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octuscle · 1 month

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the guy with the cap is amaaaaaaaaaaazing! is it possible to transform into him???? I am a broker and I need a hot body to spend some holidays with parties, surfing, chicks and no brain! I give you some nice advice to make money in exchange for an unbelievable adventure

It's basically all a question of money. And since you are using the premium version of Chronivac: Enjoy your vacation!

In the elevator down, your gaze falls into the mirror. Yes, you've gotten a bit plump around the hips… But your expensive suits actually conceal that quite well… At least you radiate power and authority.

Dexter, who's driving you today, asks if you've been doing more sport lately. You look much fresher and fitter than usual when he takes you to the airport. You reply that you haven't actually changed anything. But you are now looking forward to a long weekend in the sun. Dexter thinks he's jealous. And asks if you have any special plans. Plans? Not really. Sun, beach, a good book, that's actually all you want from the weekend.

Fuck, something didn't work with your Netjet card. You have to fly a line. Wait a minute! Netjet? Surely a destination of yours… But a destination a long way off. When you drop off your suitcase, you flirt with the ground staff. The upgrade works as usual, of course. It's not a disadvantage to be an All-American jock. The lady asks if you really only want to check in this one sports bag. Yes, hopefully you won't need more than a few shorts and tank tops. And lots of condoms. Hehehe!

Should you have had your hair cut again? When it's warm, long hair can sometimes be a nuisance. But the way the stewards flirt with you, you seem to have done everything right. You thankfully decline the offer of a champagne. Beer will be drunk this weekend. Lots of beer. And you start now. Party!

Aruba, Oranjestad. At last There's more Testostereon at the baggage carousel than at your gym during rush hour. Shit, you don't even know where to look first. Well… Actually, you just have to wait and see. Most guys are already actively trying to make eye contact with you. You'd be more relaxed if your sports bag was already here. Who knows if there are enough condoms here on the island? Aruba is an island? You don't know. You'll have to pray in case of the condoms. Your bag is still in Boston. Thank you very much!

Shit, you got a few condoms. The tank top is in the hotel room, after all, it's the only piece of clothing you have for the next few days apart from your shorts. Who cares? The question of where to get the next beer is much more important. And whose belly button you can drink it from. Damn, you are so incredibly horny!

You wanted to give me some investment tips! You recommend Anheuser-Busch InBev? Very funny, bruh!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #age reduction #ai image #jock tf #mullet

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mindfulstudyquest · 1 month

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❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲

𝟭. being consistent in journaling ( 🪻 )

i have recently started journaling more consistently and would like to maintain this line. i tried several times to start, failing miserably, because i couldn't find a method that would keep me motivated for a long time. then i purchased the famous five minutes gratitude journal, which is much easier to keep, and which i manage to update almost every day because by simply having to answer the pre-set questions my brain doesn't experience it as a commitment, unlike writing a diary page. alongside the fmj i have another diary with blank pages that i use as a proper diary, writing my reflections, talking about my day, complaining about negative things and stuff like that. i must say that it's therapeutic. i hope this is the right time i can maintain consistency in writing.

𝟮. having a more balanced diet ( 🍋‍🟩 )

i admit i've been eating like shit lately, a lot of sweets and processed foods alternated with periods of fasting due to guilt with the excuse of not having enough time to cook among the thousand things to do. i want to seriously commit to investing some of my time each week into preparing healthy, homemade meals (i could share some recipes here if you want, lmk) that keep me energized and don't ruin my hard work at the gym by adding empty calories to my diet.

𝟯. being consistent in the gym ( 🍄 )

and then obviously going to the gym at least 3 times a week, not really due to a matter of weight/aesthetics, but to cultivate discipline and focus. i believe that physically venting stress is the best and healthiest way to handle the crushing weight of life lately. sometimes i simply need to unload my energy without throwing a fit and risking venting it on someone who has nothing to do with it.

𝟰. reading at least 10 pages per day ( 📚 )

i love reading. i love reading madly, but i also know that i often find a thousand excuses not to do it. my brain fried by social media and zombie scrolling doesn't like the idea of concentrating on printed pages at all and i always put off reading all those books placed on my shelf gathering dust. i haven't read a book in months, so the time has come to break this bad habit and take back my greatest passion. i won't even mention all the benefits of reading, because only one book can give you so much in such a short time.

𝟱. sleep at least 8 hours ( ☕ )

i think my lack of sleep has a psychological component, but i'm no expert so what i say may not actually make any sense. i sleep little, much less than i need, when i was in high school i finished studying very late at night (past 3am) every day because i was so dependent on academic validation that the idea of getting a slightly lower grade than my usual could make me throw up. the thing is, i always delay going to sleep, even though my body is begging me to do so, and i think it's due to an inherent fear that the next day i'll have to go through it all over again. consequently in the morning i'm a wreck and i have to drag myself out of bed, being 30% as productive as i actually could be. i think it's time to work on my sleep schedule much more seriously, i think it could boost my health a lot.

𝟲. spend 15min in the sun every day ( ☀️ )

as a woman i know how important it is to be in the sun to produce vitamin D, unfortunately for me i'm some kind of goblin vampire who can't stay in the sun for more than five minutes without getting sunburned – on top of that my eyes start to water when the light too strong. i'll arm myself with sunscreen and give my body what it needs, hoping i won't get arthritis in my forties.

let me know in the comments what are YOU planning to improve in the near future <3

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mothguillotine · 5 months

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Is It Still Family Dinner If You Can't Eat?

When you wake up, the sun has just about gone down. Nandor is still sleeping, and during the night, you had moved to lay on top of his chest. You just lay there for a bit, enjoying the feeling of being pressed into Nandor. A few minutes later, you feel him starting to move.

"Good evening," you tell Nandor, looking up at him resting your chin on your hands, "I didn't realize that you are a cuddler."

"Why would I not?" he asks you, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't know," you say, "not that I mind it."

You both lay on the bed for a while, talking, until you hear a commotion down the hall. At first, you think that luckily, it doesn't involve you until your door is thrown open. Standing on the other side is Guillermo, who looks shocked.

"GUILLERMO!" You and Nandor yell at the same time.

"AHHH!" Guillermo shouts and covers his eyes.

"Shut the door!" You yell at him, which he does quickly.

On the other side of the door, Guillermo is looking directly into the camera, and he looks traumatized.

_________________________________________

Downstairs Nadja and Laszlo are sitting down in front of the camera, and they look pleased.

"Our plan, it finally worked." Nadja says smiling, "Our dear friends have finally fucked. After so many days of managing them they haven't been able to get their hands off each other."

They both stop for a moment and the sounds of moaning can be heard echoing from upstairs.

"Unfortunately an unforeseen consequence of this has been the noise." Laszlo says, "It has been making my dear wife and I very horny."

"I honestly don't know how much more I can take," she says, "you know what. I am done."

Nadja stands up and rips off her microphone. She leaves the room and Laszlo quickly takes off his own microphone as well. They both move up the stairs at a fast rate while the crew closely follows behind.

When they approach the door the sounds of moaning become louder and louder. The crew, still filming, watch as Laszlo knocks on the door and the moaning suddenly stops. A few moments later Nandor is peeking out of the door.

The crew is unable to hear anything said by the vampires but they continue to watch them. Nandor turns back into the room, presumably to tell you something, and then Nandor opens the door. Nadja and Laszlo move quickly into the room and the crew runs down the hall. When they get there they hear the moaning start back up with new voices.

_________________________________________

Later in the evening you and Nandor are sitting together on the sofa in front of the fireplace. You are both reading books that you found in the library. His arm is wrapped securely around you and is pulling you into him. The last few days have been spent together and honestly you are at the happiest you've ever been, the only thing that could make it better is having your best friend with you.

Over the last few days with Nandor you have been surprised with how much he's told you about his past. The stories range from twenty to six hundred years ago. He tells you about Al Qolnidar and his time as a general during the Ottoman Empire.

You tell him about how you moved from the Midwest when you were nine and moved to Staten Island. The entire time you are talking he is fully invested in what you are saying. It's nice to actually be listened to by someone and you never expected that person to be Nandor.

The one thing it felt like you didn't really talk about was what the thing between you was. It felt silly to call him your boyfriend, the man is over 600 years old and the term ‘boyfriend’ doesn't really fit him. You guys have fucked quite a few times and not once have you had a conversation about how you both feel.

“Master,” Guillermo says standing in the doorway, “Laszlo wishes to see you in the front yard.”

“Coming, Guillermo.” he says back and stands up, “I will be right back, my dove.”

You stay sitting at the sofa and check your phone. Still nothing from Oscar, you honestly expected for him to understand what had happened but you were wrong. Over the past few days you have realized that if Oscar doesn’t want to be in your life anymore you should let him go, as much as you want him in your life.

_________________________________________

Guillermo had been observing you over the last few days. He had noticed that while you were happy it was obvious something was bothering you. He knew what it was, given the amount you were checking your phone to see if Oscar had texted you back yet and honestly it was starting to concern him. Guillermo knew that the last thing you wanted to do was hurt Oscar and you did that, unfortunately.

Guillermo felt as though if Oscar could see how much you were hurting over what happened, your relationship may be repaired. What he also knew is that if you found out what he was planning you would stop him and so would any of the vampires, given how negatively he reacted the other day. So he would have to do this in secret. Guillermo puts his plan into action. He knows he needs a reason to get out of the house covertly. He quickly asks around to see if anyone needs anything from the store.

When he has his list of items that people need he exits the house. Outside Guillermo sees Nandor and Laszlo speaking with Sean on the front lawn. He just knows that this is gonna be tricky to get out of here without drawing attention to himself. He tries his hardest to sneak by unnoticed and stays in the shadows as much as possible while moving slowly. Unfortunately when Guillermo is nearly at the edge of the lawn he is seen by Sean.

“G-money,” Sean yells, “get over here. We were just talking about Nandors new girl, over here”

“Yes, we were just talking about my girlfriend.” Nandor tells him proudly when gets close to the fence.

“Your girlfriend?” Guillermo asks.

