subtracted the money from one of the things right there- and so the money I have at that point would be the part I'm earning up for the other item (if that makes sense)

Seriously though, this guy is already so much of a keeper..he doesn't really act like a country boy, but he calls himself one and he likes country music. I like the choruses of some country music, like with Jelly Roll, but other than that? Shoot me in the head and roll me in the dirt- (/hj)

But he's a cute country boy and atleast he likes some of my music like Sueco for example-

He literally asked me if I liked roses today, and said he can borrow money from his sisters and-

I feel like either for valentines or for a date, he's gonna buy me roses. I said I liked the purple and black ones the best-

If he buys me roses idk how I'd hide it from my parents- but- I'd love them like all hell-

And probably kill them and be sad- but- yeah-

#HHHHHHHHH

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enchanted1waters · 10 months

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{Dancing on blades }

Ellie williams enemies to lovers x f!reader

Warnings: smut in the next chapter 👀, gotta build up that tension fr. VIOLENCE. minorsdn! GORE.

Idfk how many words <3 enjoy

Fog and storm clouds slowly crept in as the sun began to set, leaving only a sliver of light to cascade over and through the leaves of the tall trees and vines. I slowly crept through the brush, spacing out the entire time we walked. I was an offensive general mainly, I owned two katanas. Certified in aim and precision in my blade work. Not a single soldier has had a chance up against my rage. My sister was recently killed, 1 month, 2 weeks, and 1 day. She was my other half, the only symbol of life worth living since our parents passed. Until I heard a twig snap in the tall grass.

Up until this catastrophe of a meet cute, I was a part of a group called the shadow stalkers, now before you go saying oh my god, why the hell would you guys name yourself out of the most creepy creature- well to start off my rant, ehm I DONT FUCKING KNOW ASK THE GODDAMN LEADER, HELAGIN. MAYBE BECAUSE WE'RE HUGE ON STEALTH? WE LITERALLY AREN'T HEARD OF UNTIL WERE SLITTING YOUR THROATS IN YOUR SLEEP? Sorry, I quite hate that question. It's a very frequent question for newcomers. Even the idiotic newbies they continue to put on my assigned missions.

Carrying on my ignorant group I was assigned to consists of 3 poorly trained men, all which I hate expect one. The rest contains 2 women who are pretty educated just not physically. The qualified being posted at base considering the current outbreak of violence following my sisters death. All of these people quite literally never stop talking, hence me not hearing their signaling in my ear piece. Ya see I sent myself off to take my total happy ass up to find a place for my quadrant to sleep tonight, secure it and radio it in to the team. One that was being led by sergeant l Adams, a white, blonde, blue eyed, 5'10 on a good day man. "Better get a move on, General Vilaria." His egotistical voice boomed in my ear piece as I walked up the street scouting. "Watch it Malibu Ken, wouldn't want you to hurt your plastic voice box running your mouth." I retorted back in a mocking matter, causing a lot of them to respond with giggles and chuckles over the line. Which led me to switch it off.

So I then took my sweet time. Walking up to the Seattle hotel, and walking right in, my eyes caught a glimpse of the chandelier. Gears turning in my head, took only two minutes for me to block the entrance, set the traps by the hallways and aim for the chain holding up the gigantic crystal light fixture. My finger squeezing the trigger followed by the bone rattling sound as the masterpiece shattered, alarming everything in the building to come flooding towards me. About 4 or 5 runners instantly blown up on the traps, one clicker left crawling it's way towards me only to then be fed my blade down it's throat.

Hotel cleared, secured, now to scavange, but first I needed to turn my ear piece on to radio in. Then a very strange noise filled my ear as I flipped it on, static. Nothing, this wasn't new. This happened sometimes if our directed quad was out of range, nothing a few flights of stairs and finding a lookout point wouldnt solve. I quickly found a ledge to search from. I saw officers 16, 23, 72, 54, and.....9 was no where to be seen. My eyes showered intensely over the valley attempting to find the number 9 desperately. That's when I saw leaves moving. Yet I couldn't make out what was causing this, so I pulled out my sniper rifle off of my strap back. Focusing in, my eyes sadly didn't find 9 getting up but instead sliced by the neck in one swift motion by a figure. A gasp fell from my mouth, not from horror and the desensitized gore but the sudden attack and not being able to radio it in.

Not wanting to let the intruder know of my awareness, I threw a rock towards a van next to officer 56, Adams. He quickly jumped back, following my line of sight, to which I subtly coaxed my forced companion towards the figures whereabouts. The blonde boy instead just swatted his hand and turned back around. I swore at least 50 times. Looking through my scope in frustration, I hit my knee once more. Fuck, he isn't gonna listen and get the rest of them killed. As I moved my scope slightly over the horizon, I was met with reality hit straight to my face, seeing as all 4 remaining quadrant officers were already face down or slit open. When I attempted to relocate Sergeant Adams, the figure had him in a chokehold. Then only was my vision met with brown, cold, hard eyes.

