#they have quite the issues trying to run it ‘smoothly’

[azrielwingspan]

SOON (THEO NOTT X READER)

Summary : Theodore Nott was just another Slytherin asshole to most of Hogwarts. But to you, he was something much much more.

Themes : Mild kissing and swearing.

A/N : This is my first Theo fic AHHH. Just thought I would give it a shot. Let me know how it is!

P.S.- This is strictly a one shot. There will be no part 2.

"He is quite charming isn't he?" Ginny commented sneaking a glance at Theodore Nott. Seated at the Slytherin table between his usual rowdy gang of friends, he smirked at something Lorenzo had said.

"I think the word you're looking for is enigmatic, Gin. For all we know, he could be Voldemort in disguise." you stated flatly, stabbing a piece of potato on your plate. Earning a smack on the arm for using You-know-who's name so boldly, you ignored Ginny's attempts at convincing you to attend the party being thrown tonight.

"Help me understand why you're so bloody against the idea?! Is it because you have to bring a date?" she raised her eyebrows in question.

"That may be a part of the reason." you refused to meet her owl like stare, instead choosing to focus on the copy of the Daily Prophet in front of you.

"Why would that be an issue ? I can name five people off the top of my head who would say yes instantly." she prodded further, thankfully choosing to redirect her gaze towards the mail she'd received. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, you snuck a glance at Theodore again. The sleeves of his uniform were rolled upto his elbow and you greedily took in the sight of his veiny forearms.

"What are you looking at?" Ginny broke you out of the reverie, your eyes immediately flitting towards the shawl Pansy was wearing.

"Pansy's new shawl. I can't recall which store I've seen it in but it looks very familiar." The lie rolled out smoothly, misleading Ginny. The pang of guilt ,that never lessened in impact, hit you yet again.

"Oh. Yeah, it does look quite familiar now that you mention it." She went off on a tangent about clothes and you let out a relieved sigh.

Ginny couldn't know. Not for now atleast.

The morning went on, your focus elsewhere during most of the classes. Ginny hadn't brought up the party again but you knew it was unavoidable. You were definitely acting quite strange. Not being the one to turn down an invite, your sudden refusal to attend this massive party did come as a surprise to your friends.

You had your reasons. Utterly selfish reasons.

However as the evening rolled by, Ginny had cornered you into agreeing. On bringing up the issue of the date, she'd simply shrugged and said "I took care of it."

That did not sound very reassuring.

It was worse than you had expected.

"CORMAC MC FUCKIN LAGGEN ?!?" you hissed at Ginny , your back to the boy in question.

Ginny looked away sheepishly and said "He told Hermione who told me that he had a thing for you. So I thought you guys could talk? I mean you don't have to really. Just drop him off in a corner."

"Drop him---" pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration, you whipped around to face Laggen and gave him a saccharine smile.

"Nice to meet you Laggen but I'm not interested."

He looked astounded, trying to wrap his head around the rejection. After a few seconds, he managed to sputter out "We haven't talked yet. How can you--"

"Yes. Yes I can. You have my permission to tell everyone I'm your date but please don't approach me again. Bye." you sauntered off into the party, Ginny keeping up behind you.

"Where's Harry anyways?" you asked, straining your neck to see past the crowd.

"Running late. Neville set his pants on fire so Ron and Harry are helping him out."

Shaking your head in amusement, you let your eyes run around the room searching for him.

There.

Theo sat on the couch near the fireplace, one arm thrown around the back , a glass of amber liquid in the other. The smoke from Mattheo's cigarette made his figure hazy.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink." Ginny said her voice floating by. You nodded distractedly , your attention held captive by Theo.

As if sending your presence behind him , he turned his head around and met your eyes. Slight confusion marred his face making his eyebrows furrow. He hadn’t expected you to be here.

Signalling to you with a quick nod of his head, he excused himself from his group of friends and made his way to his dorms. You stayed down for a couple more minutes , getting yourself a drink to throw off suspicion.

“Hey, I didn’t think you’d come tonight. Ginny change your mind?” Pansy popped out of the blue , startling you.

“Uh.. Pansy, hey. Yeah you know how Gin is.” Pansy was a bit of a talker. Aware that this conversation could go on forever , you tried to come up with an excuse. “Hey listen, I’ve got to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll find you again alright?”

Not waiting for a response , you made your way in the direction of the bathrooms and took a sharp turn in the opposite direction once you made sure Pansy had redirected her attention. Sneaking up the stairway to the boys dorm, you took a moment for yourself outside Theo’s dorm room, straightening out your clothes.

“Took you long enough.” His voice drawled as you entered his room, the familiar surroundings providing a sense of comfort.

“Pansy almost started a conversation.” You said laughing lightly at his wide eyed expression.

“Didn’t take you long then.” He corrected his previous statement , prowling towards you.

“No. I guess it didn’t.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you into a searing kiss that had you holding onto his shirt for balance. The words 'I missed you' played at the tip of your tongue struggling to be let out.

He nipped at your lower lip , a breathy sigh leaving you as you tangled your hands in his hair.

"Cormac Mc fuckin Laggen? Seriously?" Theo muttered , lowering his head to place soft kisses across your jaw. Leaning your head back to give him more access, you let out a soft laugh. "That's exactly what I said. Ginny is the real culprit."

A strangled moan left your lips as he sucked at your neck, immediately soothing it with a sloppy kiss. "T-Theo..you idiot. That's gonna leave a mark." He just hummed in response seemingly lost in the pleasure. Tugging his head back, you made him meet your gaze head on.

"If we stay up here for any longer, they'll suspect." A shiver passed through you as his hands trailed lower and cupped you arse, pulling your hips to his. "Let them." he said dropping his head to capture your lips once more.

"THEO, YOU IN THERE ??" Blaise Zabini's voice boomed through the door making you jump. A string of Italian curses left Theo's mouth as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah give me a minute!"

Cupping your face in his hands, he leaned down to your face placing you at eye level. "It'll all be over soon alright? We won't have to hide anymore. We can be free." The promise in his eyes lit a spark of hope within you, a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Soon." you whispered , your eyes fluttering shut as you placed a kiss on his Dark Mark.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for this disagreement with some of my friends/colleagues?

So I(40s F) used to work in local level government. I quit to pursue other career opportunities because of burnout, but they asked me to stay on in an official-unofficial advisory capacity, and I'm still pretty close with the current office holders, particularly the current occupant of my former office (A, 30s X). Their boyfriend (H, 30s M), who also works there, isn't fond of me but more or less tolerates me when they're around, which is okay enough. Both their job and my current one necessitate a lot of travel, so it's not often an issue.

Things run pretty smoothly, overall, and I do think the entire city council has the people's best interests at heart. However, recently a natural disaster devastated our area and caused a lot of disagreement over how best to deal with it, and frankly the proposal that was eventually put forward was an awful one that would return a privileged few (about 25% of the population, after estimating numbers) to a semblance of normalcy while neglecting the other 75%. Neither A nor I are willing to back the group's play on this one, for what I feel are obvious reasons. A has gone completely no contact with all of us and I don't even know where they are right now, which aside from worrying me a lot, also hurt my position in the discussion since I officially hold no office anymore.

So I took pretty decisive action to stop them, and now three of our original council (H, plus other members E and L) are extremely pissed off at me and are trying to rally the rest to oppose me, while making some extremely shortsighted and harmful moves in the process that will hurt a lot of people. They don't seem to care, however. It's like they consider the majority lesser human beings and only care about that privileged 25%. I don't think I did everything right, but I did my best. We have to let go of the past and make the best of what we have now, for everyone's sake. No more shall man have wings to bear him to paradise. Henceforth, he shall walk.

AITA for sundering reality into fourteen reflections to stop my coworkers? Or should they have accepted that their paradise is gone, and ceded the reflections to their new fragmented, imperfect inhabitants?

What are these acronyms?

[thedarlingdearestdead]

Piloting:

Summary: You are an innocent padawan just trying to get some flying experience. Anakin gets quite close and personal... P2 here!

Warnings: None, kissing.

Word count: 1,470

The control room was buzzing with energy, the action hadn’t begun yet, in fact you had barely entered deep space. That didn’t stop the round chamber being filled with voices, nervous and excited all at once. It was a diplomatic mission but with some high profile guests. And one very high profile, up and coming Jedi. Anakin Skywalker was in charge of escorting the ships path to Alderaan. It was a new starship, one of the first of its kind in the entire galaxy. It was kind of a big deal. You supposed that was why it got such an infamous man as its a protector.

Your own master had remained of Courasant, giving you this mission was a part of your pilots training. You were one of many people charged with flying the large ship, all sitting before a large globe-like window at the front of the vessel. It was beautiful. 

Not that you were getting much of a look outside. Indeed, the information which was being processed on your holo in front of you was almost too much for you, flying down the page at a million miles per second, you could barely look up. Trying to type, do calculations and stay updated on the latest feed all at once, you barely recognised the change in atmosphere. 

But then, a sudden silence fell over the room. You finally looked up from your holo to see what had caused it, and that's when you saw him. Just at your flank, an intimidating figure in black, messy curly hair, bright blue eyes. He had an eager grin on his face as he looked around the large cockpit. 

Anakin walked down the stairs in the centre to talk to the captain, his voice was quiet but animated, though his posture was reserved- most likely aware that he was being watched by the rest of the room. 

Your eyes flicker down to your work as he continues his conversation, trying not to get distracted from your task. It was already bad enough being on battlefields with him, surrounded by smoke and chaos. Here in a relatively quiet, well lit, stunning new room in the middle of outer space, you could feel his presence becoming an issue. 

He claps the captain on the back congenially and walks back up the rows of seated crew, surveying various screen and rapturously taking in the information. Anakin loved flying, stories of his landings were popular gossip among the other cadets that you often trained with.

You were sucked back into your work, tapping almost habitually now on your keyboard and zoning out, focused completely on the numbers in front of you. That’s when you feel a shadow on your left. General Skywalker had made his way to your section of the long desk and was scanning your holo even as you worked. He leaned in closer. Then closer still. You jolted as one of his hands went to the back of your chair, the metal one, and the other lay on your desk. He was practically crouching over the surface, overcrowding your space entirely. 

You couldn’t breathe. And you couldn't deny the thrill that ran down your spine at his proximity.

"Is everything running smoothly, L/N“ His voice was low, curious and amused, he could clearly sense the effect he was having on you. 

You swallowed hard, trying desperately to focus on the task at hand. "Yes, sir," you managed to reply, hoping your voice didn't betray the flutter in your stomach.

Anakin chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Relax, pilot. We're not in the middle of a battle. There's no need to be so tense."

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. But it was difficult with Anakin so close, his scent enveloping you - a mixture of metal and leather and something distinctly, dangerously, male.

You tried to ignore the proximity, but the warmth of his body radiating behind you was making it difficult to concentrate. Anakin's breath tickled the shell of your ear as he leaned even closer to look at your screen. His metal hand grazed your shoulder as he pointed at something on the display, sending shivers down your spine.

"Is that the trajectory for the hyperdrive jump?" he asked, his voice confident and clear in the echoing hangar.

You nodded, trying to keep your focus on the screen. It was hard to keep your composure with Anakin so close. You could smell the spicy cologne he wore, and it was intoxicating.

"Good work," Anakin praised, nodding at you and looking you in your stunned eyes.