“Yes, Gizmo.” Laszlo says, “Keep up.”

“Okay, well anyways, Master, do you need anything from the store?” Guillermo asks, “Nadja asked me to-”

“Guillermo I am busy, please leave.” Nandor dismisses him.

“Okay master.” Guillermo says and turns to leave.

“Wait, Guillermo.” Nandor says and Guillermo is worried he is caught, “Can you get more candles? They make a very romantic atmosphere.”

“Of course, Master.” he tells him realizing that nobody actually cares if he leaves or not and this whole plan was a waste.

_________________________________________

After amusing Sean for a while and agreeing to go with him on a ‘guys trip’ the next weekend, Nandor was finally allowed to go back inside. Even though he longed to spend time with you he was forced to sit down in front of the camera.

“Over the past few weeks I have realized something. I think I have finally found the vampire I wish to spend the rest of my life with.” Nandor tells the camera, “After centuries of searching I am finally done.”

“I know that we have only been together for a short amount of time,” Nandor says, “but after being around for centuries I know when someone is right for me.”

_________________________________________

When Guillermo arrives at Oscar's apartment he takes a few moments before going to knock. He gathers himself and thinks about what he will tell Oscar, but when he goes to the door and knocks it's like all of his brain cells leave. Then Oscar opens the door and Guillermo really can't think of anyone to say.

“Guillermo, right?” Oscar asks, “What are you doing here? Are you going to kidnap me again? Because if you are, I really would prefer it if you didn't.”

“No!” Guillermo says suddenly, “I just want to know if you want to see her?”

“Listen, I know that she is upset but I don't know if I can be around her anymore. I can barely wrap my mind around the whole ‘vampires are real’ thing and on top of that my best friend is one.” he tells Guillermo, “I love her so much but it's just too much for me right now.”

“Okay.” Guillermo says.

“Really?” he asks, “That simple? You aren't trying to trick me or anything, right?”

“No, I just-” Guillermo starts, “I can get how it is a lot. I just wanted to tell you how bad she's been since you came over. She didn't tell me to come or anything. Honestly if she found out that I was here she might eviscerate me.”

“Well that would be a shame.” Oscar tells him, “You are too cute for disembowelment.”

“I- um… what?” Guillermo asks but Oscar just smiles.

“Do you want to come in and have some tea or coffee? or maybe something stronger?” Oscar asks him.

“uhh- yeah. That would be nice.” Guillermo says.

_________________________________________

At home you are cleaning up a bit, while Guillermo is using the one picking up, whenever the mood strikes you get into the zone. You decided to clean up the foyer and turn on some tunes.

Living with the vampires you do unfortunately the are absolutely fucking horrible at using techniques which means many things are out of date in the house. Such as instead of having a tv with spotify on it they had a historical record player.

This just did not work for you, mostly because the only music they had is original recordings. So when you moved in you brought your record player, with a variety of albums. For this particular job you knew that you needed a fun record so you decided on ABBA.

“YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN. YOUNG AND SWEET. ONLY SEVENTEEN!!!” you sing.

“Are you singing a song from Mamma Mia?!” Nadja asks you excitedly.

“uh, yeah. I guess.” you tell her, “I mean this particular recording is the one from the band.”

“The band?” she asks.

“Well, yeah. The songs that they use in the movie are by the band ABBA.” You tell her.

“I want to hear more.” she tells you when the record comes to an end.

“Okay.” you tell her picking up your ABBA albums, “Pick out which one.”

You and Nadja spend time listening to your albums when you give up on cleaning, until Nandor and Laszlo return from outside. As soon as they get back in the house Lazslo and Nadja retire to their room. Which leaves you and Nandor by yourselves in the library.

“What took you so long?” you ask him when he sits on the couch.

“Sean, our neighbor, was very chatty tonight,” he tells you as you get pulled into his lap.

“Oh yeah? What did you talk about?” you ask, sinking into him while bringing your hand up to play with the ends of his hair.

“He wanted to talk about going up to his cabin next weekend for a ‘guys trip’.” he tells you, “he was also asking about you.”

“Oh, me?” You ask confused, “What did he say?”

“Well, he was just wondering who you were,” he tells you, “I just told him that you are my girlfriend.”

“Your girlfriend?” You ask him, “I'm your girlfriend?”

You were right when you had thought it to be weird to refer to Nandor as your ‘boyfriend’ but the look on his face when he called you his girlfriend was unrivaled. Over the last few days, you had wondered what exactly your relationship was, and the idea that he decided to say that you were boyfriend-girlfriend was kinda funny.

“Is that not what humans call the people they are courting?” he asks you confused.

“No. I mean, yeah, it is, but I mean, you just never asked me to be your girlfriend.” You tell him.

“Oh, I just thought that the ‘stuff’ that we were doing meant you wanted to be with me.” he tells you and he looks sad.

“No, I do.” you tell him, “I just want you to ask me.”

“Okay. Will you be my girlfriend?” Nandor asks you.

“Yes, of course I will.” you tell him and go to kiss him. Both of you stay on the sofa for a while, chatting and kissing.

“Master!” Guillermo announces, “I'm back!”

“Oh, hey Guillermo,” you greet him when he enters the library, “Where did you go?”

“Oh, uh, just to the store.” he tells you, “Nadja needed some things.”

“Okay,” you say, “You found everything that you needed?”

“Oh yeah,” Guillermo says, “found it all.”

“Okay?” you say, starting to get suspicious. Guillermo may be able to trick the rest of your housemates but you could tell something was up.

_________________________________________

Guillermo was starting to feel really bad about what he had done. At first he had focused on helping your and Oscar's relationship but after a few glasses of wine he had lost the point of the conversation. He wasn't quite sure at what point it had led to his bedroom but it did.

Seeing you in the library had made him feel even more guilty than before. He wasn't supposed to be at Oscar's apartment much less fucking him. Guillermo honestly did know which one you would be more upset about.

He knew that ‘that’ couldn't happen again. No matter how much he enjoyed spending time with Oscar or how he honestly didn't feel that bad, but he felt bad about not feeling bad. It was just very confusing.

So he went over again to tell Oscar face-to-face why the next morning. Which, in hindsight, was a bad idea, because it led Guillermo to not saying anything and instead being invited in yet again.

This time though Guillermo loses track of time and when he finally looks at his phone he realizes it's nearly sunset.

“Shit,” Guillermo says looking down at his phone and suddenly stands up, “I have to go. It's almost time for me to get them up.”

“Okay,” Oscar says to Guillermo, “here's my number, you know, to text or whatever.”

“Oh, yeah.” Guillermo says, smiling.

“Yeah.” Oscar says handing him a piece of paper, presumably with his number on it.

“Okay,” he says when he gets a notification from Uber that his ride is here, “I have to go but I'll text you, yeah?”

“Perfect,” Oscar says as they walk to the door, “I'll see you later, Guillermo.”

Guillermo gives him a thumbs up and Oscar closes the door.

“Why did I give him a thumbs up?” Guillermo asks himself, “That was so stupid.”

He gets back to the house just in time to wake you all up and start work for the day. His first order of business was to wake everyone up from their slumber. After that he collects the mail from outside.

Recently Nadja has had a bit of an obsession with online shopping after you showed her and the state of the porch was proof of that. Many packages were stacked atop one another, most of them addressed to Nadja and some for you. The mail has a few things for Colin, a subscription called TopiaryMonthly for Laszlo, and a single letter addressed to you.

“Hey guys!” Guillermo calls, “The mail is here!”

“Coming!” Nadja vocalizes.

Guillermo watches as Nadja runs down the hall excitedly with Dolly.

“I bought you so much, my lovely bitch.” Nadja tells herself.

“Oh!” Dolly shouts, “I am so excited!”

Nadja hurriedly rips open her packages leaving a massive mess of boxes, bubble wrap, and tissue paper, which he knows he has to clean up. You arrive to collect your packages soon after Nadja leaves the foyer.

“Hey, which ones are mine?” You ask Guillermo.

“You have these three,” Guillermo tells you, handing the packages over, “and you have a letter.”

“Oh really?” You ask, “I haven't submitted my change of address form.”

You set your packages down, and Guillermo hands you the letter. When you take one glance at it, you know who it's from.

“Fuck.” you say exhaling.

“What?” Guillermo asks you.

“It's from my family.” you tell him and he looks concerned.

_________________________________________

“I wouldn't say I have a bad relationship with my parents,” you tell the camera, “We just don't always get along. Like normal families, I mean they yell a lot. More than even around here.”

When Guillermo first handed you the letter, it took your breath away for a second. They shouldn't know where you are and how they found you. You have no idea. The letter basically said that if you didn't come home soon, they would come here, and that definitely would not be good.

“I don't know what to do.” You say, “I can't exactly say ‘hey, mom and dad. I'm a vampire now.’ I mean, that's crazy, but it's true.”

You still haven't told Nandor everything about you, especially not the fact that your parents are crazy. In this life, you wanted them to not be involved. After years and years of being controlled by them, you wouldn't do it anymore. Which is why you end up on the doorstep of the home you grew up in.

You hold up your hand to knock but can't bring yourself to do it. Before you can turn to leave, the door bursts open, and behind it is your mom.

“Hey, mom.” you say.

“Where the hell have you been?” your mom says.

“I was just, you know, around.” You cover.

“Around where?” she asks, “I haven't seen you in over a month and have gotten barely any texts. Nani thought you were dead.”

“Ma, I'm fine.” You tell her, “I was just busy.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, “You look skinny.”

“Mom, I'm fine.” You assure her.

“Okay,” she says, “Well come in. Are you waiting for an invitation?”

When you walk into the house, it feels weird. A few months ago, when you had last seen the house, your life was so much different. Back then, you were more agreeable before you met Nadja, Laszlo, and Guillermo before Nador, when you were human still.

But you aren't human anymore and this house feels almost claustrophobic. The smells and sounds are overwhelming to say the least. Living in the house you have grown accustomed to the noises and smells of the old home, but this is overwhelming.

“Just sit at the table sweetie,” your mom calls from the kitchen and you sit down in the dining room, “We will bring out dinner.”