Fuck.

I had been alone plenty of times, but knowing I had now made eye contact with the successor of the fallen teammates. That sent chills on my fight or flight instincts.

That's when my senses rang a sound from the bottom of the building. Heavy footsteps. My adrenaline suddenly coursing through my veins. As I counted the footsteps and voices. I felt the strategy in the air, quickly throwing my past objective out of the window. I found myself listening for the door to click, and it did.

"You sure it was a girl? We had a male kill 12 of our soldiers." The man's voice grumbled through the air. "Yes. Nora reported a brunette with short hair. Girl that was with the bastard Abby bashed in." My heart pounded, hands starting to slip from my hiding place. That's when I heard the floor creak as the man entered the bathroom. "I can still hear her begging Abby to stop, boo FUCKING hoo." His laugh rang like poison in my lungs. The taste sour on my tongue. The millisecond he stepped beneath me, I let go of the ceiling's inner walls. In the brief falling action, I felt free, yet so spiteful. Every tear spilling into this moment fed a booming monster of grief. Leading to taking to it out on every goddamn being that stands in my waym

As I made contact with the muscular man Imediately began to claw at his eyeballs, causing him to send me flying back sandwiched between his back and a tile wall. My ears ringing at the crunch of tile and a rib of mine. The squash of his eye as my left hand finally dug it's burrow, I seized his moment of agony to grab my dagger attached to my belt. Swinging my right arm across his entire neck, yet just before pulling back I was cut off by a loud. "WAIT!" a woman, finding herself walking in on an intense battle, pointing a gun at me. "Don't you dare you little bitch", she says. My eyes met hers; in moments like these I experience dissociation. Yet for viewer experience, here I was eyes blown wide with blood lust, blood gushing down my hand, as I held a blade to a man's jugular, spitting the words, "or what." This version never met my sister except once. Once when we were still on the ranch. I still remember the fear in her eyes and she pulled my relentless 13 year old self off of the coward of a man. Snapped out of a trance as my eyes met hers. My soft skin now tarnished with blood stains. Yet Kai held me so gently. As if I would break if she held me a smidge firmer. "It's okay, little butterfly. He's not gonna hurt us anymore. We're safe. I promise."

Snapped back to reality, I flung my left hand from his eye and straight to his hand limply holding a smg to which I stocked the woman fill with many bullets. The man screamed In despair, but the butterfly that once would hold this man through his heart break now kicked him over, tied him to a chair, and leaned on the counter. "Tell me where the fuck Abby is." His lip quivered. He shook his head slightly, "don't play dumb, I see your wlf intials." I said firmly crossing my arms. "Why I do such a thing when you spend an entire clip on my WIFE." He called out with tears running out of his wounds. "It was half, ass hat. And you're lucky I made it quick. What did you say?" I lightly tapped my chin, "ah, yes boo. Fucking. Hoo." This sentence brought the grown man to a Hollar as he scream cried. I walked over to him putting a knife into his mouth in between sobs, lightly wedging between teeth. "You tell me now, and I'll kill ya fast. Resist and I'll take each accessory out one by one like a mother FUCKING Polly pocket." My eyes burned into his, a silent promise of my words. Tears streaming down out of his eyes, my gaze adverted, "that's actually disgusting. It's a shame your eyes aren't as sealed as your lips. Maybe if we take them too, hmm? Replace them to take duty as your eyelids?" I say with a growing smile. He quickly shakes his head avoiding puncturing his mouth with the blade.

Ten seconds later, his words are on a sheet of paper and someone's bursting through the door. My instincts spring into action, my boot positioning the still screaming man in front of me as a shield as I throw the dagger towards the figure, landing in the doorframe, cutting a piece of auburn ish hair. Taking my spare knife out to play, I stab the man in the head as the figure ducks behind a couch.

"I'm so sick of people crashing my shit, fuck off would you? Especially if you're with the wlf, then I'm gonna slaughter EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU" I say throwing a bottle of liquor onto the couch and throwing my lighter towards it. "I HATE THEM- SHIT , ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" a raspy feminine voice booms from behind the flames. My mind blinks for a second at the fact she isn't one of them.

I'm halfway across the living room running for my blade in the frame, before im tackled to the floor. The impact causes my head to go a little fuzzy, the weight on top of mine, the heat all kick starting a part of me which is completely irrelevant in my current situation. "Halfway there sweetheart." I reply causing the auburnish brunette's kinda beautiful eyes to go wide eyed as we make eye contact, and a little flushed at my use of words. Allowing me to pin her legs against each other, flipping her over. She attempts to sit up, to which I use brute force to slam her back into the hardwood. "Sit. Good girl." I say with a slick smile as I reach for the blade she grabs my hand and pulls it the complete opposite direction. Hurdling me against another wall, slamming me against it.