But it passed so suddenly and he was looking out on the entire crew now, “Good work all of you. Looks like it’ll be smooth sailing from here.”

The tension in your body dissipated as Anakin walked away, but you couldn't shake the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. You tried to push the sensation out of your mind and focus on your work, but it was no use. The rest of the journey felt endless, your mind constantly wandering to the magnetic presence of Anakin Skywalker.

When the ship finally arrived at Alderaan, you couldn't help but feel relieved that the journey was over. You quickly gathered your things and made your way out of the cockpit, eager to finally get some fresh air, recuperate your composure and energy for the flight back in a couple of days. You were staying on planet for the weekend before being due back at the Temple. But as you stepped out of the ship, you were met with a surprising sight.

Anakin was waiting there, leaning against the side of the ship, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked up as you approached, his eyes immediately locking onto yours. You felt your cheeks flush as you tried to keep calm. Your grip tightened on your bag and you nodded at him in greeting, silently praying that he would let you leave. 

But Anakin didn't falter, instead he pushed himself off the ship and walked towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by him as he approached, his imposing figure towering over you. He stopped just inches away from you, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for something.

"You did well on the flight," he said, his voice low and husky. "I was impressed. Your master speaks very highly of you"

Your heart skipped a beat at his compliment, but you tried to remain passive. "Thank you, sir," you replied, keeping your voice steady. 

“It’s an amazing opportunity working on big ships like this one, and for her maiden voyage…” His voice is fond as he looks back at the ship behind you two. “Though I couldn’t help feel you were slightly distracted at one point.”

“Sir?”

He comes in closer to you, bending down, mouth right next to your ear. ”Did my presence make you nervous?"

You swallowed hard, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. “You have a way of... commanding attention.”

Anakin straightened up slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. "I can't help it," he admitted, a playful glint in his eyes. 

“You didn’t have to get so close.”

“I really was checking the engine stats”

“And after?”

“Well… Then I suppose I was checking on you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a rush of heat flood through your body.

Anakin's expression grew more serious as he leaned in once again, his warm breath ghosting over your cheek. "I can't deny that I'm drawn to you, L/N. There's something about you that I can't resist," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as a million thoughts raced through your mind. You couldn't believe that the legendary Anakin Skywalker was showing interest in you, a padawan. 

Before you could even process what was happening, Anakin's lips were on yours, kissing you hard and possessively. You moaned into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His metal hand slid down your back, pulling you closer to him as he continued to kiss you with a hunger that took your breath away.

For a moment, you forgot where you were, lost in the sensation of his lips on yours. But then you pulled back, gasping for air.

"I couldn't help myself," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. 

You pulled back further, your hands still clutching your bag. "We can't, not here. Not now," you blurted.

”I know," he replied softly, taking a step back. “We have all weekend though.” He picks up your bag which you had dropped in the moment of passion and carries it towards the doors in an obvious sign for you to follow. Gobsmacked, you do. 

[val-cansalute]

PICKING UP THE ———- PIECES -———

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cw: smut below the cut, mdni, cunnilingus LOOOOOOL, fingering, tribbing… but, like, some dirty talk 😥 idk ppl… idk… still got like three chapters left 🐺 proofread but not very well cuz i’m gonna fall asleep

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If you squint hard enough--

“Yep, it’s fixing up pretty nice, kid.”

-- you can just about make out the flecks of dust flickering in the influx of honeyed light through your windows.

“Not swollen anymore.”

And you can watch them flutter gently in mid-air, never quite meeting the ground.

You could watch them forever. Just sitting here, just like this, just like them, basking in the gentle warmth of the sunlight, the hazy sound of the nurse woman’s voice, suspended in the incessant grip of your pathetic melancholy.

“You should be fine to be back up on your feet now. Should try getting some fresh air soon.”

Her voice comes back into focus immediately.

There are stages to grief – so they say. But, to you, it feels more like a whirlpool of every emotion you’ve ever felt that you’ve been stuck in for what seems like forever, only growing in ferocity as time passes.

Been stuck in the same stage for a while. Been feeling like some external force has just been dragging your body to places day to day, not fully aware of what’s going on around you. And, as you said, soon as you can walk again, you’re out of here.

Are you even allowed to grieve a person you slaughtered?

“Yeah. Will do.”

That’s the signal. A week or so and you’ll be gone.

Do you have a plan? Do you need one? It’s not like you’re running away. You’re leaving – just, without telling anyone. You’ll just pack your shit and… go… where?

Roam?

It’s morning, the light that follows the storm-ridden, long, harsh hours of night, and the eery stillness of the snow blankets the earth now, though it was once pummelling towards the ground in malignant winds.

Ellie had woken up before you, and quickly ensured that wasn’t an issue by seemingly putting all her power into each step she took and object she lifted and aggressive sniffle or violent coughing.

What a pleasant way to wake up.

She quickly rushed off to the stables, thanking you for letting her stay the night, and once she was gone, you realised that there was an odd air of domesticity in your interactions now. You weren’t sure how to feel, so you sat in silence for a moment, until a knock interrupted your thoughts.

Without a lock to keep the pests out, the nurse woman quickly ended up inside your house, nagging you about your refusal to open the door as she looked at your ankle.

Everything happens for a reason, you suppose, since you came to the realisation that there was nothing binding you to this place any longer.

A few minutes pass, moments obscured by the depth at which you sank into your thoughts, and the nurse is helping you lull your trembling left leg into taking a step forward, when a harsh gust of icy wind envelops your skin. The door slams shut.

Ellie seems to be fond of making annoying entrances when it comes to you.

You inspect her movements curiously as she shakes the snow off her boots from over your shoulder, wondering why she’s back but not feeling even a sliver of disdain.

Eventually, she looks up to meet the pair of you’s eyes and clears her throat bringing her gloved hand to the nape of her neck to scratch.

“Hey,” she breathes out, to which you nod before carrying on with your miserable attempt at walking again, though you’re tentative to Ellie’s every movement from behind you.

The sound of that familiar creak tells you she’s sat down on your shitty mattress, and a small sniffle tells you… well, nothing.

You try to turn your focus back to the nurse woman whose eyes are trained on your leg, a smile gracing her lips when you make it back to the bed smoothly.

“There. You’re all set, kid, just keep it moving and you’ll be back to normal in no time. I’ll come check up on you in a day or two, alright? I’ll, uh… leave you two be, then.”

You hum half-heartedly, still slightly cotton-minded, watching her leave and the door close before you turn to look at Ellie looking back up at you.

“You’re back?”

With a mischievous smirk, she reveals a small jar from the side pocket of her threadbare backpack, stuffed with pure weed,

“Yeah. Thought you might want some of this.”

You take a seat beside Ellie, her eyes lingering on your every movement before you look up and meet her gaze.

“Where’d you even get that?”

“Hmm, I’ll show you next time we’re together on patrol. Here, take this.”

She hands you a blunt and you look over it cautiously, trying to mask your lack of experience and simultaneously ignore the blush of your cheeks induced by Ellie’s somehow sustained smirk.

She takes a lighter from her pocket and brings it to the tip as you hold it between your pursed lips, silently beckoning you to go ahead.

The warmth fills your chest; a pleasant wave of tingles overcomes you, like your insides turning to fuzz, and you let go, watching the smoke dance upwards and dissipate in the air separating you from Ellie.

You pass it to her, taking note of the way her lips wrap around the same place yours did moments before while your high already settles in.

Lightweight.

Maybe that’s why her eyes seem to pierce with excruciating intensity now. You look down instead and toy with the frayed end of your tattered jeans.

“You know what I realised?” she murmurs, taking another puff before continuing,

“You’ve been here for, what, half a year now?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s… actually kind of a long time. But you still act the same as you did when you first arrived.”

“Do I?”

Ellie breathes out and passes you the blunt, nodding. Your eyes don’t leave her lips.

“Yeah. Still… you know.”

“Yeah, well… I just don’t really get along with those people.”

“Those people?”

You look up and Ellie’s got a shit-eating grin plastered across her face as you jump to your own defence.

“Woooooooooo-”

“Wha- I- I didn’t mean it like that!”

“-ooooooooooo-”

Her voice is muffled by the contact of her face with the pillow you bombard her with.

“Ow! Fucking… Asshole.”

You chuckle, taking a long drag before muttering, your voice barely above a rasp,

“Bet you don’t like that, huh?”

The mattress shifts beside you as Ellie moves closer. You don’t look, but you can hear the playfulness in her words.

“Yeah, actually, I don’t.”

Silence overwhelms the room, the slow infiltration of hot smoke which now lays thick in the air rendering you too fuzzy to speak. Your fingers brush Ellie’s calloused ones as you pass her the blunt, dragging your dilated eyes to look into hers, still appearing somewhat sober.

“You dont mean that about me though, right?”

“Hm?”

“You know… The thing you said before. That you just don’t really get along with most of the people here. Cuz we get along pretty fucking well.”

Before you can hide it, you face breaks out into a grin,

“Why, would it really upset you if I meant you too?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

There’s a gentle buzzing in your chest that develops into wholehearted laughter before you realise it, contagious to Ellie, whose own lips give up trying to repress the smile playing on them now.

“I just mean… I know there’s not many people… as awesome and cool as me here, one could say, but-” she continues before you cut her off,

“-Butt-”

“-But, I don’t know, we’re kind of friends, right?”

“… One could say.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

Now, your heart’s racing and there’s a growing ache nestled between your legs, because the sight of Ellie’s own legs spread as she falls back to lean against the wall is not for the weak.

And you… You are weak.

“Unless you keep looking at me like that.” Her words rip through the warmth of the silence so you realise you had gone silent as you shamelessly stared.

“What?”

“You’re staring. Think you got a little something there too,” she leans in to wipe the imaginary drool at the corner of your lip but you sluggishly swat her hand away.

“Fuck off, I do not. And I am not.”

“Oh, yeah?”

Suddenly, the way her eyelids lay heavy over her forest green eyes, scleras tinged pink, becomes almost hypnotic, addictive.

“Yeah.”

So much so that you almost choke on your words.

“I think you are.”

Like you’re going to suffocate, unable to inhale steadily as she leans closer for the billionth time, clearly searching for the same relief you are, and her breath gently fans your lips.

“Think you’ve been staring for a while…

Think you want something real bad, huh?”

That pounding heartbeat, the shaking of your hands, this feeling is akin to fear. It’s almost terrifying how bad you want it, so you turn away and bring the blunt to your mouth again, forcing her to watch you breathe the hot air into her anticipating, flushed face. She closes her eyes, and then opens them, to see you looking right back with parted lips.

Finally, she places a gentle touch to your cheek, gracefully wrapping her other hand’s fingers around the weed in yours and flicking it into the nonexistent world surrounding you carelessly, closing the distance between the two of you once and for all.

There is a gentle sickness in the wetness with which your tongues dance against each other, and it is exhilarating in a way that makes you forget everything; in a way that makes the only thing echoing in your mind the intoxicating sound of lips smacking and Ellie’s deep groans into you, warm saliva coating the skin around your mouth.

For once, there is no reluctance in the intimacy you provide, and it has proven to be the most effective antidote to your problems yet.

Amid the rapacity, Ellie’s lips wonder further, engulfing the skin beyond, that which is your jaw, up to your flushed earlobes, and it’s so near, so tender, that it overwhelms your brain, heightening your high to unchartered altitudes. You can hear her every movement and every moan - feel it stronger than anything you’ve ever felt before, as her hands roam across the expanse of your body and settle on your tits before gently circling your nipples so that your hips buck into her shamelessly.