The smell of the food in the kitchen is enough to make you nauseous and the sounds in the house that you had never noticed before, were starting to overwhelm you. And when your parents bring out the food to the table it gets significantly worse.

“So, how has my little girl been?” your dad asks you.

“Good,” you tell him simply, “How are you?”

“We are good.” he says.

“Good.” you tell him.

All of you stay silent for a while, which is very awkward. You push your food around with a fork and bring it up every so often to take faux-bites.

“Do you want some to take home?” your mom asks.

“Uh, yeah,” you tell her, planning to give Guillermo them, “It will heat up good.”

Your mom stands up to get some tupperware for the food in the kitchen.

“So, we need to talk to you about something,” your dad tells you, “It's very serious.”

“Okay?” you ask confused, “What is it?”

“Well this isn't going to be easy to hear,” your father starts, and you can't help but hope that your parents are finally getting a divorce, “We are moving back home.”

“Okay.” you tell him, “That's it? You and mom are moving back home?”

“Well, no.” he says, “You are coming too.”

“What do you mean I'm coming too?” you ask him, “My whole life is here. My friends are here.”

“Well we are a part of your life too.” your dad says, growing more frustrated, “You are coming with us.”

“No, I'm not,” you tell him standing up suddenly from the table, “I am a fucking adult! I can choose where I live and you can't do anything about it.”

You decided to forego the leftovers and just go back home to your family. Before your mom or dad can say anything else, you slam the front door. After traveling down the road a bit so you are out of your parents' sight, you transform into a bat.

_________________________________________

Back at home it's quiet, Guillermo is texting away with Oscar, Nadja and Laszlo are working on a new song, Nandor is reading a new book you ordered for him about Al Qolnidar, and Colin is doing whatever the hell Colin does. So when you come inside the foyer Guillermo sees you right away, looking upset.

“Are you okay?” Guillermo says when he stands up to help you with your coat and bag.

“Yeah, I just,” you start to say, “my parents are just annoying. They want me to move back to Michigan with them. Which I obviously can't do, not that I want to.”

“What are you gonna do?” Guillermo asks you softly.

“I don't know,” you say, as you fall back on one of the chairs in the entryway, “Just try to get them to leave without me and if that doesn't work then hypnotize them.”

“Hypnotize them to forget about you?” Guillermo asks you, “What if your family asks about you? Then what? They just don't know?”

“Well no that wouldn't work.” you tell him, “What if I hypnotized them into just leaving?”

“That could work.” he tells you.

“But that's like the last choice.” you tell him, “I don't want to hypnotize them.”

“Yeah, absolutely. Only if we have no other choice.” Guillermo promises.

Masterlist

#nandor the relentless #nandor the relentless x reader #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #lazslo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #wwdits nandor #guillermo de la cruz #colin robinson #female reader

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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sugar daddy jenson! and the reader reading one of their spicy books on kindle. jenson wants to cuddle w them but they’re too invested in some smut. he looks at what they’re reading and you can decide what happens after lol

y’all get me.

Hours roll by and Jenson had yet to get a text back from you. It was starting to worry him because even if you were busy, you'd text him that you were busy so he'd at least know you’re alive.

Surely you’re just wrapped up in some project or a last minute cram session, but still, he decided to check in on you.

Your car was in the parking lot when he pulled in, he peeked into your car and everything seemed fine so he buzzed himself up, using his key to unlock your condo door.

“Sweetheart?!” He calls and your brows furrow, letting the book down when you hear him. “Jense?” You get up, meeting the man halfway between the living room and the front door.

“I haven't heard from you all day, I just wanted to check on you.” He says, kissing your forehead. His arm slung over your shoulder as you two walked back to the living room. “What have you been up to?”

“Just got caught up in my book,” you tell him, sitting down.

He hums, picking up your empty coffee mug to take it to the kitchen. “How about we go for a drive? Get you out of the house for a bit?”

“Can I finish my chapter first?” You looked up at him, puppy eyes and a pout playing on your lips. Jenson could never say no to you, especially not now.

He sits next to you, arm back over your shoulder once again. “Fine, finish your chapter.” He kisses your head, letting you snuggle into his side.

Jenson lets you read, switching on the tv and flips through the channels for a while before randomly settling on one of them. He can feel you shift a bit, your eyes fixed on the pages as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

That caught his attention so obviously, being the nosy person he is, he started to follow along with the words on the pages.

Her cheat heaving as she looked up at the man. “Jack, please.” She begged him, he smiles at the woman under him. “What would he say if he heard you? Begging another man to fuck you instead of him?”

Jenson pulls the book from your hand. “This is what you’ve been ignoring me all day for?” He asked, “word porn?” He scoffs and you roll your eyes.

“Gimme my book.” You reached for it but Jenson got off the couch, taking the book with him. He skipped a few lines, reading over the just of the scene.

“I can do this,” he says, setting the book on the coffee table before pulling you off the couch.

“Jenson,” you warned him but he ignored you, moving you to lay on the couch.

The man drops down to his knees in front of you, your legs over his shoulder and he kisses down your calf, to your thigh before he gets to your pussy. You lift your hips, letting him take your panties off, tossing it along with the other clothes.

His nose brushes against your clit, his tongue licking a stripe up your cunt. Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair.

Jenson’s hand on your hip rocks you back and forth slightly, just enough that he can hear his name fall from your lips.

“Jense- fuck, there.” You pull on his hair, getting him to do what he did again.

He glances up, your eyes shut and your head tossed back and he can't help but smile; he’s broken you down to nothing but a whimpering mess but he wasn’t done with you just yet.

Your cheeks are red when you see him sit up, the lower half of his face glistening. You also can’t help yourself when you pull him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on him.

“Better than your book, huh?” He members, earning a giggle and a smack on the shoulder from you.

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A Fine Line Bonus 2

The second AFL bonus chapter!

Pairing: Namjoon x f. reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 6.8k

Content: unprotected sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving inc. deepthroat), fingering, orgasm denial

A/N: welp, what are we, like six months after the series finished when I first said I was going to do this?? 😅😅 I want to thank everyone who voted for which scene/chapter they wanted in Namjoon's POV. I had a real variety of answers (which was genuinely unexpected!) so I haven't been able to do all of them, but a combo of chapters 5 and 6 went together so easily, so that's what you've got!! It was actually kind of hard to get back into this mindset for this couple, because I am so invested in their happiness together lmao but I think I got there! I hope you enjoy and I hope it was worth the wait!

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Namjoon heard the front door open and your muffled voice, the muffled voice of someone else. Sounded like a man. His eyes flicked to his closed bedroom door, just for a second, then went back to his book. He didn’t care who you had over. Wasn't his business.

But then he’d barely read more than a page before his door was swinging open and you were falling through it, held up by the arms of whoever that guy was.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked and you had the audacity to look genuinely surprised.

“Sorry, man,” the stranger replied.

You said nothing, but you just pushed him backwards and closed the door after you.

Namjoon stared at the closed door a second longer, curious now. He hadn’t thought that guy would be your type. Not that he knew what your type was. Or that he thought about it at all. That guy was tiny. Namjoon could take him easily. Not that he wanted to or actually would. But he looked so different from Namjoon. Maybe you just weren’t fussy. Or maybe this wasn’t anything more than a game to you.

He turned back to his book, determined to not let you get under his skin. Not tonight.

Easier said than done with all the noise the two of you were making. Namjoon realised he had been staring at the same page for minutes but hadn’t read a single word. All he could focus on was you, the other side of that wall. You and some guy on the other side of that wall. Making sounds he’d never heard from you. Sounds he’d heretofore only imagined. He wished he could block him out, your friend—boyfriend? Hook-up? – and isolate you. He imagined you, just you, just those noises you were making, on a track, on a loop, just for him.

Namjoon shuffled uncomfortably, pressing a palm against his dick, hard now and pulling that low ache from his abdomen. He tipped his head back and sighed, taking another deep breath before he got his act together. He wasn’t going to give into this. He wasn’t going to dance to your tune. He knew what this was, another step in your stupid little game. Well, Namjoon wasn’t playing.

He slammed his book shut and decided to have a shower. He did not pause momentarily outside his bedroom door. He didn’t. He didn’t have to steel himself again, didn’t clench his fists at his sides and grit his teeth together. Because he definitely didn’t hear you call some other guy’s name.

Hoseok. Who the fuck was Hoseok?

The water was hot when Namjoon stepped underneath it. He tipped his head back and let the water flow over his face. He tried to imagine all his tension flowing with it, out of his body and down the drain. His brain was having none of it. That loop of you he’d imagined was playing like a bassline in his head; blurry moving pictures of you, of what might or could have been your body, soft to the touch but tense under his hands swam in his mind. His dick leapt and he grasped it firmly in one hand, with every intention of giving in now, letting his mind wander all over you, imagining his hand was yours, imagining all the things he wanted most to do to you. Where was his resolve? Going down the drain with all the shower water, it seemed like. It was what you did to him.

This stupid fucking game of chicken. It was stupid. He was stupid for going along with it. He knew that, but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Couldn't stop fantasising about you beneath him. It kept him up at night. Sometimes, it kept him out of his own fucking apartment because he felt like he was on a hair trigger and you might do something just right, or just wrong, enough that he wouldn’t be able to keep it in any longer.

He didn’t know why he was playing along, letting you get in his head. He knew better. He was better than that. He was done with games, done with women who made him play them. That’s what he kept saying. And it was true. It had been true. Until you moved into his apartment.

He didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t have a plan. Up to this point, he had assumed you didn’t either, but now he felt like you were playing chess while he had been playing draughts. You’d checked his king now. This was an escalation. And what was Namjoon doing about it? Getting himself off, alone, in the shower, while another guy fucked you so hard, Namjoon could still hear you over the running water. This wouldn’t do.

Maybe it wasn’t about him. Namjoon couldn’t decide. On the one hand, you seemed to be making a lot of effort recently to make sure he knew it was about him. On the other, you’d already made your point. Did you really need to go another round with this guy just to show Namjoon what he was missing? Did you really have to be doing whatever you were doing to him to make him that vocal? To make him growl your name like that? No, you didn’t. Which meant you were doing it because you wanted to. You wanted to fuck this guy just because, because of who he was, because he was fucking good at it, because he made you see God or what the fuck ever it was you were crying about now.