Her vieny, calloused, tattooed hand wrapping around my throat as I look seriously finally into her eyes. Both now firm and cold. "If you aren't Wlf, who the fuck are you." She says. My eyes try to stay focused on her eyes, yet my gaze slips to her freckles. All spread out waiting to be counted and kis- "fuck you, and FUCK this." I said kneeing her in the stomach and elbowing her back as I grabbed the dagger out of the door frame. Quickly grabbing my strapped bag with all of the weapons and supplies. My cold walls starts to close again, as I'm outback into survival mode once again.

As I take one last look at the figure on the ground gasping for air, pointing my knife I promise her if she follows me. She won't be able to see which limb will be cut off next.

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Many days fly by, every night that passes. I lay strapped to a tree limb up high, forced to look at the stars. Every constellation reminding me of the threatening girl I had met and her freckles. I curse myself out of the intrusiveness. Drifting off to sleep once again after looking over my route to the target of my grief. That is until I'm awoken.

The sounds barreling through the corridors, tripping over each other , limbs flying, spores airborne. I look down the street a couple hundred yards to see a total of three people, running, struggling to get a break from the hoard. I try to shift and ignore the sound. But the thought and sounds continue to eat away at my chest.

Cursing myself to hell I hurdle my way towards the warfare. Climbing up a fire escape and through the old ladder bridge I had set a couple days ago, I made it to the church bell, where I had tied a rock to the pendulum in the middle. Grabbing it I swung it causing a distraction long enough for me to get down to the three blind mice. Following closely behind as two of them started to notice why their luck had changed. As one of the girls, a new one with a darker skin tone and pretty dark eyes smiled gently at me as if I was a saint. I felt guilty twang in my chest for I was not worthy of such kindness with the amount of blood I've spilt.

Directing them to a daycare I had found on a supply run, me and a taller handsome man slammed the door shut behind us. "Hurry- shit. Get that desk!" I said in a struggle towards the woman who wouldn't stay off of my mind. She easily pushed it towards me with a few grunts. After a few objects stacked on top of each other, I noticed the windows just a clicker busted through. Throwing its limbs around sporadically at the nice woman I had just met. Before it could lay a hand on her as she backed away, I stabbed right through its skull with my katana.

"Jesus, you KABOBBED that thing. Thank you." The pony tailed woman smiled and laughed, laying a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I nodded in acknowledgement as I looked over at the other twin "help me, hammer up some boards. Now." I cocked my head towards the play pins we would later use as security on this task.

As I hung the wood, secured the strength, and calmed my breathing. Not a single thought didn't include the stupid attractive woman. I'm so fucked.

#ellie williams #the last of us #strong female protagonist #enemies to lovers

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sugar-petals · 2 years

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m e r m a n ! t a e m i n d e t a i l s | 🐚 f a n t a s y a u

↳ 【 ✥ NOTE. 】› some cute headcanon bullet points for #mermay bc i can imagine him so well like this, enjoy 🌊

# warnings. none, only fluff

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As the tradition goes, Taemin will grant five wishes to any human who just happens to help him out in any way. Why five? Because merfolk are simply polite. They don’t want to put people under pressure and also allow them to reverse any wishes that have gone wrong.

As it’s common among most merfolk, Taemin has grown out his hair halfway down his fin. He uses knots and shells to keep it under control, but a zebrafish occasionally gets tangled in it.

He hates to admit it, but shrimps bully him regularly. Taemin has yet to figure out why they pick on him. He tries not to cross their territory.

His house is made of random stones from the shore and a massive coral reef. The entrance is framed by at least 200 scrunched-up plastic bottles, tied together with a metal piece that was once a long lost anchor chain’s fragment. Other merfolk prefer to stay in abandoned boats or deeper grounds, sunken submarines even, but Taemin is comfortable in a more busy environment. It’s easier to feel the tides and stay updated with the latest gossip or news that he receives from the local shark.

His tail is a little skinny, which is unusual for merfolk his age. Although he’s tried everything from eating more algae to swimming an extra mile, it remained as lithe as it gets. Taemin figures that it’s an evolutionary thing. In a mertribe, some members might have to squeeze through shipwrecks to get food and housing resources. It does feel like an advantage for scavenging.

Taemin’s five cousins swam abroad to get to know the world. He doesn’t feel ready yet, or say, likely wants to linger in his hut for a little while. He’s content with where he’s at. He may be playful, but he’s not a character that likes risks. However: One day, Taemin wants to see a tropical island reef.