Ellie takes note of your sensitivity, half-lidded eyes looking into yours drunkenly as she makes her way to your chest, gliding her tongue around your raised nipple and gently pulling on the other. Your body is like a furnace, aching for her with ferocity. She knows; she burns just as bright.

Ellie’s hungry, desperate to taste you, to indulge in every drop of your flavour and savour it. So she’s sucking on your tit with such fervour, leaving a trail of spit as she wraps her lips around the other, that you find yourself pushed back against the pillows, yearning to just rip the fabric of the shirt that still rests at your collarbone right off of you.

Instead you lay still, letting the overcoming take you, and watch her with fascination, raking shaky fingers into her bound, auburn locks.

She moans into your skin at the touch and you can feel it in your pussy, the way it drips for her. Lucky for it, she makes her way down, one hand still groping desirously at your tit, the other ghosting over the waistband of your pants subconsciously. God, you need it, a thousand times over and then a million over again.

Ellie’s at your hipbone, infuriatingly close to where you need her, and you’re trembling with anticipation, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Fuck… take ‘em off…”

She smirks up at you dazedly, and you resist the urge to shove her head back into you,

“You want me?”

“Yes, fuck… Ellie, please.”

She hooks her fingers into your belt loops and pulls them down without further question, dragging your underwear down too, almost fast enough to not notice the wet spot in them.

Almost.

Her relishing the sight of the fat jiggling as her hand slaps your tit and you jerking forward juxtaposes the lazy kiss she presses to your swollen clit, hands moving to your thighs as she pulls you closer.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

Gently sucking the bud into her plump lips pushes a breathy moan out of you in grateful relief and, as you grind against her tongue, she runs the tip of it teasingly up your weeping slit so that you’re reduced to a picturesque masterpiece of nothingness above her, with your head thrown back and your mouth hanging open, sweet whimpers trailing out, and your glistening chest displayed beautifully.

And the way you rut your cunt up against her, aching to feel her tongue deeper, aching to have her inside, makes her thrust against the pillow like a dog in heat for some semblance of relief, friction. You want to be the one to give it to her. Each husky groan pushes you further, the vibrations against your cunt sending you to heaven and back.

Ellie’s mouth is the fucking greatest, the swirl and suck a godsend to your clouded mind, with its focus streamlined to your pussy, so you moan deafeningly when two rough fingers slip into you and pump in and out of your viscous walls rapidly.

The sound of her slurping fills the room, and it is filthy, pornographic, but you’re moaning and twitching against her regardless, your pussy clenching tight for her, squeezing and pulling in her digits ravenously.

Soon, embarrassingly soon, your hips jerk, overwhelmed with delicious, warm ripples of pleasure throughout your body, and your eyes roll back as you tense and cum in her mouth for what seems like forever, but she holds you down, her lips and fingers never letting up.

Your sweaty figure is hunching over, stomach tensed and caving in, resisting the stimulation to your sensitive clit, with the hand laced through her hair now pushing her away despite the fact that you love it. Her eyes are closed and she’s wholly immersed in your essence and your whimpers, lapping at the slick pouring out of your pussy greedily with a gentle shake of her head between your quivering thighs.

A moan of your name and she’s up, humming in devious satisfaction, and giving your fucked out face a pussydrunk grin, your milky cum painting the lower half of her face so it glistens stunningly.

She shoves her fingers into your open mouth, muttering a quiet, “Fuck,” through laboured breaths as you suck on them, tasting yourself. Before she can go back in, pulling them away, you reach out to her desperately and smash her lips against yours again, pussy throbbing simply because she exists, as she lets out a small noise in shock but quickly moves in tune with you.

Between breaths, you help her take her clothes off, hugging her to your exposed chest, your heart pounding readily. There’s nothing you want more than to feel every inch of her on you completely, and the feeling of her hugging you back with just as much hunger makes you hot.

Slowly, you watch the string of slick connecting her pussy to her underwear dwindle as you pull them further down her legs, listening to the sound of her panting loud into your ear, and feeling her hair gently grazing your flushed cheeks.

Ellie pushes your left leg up and slots her cunt against yours so you can feel her hot skin moulding with yours, throwing her head back at the obscenity of the squelching noise it creates.

“Fuck, baby, it’s so wet, you’re so wet, all mine,”

“Ellie, oh my god.”

Slow movements turn into feverish humping, the sound of your wet cunts slapping each other reverberating and she leans over and places her forehead, wisps of hair stuck to it via droplets of sex sweat, against yours, breath fanning your lips. You strain to push yourself up for a second and peck her lips which she leans into quickly, like she’s been waiting for it.

You can feel your climax building up, intensified by the sight and all consuming sensation of her ramming into you, and the quiet whispers of,

“Fuck, love your pussy so much, gonna fuck you so good, mmmh, ‘s all mine, gonna fuck you senseless”

She keeps going, and you can feel everything so much clearer than you ever have before, each squelch and pull, panting into each other like you’re tempting each other to kiss each other again and she gives in, with the grip she has on your thigh concentrating.

It’s so graphic, so dirty and desperate, and you can’t help but give into the the feeling of the coil tightening in your stomach before snapping completely, your cum splattering over Ellie’s viscid thighs because she’s close and avid, eager to cum on you.

She can feel it building up as she grinds against you tenaciously, watching you writhe beneath her. Ellie moans gutturally , fingertips digging into your hips and the plush fat of your ass to hold you in place as she gets herself off,

“Fuckin’ take it, baby, know you can, gonna c-cum-”

“Yes, Ellie, oh my fucking-”

“-Fuck, gonna cum all over you, an’ you’re gonna fucking take it, yeah, mm-”

One last time and her hips are stuttering against yours before she collapses on you, chests rising and falling with heavy breaths into each other harmoniously.

The contact of your clammy skin against hers is comforting, and you lay there until the heat of sex settles and the potent scent of weed dissipates, and is replaced by the cold bite of the winter air that weasels its way into your room once more.

Until it starts to feel cold.

And then the fog clears and your mind spirals down from the passing high, opening the guilt’s floodgates. There is nothing you can do to calm the storm gathering in the confines of your rib cage; you clutch the sheets for stability.

Not even the gentle graze of her fingers up and down your arm can relax you, or the warmth of her sigh into the crook of your neck. Though you cannot understand it, there is panic and it is omnipotent.

Then Ellie’s movements halt abruptly and she jerks up from the bed,

“Fuck, oh my god, I completely forgot,” she jumps up, and you watch her get dressed in a flurry of fabrics, just as loud as the last time she got ready here.

You can’t focus; your chest feels tight and you’ve done something very, very bad but you don’t quite know what. Somehow, you manage to make out from what she tells you before rushing off and abandoning you in your resounding culpability, that there is a small get together at The Tipsy Bison tonight that she promised to help out with and that you are invited.

Lucky you!

She makes her way back to you on her way out, and you can tell she’s unsure how to approach you when you recall it, though in the moment your mind is swarming with wasps and you cannot form a coherent thought.

She pulls your shirt down over your tits and places a somewhat insecure kiss to your cheek, mumbling, “See you,” with a small smile, and then she’s on her way.

…

You sit up and stare at the floor in the silence, trying to swallow; the guilt, and the confusion. It’s painful to not understand, rummaging through the contents of your brain to make sense of that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach, but for some reason you can’t find anything logical and, yet, you stop thinking you fucked up.

It hits you, and you throw your clenched fists over your eyes, rubbing furiously and desperately, the thought of you getting fucked like a dumbass while Soren lies dead miles away up north. You have no right.

It’s raw and visceral: your gasping for air and dry sobs, no tears coming up because you’ve been all cried out for a while. You just feel choked up, empty, and nauseous.

Still hyperventilating, you practically hurl yourself across the room to your bag, pathetically grabbing shit with shaky fingertips and shoving it in.

It’s time to go. Away from the people. Away from the noise. Away from the tumult. Away from any reminder of the joy you do not deserve.

an - this one’s long as fuck… i feel like i decay when i write smut, IVE BEEN AVOIDING STUDYING, DOING WORK, AND GETTING READY FOR A WEDDING BY WRITING THIS, creds to cafekitsune for dividers

[wannaeatramyeon]

HELLO!!! OMG I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH ❤️✨. I WAIT FOR YOU EVERYDAY TO POST 💖 YOUR WRITING IS LIKE THE BEST THING IN THIS WORLD 🙇 CAN I PLS REQUEST LOOKISM MEN WITH A HOUSEWIFE READER. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOUR WORK 😍🥰

Hey anon, thanks for reading my brainrot and your request! You are adorable and I am loving the energy in this ask.

Gone for hc, but lemme know if you want a lil fic/drabble. I started to write a snippet for Jake and Goo and then realised I wanted to write for more of the boys but it gets a bit repetitive, yknow?

Lookism Boys with Housewife S/O headcanons

Jake Kim

After what feels like a lifetime of instant ramen and worrying about Big Deal, it's nice to have some homecooked meals and know that at least one part of his life is running smoothly.

Will always try to split the chores and errands evenly with you, because it's Jake. And if you wave him away and say no it's fine, he will follow you around anyway because spending time with you? Yes please.

Goo Kim

If you want to be a housewife, knock yourself out, honeybun. If you want to just sit around on your ass all day and do nothing, that's fine too. Goo will hire cleaners. Whatever makes you happy.

Actually loves doing shared chores with you though, and canonically he loves to cook. You do the prepping, he does the actual chef work. A little because it's a fun roleplay for him, and a lot because he does appreciate time together where he can just ramble on to you.

Gun Park

Housewife is.. fine. He can provide more than enough for the both of you. Honestly doesn't have any feelings about it one way or the other.

From a practical and pragmatic sense, it's nice to have someone he trusts look after your home. And then if/when there are kids coming along then it's also a lot easier if you are a stay-at-home parent too.

Samuel Seo

You're not so much a housewife, as a kept wife. Samuel has the vibes that if he can afford to so, and he absolutely can, then you are not lifting a finger.

Yes, he loves you but more because it's a matter of pride that he can provide for you in all areas of your life. You keeping the household running smoothly? Fine. But doing dishes? He has the ridiculous notion that it's below you.

Eugene

Yeah, you're also not going to be a housewife with Eugene. You can be in a power couple with him, but there is zero expectation to be a traditional housewife. You guys employ people for that.

Enjoy your shopping and brunches and being on the board of charities or whatever with other socialites.

DG/James Lee

This guy has enemies and unhinged fans coming out of his butthole, so for your safety and his peace of mind, housewife is great. Leaves pretty much most of the errands to you as his fame prevents him doing even the most simple things (but yet no one catches him beating up minors).

Extremely private with his personal life and with you. You're the only bit of normalcy in his insane life (lives?) and appreciates the sanctuary and home you have both built. Seeing you do the laundry, dust, cook, whatever? It's a sigh of relief for his soul.

Zack Lee/Vasco Tabasco

The two of them are pretty similar here.

Are you kidding? Absoutely loves that you are a housewife, there's something about the fact that you are looking after their wellbeing that they adore.

Has very traditional ideas of gender roles, much to the chagrin of you at times, so them being the financial provider, and the household being your domain sounds great to them. Any issues with that? Don't worry, just let them know and they will bend over backwards to make sure you're happy.