It was embarrassing, he decided. It was fucking embarrassing, you going on like that, making a show of yourself. As if you needed the whole building to hear you. As if you wanted the world to know you were getting it hit right by some guy. Namjoon didn’t have to just fucking lie there and listen to it. All your chatter about how he was a bad roommate—who was the bad roommate now?

Namjoon checked the time on his phone: definitely late enough to be annoyed. He raised a fist to thump on the wall and then thought twice about it.

He wasn’t embarrassed. You fucking should be. He stood up and took a deep breath before stomping heavily out of his bedroom. Without knocking, without quite knowing what he was doing, he flung open your bedroom door.

Fuuuuuuuuck.

He couldn’t look directly at you. You on your knees. You in the half-light. Someone else’s hands on your body.

“Do you fucking mind?” he growled.

It would have been rude to direct it to Hoseok—he was technically a guest, after all—but Namjoon still couldn’t look you in the eye. Couldn’t see them black and blown out. Couldn’t see the hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. He gulped and waited for your response, praying to every god he knew of that his dick would behave itself for once.

“What?” was all you said.

“I’m trying to fucking sleep.”

“And?”

This was safer ground. This was you being deliberately obtuse, like you always fucking were. This was you pissing Namjoon off. This was what got under his skin, this denial, this faux innocence and naivety, as if you had no idea what you were doing. As his anger flared, his lust dampened, and he finally looked you dead in the eye. You stared back.

“Keep the fucking noise down,” Namjoon said eventually, and he walked away. He slammed the door so hard it bounced back and eventually stopped swinging, coming to rest only half shut. He stood for a moment, not quite outside your bedroom, but not quite inside his yet.

“Do you want to shut the door?” he heard Hoseok ask.

“No, fuck it, who cares? He’s already fucking seen it.”

Namjoon’s jaw clenched and he shook as he carefully shut his own bedroom door, desperate though he was to slam it.

‘He’s already fucking seen it.’

Yes, he already fucking had. And he’d already fucking heard it. But he hadn’t already fucking fucked you.

The tension in the apartment was palpable. Namjoon didn’t have a next move. He’d never really had any moves at all. You led the charge, all the way; he played along, pretending you didn’t. But things were different now. This was an escalation. He was in check. That meant it was his turn. And all he’d managed to do was wank himself dry over you.

He was a little irritable, a little on edge, and a little annoyed that he was made to come all the way across town to a music video set—on a work day, for his real job—just because someone wanted the lyrics changing. He could have done that from the office; he could have done that on his phone over his lunch break. But no, his presence was demanded by the talent. That was one of the things that made Namjoon grateful he never went down that route, that he didn’t make it in the months before his parents found out he was a university drop out. He might well have become an insufferable, entitled brat, too.

He was hanging around, waiting for his changes to be approved so he could leave. He’d had to skip lunch, so he was picking at the food on offer, not really wanting any of it. A throat cleared near him.

“It’s Namjoon, right?”

He felt the muscle in his jaw twitch as he turned to see who it was. The man gestured to himself.

“Um, Hoseok. I don’t know if you rememb-”

“I remember.”

He couldn’t stop himself remembering. Every waking minute, most of his sleeping minutes too, full of you and fucking Hoseok. He hadn’t laid eyes on you since that night—you had both been doing a good job of avoiding each other—but he still couldn’t stop seeing you: your body in the dark, the moonlight on your skin, your hair tangled and stuck to your face, the glint in your eyes when they met his, the long arch of your back... He didn’t even have to shut his eyes to see it. You were always there.

What could this guy possibly want with Namjoon, other than to make his bad day worse?

“I saw you over here—I didn’t know you worked in this industry? I haven’t seen you around before? — and I...”

Hoseok paused and Namjoon had to clench all the muscles in his legs to stop himself just walking away, getting out of this situation. Hoseok looked reluctant to talk, but this was his idea in the first place so couldn’t he just spit it out?

“I have a thing about not getting in people’s business so I feel like I shouldn’t do this, but at the same time, I feel like I have to just say... about the other night-”

“What about it?”

“Well... This is a little awkward, obviously.”

Namjoon didn’t see why it should be but, for a man who kept himself balls deep inside you when walked in on during sex, Hoseok did seem surprisingly awkward now. Namjoon just shrugged.

“No, it isn’t. Why should it be?”

“I just wanted to say I didn’t know there was anything going on between the two of you an-”

“There isn’t anything going on between us.”

That seemed to wrongfoot Hoseok a little and he paused, mid-sentence, and then frowned, looking confused.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Why would I be kidding? There isn’t anything going on between us.”

How many fucking times was Hoseok going to make him say it? Namjoon’s patience was wearing painfully thin and he could feel a headache start to thump like a band across the top of his head.

For a second, Hoseok looked as if he was just going to walk away. Then he changed his mind and his face was serious now, suddenly dark where he had been all sunshine before.

“Sure, whatever you say. I just came over here to say that I didn’t mean to get in the middle of anything and I’m not the sort of person who gets involved in other people’s messes-” (Namjoon raised an eyebrow at that) “-but... She doesn’t know what she wants so, if you do, be nice, alright? I don’t know you or what you’re like, but I do know her and she’s sweet and she’s got shit going on and so whatever games you two are playing, just be sure you know what you want out of it. And be nice to her.”

Namjoon was briefly blind with rage. He had to blink away the red from his vision. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, coming over to tell him to be nice to you?! YOU. You who had instigated all of this shit. You who were responsible for it all. You... sweet? Hoseok got the sweet version of you, did he? So sweet that Hoseok clearly had no idea, that he thought Namjoon was the one who needed telling to behave himself.

“You think she doesn’t know what she wants?” His throat was so tight, he almost couldn’t speak at all, his words coming out as little more than a growl.

“You think she does?”

“You obviously don’t know her as well as you think you do.”

He knew he wasn’t exactly being generous, or gracious, or polite. Hoseok hadn’t really done anything wrong. If Namjoon had been close to his right mind, he would have even thought it commendable, the way Hoseok was putting himself in the line of fire to stand up for you. But he wasn’t close; he was livid.

Hoseok looked at him for a few seconds and Namjoon just stared him down. Then Hoseok raised both his hands slightly and took a step back.

“Ok, sure, maybe I don’t. I’ve said my piece so... Have a nice day, I guess.”

As he turned to walk away, Namjoon could see the baffled disbelief in Hoseok’s face, his raised brows, the way he lightly shook his head. Namjoon watched him walk away, thinking about you. Who the hell were you when you were with Hoseok? Sweet. The word clattered about in his brain, ricocheting and bouncing off the walls. Sweet. You. Sweet. Hoseok. Sweet.

Why were you never sweet to him? He could have gone there. He was nice. He was a good guy. He had every intention of being good to you, when you moved in. He’d been told you were going through something; he wasn’t a fucking monster, of course he wanted to be nice to you. Of course he wanted to be there for you. Of course he thought, right at the start, that you might have become friends. You apparently had had other ideas. So, there you both were.

Sweet.

‘She doesn’t know what she wants’.

‘Oh yes, she fucking does,’ Namjoon thought.

And it was all he could think. He stomped back to his office and sat at his desk, head aching in earnest now, making his brain feel squeezed and his eyes tired. He tried to distract himself, get stuck in a task—a long, complicated task would be good, something to really sink his teeth into—but he couldn’t. He couldn’t focus for more than ten seconds at a time because you kept coming back to him. Fucking sweet. Doesn’t know what she wants.

By the time the clock hit 6, Namjoon thought he was going to have a stroke. It was early for him, but he stood up abruptly, announced he had to leave, turned on his heel and walked out with not another word. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stand it. You had put him in check and Hoseok, your fucking knight, had flanked you and now it was Namjoon’s turn.

He was finally going to make a fucking move.

He didn’t have a plan. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He couldn’t get his brain to slow down and just think for a second, so he decided to wing it. Not his usual style, but sometimes you’ve got to be the change...

He still wasn’t thinking when he crashed through the front door and stomped straight to your bedroom. He didn’t even know if you would be in there, hadn’t thought about what he would find inside. But there you were, hurrying to your feet, and then looking up at him as he pinned you to the wall, wide-eyed, your lips slightly parted, breathing a little harder than normal. It was at that point that Namjoon realised you were topless and the realisation gave his brain a zap. Something was going to happen and he wanted to be the one to do it.

“What are you doing?”

He had wanted to start this. But what was he doing? What was his plan? He didn’t have one. He started from the top.

“Guess who I ran into today.”

“Who?”

“There’s a dancer at work, name’s Hoseok. I think you know him.”

You looked surprised, shocked even, and then worried, a miniscule crease between your brows appearing as you continued to stare up at him. He felt your breath hitch. It was almost too much: those big, shining eyes, your skin warm to the touch and so much of it on display.

“We had a very interesting conversation about you.”

If he weren’t so close to you, he might have believed you felt as nonchalant as you had sounded, but he had his thigh between your legs and your arms in his hands and he could feel you flush; he could practically hear your heart racing. Knowing that he was having this effect on you was like a supercharge; this hadn’t all been just a stupid game; it wasn’t in his head. You did want him. Which meant he had a chance to really play now, to show you that he could play this game, too, that the ball was in his court and he was going to lob it back to you and hard.

“He seems to think,” Namjoon continued, staring until you finally looked away, eyes cast down, a pink blush creeping up your neck. He leant in closer. “That you don’t know what you want.” Closer still, his lips next to your ear. “But I think we both know, don’t we?”

He felt you shiver under his fingers as he lightly trailed them down your naked torso. He toyed with the waistband of your underwear, almost giddy with the effect he was having on you. Your goosepimpled skin, your nipples tight, your skin hot. It was more than Namjoon could have imagined. He snapped the elastic hard against your skin and it seemed to shock you out of your daze. You squirmed.