Then again, he also likes cold waters. Winter is his favorite season because ‘the sea gets a roof’. He likes to knock against the frozen surface from below to hear the ephemeral sound, and find chunks large enough to climb onto. Taemin’s heard a lot about the merfolk in the arctic regions and knows how to talk to sea lions, and potentially polar bears.

One of his hobbies is carrying home extremely rare objects that humankind left in the depths of the ocean. A rotten old ship steering wheel from the 18th century is his entire pride. Car parts and broken statues are a close runner-up. He hates and loves his hobby because crafting with these bizarre objects, as fun as it is, also means they’re more likely to fall apart.

Sometimes, Taemin watches humans eat ice cream at the pier. He hides behind a motorboat at the quay and only lets his eyes peek out. Truth be told, he’s jealous that they found ways to flavor the ice.

Another obsession he has is crafting jewelry. Taemin likes to string up random shells and pearls with whatever can serve best as a little thread. He ties all of it around his waist and neck for fun.

As of lately, Taemin is in the know: There’s a famous decades-old superhero comic with a merman in it, alongside an amazon, a bat guy, and a cat lady, most curiously. He overheard a conversation at the harbor. Apparently, there’s a recent movie series. He keeps on wondering why they’d call this ‘water-man’, the alleged protagonist, such an obvious name. However, Taemin is reassured that humans like to imagine merfolk in a positive way.

Merman upkeep is sometimes tedious. Brushing out his scales is even more tiring than hair maintenance. But you gotta stay fly to impress the jellyfish.

Taemin’s absolute pet peeve is people spitting out their chewing gum into the water. And throwing in their coffee cups. They turn fuzzy after a minute.

There are ways in which he could go on land, but it takes a full week until his legs part and look fully human. He has no plans to live above ground anytime soon, though.

He can sing very well, but his audience are mostly larger crowds of fish.

Taemin owns a rusty dagger to fend for himself, but he keeps it locked in a treasure chest with no intent of using it. His father gave it to him in a sort of ritual he didn’t really understand. If someone starts a massive fight with him and he can’t by all means avoid it, he agreed with himself that he’ll just wrap that person or animal into his hair and free them once they’ve calmed down. That logic hasn’t worked with the shrimps because they’re insufferable to him, but with everyone else he’s confident that they can talk things out.

Since he turned 15, Taemin carries at least 32 tattoos on him. That one was another complicated ritual... involving the spikes of a lionfish, and a batch of octopus ink. Yeah, the one that’s poisonous to humans. Some tattoos are visible during daytime, others only show at night. The majority of them are stretched across his back, hidden by the giant sway of hair.

It’s easier for him to swim upwards than downwards. Deep sea animals really scare Taemin, he’s not keen on meeting any of those. Their language is convoluted and they curse, which is a no-go to his delicate ears. Taemin would rather meet some orcas and trout.

In the evenings, he talks to himself a lot. It draws in countless mer creatures who want to listen, but it’s mostly talk about how mean the shrimps are so they swim off. „Can’t help ya, buddy. They hate on us, too.“

Going to merman school, he mostly had decent ratings on tests. He specialized in education about icebergs and oceanic plankton.

For as long as he can think, Taemin has been attracted by music. He’s a born water dancer, and the merfolk of his village really respect him for it. Every time there is a festival, he’s invited to show a choreography.

He envies humans because they have such a huge variety of instruments, and air really does help with spreading the tone of them. Underwater, it needs much deeper, stronger noise to create music that spreads wide enough at all. That’s why he often makes his own instruments with any material he can find. He’s happy tinkering in his little reef hut, and he looks forward to winter.

【🐠 END NOTE】› thank you for reading <3 - caro

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#taemin #taemin hc #shinee #lee taemin #taemin headcanon #mermay #shinee headcanon #taemin fluff #merman #mermay writings #mermay 2022 #taemin imagine #kpop headcanons

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theadventurerslog · 7 months

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Discworld | Part 6

Last time I ended off with looking for the golden artifacts and I'd found 1/6. I decided my next step would be to try dealing with the fishmonger so back I went.

I looked him over and discovered he had a gold belt buckle. Just trying to take it resulted in him pulling a sword from his swordfish–another reason for the name!–in threat. "Ah the old sword in a swordfish trick!" So obviously it’s not going to be that simple, but you gotta try stuff for science, right? Right.

Something else that had been bugging me as a "This is clearly something that is part of a puzzle" thing, has been the caviar beside him. He reaches out periodically to grab and eat some. It seemed fairly clear to me that I would need to put something in there for him to grab instead.

You know what else has been bugging me since the start of the game? That wizard apprentice's prunes. Caviar. Prunes. Octopus in the toilet. Yeah.