Xiaolong

Takes a long time to get used this, and even then you being a housewife and looking after the household and family never quite feels right.

Don't blame Xiaolong though, he has had a lifetime of servitude. Always feels a little guilty about not looking after you in all areas of your life. He never quite fully breaks out of this mindset but is forever grateful for you and all that you do.

Vin Jin

What housewife? You're on the road touring with him when he's an international platinum-selling rapper.

Johan Seong

Well a positive of you being a housewife is that the further away from danger you are, the better.

However, being the sole financial provider does stress him out. He's had to scrape so goddamn hard for his mother's surgery, and the thought that the he has to do that forever? It does freak him out a little.

Much much prefers an equal partnership.

Eli Jang

Loves the stability of having you being a housewife for Yenna.

He trusts you with his life, and more importantly with Yenna. Eli knows she is in a safe pair of hands with you so that is a massive weight off his mind.

Overall it does a lot for healing the shitty childhood he had. Experiencing the loving home you have cultivated means more to him than you will ever know.

Warren Chae

He is the best househusband, and no one can convince me otherwise. Being able to have a calm life, with a loving partner and his biggest concern are looking after the home and family? After worrying about Hostel? Sign him the fuck up.

Warren will wave you off to work with a smile, the most delicious home-cooked lunch ever and a little note for you to read and perk up your day.

[fandomxpreferences]

Oh, How the Turn Tables

Pairing: Jake Seresin x wife!reader

TW:none

Summary: Jake comes home to a furry new room mate and isn't as pleased as you hoped.

Word Count:1.7k

When you told Jake you have a surprise for him on the car ride back to your house, he thought it would be something cheeky. He thought maybe you bought some new lingerie or saw something new you want to try. Hell, he even thought that maybe you finally redid the bedroom the way you've been dying to.

What he didn't expect was to come home to a 6-month-old Golden retriever curled up on the couch. He turns to look at you with wide eyes only to find you staring back with excitement rolling off of you. 

"What the hell is that?"

You roll your eyes and sit down to scratch the sweet boy behind his ears. 

"This is Mozzarella, Mozzi for short. I told you I wanted to get a shelter dog, I just couldn't pass her up." You explain and he looks at both of you skeptically. 

"I leave for two months and you have another man in the house?" He scowls and your eyebrows shoot up. 

"You're being a bit dramatic, Jake. He'll love you!" 

Jake eyes the dog and Mozzi just tilts his head curiously while peering up at the man. You can't help but think of that saying, something along the lines of 'dogs tend to look like their owners'. It seems fitting as you take in their equally perplexed faces and golden hair, almost causing you to giggle. 

As soon as Jake makes a move to sit next to you, Mozzi curls up in your lap and effectively puts at least six inches of space between you and your husband. Jake looks at you with his jaw dropped and you just shrug. 

"He likes to cuddle." 

Jake crosses his arms like a child and leans back on the couch. 

"Yeah, so do I." He grumbles and you can't help but chuckle at him. 

The next couple of weeks doesn't go as smoothly as you were hoping. Jake hasn't warmed up to Mozzi at all. In fact, he's begun insisting that the dog hates him and wants you all to himself. You try to tell him it's ridiculous, but he's relentless. 

Jake can't even get within a foot of you if the pup is around, always standing guard at your feet. You find it adorable, Jake isn't quite on the same page. 

He reaches his breaking point when he walks out of the bathroom one evening to crawl into bed. 

"No, no, hell on earth no. He is not sleeping in our bed!"

Jake shakes his head wildly from side to side, and you smile at his unstyled and grown-out hair flopping around. 

"Baby, he's gotten used to it and he's been so sad since you kicked him out!" 

You're pouting, and Jake already knows he's going to cave. He stares you down for a few more seconds before sighing and running a hand down his face. 

"Fine, but he sleeps at the end of the bed only."

You give a mock salute as he crawls into bed and nudges Mozzi down toward your feet. He stays there long enough for Jake to curl up under the blanket and pull you into him before setting on a warpath. 

It seems the second Jake touches you, Mozzi is trying to wedge his way in. You laugh loudly as the large dog plops down on top of both of you until Jake moves to make some space. Your hands tangle in his fur and you kiss him on the nose as his tail wags. 

Jake watches in disbelief, not comprehending how you don't see this dog has it out for him. 

"Y/N." 

You glance up at him and quirk an eyebrow. 

"You can't be serious right now. This dog is the world's biggest cock block."

You want to laugh but his face is deadpan and you realize he's really serious and upset. Your eyebrows pinch and you gently coax Mozzi out of the room before shutting the door and curling into Jake. 

"Okay, fine. Maybe he has a bit of an issue. He's just territorial, kind of like someone else I know who's jealous of a dog." You tease with a pointed look. 

"He just doesn't know you, and you haven't exactly made any effort to get him to like you. Think how weird it must be to settle into a new place and routine, and then one day a man just shows up and stays. You should be glad he's protective, it means he's watching me when you can't." 

Jake pouts and you giggle softly, curling up into his body as the two of you drift off. 

The next morning, he gets a bright and early start. He's determined to make this damn dog like him if it's the last thing he does. He starts off with a drink from Starbucks because though he'd never willingly admit to it, Jake loves a caramel Frappuccino. 

He takes a trip to the nearest pet store and spends way more than what's acceptable on toys and treats.

Your jaw drops when he walks in carrying two bags full of dog supplies, your head shaking side to side with disapproval. 

"Jake, you can't buy a dog's love!" You exclaim and he raises his eyebrows as he pulls out a stuffed duck with a squeaker. 

"Watch me." 

He tries his best to get the Golden's attention, but much to his dismay Mozzi sniffs the new toy a few times before losing interest and trotting over to you. 

"Oh for fucks sake!"

His frustration is only amplified when the squad comes over for the first time since you got your newest family member. 

He watches disgruntled as Bradley rolls around on the ground laughing as the dog licks his face and shoves the duck toy in his face. 

"I don't know what your problem is, Hangman. The dog seems perfectly lovable to me." 

Jake huffs like a petulant child as Phoenix joins them in the fun and crosses his arms. 

"This is such bullshit."

Naturally, when you ask Jake to take Mozzi to a grooming appointment a week later he's reluctant. 

"Baby, he hates me. He'll probably try to hijack the steering wheel and run me off the road."

You roll your eyes at his antics, losing patience with the whole situation. 

"Okay, you have to see that you're being dramatic. Just drop him off and I can pick him up when they're done." 

He finally takes the leash from your hand, holding it as if it's a live wire, and groans.

"Fine, but I'm going to hate it the whole time and I want you to know." 

You lean forward to give him a kiss before shoving him out the door. 

"That's the spirit."

Jake makes another stop at Starbucks on the way to the groomer and waits patiently in the drive-through. He can feel the dog panting as it stares at the side of his face and turns to look at him. 

"Don't look at me like that. No." 

The pup continues staring at him with big brown eyes and he pinches the bridge of his nose as he finishes his order at the speaker. 

"Can I also get a pup cup?" His voice is quiet and jumbled, heat spreading across his chest and neck as the words leave his mouth. 

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that please?" The barista asks and Jake wants to die on the spot. 

"I asked if I could also get a pup cup." He reiterates louder this time and looks around to make sure there are no hidden cameras that can use this as blackmail later. 

The girl chirps back a confirmation with his total and he pulls forward to the window. He takes his drink and sets it in the cup holder before reaching back for the cup of whipped cream. 

"He's so cute!" The teenage girl gushes and Jake mutters a thanks before pulling away. He pulls into a parking spot since he's got plenty of time before the appointment and sighs before taking the lid off. 

He holds the paper cup to the dog's mouth and grimaces at the sound it makes as he laps up the treat. 

"This stays between us. I can't believe I'm a 6'0 fighter pilot and I'm feeding a fucking dog a pup cup. I'm one of the most lethal men in my field, the only one with confirmed air-to-air kills yet here I am like a college girl with her prized show dog." 

Mozzi just stares back at him as he rants and he shakes his head. Great, now he's also talking to the dog like it understands what he's saying.

He gives the pup a minute to finish before backing out and is shocked when he feels a wet tongue on his cheek. 

"Oh, gross. You got whipped cream on me." 

Jake suppresses a gag as he wipes his face with his sleeve, and glances over. Mozzi is looking at him with his tongue sticking out and tail wagging, before nuzzling forward into Jake's side. 

He hesitates for a second before smoothing his hand over the golden fur on his head and giving his ear a scratch. 

"Alright, fine. Maybe you're not all bad."

You're shocked when Jake offers to pick Mozzi up from the groomers, but agree nonetheless. You're even more taken aback when he walks in with the dog and curls up with him on the couch to watch the Longhorns game. 

"So I assume you two resolved your differences?" You tease and Jake flips you off jokingly before returning his hand to Mozzis fur. 

You move to join them, only to find that there's no room. You try to scoot the dog to the side, but he stays planted firmly in place as Jake scratches his back. It's like you aren't even there, and the sudden shift in demeanor makes you frown. 

"Hey, can you move him? I want to cuddle and he's in my way." 

Jake tears his eyes away from the screen to look at you briefly before turning his attention back to the game. 

"Well, well, well, how the tables have turned."

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[nytb]

Car Troubles

You grew up in Barcelona, played football as a kid but as you got older, life got in the way so you chose a more traditional work-life. Having worked in your family's garage for the past 3 years, you were in line to be the owner soon enough.

One day, a particular tatted blonde girl made her way to your garage. You were working on a BMW coupe as you bopped to the music playing on your headphones.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, startling you. "WOah- " you yelled turning around and facing the woman. She laughed and immediately apologised "Sorry, there was nobody at reception" she stated "I saw you and tried my luck".

"It's all good" you shook it off "What can I help you with" you said as you wiped your hands with a towel. The defender, who was now staring at your arms started to stutter.

"Um- my car" she pointed out to the driveway "I made.. an appointment" she added. You laughed at the awkwardness as you walked towards the car "So, your car. Having a specific problem or are you here for maintenance?" you asked.

Luckily for the defender, the secretary called you over, explaining what the appointment was about.

You made your way to the blonde with a set of keys in hand "Here, the keys for your replacement car" you said as you handed the keys to the woman.

Mapi's face frowned almost immediately "It's going to take that long?"she asked embarrassed that she didn't know the answer. "No no" You laughed at the defender's panic.

"Come by by the end of the day and it should be ready for ya" you added relieving her worries "Make sure not to crash it" you joked pointing at the replacement car, giving the defender a wink before you made your way back to the garage.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. You managed to fix the BMW's leak problem before finishing the defender's car.

When Mapi arrived to pick her car up, the secretary was once again nowhere to be seen. The blonde woman decided to repeat her morning sequence.

She walked into the garage, spotting you under a Volkswagen Golf, she gently tapped your foot.

"Well aren't you making this a habit" you joked as you got out from under the car.

The defender laughed before she introduced herself "I guess so, it would only be fair if you at least knew my name" she laughed "Mapi" the defender added reaching your hand for a handshake "Y/N" you replied.

For the next couple of weeks, the defender's car seemed to have a lot of issues.

"Damn I thought we fixed it" you stated as Mapi got out of the car "I'm happy to see you too" the defender joked, stealing a soft smile from you.

"In my business, not seeing the client this often is a good thing" you said defeated by the defender's car "What happened this time?" you asked, ready for the worst.