“I have a date, Namjoon. Let me go.”

A date. He wondered who with. Hoseok? But he had said he was going to stay out of your business. Someone else already? How did you always manage to wrongfoot him like this? He took a small step backwards, ceding ground, but you didn’t move. You could have told him that immediately, battened down your hatches at his first hint of attack. You hadn’t.

You were just trying to run away. Because Namjoon finally had you exactly where he wanted you. Was it exactly where you wanted to be? Was he where you wanted him?

“I’m not holding you here. You can go if you want.”

His eyes pinned you to the wall and he felt the smallest flutter of doubt in his stomach while he waited for you to move, to leave. You didn’t.

“That’s what I thought.”

“What do you want?”

He almost laughed.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

He ground his hips against you and he had to bite back a groan. You turned your head and closed your eyes, a pink glow lighting up your cheeks. You had your bottom lip only just caught in your teeth and the sight of it, the sight of you, like that, as if you were shy, as if you could be coy, after everything you’d done... It made Namjoon want to laugh but it also made him want to ruin you. He wanted to ruin you and ruin all other men for you. He was pretty sure that was what you wanted, too. You had started this, after all.

“Don’t be coy, now; it’s not convincing,” he whispered to you. You gasped as he slipped his fingers past your underwear and pressed against your entrance. “Not when you’re this wet for me already.”

You whimpered as he pushed his fingers inside you and started moving them so slowly, curling against your front wall. The sound of you whimpering was better than he had imagined, all the sweeter that this time he was the one pulling it from you. It was a risky move, but one that had paid off in spades. He was right. He had been right all this time. You wanted this. You wanted him. But now he had to hear you say it. He wanted your whole surrender.

“Namjoon...”

A shiver ran up his spine. You’d never said his name like that before.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

And he thought you would say it, with the way your back was arching, pressing your body against his, the way your legs were starting to tremble and shake. He was getting you there and he knew it; he thought he had you.

“No.”

Shit.

Your defiance was even hotter than your submission, but he had to keep his head on straight. He couldn’t let you flip the script. This was his move. It was still his turn. He removed his fingers and stepped back with the most painfully-feigned shrug he had ever pulled off.

“Guess you’d better go on your date then.”

He adjusted his trousers and turned to leave. It was another risky move, but he was emboldened by the success of his last one and he was desperate to have you. Aim for the moon and all that bullshit. He felt you push against him and he had to suppress a grin as he turned around.

“What the fuck, Namjoon?”

“What?”

It was hard to act casual with a raging boner, but he was doing his best.

“What the fuck? You can’t just do that!”

You were angry. Genuinely angry. That was perfect. He’d fight you and then fuck you. You really were going to make every one of his fantasies come true.

“I told you to tell me what you want. Can’t very well do much of anything if you don’t.”

You didn’t have a smart comeback for that, just a feral growl and your hands on his chest again, trying to push, trying to shove, and getting nowhere. He had no idea you’d be this easy to wind up: there were so many buttons he was now dying to push. This was fun. He briefly chastised himself for not having done this sooner—but then again, maybe the pay-off wouldn’t have been quite this big.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

That was exactly the sort of thing he wanted to hear. He caught you by the wrists and could feel your pulse thudding hard and fast beneath his fingers.

“Oh, so she can be taught?” He grabbed your wrists and grinned triumphantly. “Was that so hard?”

You didn’t answer; you stared at him, doing absolutely nothing to hide either your annoyance or your desire. He could see it there, whether you wanted him to or not. Cat was out of the bag. He wondered what it would take to get you to cave, to get you to tell him, to say it. It would have been a lie if he’d said he wanted that more than he actually wanted to fuck you... but it was close.

He pulled you a little closer.

“If you say it, I’ll do it,” he whispered and he felt the shiver run through you. He meant what he said. He was enjoying the game, but he would get on his knees for you. Over and over and over again. You just had to ask.

You remained mute, so Namjoon did what he wanted. He wrapped one arm around you and brushed over your nipple with his other hand. He was so close to you now that his breath on your neck raised the hairs there and Namjoon felt drunk on you. He was going to have to keep himself in check: if you didn’t give in quickly (and he knew you wouldn’t), he had to make sure he was going to last. He was so hard, he hurt; he could feel the wet spot on his boxers, soaked through with pre-cum. If this didn’t end in sex, he thought he might well explode. He had never felt so tantalisingly close to what he wanted.

He hooked his fingers into your underwear and, when he pushed down, you didn’t stop him, didn’t even try. You stepped out of them and let him coax you backwards onto the bed. When he placed a knee on either side of you and leaned down, crawling over you, you just lay back and let him. He rested his hands beside your head and looked at you; he didn’t look down, didn’t scan the length of your body, finally, after all this time, naked in front of him. He had to keep his focus. He was playing chess now and he might have got his King out of check, but he wasn’t home free.

He looked at you and felt almost smug; he wondered if you knew just how transparent you could be. He knew you had secrets; there was plenty you were hiding. He could tell that, too, but often, when you really looked at him, he almost felt as if you wanted him to see through you. All the games you were playing, the way you were behaving suggested otherwise, but when you looked at him, he saw through it all. Just like now. He could see you.

“I don’t beg,” you said and Namjoon had to bite back a laugh. Maybe you didn’t. But you would.

“You will.”

He didn’t miss the little whimper that slipped out of your mouth as he reared back. He didn’t miss the intake of breath as he removed his shirt. And he certainly didn’t miss the dark, glazed look that came over you, the pout of your mouth, the pink of your tongue as it peeked out through your lips.

Your breath came accompanied by tiny moans, barely there little vocalised exhales when Namjoon finally put his mouth on you. Determined to make them louder, he spread your legs and pushed two fingers back inside you. The cry you let out made him shudder, his cock twitching, rock hard and throbbing in his pants. As he moved down your body, pressing his lips at every stop, you grabbed at his hair; you weren’t gentle, quite the contrary, as you tugged and pushed and tried to get his mouth where you wanted it. He was half-tempted to resist, but he was past the point of denying that he wanted this, so he gave you what you were asking for and sealed his lips around your clit.

You swore, you whined, you whimpered. Your back arched beneath him. You rolled your hips against his tongue. Your walls squeezed hard against his fingers. Your legs splayed and squirmed and shook. Namjoon’s grip on your thigh was tight, tighter than he thought it should be (though you didn’t seem to notice) but he needed to grip something, needed to hold on to something before he lost his head completely.

He wanted to show you what he could do, what he could do to you, what he could give to you. He was chasing that now, waiting not for you to beg, but for you to reward. And he was so close to getting it; he could feel you, he could hear you, he was just about to push you over the edge-

Then he remembered. He was making a move. FUCK.

He stopped. He retreated. He needed five seconds to get his head back together, to wipe your slick from around his mouth and blink back down to earth. That was close. He almost let you have it. Let you win.

“Namjoon,” you breathed. “Namjoon...”

He felt dizzy with arousal, half-crazed with want. He didn’t know how long you would hold out, if he would get to hear you say that you wanted him at all, but he couldn’t go one second longer with his dick still trapped in his boxers. He stood back and divested himself of all the clothing he had left on. His dick sprang free and Namjoon’s eyes went straight to your face. People always reacted. And you were no different.

“Oh...”

Your breath came out in a shaky exhale and you sat yourself up, biting your lip and reaching for it as if on instinct. Namjoon honestly couldn’t have asked for better. But then you wrapped your hand around him and flicked your eyes to his, looking at him through your lashes, somehow both obscene and innocent. Namjoon didn’t think he was capable of anything at that exact moment so he just let you do as you wished. He had to close his eyes when you put out your tongue and licked the precum from his tip. He had to clench his fists when you closed your lips around him. When you took him into your mouth and then into the warm, wet clutch of your throat, he thought he would pass out from trying not to come then and there.

You didn’t let up, not when tears streaked your face, not when drool dripped off your chin. Not until Namjoon groaned, unable to bite it back any longer. At that point, you pulled back, flicked your tongue on the underside of his head, sucked at his tip until he was pulling you back by the hair. He was sweating with the effort of not coming. He couldn’t let you do that to him; the victory of his cum in your mouth would have been pyrrhic somehow. It couldn’t happen that way. He had to get your mouth off him.

He pulled you upwards, his dick throbbing, dripping, twitching and waiting to get inside you. Namjoon prayed you wanted this as much as he did. He swore oaths of loyalty to any god that would bless him with you saying those words he wanted to hear. You had to give in now, surely? Surely you were as desperate for this as he was? Surely now you’d say it, you’d admit, you’d just let it be true that you wanted him to fuck you. Because god, he wanted nothing else, felt like he had never in his life wanted anything else but to fuck you into next week, to start fucking you and never stop.

Though, realistically, he would probably have to stop rather more quickly than he would’ve liked.

“On your back,” he demanded and you complied without a moment’s hesitation. See? You could do as you were told. You’d say it, he thought. You would now.

He leant forward, resting his weight on one hand, with his dick in the other. He held it at your entrance, still teasing, using every last ounce of strength to do it. You were writhing beneath him, trying to slither down, trying to manoeuvre yourself, trying to get closer, to draw him in. Namjoon was much stronger than you were. And he still had a point to prove.

“You want this?” he asked.

You shut your eyes and pressed your lips tight together to try to dampen the sound of your whimpering. You were so close, so close to saying it, Namjoon thought. He really thought you’d give in. You were just there.

And he was just there. The head of his dick was wet with your arousal; he could feel the heat of you; he could feel when you clenched your walls. He couldn’t believe you were still holding out. You must have had the strongest will-power of anyone alive. Or maybe you were just the most stubborn. He’d give you a taste. He’d give you just a taste of it. That had to break you. Or if it didn’t break you, it would him. He was learning: you were absolutely more competitive than he was and he was almost willing to lose this battle.

He pushed into you, just the tip. With every ounce and drop of strength in him, just the tip; then he held himself there as your back arched and your fists grabbed the bedsheets and you swore once, twice, and then a broken third time as he pulled out.

“Namjoon,” you whined, breathy and light; he grit his teeth together hard as a shiver ran down his spine at the sound. “Namjoon.”