I needed to finally get those prunes. I wasn't entirely sure how. I went back to the Unseen University but had no success except what else is there that I hadn't yet found a use for? The gong in the dining hall. I still didn't have anything to hit the gong with. What might one use for a gong? A drum stick.

There was, keyword 'was' when I was done with things, a drumstick as part of the sign for the Drum/Broken Drum tavern. There had been a fight the previous night. A fight I could start that previous night. I think I said I saw a lot of L-Space. Yeah, that kept up as it was time to return to the previous night again.

I started a fight by messing with a guy's glass, the troll bouncer went in to break that up or make it worse, who knows.

Either way it left me free to use the ladder to climb the sign and break off a drum stick.

Then I returned to the present day leaving more destruction from that night and went back to the university to finally hit the gong!

And that summoned the apprentice to eat, leaving his bag of prunes free for the taking. Two things here finally resolved and it felt great.

Feeling very cheerful and a bit smug, I waltzed back to the fishmonger and watched as I successfully added the prunes to the caviar and he successfully ate one and erm, successfully needed the facilities.

He zipped off to the outhouse and I followed. I could see his belt buckle under the outhouse door and... I couldn't grab it. I'd try and he'd just reach down and stop me. And I stared aghast because there's an octopus in that toilet! How did this not work! How was he not reacting more? The things this game makes me say!

I left the alley which also caused the fishmonger to leave as well. I went back in to check on the octopus and it was indeed there. I stared at my inventory wondering what the heck to do now.

The octopus needed to be, shall we say clingier. Perhaps, more attracted? Loving even.

Yeah, I fed it the love potion custard.

I set things off again with the prunes.

Mission accomplished.

Poor fishmonger was grabbed? Hugged? Um, otherwise incapacitated leaving his belt buckle free for the taking.

2/6 golden artifacts acquired!

I wasn't really sure what to do next. I knew the chimney sweep had one. I was suspicious of the toymaker. I wasn't sure about the others.

But, I decided with the pot emptied of its custard, I figured it wouldn't hurt to go back to the wishing well and grab more water.

The barber/dentist was still waiting there. No milkmaid for him yet oh dear.

I grabbed my water and carried on, but made note of him still waiting.

I also discovered, as is my way that I missed another location out there on the outside map! I missed the edge of the world, at the, well, edge.

I got over there to find a rainbow, and coconuts and a lantern and a place to maybe use a fishing pole should I get one or the equivalent. I was able to get the coconuts and the lantern. I used the screwdriver on the coconut to get some coconut milk.

This game drives me over the edge sometimes too, Rincewind.

I took off back into the city to try the lantern with the Broken Drum's pitch black cellar, but while the lantern has oil sloshing around, I'm not sure it was actually lit and I couldn't seem to light it myself if it wasn't. So, that was a bust again. The cellar is turning into another long-term niggle.

I did some wandering and went back to the inn where I discovered I could add the soap to my pot of water for some frothy water. Not helpful right now, but I'm sure it will be.

I decided to give the palace another whack now that I have so much more inventory and I figured if I missed all those clues with the brotherhood maybe there was something else I missed with the guards.

One of them mentioned the psychia-trickerist and there was still talk about the guard's ugly wife (sigh). I tried one of the ink blots and the other guard compared it to the guy's wife causing another fight and allowing me back in at last. This also caused them to leave permanently at least for now, which is nice.

Things had changed a bit now. The thief was gone, Nanny Ogg had moved up in line and the tax collector who had been in the stocks was in line now.

The peasant was still there and informed me the thief had gone back to The Shades.

And that has led to The Shades finally being open to me, so in I went. One note I've forgotten to mention and I hoped it would be resolved in the Shades is that at night the outhouse door has graffiti on it that read:

"Prove that you're a man! See Sally at the House of Negotiable Affection and ask for a "Special"!

So my hopes going in to the Shades were as follows:

-Find the house of negotiable affection and get the proof

-Use said proof with the street urchin to progress things with hopefully the toy maker which will maybe somehow lead to another artifact?

-Find the thief and his artifact!

-Find something to help with the chimney sweep for getting his artifact too?

In we go...

For all the danger vibes, it's a deathless point and click game still. So far, anyway, it was pretty easy-going.

I first found a mason with a golden trowel, ahah. Which makes far more sense than my other guesses; that's what I get for basing them solely on people I'd met so far.

He was having a bit of a time with his underthings--getting worn out, breezy, y'know. Clearly a case of get him a replacement and get the trowel in return.

I also found the thief's hovel and was able to use the ladder to cross over to it but the thief who was seemingly asleep woke and shoved me back out when I got too close.

I wasn't sure what to do about that, so I carried on with the exploration.

Lastly was the House of Negotiable Affection.