This time, Mapi had made a promise. This time, she wouldn't make some sad excuse up.

Well, this wasn't the time. "It's making a weird noise" she mumbled, escaping out of her original plan.

"Let's take it out for a spin shall we" an offer the defender wouldn't pass on.

The drive only proved one thing: the car was running as smooth as ever. Leaving one question, why did it keep making it's way into your garage...

It didn't take you long to figure it out.

"You ever gonna tell me why you keep visiting my shop when you have a perfectly working car?"

The question shocked the defender, hell, it even shocked you.

"I- I um" the defender mumbled, trying to make an excuse up. The fact that she had your eyes on her didn't make the task any easier. "The other day-" the defender started to lie through her teeth.

"Well actually" the defender gave up "I've been trying to ask you out" she confessed.

You could only laugh "I figured as much", a bit of a self-centred reply. "The stack of mechanical bills has gotten quite big huh" you joked earning you a slight slap from the defender.

"Yeah, this might be the most expensive first date I've had" Mapi stated, clearly too ahead of herself.

"You've had?" you repeated "Now don't go celebrating something you haven't gotten yet"

[tetrakys]

Hey Tetra, so how is the beta? What do you think of the game so far?

Sorry anon, I know I've been silent here, every time I think I want to make a post I never have enough time to make it as detailed as I used to, but never mind I'm going to give my quick opinion and then write something more in depth later.

So, first of all, I agree with everyone that the way the AP system is at the moment is too expensive. We pay 2AP for line of dialogue and many APs for choices. We get more free APs than in the past with the daily login, so that's a plus, but the choices are way too costly, especially the very basic ones (here called neutral choices), I shouldn't have to spend 40 APs to say I want a cup of tea! All that being said, I'm not too worried about it because I know that Chino has already reported this issue to management, and while these decisions are not up to her I know she sees the player's perspective and will do everything she can to make our voices heard.

Now, AP system aside, there are some things I really love!

Firstly, the website looks amazing, in the end it was worth the wait. It works super smoothly, and it's very pretty to look at.

And the closet/shop part is really easy to navigate, it's pretty much like the Sims so I'm used to it.

Also, the millennial in me who can't afford to buy her own home is really into the room decoration feature

I also enjoy the minigames. One is just like the explorations in Eldarya, but with no pet to feed, so it's a win to me. The other is outfit contests, we receive a theme and we can dress up our Candy and enrol in it. I am TERRIBLE at it, but even if you don't make it top3 you still win some APs and diamonds just for participating. You can also win stuff just by voting in the contest.

Now, to the story. The first episode was mostly an introduction so nothing much really happens, we just meet 4 of the LIs. It was cute, the mechanic is a bit tricky because we can't see immediately if the LoM increases or not, we find out at the end of the episode, but it's not nearly as bad as in ML, so I can deal with it. It's also possible to understand if the LI liked the interaction from their reactions. I think I'm starting to understand their personalities so I hope I'll get the hang of it when the game releases. I'm going to make a separate post about my impressions on the LIs, but I'm quite happy so far.

Something else I want to mention before ending this is a final pro and cons.

Cons, I don't like the "fairy". It's MC's godfather which is a cool character, apparently he is Agatha's cousin, that's nice. But he only brings gifts to Taki which I really don't care about, my duck will remain naked as nature intended. Or, anyway, I won't spend APs on it. I'm gonna try hard to avoid this guy, also because we have a choice to make with him and we can't skip it once we run into him.

The pro is instead the VIP system. From what I've seen, it looks very convenient. We get extra APs and diamonds every day, especially the diamonds it's a really good amount, which we can then exchange for more APs or cumulate to buy extra scenes (which are longer scenes with the LI). We also get some extra perks like an outfit, skip button for the replays, and extra jokers, which are little useful features that can be used in game. We don't know yet how much the VIP subscription costs, but if they stuck to the same prices as other game companies, it shouldn't be more than 10-15$.

And you anon, did you play the beta? Let me guys know what you think. People seem to be happy about most things except the AP system.

[stardustluvs]

hi, me again... I'm sorry but I need Nolan (I fell in love with your writing, please don't be mad at me)

I have one more idea for Nolan.

Let's go..... Nolan is participating in a video and has to win the challenge. But he gets hurt (nothing too bad) after getting hurt he keeps begging them to call his girlfriend, he needs her by his side

kiss it better || n.h.

Word Count:

Pairing: Nolan Hansen x fem!Reader

Summary: What the req says

Warnings: Slight injury(?), Mention of blood (not a lot)

Author’s Note: Changing up how I’m styling the title of my fics slightly! I wrote this instead of sleeping. Also, thank you anon for the request! I appreciate you! Also most of my fics are set in the older style of MrBeast videos as opposed to the newer ones just because I miss when it was his friends competing instead of random people LOL Also I know I haven’t posted a fic in two weeks, shhh…

Requests are open! || masterlist

Everything was going smoothly, he’d spent a lof of time in preparation for this upcoming video, a challenge whereas to win, a sort obstacle course race must be completed. Nolan completely understood the challenge he was faced with, though he may have underestimated the difficulty of it.

Upon looking at the race in person, he could see it would give him a plethora of challenges and problems. It also looked overwhelming, slightly dangerous. Jimmy spent a lot of time already reassuring him and the rest of their friends it would be fine and if God forbid something did happen, they'd be able to safely resolve the issue.

You would've gone to watch Nolan compete, you normally did, except this time you had plans that you needed to get done, having put them off for months now. You could easily expect a few updates from Nolan throughout the day though, he was constantly checking in.

The first part of the course was easy. He just had to not fall and get to the other side. Among him and his friends, everyone was able to make it easily, a few sly remarks from Kris and Karl, but Nolan knew it was all in good fun.

The second part seemed much more terrifying than the first, it looked harder too.

This course was longer, and it consisted of having to run, dodge, and balance at multiple areas.

He didn't get a lot of time to process what he had been looking at when Jimmy called out saying it was time to go.

He started out strong, actually, he was quite far in the lead compared to the rest of the group.

Karl was a close second, calling out to him and making joking banter towards Nolan. That was however, when things started to take a turn for the worst.

Nolan's foot caught against a bit of the course where the ground came up, causing him to trip. At first glance you'd assume he'd have been able to get up and carry on, no big deal. However as he fell, his knee scraped one of the nearby obstacles, sharp enough to break skin, even through the material of his pants.

Immediately he sat up, clutching his knee. He held back curse words and bit down on his lip to try to mask the pain.

Karl saw him first and immediately rushed over towards him.

"Woah- Hey, are you okay?" Karl urged.

Nolan just shook his head, moving his hands to see how bad the cut was. It wasn't so deep he would need immediate medical attention, however it was deep enough to form a nasty cut, and draw a decent amount of blood.

"Jimmy- Hey we need to stop, Nolan's hurt," Karl called over.

Jimmy wasted no time on listening to Karl, putting everything about the video on the back burner. He rushed over to where Nolan was sat on the ground. A few people from around set had rushed over with first aid supplies, being more than prepared for the incident.

"Can someone call Y/N?" Nolan asked to no one in particular. He allowed the people who rushed over to help clean up his knee, wincing a little at the pain from all the movement.

"Yeah- yeah, I'll give Y/N a call," Kris reassured, pulling out her phone and moving quickly to get to her contacts list.

Meanwhile, you had been sat in your car, parked in front of the grocery store. You had been scrolling through your phone momentarily before getting a call from... Kris?

It was odd, and you wondered why she would be calling if she was meant to be filming with everyone right now.

You answered, a little worried and concerned.

"Hello?" You asked as you pressed the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Y/N, can you come to the set right now?"

"Uhm, I'm a little busy, why? Is everything okay?" You asked, concern filling your voice more and more as you wondered what the issue was.

"Nolan's hurt- He's okay, he didn't like break anything or anything like that, but he fell, and his knee's kind of fucked up now," Kris explained, hurrying to tell you that he was okay, knowing you would worry.

"He asked for someone to call you," She added.

"Okay, oh my God, thanks Kris, I'm on my way," You said, ending the call and putting your phone away.

You sighed, knowing that it was probably going to be okay, you reminded yourself that Kris told you Nolan didn’t break anything and was okay except for the fact he got hurt. You were about fifteen minutes out from where the set was, and you could only do so much to get there quickly with all the traffic.

Back at the shoot, a medical team continued to try and get the bleeding to stop. It was slowing down…slowly, and it hurt like hell.

“Did you call Y/N?” He asked Kris when he saw her show back up beside him.

“Yeah, she’s coming,” She replied.

The reassurance that fell over his body at the news you were on your way was visible to anyone who paid attention. It was no secret that he was extremely dependent on you, and that was fine, it wasn’t like you minded him clinging to you any time something happened. It was cute.

When you got there, the first person you saw was Jimmy, who greeted you and was immediately guiding you over to where Nolan was.

It looked…worse than what you imagined in your head, which made you panic slightly, seeing all these medical professionals around your boyfriend. It seemed excessive.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked him, sitting down beside him.

Immediately he pulled you into a hug, wincing slightly when he had to move his leg.

“What happened?” You asked him.

“I fell, cut my knee pretty bad,” He replied.

“We’ll go home as soon as they’re done, okay?”

He was about to object, saying he wanted to continue the video, but before he could, his friends all seemed to agree that was for the best.

You waited with him, allowing him to rest his head against yours while the medical team seemed to finally be finishing up after what felt like ages.

They explained that he may have a bit of a difficulty walking since the cut was pretty nasty, but it should heal up in no time, which you thanked God for.

“Ready?” You asked him, starting to stand up as you reached your hand down to help him up.

He nodded, grabbing your hand. You helped him up the best you could. He inhaled sharply at the slight pressure being put onto his knee.

You allowed him to use you to lean on and help balance, saying goodbye to everyone and getting to your car.

“Thanks for coming so quickly,” He thanked you.

You shook your head, “Why are you thanking me for that?”

“Because I know you were busy today is all,” He said, shrugging a little.

“Never busy if you’re hurt,” You smiled softly, leaning over and kissing him gently.

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One of Your Kind (CH. 4)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10

Word count: 4.3 K

Summary: filming is going great so far, but after Jenna’s birthday you get a disturbing email that will cause issues on sets.

Warnings: hurt/comfort

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

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September 2021

Filming for episode 1 would start soon and by far things were going smoothly. You and Tim had finished getting everything ready on the sets and luckily he trusted you enough to even realize how the scenes were gonna be shot. There would be quite a few stunts this first episode already, the fencing scene, the falling gargoyle scene, the climbing down from Kinbott’s office, the scene with the bullies and finally the scene where Rowan pushes Wednesday against the tree and by far everything was doing okay. Jenna wanted to do her stunts so she had a lot of training and she was putting a lot of pressure on herself, she wanted to interpret this role perfectly.

The scenes wouldn’t be shot in chronological order and since you started shooting at night, the Cello one was first. Jenna had been taking Cello lessons so she knew what to do. “Okay Jen this is how it is gonna go. While you play the cello and read the script the cameramen will be running recording around you, with drones as well to record scenes from above. We might need to make a few takes so hold on alright?” She nodded and smiled “I know how these scenes are shot (Y/N)” she said, maybe jokingly so. But even if you knew she was joking, you took it personally. You were too sensitive to critics now. “Right… ready to shoot?” She nodded and you went behind the scenes. “Action!” Tim yelled and Jenna started playing. For the piece to be made for two cellos, she was being really good at it. You and Tim watched it, and something didn’t sit right with both of you. So you shot it again and again, Jenna was getting nervous, comprehensive, she was tired.