Sure, ok, you were pleading now, but you weren’t saying what he wanted to hear. You were grabbing at him, nails digging into his skin; your eyes were pleading but your mouth remained resolutely silent.

He chuckled, though he was barely hanging on. He didn’t know how you were doing it. How you could look like that, sound like that, feel like that, and still not just give in to him. He didn’t have another fight in him. He wasn’t sure he had another second. He was going to have to reformulate. Find another strategy. Some other way to end this and win. It became clear that you weren’t up for surrender. Even though you closed your eyes to him, even though your body shivered under his touch. Incredible.

“You really are stubborn, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “I guess I can respect that.”

He admired it. He wished he could be that stubborn. He had underestimated you which had been foolish. But it was possible you’d underestimated him, too. Did you think that holding out on him would make him quit? That he’d just fuck you anyway? True, he was five short seconds from an aneurysm after the way he’d been trying to control himself, but there was more than one way to skin a cat.

He pumped himself slowly and then faster, his grip on your skin tightening as he pushed himself to, and then over, the edge. He came across your stomach with a sigh of satisfaction and an intoxicating sense of triumph. He knew he’d bottle it if he stayed any longer; he was already, in an instant, feeling his adrenaline drop, his muscles weaken and wobble. He just had to nail his exit. Then it would be done. He patted your thigh and shot you a grin that he hoped looked smug and not hysterical.

“See you next time.”

Then he stood, stepped into his trousers and left the room. He didn’t know if there would be a next time. Maybe you’d kill him for this. Maybe he’d deserve it.

With an empty head, he went to his studio and sat in his chair, shaking the mouse to wake the computer more out of habit than intention. He felt dazed. He felt electrified. He felt exhausted. He didn’t have time for much else before you banged into the room.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

If Namjoon hadn’t just come, he probably would have then. You were clearly furious, as you had every right to be, but you were naked and your hair was mussed and your eyes were wide and your breathing was heavy and you might have been small, but your presence was enormous.

“What?” he asked, sure that he should be thinking of something smart to say and trying to find the presence of mind to formulate it.

You were clearly doing the same as you just stared at him, mouth agape in disbelief. You threw something at him and he let it fall to the floor.

“How fucking dare you?”

You could barely choke out the words and Namjoon realised that, even though you still weren’t saying what he wanted, you weren’t not saying it. You had said and were saying it in so many different ways, carefully treading around the one way that he wanted you to say it. That felt nice. That felt like a victory, too. He had won, just not in the way he had expected to.

He stood and approached you, taking your face in his hands. Your fury was barely diminished by your surprise and it took Namjoon a second to tear himself away. He patted your cheek lightly.

“It’s like I said, one word is all it takes.”

He was aware of your eyes on him as he moved so he fiddled in the kitchen, looking in cupboards for a snack he didn’t want to eat and getting a glass of water he definitely did need to drink. You were still standing in the doorway to the studio when he’d finished and still standing when he sat back in his chair and still standing when he turned away from you. He turned back.

“Shut the door when you leave, would you?”

Now that he was still, now that you weren’t saying anything, the adrenaline was fading. He was clicking around in files, pressing buttons almost at random, unable to focus on anything but you standing in the doorway and pretending that he wasn’t hyperaware of you. He drank his glass of water and munched on a snack; he clicked and clicked and dragged and typed something for good measure.

Then you finally turned, stalked back to your bedroom, and slammed the door. Namjoon could hear you screaming into your pillow from two rooms away. He slumped back into his chair, suddenly wrecked with exhaustion. Exhausted but victorious. He had played your game and he had won this time.

Check.

Bonus Chapter 1 | Masterlist

#namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #namjoon smut #bts x reader #bts smut #namjoon fanfic #bts fanfic

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lunaaranala · 4 months

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i feel the need to list every fandom/ship i am or was ever interested in so here we are

persona 5, spefically i am very normal about shuake

genshin impact, the number of ships i like is ridiculs because of how many characters there are tho i do fixate on wanderer

wings of fire my childhood

harry potter fanfiction is my entire love for this series

keeper of the lost cities i loved it in the beginning but ever since nightfall(book 6), they haven't been really good in my opinion

ascendance of a bookworm the fanfictions are great

twisted wonderland i love fairy tale twists and adding in pretty boys is heaven, leona is my favorite

splatoon, haven't really been in since 3 released but agent 3/agent 8 is my favorite

mystic messenger some of the bad endings are seriously messed up

cinderella phenomenon, karma and waltz are my favorite li

dc specially the batfamily tho john constantine is also interesting

percy jackson and the varies riordan verse nico is the sweetest and deserves all the sunshine, fics where the pantheons meet are fun

hades fics where zagreus meets nico are interesting wish there were more

danny phantom, im in it for the crossovers

ensemble stars, a friend introduced me, not super invested but the music is nice, but dont talk to me about izumi sena i loathe him

omniscient reader another friend introduced me, and i love it and joongdok so much

the s classes that i raised mc with the chains guy is fun

who made me a princess luathy consumed my mind when i read this

i shall master this family very interesting

carmen sandiego gray/carmen

my hero academia most ships are open season exept ochaco/deku they just don't seem to have that chemistry, todosibling fluff is great tho

linked universe i mean it's amazing

voltron shenanigains are fun

avatar i prefer atla over alok

tales of arcadia douxie

the world ends with you joshneku all the way

this will probably be edited later to add thoughts or anything im forgetting

and not even a minute after i post this i add more

trolls i got weirdly into broppy a couple weeks ago

spiderverse dont really like marvel but the movie was cool love the changing artstyles and hobie

our life beginnings and always and maybe our life now and forever once that's completed

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gyuspeach · 10 months

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4:57pm

"Too loud, Honey." Gamer!Beomgyu's eyebrows raise, revealing his big doe eyes, peeling off one side of his headset to hear you.

"What was that, love?" he said in a hushed whisper. Quickly glancing back and forth from you and the violently illuminated screen in front of him.

"You're. Too. Loud," you enunciate, "I'm trying to study, remember." You force out a smile to hide you're annoyance; walking back to the place on his bed, sheets of homework and a book sprawl across it.

"Sorry, baby," he slides his headset back on.

You see. You didn't actually plan on studying here. You were in your dorm room when Beomgyu called you to hang out cause he missed you. You ofcourse protested as you had an exam coming up later in the week.

"Please, Baby," his whines ring out of the speaker on your phone as you try and scribble down the function of the amygdala. "I haven't seen you in three days, and I go home this weekend. I can't live that long without seeing you."

You can practically see the pout on his face, trying to appeal his case. You, on the other hand, are too invested in your notes that you didn't respond.

"Baby?"

"Hm?" You started, "sorry, I really need to study, Gyu."

"You can study at my place. I just need to be atleast with you," he pleads once again, "I miss you, pretty."

You sigh, giving in, "Alright, I'll be there in ten."

Beomgyu didn't plan on gaming tonight. But he hopped on when "the boys needed him". So now you're on his bed, jamming cognitive functions in your memory as Beomgyu screams to Heeseung to "GO TO THE RIGHT AND COVER ME- NOOOOOOO!"

That was your last straw. You're neck deep in homework from all your classes and have a midterm coming up, you walked ten minutes in the burning heat all the way to Beomgyu's apartment after he begged you to spend time with him. And now he's yelling at his screen for the past 15 minutes, and you doubt that the game will stop. All because he missed you.

"'Missed me' my ass," you sigh loudly and get up, gathering all your books and papers into your bookbag.

"Oh my God, guys. Did you see that?" He glances at you to find you packing your stuff. "Uh guys, hold on," he slides off his headset and gets up. "What are you doing, love?"

"Gyu, I'm stressed and I need to study," you sling your bad over your shoulder.

"Woah woah woah why do you have to leave?" He pouts, " just study here."

"You've been yelling for the past 15 minutes," you deadpan. "The only time your looked at me was when I got up to tell you to quiet down."

"I'm so sorry baby, I got-"

"I don't need your excuses, I just need to study," you interrupt and start your way toward the door, "I'll be at the campus library when you really do miss me." And slam the door behind you.

"Fuck," Beomgyu grabs his keys and puts on some decent pants. "Guys I gotta go," he speaks into the headset to hear protests on the other end before shutting down his PC. Grabbing his phone before running out the door to catch up to you.

A/N: idk how do this shit lmfao. My first thing I wrote 🙈. I got this idea after yelling at my brother to shut tf up when he plays his games in the fucking living room 😁. I hope yall like it 👉👈

#choi beomgyu #tomorrow x together #txt #beomgyu #moablr #heeseung #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #beomgyu angst #beomgyu fluff #idek what genre this is lol #tomorrow x together beomgyu #college!au #gamerbeomgyu #gamer!beomgyu #college #college!beomgyu

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justabiteofspite · 4 months

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Durgestarion Battle Couple HCs

Haven't seen too much of these, which given how much killing and bloodlust connects these two, I felt a need to rectify. These are for a more martial based Durge that can heal (Dual Wielding Swords Bard is my fave way to play Durge) but others can be applied to other builds. I also added a few HCs for a common Astarion multiclass into Ranger.

List has some NSFW and has a few Durge Dead Dove moments in it surrounding gore, arousal over murder, and corpse blood draining as a sign of affection.

Durge is invested in helping all the companions maximize their killing potential, but especially Astarion's given his shared passion for the subject. Durge purchases Astarion a beautiful magical bow after watching the elf do well with one, Astarion steals the money back from the trader as a thank you. It's the first gift he's been given in 200 years that wasn't a dead rat.

The first few fights they share they find their abilities and tendencies meld well together. Durge is more than willing to get into melee so Astarion can hit with sneak attack. After Durge learns Astarion is a vampire, they cover him so he can have a fairly peaceful feast on their enemies.

Speaking of which, Durge is very passionate about making sure Astarion is well fed because of how well he performs in battle when he is. Their own blood is often on offer but they also make sure Astarion gets his fill of enemies and whatever else is available. When they have time, Durge will collect corpses and hang them upside down and drain their blood into jars "for emergencies." Astarion loves to act annoyed by the effort.