I talked to the ladies, but didn't really get much in the way of anything useful.

As it is technically still daytime, despite what the Shades look like and I had seen the graffiti with the clue about the house at night, I figured I'd go back and try then.

That was the ticket. I was able to talk to Sally and ask for a special, ohh la la.

Which turned out to be custard.

She further elaborated with a saying from her granny "good kissing only lasts five minutes but good cookery lasts for years." I'll take good cooking any day.

Anyway, when I got back out I had golden bloomers so there was my proof to bring to the street urchin, but first I stopped by the thief's hovel again and while I was able to enter the only thing I could interact with was a bed. Still a big shrug there at this point.

So I went back to the day and the street urchin, presented my proof of being a man and learned the secret handshake. The old timers were, once again, used as a training exercise.

And I got a well-padded bra out of it?? Or stole it? Glorified pick pocketing? I don't know; I'm a bit vague on what was happening here.

And that confusion continued when I went back to try it on the mason and he was satisfied with what he got from Rincewind??--and gave me the golden trowel. I really didn't quite catch what happened. Were his underthings taken? He was holding something white.

At least I got a third artifact! And oops, the toymaker was not involved in any of this.

Three more to go:

Thief Chimney Sweep The Fool

I was however stuck on all three of these.

After much wandering, mental screaming and staring and apparently doing things in the wrong order! I got some friend help and got into the thief's hovel. The problem was waking him, so I needed to muffle the ladder. The padded bra was the key but I had tried to use it on the ladder before when it was already out. I needed to combine them in my inventory. With that sorted I was able to get in.

The thief was sleeping with a golden key dangling. I tried to take it, he rolled over. I was able to get him to roll back by tickling his feet with the feather. I tried to take it, failed again. Tickled again, tried again and got it, so I guess it got loosened? Or something? I got it anyway, so four artifacts down!

And then there were two more to go...

I went for the chimney sweep next. I figured from his conversation I might need to knock him down. There are chimneys on the rooftops within reach. There is a big fireplace in the alchemist's place. I thought something explosive. Either sending it up or down the chimney. I was part way right but missing the initial step.

Thanks to another friend hint I realized I needed to drop the Hogfather doll down the chimney. Because like Santa. I just... that damn doll has been in my inventory for so long I kind of forgot it? Even though it's right there? I just sort of stopped registering it. I also wondered if it and the donkey toy were fun optional things because the donkey toys never showed up at the toy shop again making it seem missable. Of course it could be once you scoop the donkey only then do the Hogfather dolls show up, but I didn't know that! I'm kind of irritated I didn't get that one. I feel like I should have been able to figure that out. Some kind of damn item blindness.

Get in the chimney, you lil' bastard.

I dropped him down there, the chimney got clogged, the alchemist's place filled with smoke and the fire went out. The chimney sweep came to clean that chimney and while I could talk to him, I still couldn't take his gold broom. He had a sword too like the fishmonger, but this time a sword in the chimney trick.

So, down I went to the alchemist's and it was time for that explosion. I put the keg of gunpowder in the now empty fireplace, attached the twine which was fed through the sink out into the drain pipe. (and yet the twine still persists in my inventory, it's truly endless). I went outside and lit my new fuse and boom!

The chimney sweep was knocked off the roofs and the broom was sent flying to land in the Luggage.

Five artifacts acquired! I've dropped them all off with the dragon.

One more artifact left. Next time it's time to figure out how to get it from the Fool. And what it even is, for that matter.

#discworld #discworld game #adventure games #discworld_log

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the-official-account · 1 year

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episode.......25

and so it begins...or ends!

anything can kill a vampire it just has to happen a lot alsdfjal;sdjfasdlfkjas

"what do we have in the way of the tommy gun...ACAB but i'll take it" asdjlfa;sdlfjasf

one of my favorite parts of ttrpgs is the whole "buckle down to fight a boss" bits they're so satafying, the anticipation if palpable

okay the trip threat has been adjusted but in my mine vellum is still for sure looking 👀👀👀😳😳😳

spar is like "Bestie I have one emotionally intelligent braincell on loan from anya...but i'll do my best!!!" (I'm exaggerating, he's pretty savvy but asd;lfas;dlf)

I love how bridge worship's providence and their whole deal is STILL "dont fucking mess with those cards"

"When i don't know what to do I try to think about what makes the people I care about safest" Where's that *gently holds* image when you need it because AAAAWWWWHHHHHHH.

" we could try locking them up?" Spar no asldfja;wdsjf

The dreamy sigh i let out when spar said the whole "I trust you with my life" thing. That's the gayest shit he's said yet, I think.

Okay but all im saying is consider Xbala/Anya/Tatiana. Just consider. Really think on this. the ultimate chaos trio

"It's Xbala"

"Does she have anya with her?"