However in the end it turned out alright, and everyone went to sleep for those two hours, while you went to set up for the next scene, the falling gargoyle scene. Everything was ready, this was probably the most dangerous stunt of the day, and Tim had pushed to have a stunt but Jenna didn’t want to. An actual stone gargoyle would be falling on her head and it was very, Very dangerous considering it would only be held up by a rope. The first shot was taken, the gargoyle held up mid air as Jenna stood under it while listening to Tim explain her the stunt. Just as you were waiting, you saw the rope starting to break from the weigh. That’s when you launched yourself at Jenna (basically doing the scene but off camera) and moved both of you away from the danger, as the gargoyle almost hit you while falling. You stood up and off of Jenna and speed-walked to the guy in charge of the falling gargoyle.

“I told you to use a more resistant rope! Now we don’t have another gargoyle, how are we gonna shoot this scene!?” You started angrily and the guy almost felt guilty, but everyone’s eyes were behind you. “(Y/N), a little help here?” You turned around to see Percy trying to pick up a passed out Jenna, probably from the impact when you tackled her. Now it was your turn to feel guilty. You helped him and brought her to the infirmary, where you held an ice pack on her head waiting for her to wake up, you seriously hoped you hadn’t hurt her, but you’d have the confirmation of that when she woke up. When she did, she sat up and you kept on holding the ice pack on the back of her head “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” You asked her hurriedly. “What happened?” She asked you “you know the scene where a gargoyle was supposed to drop on your head? Well, it actually dropped and was about to hit you, but I tackled you out of the way and you passed out, you hit your head and you have this huge bump… I’m sorry I hurt you” you sighed and Jenna took a hold of the ice pack, her hand brushing with yours as she held it on her head.

“Are you kidding me? You literally saved my life. Thank you” she said and smiled, making you smile as well, her smiles were literally the most genuine and cutest ones you had ever seen. “Woah, Wednesday smiling? I would have never thought I’d see her smile” she laughed and gently pushed you, you felt relieved now that she was alright and wasn’t hurt worst.

It was the next week when you realized: Jenna’s birthday would be tomorrow. Last year she had celebrated it on set and this year it would be the same, only one difference.. Last year you didn’t have to get her a present because you didn’t know her well yet, but this time you had to, and you were delirious… you didn’t know what to get her. Jewels? Hoodies? Headphones, maybe? Eventually you opted for a golden necklace from Tiffany&Co. you had seen her wear this brand before, and you hoped you didn’t get something she already has. She would be celebrating it at a bar and she invited you and the rest of the cast. As soon as you all arrived and were brought to a table you realized, they were gonna drink alcohol. You didn’t drink alcohol and most of the times you got pushed away for that, but you weren’t going to fall in that trap again, so you bought a beer, which you didn’t even like but tonight you had to, if you wanted to make some friends.

As you all sat down, you next to Jenna like always, she decided to open her presents before dinner and as she was opening packages, she decided to open yours in the end. She got casual things, hoodies being the main present. You knew she loved oversized hoodies, but you were glad you got her something different. As she took your gift she smiled brightly, seeing where it came from. “You didn’t…” she said, teeth showing with her smile as you shrugged and took in her appearance… she looked beautiful tonight. “Yes I did” you shrugged and she opened it, her jaw dropping as she saw the necklace. “I’ve been wanting to buy this necklace forever! Thank you so much” she said and hugged you tightly. You reciprocated the hug, smiling as you put your hand in the small of her back, keeping her close as you waited for her to move away because surely you weren’t going to let go first.

The night went on easily, as they all drank you kept taking small sips from your beer, not really enjoying it much but you didn’t want them to exclude you. “Okay guys, wanna play truth or dare?” It was Percy who asked, and watched as everyone agreed. They all had a pink shade on their cheeks, indicating that they were drunk. They were used to partying and having to go to work the next day but you weren’t, plus, you didn’t like alcohol. “Okay, Georgie you start,” Jenna said “truth or dare?” “Uhhnmmm… dare!” He said. “I dare you to…. Kiss Emma!” Wait, this is what they meant for truth or dare? Well in that case, you were going to pick truth. You didn’t really know anyone except for Jenna, and you didn’t want to kiss a stranger. You hadn’t even realized they kissed when you were snapped out of your thoughts. “(Y/N)! I dare you to kiss Jenna!” Wait, what? “But you didn’t even let me pick-“ he interrupted you “truths are boring anyway! Kiss Jenna!” He said and you sighed, face palming yourself.

“She’s drunk, I’m not gonna kiss someone who’s drunk” you didn’t even feel Jenna’s eyes on you as you were too busy trying to hide the blush that had crept up your face. “Boooo you’re boring.” It was Jenna who spoke this time, you turned to look at her only to notice she was pouting. “You’re drunk, Je-“ before you could finish she leaned up and gave you a small, quick kiss before sitting back at her place. The kiss was too quick to even think about how it felt, but You had frozen there, the blush in your face only increasing, you just had to hope that they were that drunk to not remember anything the following day- Jenna included. They went on with the game and only kept on drinking, and you tried telling them to drink less because they had to film the next day, but no one listened to you, of course.

As the night finally died down, you all were leaving the bar and Jenna was particularly drunk. “(Y/N)? Can you-“ she tried standing up but almost fell, she was lucky you were there to catch her and help her back to her feet “can you come to the bathroom with me?” You nodded “yeah sure. Guys can you wait for us?” You yelled at the others, but they as well were too drunk to even hear you. You sighed and helped her to the bathroom, staying outside of the cabin as you then called a cab, that would take the two of you back to the set and to your trailers. She was basically passed out as she held onto you and you carried her to bed, you heard her occasionally grunt from the headache, which would definitely be ten times worse the next morning. “I told you not to drink too much.. you sighed, and of course you got no reply.

As soon as you made it to her trailer, you sat her on her bed but she immediately fell backwards on the bed, fast asleep already but you managed to take off her jacket and shoes before you pulled the blankets on top of her. You decided it would be best to spend the night there and check on her so if she ever felt sick and had to throw up, you were there. You sleep on an armchair, you were sure to have a backache the next morning but you didn’t really care at the moment. Jenna did feel sick the next morning, and you woke up when you heard her run to the bathroom. You quickly rubbed your eyes and ran to the bathroom as well, going to hold her long, beautiful black hair back. You sighed as you did so “I told you to not get drunk…” you said and watched as she glared at you, which honestly, made you laugh.

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October 2021

Halloween.

You always hated Halloween. In Italy it isn’t really celebrated like it is in the US, but still, you didn’t like it. Maybe it was because your parents never even let you carve a pumpkin or go trick or treating, and now you hated the whole concept of if. Luckily on set they weren’t really going to celebrate it, if not for the fact that the cast wanted to watch a horror movie and had invited you to watch it with them, and you had to agree. Unfortunately for you, they decided to watch Scream 5 (Jenna’s latest movie). You had watched the first movie and you were literally traumatized by ghostface, you knew it was all fake but still, you were scared of these things happening to you. As they all sat down (a few on the couch, some others on the floor) you sat down next to Jenna- hopefully so you could feel safe.

Just from the beginning you were flinching and covering your face as everyone else around you, except for Jenna, laughed. Jenna tried to reassure you that you were safe “hey, it’s over. See? There’s no ghostface, he can’t even get to us! You’re safe alright?” That’s what she kept telling you whenever you flinched from the jump scares. She was so sweet you had to say, she did make you feel safe and for once you enjoyed an horror movie.

A few days later you got an email- well, hundreds of email, each of them containing an article online. “The New Netflix series “Wednesday” has (Y/N)(L/N) as a director. Will this series be as bad as her movie? We just have to wait and see” the article basically only criticized you, putting this show under a bad light. Luckily you were in your trailer when you broke down, and no one could see you. Everyone was so excited for this series and now it was all gonna be criticized because of your presence… your parents had told you that you were good at nothing, and they were right after all, you were good at nothing. The only movie you directed sucked, and now you were here being criticized, and scared as hell to do something wrong.

That’s why the next day you decided to go on an interview, it was the kind where you’ll only get criticized and insulted and you knew that, but you had to go, that’s why the next day you took the whole afternoon off, without saying why though as you went for said interview. Were you scared? Yes, shitless but you had to think about the show’s reputation first. As you arrived and made your way onto the stage, obviously you didn’t get the applauses. You had never seen these kind of interviews but you definitely knew that it wasn’t anything pleasant, it was hell, and you would have never figured out that you’d end up in this situation.

“Okay, first of all I would like to thank you for coming, I know this is not very pleasant” the interviewer said, to which you nodded giving a small, nervous smile. “You’re a really young movie director and there’s already lots of questions for you. Let’s go with the first one.” He said and watched how he read through his questions “so, what got you to make that first movie of yours?” You gulped and brought the microphone closer to your mouth. “Well the creators had a low budget and since I had no experience and no “fame” if you could say so, they picked me. I guess they had high expectations seeing how The Fallout turned out, the few scenes I directed were really nice” he said, and then went on with his questions “why did you write it that badly then?” The question was really direct and it caught you unprepared, you definitely took a while to reply “I didn’t write it badly. The plot itself was nice. But I was younger, I had less experiences and I was nervous. The staff followed my orders and it’s pretty clear that I ordered them wrongly.”

You could hear murmurs in the room get louder as the interviewer nodded at your reply and looked for another question. “Why did you chose those actors?” “I think that this is an obvious question. They definitely have talent, that’s indeed but I’m sorry that now they have their resume dirtied by that movie” the other question came pretty soon “then why did you decide to be a co director for the new Netflix series, Wednesday? Aren’t you scared you’re going to dirty these actors’s resume too?” You sighed and looked down, you were starting to get even more nervous and your legs started trembling with Anxiety. “Yes I am scared. But as you said, I’m a co-director, I’m not the only one working on this series, I’m with Tim Burton who you all know. He ASKED me to be his right shoulder and he’s a great teacher, I’m pretty sure that the work will turn out great” you said, but then a comment from the crowd echoed in the room. “Yeah, if your name’s not on it”

That was the last thing you needed to hear. Now you knew that you had ruined your career, you had ruined everything and now you name was ruined for one film. When the interview was over, you ran away as fast as you could, quickly getting in the car before you could get any hate from paparazzis. When you were on your own being driven back to the set, you broke down, tears rolling down your cheeks and sobs escaping your throat. You didn’t deserve all of this hate. Why you? Out of all the bad directors, out of all people, why you? You studied so hard to get this job only to be criticized for one bad movie… it isn’t fair.

When you got back on set, it was 6 in the evening and you knew everyone would be filming and you made your way to your trailer, knowing you wouldn’t meet anyone as they were all on set, but that’s where you were wrong. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” You turned around to see Jenna, still in her Wednesday attire. Crap, out of all people, her? You couldn’t hide anything from her, because she would read right through you. “Hi Jen. What do you need?” You asked, trying to flash her a small smile and she did the same, but you lightly turned around to look away from her, she didn’t notice your puffy eyes yet and you wanted it to stay like this “Okay, I wanted to ask you if yo- wait. Have you been crying?” Well, she noticed. She put her hand on your cheek to turn you around so she could look at you properly. You froze at her touch, her soft, small warm hand was comforting, yet foreign and you wanted nothing more than to lean in the touch, looking for some relief but you didn’t. Instead you closed your eyes and a few more tears escaped your eyes.