Their two minds together turns the battlefield into a playground. They become so good at reading each other and the other's combat habits, that their banter during it consists of casual conversations about books and camp gossip. All while tossing each other items, skewering an enemy through the stomach so the other can finish it off with an arrow to the head and so on.

Both have definitely read that book a romanced Gale talks about in Act 2 about being horny post-combat. Given both have forms of bloodlust, both are positively bricked by the end of a long battle. Depending where they are in the relationship progression and the location they are in, sometimes this turns into the two going off for a 10 minute "investigation" into another room with both coming out having found nothing, heavily panting and with armor askew, covered somehow in even more blood.

Durge sees Astarion reading and re-reading Drizzt Do'Urden adventures and is the one to suggest he look into being a ranger like him. Take his skills skulking around Baldur's Gate for prey for Cazador and apply those to being more like his favorite hero. Shadowheart likes this idea because rangers having healing abilities, something that Astarion should learn because...

Astarion's zero healing abilities while coming from 200 years of being starved means he feels helpless when Durge gets seriously injured and feels a lot of guilt at how much he desires to feed on Durge while they are bleeding out. While he tries to be sweet and comforting to Durge, he's also fussy as hell, snapping at everyone else who comes within ten feet of the two, including Shadowheart and Halsin which leads to interpersonal problems Durge ends up having to smooth over. Astarion gaining some ability to stop blood flow and better help stabilize Durge gives him some much needed confidence and control.

Durge on the other hand is intimately familiar with bodies, pain tolerances, and limitations. Healing instead of killing feels like a sin against their nature, but gently healing someone they love makes them feel most like themselves. It's an act of defiance that makes them also feel more in control of themselves, as much as their Urges try to punish them for it.

#bg3 #astarion #durge #bg3 spoilers #dark urge #durgestarion #durge x astarion #bg3 the dark urge #durge meta #durge hc #tw gore #tw injury

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1ivinqdeadqir1 · 1 year

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Your writing is just *chefs kiss* it's so immersive and good!!! Anyway, can you do headcanons of Nacho x reader (Jo & Amber are out of the picture) who's a college/PhD student that works VERY late into the night because they have trouble stopping themselves from working?

"Just 10 more minutes" then it becomes 1 hour lol

And it's kinda unhealthy esp since they have to wake up for morning classes

Idk your rules or if you do headcanons, so if you don't, feel free to write a scenario instead!

Ignacio ‘Nacho’ Varga x Reader

Ignacio 'Nacho' Varga x PhD!student reader HCs Request:

A/N: this was so fun to write, I'm going to write a few fics for nacho whilst I have the muse for him, so please send some soft, angsty, or even smutty requests in via the inbox and I'll check them out!!

BEFORE THE STORM:

First off, Nacho finds it cool how you’re a PhD student. When you first met, he asked you a few questions about it

You thought it was pretty strange, you were only at Manuel Varga's store to have the interior of your car fixed up…

Though Ignacio was nice enough, and you had to admit very handsome

He admires your dedication, he thinks it’s amazing how you manage to put so much work into something (this is, of course, before you’re dating and before he finds out how excessive work is)

You probably start as friends to begin, though I can imagine he’d ask you out as soon as the time was right.

"Uh, when you’re free do you wanna go for a drink maybe?"

You were silent.

At first, he thought he’d screwed it, because of how quiet you were.

But he couldn’t have been more wrong.

"I’m sorry- I know it’s- I shouldn’t have asked-"

"Yes"

"Hm?"

"I’d love to go for a drink with you, Ignacio…"

A few months later, when you’re properly dating and an established couple, things begin to change.

you spend more time at his home, staying overnight to keep him company (and for sus reasons… obviously)

You usually watch movies, though recently you’ve been more and more invested in your work and it’s taking away from the time you have together

That was a concern for him at first, but you always reassured him and made sure to make it up one way or another

It was all fine until it started affecting your health.

Recently, you've been sleeping a maximum of 3 hours.

You’d go to bed at 3 am and wake up at 6 to prepare yourself for your classes

He’d grown more uneasy, noticing how you began to dissociate yourself and fall asleep wherever you could.

He’d one time caught you in the bath half asleep, so he quickly helped you out and lay you in bed- only to then find you awake at your computer with a cup of coffee 45 minutes later

Now, we are at the present day...

He comes home, tired after another long and exhausting day. He feels like he’s going to pass out, but he doesn’t

He walks into the small office you’d both set up, it wasn’t anything fancy, just something quaint that’d make it easier to revise

Nacho sometimes regretted giving you the office, maybe then you’d sleep more

He finds you at the desk, hunched over a book and taking notes

You were so absorbed in your work that you hadn’t even heard him enter

“Baby, it’s 4 am”

You’d turn and look at him, unsure of what to say- it probably takes you a minute to fully comprehend what he’d just said

“Yeah, I know… I’ll be in bed soon, just another hour, okay?”

He’d hum, frown and walk over to hug you from behind your chair, pressing a few sweet kisses to your collarbone and the top of your head.

“I’m serious, you haven't slept properly in days, mija… “

You’d always deny it, but he was right. It was ironic how you’d be training for a doctorate and have your boyfriend school you on when to sleep

“I know… but I promise I won’t be long- look I’ll even set alarm”

He’d say goodnight, run his hands through your hair and then go straight to bed

At about 6 am he hears an alarm

he’s a bit freaked out at first,

Though calms down when he finally recognises where it’s coming from

He’d walk into the small office and find you lying atop the expensive wooden desk with your arms folded.

He’d turn off the alarm and pick you up

He’d then tuck you into your bed, lingering for a moment, his fingers brushing your hair from your face. He loved the feeling of your warmth

He loved to watch as your chest rose and fell at intakes of breath.

Anything human served as a reminder that this was real and he wasn’t living out some elaborate fantasy

After turning off all the electronics in the converted office area, he’d head back to bed and crawl beside you

You who are now fast asleep

IDC what you say nacho is the best cuddler going.

A FEW HOURS LATER…

you wake up at about 12 pm

At first, you're worried that you’ll miss a class- but then you remember your lecture was cancelled for today, and you breathe for a minute

Nacho is asleep beside you, an arm draped loosely over your body. You smile and shuffle closer to him,

You trace the pad of your finger slowly from the bridge of his nose to the tip a few times

He’d always found that soothing

After about five minutes he slowly wakes up, opening his eyes to meet yours

You smile and press a kiss to his lips

“Buenas Dias, sleepy” he’d say, as you yawn into your hand and nuzzle into the crook of his neck

“Good morning to you, too”

You’d get up to move, but he’d hold you down and pull you closer by your waist

“Stay for a while longer baby… you’ve been working too hard you’re going to make yourself sick”

You’d just sigh and press your lips to his cheek

“I told you I’m fine Ignacio, honestly… you don’t have to worry”

“You’ve been sleeping less, eating less because of it- you’re the smartest person I know, y/n”

You’d just stare at him with your bright eyes, and he’d sigh similarly to how you had earlier

“What I’m trying to say is I love you, but you need to know that you’re overworking yourself, you don’t need to overwork yourself the way that you do”

You’d just hum, eyes already becoming heavy just from talking, he probably is right

“Alright… I’ll take it easy.. for you”

“not just for me, for you, okay?”

You nod, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You place your hands on his chest and kiss him quickly

He tries not to smile like a lovesick idiot but he does

“Now go back to sleep, we can order takeout later if you want- watch that movie you’ve been wanting to see”

“Alright… Goodnight nacho”

“Sleep tight, kiddo”

A/N: I'd die for him.

#nacho varga x reader #ignacio 'nacho' varga x reader #ignacio varga #bcs x reader #ignacio 'nacho' varga headcanons #nacho varga x reader headcanons #nacho x reader

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vladdyissues · 5 months

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Hi, it’s me, the asker who was so curious about Danny at school ✨

I got three things to say, silly thing first, 1. I’m so curious about what Danny’s diet is gonna be. I was rereading that chapter, and if Vlad has to eat meat to stoke the flames, does that mean Danny has to go vegetarian? That would be so fucking funny, I’m ngl 😂 but also sad, bc then he’d be thinking about Sam all the time 🥺 anyways, I’m just interested to see what you do with it 👀

2. You got me thinking about enemies to lovers, hardcore. And I realized, when I enjoy that kind of ship, I’m not here to see them become all lovey-dovey and domestic. I’m here to see the pain, and the toxicity, and the deep codependency of it all. The ‘I hate you, but I can’t leave you’, and the ‘you might kill me one day, and I embrace that.’ If you’ve watched Hannibal, you know exactly what I mean 😂 For Vlad and Danny, I don’t really give a fuck if it’s pompep or badgercereal, i just want angst and codependency 😈 I think that’s part of what I like about your story so much, is that it’s toeing the line between the two relationships. Halfway parental, and halfway toxic/romantic love.

3. You’ve fucking ruined me for other fanfiction rn 😭😂 I can’t read anything else for more than five minutes 🥲 Partially bc I’m so invested in the story, but also bc your writing style IS SO FUCKING GOOD. YOU SHOULD BE WRITING ACTUAL BOOKS, LIKE WTF. Anywayyysss, I’ll just curl up into a little ball of boredom on the floor till you update again 😂💕

Sending much looooove, 😘 I hope the brain to fanfic pipeline is working out for you 🤌

Hello and holy shit! What an ego-bloating kind and generous ask this is! Let me jump right in:

1. I don't want to spoil the plot too much, but Danny's diet is going to be key in unraveling a very important part of Vlad's enigma, and I cannot wait to get to that point. I've been sprinkling crumbs of information throughout the story thus far, laying down a foundation upon which to build this Big Thing, and the next chapter (14) will—or should, anyway—finally begin to deliver on it.