"yes"

it was establish that anya was standing behind her but my initial mental image was FOR SURE Xbala carrying's anya under one arm dfghsadflhgsfgsld

I feel like spar is trying to hard to exude "man of the house" energy all the time and normally that would work except 80% of people in the podcast see him as a younger brother-ish-situation. But he did good with anya!!!!

I think they should give anya a knife and set her lose though, that's just my opinion

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GOTTA, SEE A LAWYER AND PICK EM IPAS DFA;LDSJFAS BY STUPID DOODLE IS CANNON NOW I HAVE DECIDED.

:O SPAR DON'T BE MEAN TO XBALA!!

"look i had real qualms about manhandling a lawyers" asdfjha;sdjfa;skdfj

"AND ANYAS LIKE i would bite you" QUEEEEEEN SHIT OH MY GOD

OF COURSE FUCKING DIAMOND IS TRYING TO DITCH OUT ON THE FUCKING DEAL. UGH!!! (DEROGATORY!) TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO!

Diamond better not be saying they're going to that meeting.

ipswitch noooo. Ipswitch i like you so much but don't fall for thissss noooo. something sus is like fore SURE going down adn i dunno what it is but i DO NOT trust it

COMMUTES VIA PARKOUR WHILE BLINDFOLDED HE'S SUCHHHH AS FUNNY LITTLE GUY!!!!!! OH MY BGOD

oh my god vellum but as a baby.....wait who is iris? I may not know an iris yet but I am VERY interested in vellum's work friends (in inventing names of one(1) random character for a fic I chose, or all names, naomi...........)

SPAR MAKING MATCHING SHIT FOR HIM AND SOREL IS SO PRECIOUS HOLY FUCK.

what ARE the xbala anya vibes. OMG IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO CONSIDERED THAT SHIP. Ooooh Xbanya is a really good name. Xatianya also??? At some point if you cram enough names together they make one (1) sci-fi russian princess.

Yeha maybe Lunavella's just a GILF. THE CAT/BIRD ENERGY there are layers...there are LAYERS to this yeah as;kldfja;lsjdf

as a listener I had not considered this I would assume the poleaxe was just like. a socially acceptable and sexy addition to an outfit

LALSDFJLSDFHGALKJSFD i was waiting for spar's reaction to the triple threat

I feel like if you're headed to the truth booth in your relatioship it oughta be ending anyway

MERIM I'VE BEEN ABANDONED BY MY DATE NOOOOOO Jakub ditching lunavella for QC is understandable and probably the best strategic but still a bit lame

Luna is sticking with vellum and bc you just KNOW she's a god at that etch-a-sketch. The kiddies in the olde elven kinda garden couldn't HOPE to keep up.

DIAMOND CAN YOU RESPECT EPIPLE'S AUTONOMY FOR FIVE MINUTES?

OOOOH THAT TELEPORTATION IDEA IS RAD

OOOOH THE HOUSING BEING FAKE IS SO GOOD

Do all the pendant work? Did they find a way to manufacturer more? If they can surgery everyone wearing a pendant like giving them diamond's mind control is a massive L but being able to identify that many members is super useful? Also fuck diamond.

"diamond is frozen in time" haha. Bitch.

EEEEEE voracity outing Merim like that aiiiiiint great. VORACITY YOU LEAVE SPAR THE FUCK ALONE. FUCK.

I really hope they get their backup in soon. Ahhh!!!!!

I'm glad to be caught up. My blood pressure will be slightly higher for the next 2 weeks

@threeheartscast

#very happy to be here now im going the fuck to bed #edil chats #edil liveblogs three of hearts #three of hearts #three of hearts pod

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hottakehoulihan · 2 months

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Texting autocomplete game.

In which Houli blogs about the mechanics of texting on a clunky interface that requires minor puzzle solving to type "correctly". You've been warned. Filter out "HHH.txt" if you don't want long talky bits like this. : ) But I've been wanting to talk about this ad-hoc "game" I've been playing for a while. I use a dumb flip-phone. I *own* a smartphone, and will carry it on longer journeys so I have a camera and a GPS and emergency backup books/internet and such, but what's in my pocket 90% of the time I'm wearing pockets (I refuse to have clothing that doesn't have pockets. I will sometimes grudgingly carry a bag also) is a flip phone. Partly for simplicity; I am easily distracted by shiny baubles, books, and the internet, and I don't need to add browsing-via-phone to my already-too-online-via-desktop lifestyle. Also partly due to electronic privacy concerns; it has security-through-obscurity doesn't get much spam, and if I'm hacked or captured/robbed by the thugs in blue or some other nefarious ne'er-do-wells, they won't get much off of my flip phone because there isn't much there. It's a phone, not a camera or wallet or banking application device. The companies who manage flip phones are too small-time to even maintain metadata logs of my texts. I take some comfort in knowing that it's not a trap or effective tracking/doxxing/spy device. It costs $25 a month and if I lose it I will be sad and then I will cancel the contract and get a new one.