Jenna’s expression softened a bit but was slightly worried. “What’s wrong?” She asked and watched as your lower lip trembled, before you opened your eyes again. “I don’t… I don’t really want to talk about it..” you said and just then you noticed, her hand was still on your cheek. You slightly pulled back, and she removed her hand from your skin. “(Y/N), you know you can trust me, you can tell me anything” she looked at you with pleading eyes, she didn’t want you to just keep whatever it was inside. “I really can’t, Jen. I’m sorry” you said and got in your trailer, as you left Jenna standing there, watching you get in your trailer as she then sighed, going to her own.

It was a few days later when the interview was published online that you knew, you were in deep shit. You hadn’t expected it to be published as you actually never had an interview, but it was published and Tim was fuming. Both of your screams could be heard on the whole set. Tim usually wasn’t someone to get angry, he preferred dialogue, but what you did, it got you on his nerves. “Why didn’t you ask me permission to go do that interview!?” He yelled, you were currently on set, getting everything ready to shoot the first scene of the day. “Because it was something that concerned me, Tim. ME, not you. I’m not supposed to ask permission for things that only concern me!” You shouted back. “Well that’s the thing! It didn’t only concern you, but the show, too. Which means me, and the other actors! Why didn’t you even think of that!” Why couldn’t he see that you did it for the show too? “I did think of that Tim and that’s exactly why I did what I did! If I didn’t speak up, if I didn’t reply to that fucking disgusting article about me then your show would have been put under a bad light because of me”

He scoffed and smirked. “You’re right, we’re talking about my show. Now it’s gonna be dirtied anyway because you acted on your own” by now, a crowd had gathered around you, all the staff and the actors, Jenna too. Now she understood why you were crying that day, you were treated like shit in that interview. You slammed your hands on what was supposed to be Weems’s desk for the scene you were supposed to film “Great, then take my name off the scripts” you said and watched how he went quiet. “You always say you’re thankful to have me by your side, that you’re thankful for my help. Well now since the movie will be dirtied by my name then get me fired. Send me home, take my name off the scripts and whatever it is on I don’t care, I don’t want anything to do with this shit anymore” you turned around to leave and now noticed that everyone was staring at you. “What are you staring at? Get back to work, the show’s over” you stormed outside and you heard someone follow you, but you didn’t dare turn around. “(Y/N)-“ Jenna said grabbing your arm, which you immediately yanked away. “Leave me alone” you darted back, going towards your trailer.

You stayed in your trailer the whole day, not going to lunch, not going to dinner. You were also debating if you should pack your things, go back home but you didn’t, not yet. Maybe things would turn around, you hoped they would but as of now you needed some alone time, off set. Later that night you heard some knocks on your door but you didn’t reply. The knocks continued “(Y/N) I know you’re in there, the lights are on. Come on I just want to keep you some company” it was Jenna. Of course it was her, it was obvious that she would come after you basically walked away from her that afternoon and a few days earlier. You sighed and opened the door, and saw how she smiled. “I brought you something to eat, too… you weren’t at lunch nor at dinner…” you moved aside without saying a word, though implicitly inviting her in. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry for-“ you quickly interrupted her “can we not talk about that?” She quickly shut up, giving you a small smile as you took the bag of food she was holding.

“Why are you here?” You asked her while taking a mouthful of your food. “Because I… I miss you” you gave her a confused look, to which she replied by sitting at the table with you. “But I’m always here?” You said after swallowing the first bite od food. “I know. I meant that I miss spending nights talking with you like we did while filming the fallout. I just… I miss you. And you’ve been so distant lately, not just from me, from anyone, from anything. You seem changed and for some reasons I don’t like it” she said and looked down, her hair was still wavy from wearing the braids the whole day, and you could see that even if she kept it tied in a messy bun. She was wearing her pajamas, she always goes to dinner in her pajamas, you find it cute. “What do you mean I seem changed?” You asked curiously. “I don’t know. A year ago you were always wanting to hang out with me, Mia and Megan. But now, you’re always locked in your trailer, away from everyone and I want nothing more than to just spend time with you, but you make it impossible and I don’t know if it’s my fault…” she looked down.

“No no no Jen it’s not your fault” you said and kneeled down in front of her, your hands on her shoulders “look at me” she looked at you and you smiled slightly. “It’s been a rough year. The shitty movie, the press and the critics, I have not been good at all. After what happened with my ex I- I have been in a bad place mentally and physically, I lost a lot of weight and I just don’t trust people. That’s why I don’t hang out with you all, I’m scared of other people and their judgement. I know they’re all good people but just I can’t Jen, I hope you understand that. I want to spend time with you too, but I don’t want to take you away from your friends” you said and without saying anything she threw herself in your arms. You were surprised at first, it took you a while to realize what was happening but soon you wrapped your arms around her, she tightened the hug and you did too, hiding your face in her shoulder. You needed the hug, especially after this rough week. You didn’t just need a hug, you needed Jenna’s hug and you let out a sob unwillingly, she only tightened the hug more.

She knew you needed it and she let you stay in the hug for as long as you needed, as she gently began rubbing your back. “You will be okay” she whispered and you nodded, only tightening the hug more. At least 10 minutes passed before you pulled back, sniffling. “You need some rest” she said, her voice low and soothing as she accompanied you to your bed. “Stay” you said and she froze in her spot. “Sleep with me? The bed’s big enough… please” you pleaded, you really didn’t want to be alone. Jenna smiled slightly and crawled under the sheets next to you, you sighed contently. “Can… Can I hug you?” She asked, to which you replied with a sleepy “mhm” and soon enough she got closer to you, until she was spooning you, with an arm around you. “Good night (Y/N)” she whispered, you could feel her breath against your neck, which sent shivers down your spine.

“Good night Jen, thank you.”

A/n: hey there! I’m so sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter but my motivation was basically underground this last week. I didn’t really like how this chapter turned out but I can tell you that there will be more Jenna scenes from next chapter on, I hope you like this anyway

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[ravenrune]

A request/idea by @cries-in-latino I tried my best and I rather 'enjoyed' writing this, but it's not just happy, fluffy and postive stuff! Warnings: I am very familiar with depression, but I do realise not everyone experiences everything the same way, so anyone reading this that is also suffering: if you cannot relate, I am honestly very sorry.

Also, this one is fecking long! About 1300 words.

RE guys with an S/O that suffers from depression. Chris, Carlos, Leon and Wesker.

Chris is quite familiar with the feeling of being depressed, so he doesn't have a hard time understanding you.

He'll want to talk about it though, because you may have different ways of approaching the problem. Chris doesn't want to push you to do specific things just because something works for him. He understands that the things that work for him may not work for you. That means that you'll have to communicate with him, no matter how difficult communication might be when you're suffering.

He'll try to take care of you to a certain extent. Chris likes to make sure everything is running smoothly, so you won't need to worry about things like doing chores too much. That doesn't mean you can just lie in bed all day, though. Every once in a while is fine, but if it goes on for too long, he will drag you out of the house, even if it's just to take a little walk. You can take that walk at night if you feel more comfortable in the dark.

Chris will not drink, even if it's difficult for him. He doesn't want you falling into the same traps as he did, so he'll try his damndest to prevent that from happening.

Chris will absolutely encourage you to seek help if your mood doesn't improve within a few months. He knows that the longer it goes on, the harder it is to recover, so he won't want you to waste too much time.

He is willing to go to therapy together so you can both at least learn some new coping mechanisms. He also thinks it might be good for your relationship in the long rung. It can be hard to be in a relationship when both you and your SO have mental health issues, so counselling is a good idea as far as Chris is concerned.

Carlos won't understand your depression at first. He is familiar with trauma, but he's never suffered from depression, so it's hard for him to really get how you're feeling.

He will try to drag you out of the house a lot, in hopes of making you feel better. He may think it'll benefit you in the long run and won't really get it if it has the opposite effect on you. He doesn't mean badly, he just really wants to help you to start feeling better. If that doesn't work, Carlos will look up a lot of information and get himself educated on the subject so he can support you better.

Eventually, he just starts asking you what you need. If you want to go out? Good for you, Carlos will happily come along. Want to be alone for a bit? Not a problem, as long as he's not worried for your safety. Want Netflix and chill with him? He won't say no. Just tell him what you need, hard as that may be at times.

On the really bad days, when you can't get anything done, he'll get in bed with you. He will hold you if you want him to, or he will just be present if you don't want to be touched. You can talk to him, but you can also remain silent. Carlos doesn't care. He just wants to make sure you know he's there for you.

He will definitely ask you to look for help. He will support you all the way through it to the best of his abilities and he would never complain if you need to take a step — or even a few steps — back.

He's learnt that recovery can take a very long time and while patience isn't one of his strengths, he will be patient with you for as long as needed.

Like Chris, Leon is no stranger to mental health issues. He's lived through a lot of ups and downs, more downs than ups really, so he gets it. Possibly better than Chris does.

Leon is good at reading people's emotions and will probably know you're having a very bad day without you even having to tell him. This is nice since talking can be difficult, so having someone that can read you is quite handy.

He isn't too sure about how to help you. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's because he really doesn't know how. Leon has his own coping mechanisms, but like Chris', they aren't very healthy.

Leon will take care of your physical needs. Depression can cause a lot of physical problems too, and he always wants to take the pain away from you. Seeing you suffer makes him suffer, too.

If you are comfortable with massages, you'll get all the massages a person could possibly ask for. Leon knows how much your muscles can hurt, so he'll try to take that pain away at the very least.

Unlike Chris, Leon isn't the type to look for help. He prides himself on his independence and would rather not get any other people involved. Even though you may love each other more than anything, this relationship could become difficult as time goes by. Especially if your or his symptoms worsen at the same time.

You might need to ask him to look for help, whether together or alone. If this is too difficult, you can always contact Claire. She'll get you both an appointment with a professional within a matter of hours. There's no shame in asking other people for help. It's about your well-being, and you both deserve better.

Anyway, it's important to communicate, even if Leon isn't always in the mood and would prefer to drink his bad days away. You can't fix him, and he cannot fix you, so mind your boundaries.

It can all work out in the end, but only if you're both willing to work hard on it. It'll be worth it.

As soon as he finds out you suffer from depression, Wesker will want to know everything about it. He wants to know if you're on meds, if you're seeing a therapist and if you ever feel like life isn't worth it anymore.

He would not be okay with a romantic partner that only lies in bed all day and doesn't make an effort to get better. He can be patient, but only if you're willing to put in the work to try and recover. He has deemed you worthy of his presence, so as far as Wesker is concerned you better appreciate him for that.

The man has his own issues, but he would never admit to them. Hell, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with him personally, in his mind it's everyone else that is broken and pathetic. That means that Wesker will not show a lot of empathy and might even get irritated if you refuse to get up and take a shower.

He will pay for you to get help. You'll have access to the best therapists, psychiatrists and even occupational therapists a person could ever wish for. You can even see other specialists if Wesker thinks there might be a physical problem underlying the depression. He wants you to find the root cause of the problem and won't stop buggering you (and doctors) until you've started to feel at least a little bit better.

That said, you managed to reel Wesker in, and he really does want you in his life. That means he isn't a complete dick. If you've been working hard, but you hit a rough patch, he'll be there. He'll be there to feed you, listen to you and even help you take a shower and get dressed.

If all else fails, he will just hold you. No words, no expectations, just affection.

[akutasoda]

I just saw that you have prompts, so can I request Fluff prompt 9 with Jouno, he is so ardbipyahbo (>.<)

sudden whispering kisses

prompt - first kisses

includes - jouno

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, kisses, wc - 382

you and jouno had been dating for a while now. he didn't intend to take it so slow with you but considering his occupation he couldn't risk running into it and putting you in danger and he was glad that you were understanding about it, he wanted this relationship as much as you did.

and throughout all the time you two were together it went very smoothly, taking it slow had allowed you two to get to know each other even better and any issue was solved rationally and quickly forgotten, the only remains where the evidence of your bond growing stronger.

but eventually he had decided that now, more than ever he wanted to start picking up the pace of your relationship. both of you felt comfortable with this and what better way to do this than having your first kiss.

sure you two had exchanged small pecks on the cheeks but never a proper kiss. and soon the perfect opportunity had presented itself. very popular dates for the both of you were around your residence. you would make a homemade meal, no matter how good of a chef you were jouno thoroughly enjoyed your cooking, and afterwards would settle down a watch a movie or show.

it was going well, the meal had been left on the table to clean up later and you were cuddled into his side upon the couch as you stared ahead engrossed in the picture on the tv. jouno however wasn't listening to it, he was more focused on hearing your heart beat when the thought raced across his mind. he knew he was staring at you but it was too tempting of an offer to refuse trying. you felt his closed gaze and turned to ask if something was wrong.

he smiled more than he was already, leaned slightly forward as he whispered 'may i kiss you?', you let a small giggle escape your lips before giving him his answer in the form of pulling him closer and sealing the first kiss of many. his lips were quite soft and had the faint taste of tonight's dinner lingering. he grinned into it before quickly reciprocating your enthusiasm. he would savour this moment for the rest of his life.

[giselle-clarke]

booze cruise 🚢

closed starter: @limalatina & @wmu-giselle date: march 23rd, 2024

Giselle hadn't woken up with plans for her final full day in paradise, but she knew she'd wanted to explore a little bit more, maybe snap a few more pictures, and at least try to be sober for half of the day at most. She'd barely ventured too far from the bungalows when she bumped right into her ex, and although slightly awkward at first, they'd agreed that the chance encounter was the perfect time for them to go and thank Mariana for the painting. By the grace of lesbian Jesus, they managed to put all of their drama aside for the time being and the trip to visit Mariana turned out to be enjoyable. All of Mariana's paintings were beautiful, and she'd even ended up purchasing two more to go along with the one Santana had gotten her. She'd found herself attempting to decipher what Santana and Mariana were saying as they spoke, picking up on a few words here and there but not quite piecing together what exactly they were talking about. Giselle made a mental note to ask Santana about it later, though she was positive the Latina wasn't going to tell her or would make something up, but she'd try it anyways.

The rest of the day went just as smoothly, for some odd reason. Since they hadn't spent any time together the entire trip, they had mutually agreed to keep up the momentum. It was a plus for her since Santana could translate everything, so she let the brunette lead the way as they did some sightseeing on Isla Holbox, grabbed lunch, and even did some more shopping before they'd headed back to the hut. Soon after arriving back, Giselle had been instructed to get appropriately dressed for dinner and to grab a sweater, and while she had an abundance of questions, she decided not to fight it as she quickly freshened up and changed into the thin strapped, low cut, little black dress that she'd packed in case of a certain emergency, and this fit the bill. She'd made time to touch up her make up and her hair before she was slipping on a pair of red heels and following Santana out. As usual, she asked a plethora of questions as she was led to whatever her ex had planned, and her jaw dropped once they arrived at a boat, which was apparently where they'd be having dinner for the night.

"After what you said the other day, I wouldn't have expected you to do all this just for me." Giselle stated once they were settled on the boat. After their little run in days ago, she'd spent the time since processing all of her feelings, attempting to get her head and her heart on the same page, and although she felt like she was there, it didn't settle her nerves much. But she couldn't keep putting it off, that much she was aware of, so she figured they should at least try to get...further than they were now. "Before I start drinking, I do want you to know that I did actually listen to everything you said then too. I have been pushing you away, but not because I don't love you or want to be with you. While you were in therapy working on yourself, I spent the past three years detaching from everything about us, and you, because it hurt less that way. Reopening that door scares the hell out of me, and I've been fighting it since I got back to Lima, but I know that's not fair to you. I also know that we're not going to fix all of our issues in one night, but we can start tonight, if you want to."

[woso-dreamzzz]

I can see if olga does eventually catch up to Bambi in manuelas one time and she’s making out with an older woman, olga would get protective (maybe on her own terms if she comes around to personally have those feelings towards Bambi or on the terms of looking out for her for alexia and feeling slightly bad for Bambi’s mommy issues) and she would get Bambi away from the woman and try have a heart to heart or at least speak to her about hooking up with random (older) woman in clubs. Or if she sees Bambi leaving with an older woman (to obviously go home and hookup) she’d be right in there putting a stop to it.

Lastly I feel like general olga has put out a psa to everyone working at manuelas to immediately say if they see Bambi so she can intervene if she can’t.

Sorry I just love the angst of older Bambi at manuelas story line/ lesbian clubs in general😂

The first time Olga catches Bambi at Manuelas is so shocking because she hadn't expected it at all.

She's just kind of checking everything's running smoothly, notices Bambi and does a little double take. She doesn't really think anything of it because Bambi's like 18/19 now. She's allowed to go to clubs but Olga still keeps a close eye on her.

It's only later that she notices Bambi's making out with someone who clearly is quite a few years older than her and the protective instincts go on overdrive and she's fighting through the crowd to break it up.

(At which point Bambi's noticed her and immediately left).

Bambi doesn't go to Manuelas often because almost every time she does, Olga is there or someone else she knows who will definitely snitch. Bambi has nearly mastered the art of running before she gets caught but a few times, Olga is stepping in before Bambi even realises she's been caught and she gets sent into one of the staff rooms in the back to wait for someone to come pick her up

[muzzleroars]

Hi!, I hope everything is going well for you, I remember that you said fallen Gabriel gained more demonic features the more his halo disappeared, are those changes gradual?, or he just suddenly woke up with a fully formed tail?, if they are sudden I can imagine Gabriel would just panic horribly upon seeing himself, also how would v1 react or comfort him if that was the case?

mentions of body image issues //

GENUINELY this is one of the reasons i decided to keep the tail, like just the idea that he absolutely does wake up one day and it's there. the initial reaction is fully "what IS that?" since he's just trying to parse whether or not it's some kind of...animal?...until v1 grabs it and pulls, making them both realize at the same time that it's attached to gabriel. and as FUNNY as that is to play out, i also use it as a breaking point for him because he can file down his claws, cover up his now stone-like skin, and disregard the horns as part of his armor and not truly himself, but nothing can be done to hide a tail. he'll have to see it, feel it, use it and simply be aware of having an added appendage, and anyone else could see it as well (at this point in the narrative, he's got some contact with raphael and uriel, SO UH). he has continued to deny himself as a demon, refuses to even really acknowledge the word, but with the tail those floodgates kind of burst open and all he can think now is that if anyone saw him as this, what other label could they apply to him? no one could think of him as an angel anymore, not even a fallen one.

and so he laments, he despairs after keeping what little hold he could have on himself for so long as he assumed each new feature, and frankly he just gets pissed. he wants it gone, he wants to be who he once was, and i'm sure he considers just getting rid of it in order to regain at least a modicum of the control he once felt he had. but v1 doesn't allow it. it's been watching gabriel change and it's admired how he's grown, but v1 isn't exactly intuitive about emotions, to say the least lol so this is when it fully comes to understand that gabriel has only just been tolerating these changes and largely has been denying them instead of steadily growing to accept them and himself as they came. which would have gone much more smoothly and v1 runs through just about every curse word it's got in its banks before it can force him to calm down (enough), sit down, and just try to convey its perspective to him.

v1 doesn't speak often, it likes the vocal processor it stole for novelty purposes and the occasional exclamation, but it does use a few words here if only to impress the importance of its point on to gabriel. and that point is simply that it wants him to be at peace, not just with his decision, but with everything that's happened since. he can keep trying to conceal himself, he can keep sanding down every hard edge and now cutting off any new part, but he's changed. it knows that's the last thing he wants to hear, being constant for an eternity such as he was, but he's new now. not in the way heaven said he would be - nothing intrinsically has changed, nothing inherent to who he was save finding his autonomy. instead his body is new and wild, it's growing and changing with him, he has moved and it's followed him. and all v1 wants is for him is to think about it. to sit with that newness, especially with that tail!!! let it be for now and see if he really can find peace once he allows these new traits a chance to breathe, a chance to actually live with him. and gabriel accepts those terms, if only because v1 is so earnest in a way it rarely is....but he knows it's right. the tail WILL be quite the test for him though. especially when v1 starts pouncing on it.

[archiethinking]

I don't think Factorio is good.

That must come as a shock to the many fans that this game has. I know how much effort went into polishing it, how much thought was spent trying to perfect it. But I simply don't like it.

The issue I have with it, and that I also have with other games such Satisfactory or DSP, is that it gets stale. So stale. I cannot finish these games, I often don't even make it out of the mid-game.

I'm not sure why people like these games to be honest. Building belts and machines can only interest me for so long. After the 200th furnace I am spent mentally. It requires so much manual mental labor to sit there and do the same thing over-and-over again that my brain melts. It simply refuses. I get headaches and I stop: and I usually never pick it back up again.

It is in fact quite sad how neither satisfactory nor DSP seem able to effectively innovate upon the foundation of factorio in any meaningful way. Yes the third dimension is fun, but it does not fix it. It simply delays the inevitable.

In satisfactory I was genuinely saddened by the lack of anything new. I'd say that the beginning game of manually fueling Bio-reactors is even worse than factorio's mis-paced mess of a beginning, because its simply even more repetitive labor. But not even DSP is safe from this. The idea of having to walk and fly slower until you can develop tech that allows you to magically walk a meter per second quicker is tedious. In addition to the issues factorio poses, It is what kills these games for me.

So why has nobody fixed it? I think its very much a solvable issue. The features that are tedious are right there, out in the open. Simply salivating to be improved upon. Yet I think I've only found one project to have actually attempted to fix it.

That game is Minecraft. Now, hold on. Not just Minecraft. As fun as it is, its definitely no factory management game. But what makes it that is a mod for it called 'Create'. Despite the uninspired name this mod does what these other three games could not. It engages the player with innovative, actual third dimensional gameplay, unlike whatever garbage the other games have done, and does so while smoothly integrating minecraft within it. Nothing about it is repetitive in my mind. Every thing has a different way of being done, and different blocks required to do it.

I have spent 100+ hours on each of my two bases, having created factories that created everything for me and did so speedily. If you like the inherent puzzle-ness of factorio, and you want a fresh take on automation, please play this mod.

To give you a sneak-peek of what this mod does, I tell you only this: It adds rails with trains, it adds moving contraptions that can engage with the world, and it has many integrations with other mods.

It'd be an understatement to say that it keeps you engaged. It keeps you hooked, chained to the factory until your game runs out of frames.

It is a genuine 10/10.

https://www.curseforge.com/minecraft/mc-mods/create