The elderly people I sometimes volunteer with are amused and gratified to see it, too. : ) And when someone asks me to scan a QR code or to pay via Venmo instead of cash? I laugh, show them my phone, and find a workaround.

I do text a fair bit on it for work, though, and that's a pain.

This isn't because I have to hit the 5 key [checks phone] three times every time I want a lower-case L; it has different modes for text entry and one of them would allow me to type...well, here's a visual aid: ____ ABC DEF GHI JKL MNO PQRS STU WXYZ so if I hit "36688" it'll guess I'm typing "donut" because not many other words fit. ...though if I type "whence" it'll assume I mean "when" and I'll have to tap the arrow key to select "whence".

Which isn't too bad. Sometimes it doesn't KNOW the word because the phone vocabulary mostly stops at the fifth-grade level. That's just one of the minor pains.

The pain is multifaceted. It's got the same idiotic refusal to swear that other phones have, and also it won't let me teach it new words, so the friendly slang/abbreviations I use with friends isn't there. I can say "gotta" but not "druther" or "TMW".

But that's no big deal. The not swearing without typing it in one letter at a time (and there is lag for some reason) is more annoying. Mostly, it doesn't know to capitalize the first word of a sentence. I was sneered at through much of my early childhood for my, erm, enthusiastic (and self-taught) literacy, and by damn I'm going to capitalize words the way I choose just as a "fuck you" to those bygone wads of sidewalk gum.

So, if I'm typing "Good morning!" at the beginning of a text, it'd come out "good morning!" and that'd piss me off and I'd have to either switch to all-caps single-letter-entry mode (at least six extraneous keypresses and my hands already hurt from all the typing, pen-holding, fidgeting, and video gaming I do)

or?

I type "god" and it autocorrects to "God" because it has a separate category for what it considers to be proper nouns. If I want my sentence to start with "When" I'll type "wed" and it'll suggest "Wed" (the abbreviation for Wednesday, because Odin is both a proper noun and a "God") and then backspace so I just have the W and can type "hen" because that's a word.

In this way I can avoid extra keypresses on the tiny thing and still have capitalizing on words. I hear that people of my age find proper capitalizing and punctuation to "sound angry" or something, but hell with it; my friends know me. As one person dear to me said, my "idiolect is consistent."

Anyway, using my darn phone to text is, I have mused, a sort of word-puzzle game all by itself.

The word COVID is especially annoying because it's meant to be all caps, right? Corona Virus Disease "CoViD".

...but heck with that; that's too formal and fiddly even for me. Also, by now, it's such an old companion that we may as well just call it "covid." ...and

up until now I've been typing "cove" (backspace) "it" (because if I just type "i" it'll capitalize it) (backspace) and then "d".

"cove" = 4 keypresses confirm = 1 keypress backspace = 1 kp

"it" = 2 kp confirm+backspace = 2kp

"d" = 1 kp confirm = 1kp

This is a total of 12 keypresses to type "covid" because the darn phone won't learn the word of course.

Only in the last hour did it occur to me I could type:

"corvid" and confirm = 7 kp left arrow thrice = 3 kp backspace (to remove the "r") = 1 kp down (to jump back to the end of my sentence) = 1 kp Total keypresses 11, and it's a lot less fiddly

Or it would be.

Because the dang phone doesn't recognize "corvid" as a word.

Some day, when I get back into programming, I should work out either a game or at least a solver for determining optimal efficiency of typing random sentences with this flawed interface and limited wordlist.

It's almost satisfying.

I type the names "Lon" and "Ali", and the weekday and month abbreviations, and of course "god", quite a bit. Absent other considerations such as wanting to type a specific word ("God" is a good choice for "Good morning" but for "Greetings" I might choose "Gretchen" and then remoove the "tch" and "n" and write "things" and remove the "h") my defaults for capitalizing are:

Ali Bob Cali Dan Eddie Fri God Hal I Joe Kali Lon Mar Nov Oki Paul Quinn Rob Sun Ted USA Vance Wed ??? Yves Zulu ...though if I'm starting a sentence with a Q or a V (and I can't imagine starting one with an X right now) I might just say heck with it and rework my sentence so I can start with something easy like "I was wondering" just so I don't have to deal with the backspacing.

Moral of the story, I suppose, is that not allowing users to add their own vocabulary to your text-input interface makes the designers of this deserve to have their hair glued into one big wad.

And then for people to throw wads of soft bread at them.

Duck them.

#HHH.txt

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