2. My friend, you've just given me an epiphany: it's not so much Enemies to Lovers that we adore, I suspect, as it is Enemies and Lovers. That's exactly the tag I'd use to describe Hannigram, and it's such a different and exciting dynamic. I've never quite—well, scratch that—okay, I've never written Enemies and Lovers in such depth as I am with Familiar. There's something darkly satisfying about letting lovers remain ugly; the notion that deep, abiding affection can exist in tandem with fear and disgust; that even monsters—in the very act of being monstrous, or perhaps because they are monstrous and not in spite of their monstrosity—are capable of loving and being loved.

3. Frhgahrglahrglahg I'm going to print and frame this one and hang it on my wall for days when I feel utterly inept. I've been writing fanfiction for a while now, and I've written volumes of silly, embarrassing, poorly-executed tripe, so if I haven't at least gotten a little bit good at what I'm doing, I doubt I ever will 😆 That said, I'm putting a lot of effort into Familiar, I mean pulling out every stop and employing every nut and bolt in my mental toolbox to craft a good story (and reading. Always reading), partly as a challenge to myself and partly out of sheer love for this great ship and its fandom. Everyone here is so nice and welcoming and awesome. I only hope my tiny contribution continues to entertain.

Speaking of which, the wait for this next chapter shouldn't be long. The feedback I've been receiving is phenomenal, and it's definitely helped to fuel me along when my mania wavers. I'm incredibly grateful to you and everyone reading enjoying this story. Thank you thank you ♥

#asks #writing #enemies to lovers #enemies AND lovers #super nice people #meta #fic: familiar #pompous pep #hannibal

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leverage-ot3 · 4 months

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I was tagged by my buddy and old siren (freeform) mutual @imaginejolls for this ask game!

Star Sign(s): Sagittarius sun, Aquarius moon, Capricorn rising

Favorite Holidays: halloween :3

Last Meal: my mom's cajun beef stew with rice pilaf and a roll

Current Favorite Musician: I've been listening to a lot of noah kahan recently (vermont represent), but I also adore hozier, gracie abrams, lizzie mcalpine, phoebe bridgers, etc. I've never been the same since I was told my taste in music was yallternative. I also love lil nas x and found a new musician through tiktok that goes by brye that is really good

Last Music Listened To: the playlist I listen to the most, especially for sleep: immaculate fall vibes (technically the name of the playlist is just a bunch of the artists featured in it but the description is immaculate fall vibes). my most recent song was save me by noah kahan

Last Movie Watched: this is so embarrasing but I watched the meg with my dad yesterday lmao. I have a weakness for stupid monster movies (we used to watch the shittiest syfy movies together when I was in hs. the shittier the better). I thought he'd like it because jason statham but he was meh about it

Last TV Show Watched: last one I was invested in was the new episode of percy jackson, but I did watch a little bit of that polish show high water on netflix the other day which seemed interesting

Last Book/Fic Finished: god I actually haven't been reading fic for a hot minute which is really surprising. probably my reread of of the northmost winds and skies by @jjackfrost. wasn't in the crossover fandom until earlier this year but actually adore that pairing. this is now my comfort longfic (+400k). it's so good, I read it and I wasn't even in the fandom at the time and it was amazing!!! all the characters are written so well, the voices and pov are great, the worldbuilding and storyling is amazing! I've gushed in the comments before but ugh I love it so so much. inject this into my mf veins

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: I don't really abandon fics, I just wait for them to get updated again. as for books, I really tried to get into loveless by alice oseman because aroace rep but I couldn't really get into it :/

Currently Reading: nothing at the moment (not going to list all the fics I'm waiting for updates for because I can't remember them all and the ones I can remember would take up like multiple pages lol)

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: ooo this is hard. technically speaking I've been hyperfixated on playing animal crossing so the most recent thing I looked up for that was what treasure islands were lmao

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: oooo I'm not sure actually? I really love having mutuals even if we don't talk. I also really enjoy when people engage with my posts and appreciate my tags and aus. I like sharing my thoughts and ideas with you guys and it's so heartwarming and validating when y'all enjoy it right back

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: I agree with jolly, I miss siren dearly. can they just do a leverage in like five years and retcon the last season? thanks

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: probably some of the kdramas I've watched. I adored the guest on netflix but there's no fandom. I really REALLY wanted some fix-it fics for the ending of my name but there weren't any because the fandom was too small :(

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: so many things that I jump between (the adhd of it all lmao). I really would like to make a leverage ot3: are they queer video essay and I have some stuff typed up BUT I work in the healthcare field and I'm really hesitant of putting myself on video because when you work in this field it can be weird if clients or employers find your channel. so that's technically on hold for privacy reasons rn. I also really want to learn how to sew and make clothes and my roommate has even offered to help (they used to do competitive cosplay) but I'm just very unmotivated. I want to get back into witchy things but don't have the mental energy to invest in that other than appreciating my stones

tagging 10 moots but anyone can play!!!: @leverageclips @all-things-breathing @digitaldiscipline @peachyteabuck @vampirewalterskinner @buzzmcnab @sidras-tak @my-beloved-lakes @kajaono @suddenrundown

#imaginejolls #ask games #jackie talks #about me #mine #not leverage #jjackfrost if you're seeing this ily #sorry if this is a little long I suffer from I Can't Shut Up Disease

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hotwaterandmilk · 11 months

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Very high pain day. Really wish I had enough money to invest in a rollator or at least the time/money to get someone to help me with an NDIS application as standing for more than a couple of minutes at a time is agony.

ANYWAY! While I'm in a cocoon of pain, here's my current book rec:

From Yen Press:

Nagi Yoroizuka, a twenty-seven-year old systems engineer at a software development company, is facing down her thirties with no sign of romance. She works hard at her job, but things never seem to go right. Then, when a series of mishaps leaves her at her lowest point yet, a childhood friend reappears to offer her a hand. Not only is this genius engineer warm hearted and good looking, but he also gets along great with her! There’s just one problem: She’s only ever seen him as a friend, while he’s been hiding his feelings for her their whole lives. But even if she’s willing to give him a chance, will trauma from her past prove too much to overcome?

I'm currently reading the digital version and it's quite enjoyable, the translation flows nicely and Nagi's POV helps draw you in. Her work situations feel extremely relatable and Keigo's attempts to get closer to her are quite endearing.

This novel is very much set in the "real world" and as such there are no easy solutions or quick solves for the leads (at least where I'm up to, I haven't finished it yet), rather they're slowly figuring things out in a frustrating yet sympathetic way.

There aren't a lot of novels in this vein being brought over by the usual English-language light novel localisers. Most novels that get picked up have some fantastic element because they're trying to appeal to the same broad audience they tend to target with their manga releases.

However, with isekai romances going gangbusters for publishers like Seven Seas and Coss Infinite World, here's hoping we get to see a few more of these dramatic romances with adult leads getting a translation abroad. Goodness knows Japan has a metric shitton of novels in this vein that would fit nicely on the shelves of the average shoujo or josei manga enjoyer.

If these types of stories interest you, I recommend checking out How to Win Her Heart on the Nth Try.

#personal #novel recommendation #novel rec #i'm full of painkillers #sorry if this doesn't make a lot of sense #book is solid though

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drivinmeinsane · 7 months

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Hi! Just super curious about what are your top three favorite Ryan Gosling movies and why?

Firstly, thank you for the question!!! You had me fighting for my life trying to decide, but I think I've narrowed it down to these three in order of favoritism based on what I have watched. There's still a (very) small handful of movies with Ryan Gosling that I haven't seen.

When it comes to picking a favorite movie, the characters and the themes/overarching motifs are what speak to me. So these picks are based on vibes, not anything technical... if that makes any sense?

1. Drive

This is my favorite movie even outside of the Ryan Gosling qualifier. I was hooked from the minute I heard Driver's opening dialogue. Driver's swinging between violence and tenderness? The futile destruction of everything to keep a found family dynamic intact because he needs it so badly? The intensity of Driver himself? The way he's largely silent, but there's so much to be read in the absence of words? I'm feral for it all.

The threads from some scenes connecting to others in unexpected ways was phenomenal (the no good sharks scene tying into the car chase with Nino gets me every time). I loved the setting, the characters, the lighting, the soundtrack... just all of it. 10/10. I could write entire essays on this movie.

2. Blade Runner 2049

I found the character of K to be so compelling. His devastating exploration of what it means to be a human being, to be important in a way that he feels matters... it's heartbreaking. I was also drawn to the relationship he had with Joi. It was a bittersweet insight to K's mind and his desire to be wanted, loved.

It's a movie that has stuck with me ever since I first watched it. There's numerous scenes and lines that have taken up residency in my thoughts. The performance that Gosling gave was truly incredible. He breathed so much life into a character that, by all rights, should have been a soulless, stoic machine. As with Drive, I could go on and on about this movie.

3. The Gray Man

This is a movie I don't mind watching again and again (It's turned into a bit of a comfort movie, I'm afraid). I absolutely loved the character of Courtland Gentry/Sierra Six. He stands out in a sea of misogynistic, arrogant "macho men" that tend to populate movies of this genre. He's resilient, he's personable, and, most importantly, he's kind. Despite his line of work, there's this massive capacity for care that we see throughout the movie. It doesn't make his life any easier (we see it negatively affect him time and time again), but he doesn't lose that aspect of himself regardless of the outcome. That's the kind of thing that makes me root for a character and actually get invested in their story.

I also really enjoyed his dynamic with Claire and Fitzroy. I'm always a sucker for found family and grouchy, fictional men metaphorically adopting kids.

It was so difficult not to put Barbie or Stay on this list.

I adore the Barbie movie so much, but it didn't feel right to put it on a Gosling-centric list because it's at least as much a Margot Robbie movie as it's a Ryan Gosling movie. Ken is such a great character and I think Gosling went above and beyond and put his whole heart into the performance. It's a ten in my books for sure, so just because it's not one of these three, that doesn't mean I forgot about it or didn't like it!

Stay very nearly unseated The Gray Man for the third position. I love the character of Henry Letham. I also love dang near everything about the movie. It's just a hard watch for me, too personal in a way that makes it difficult to have the same rewatchability as its competitor.

#ryan gosling #drive 2011 #blade runner 2049 #the gray man #yikes #I didn't mean for this to be such a long response #i got carried away 😔#🐝#from you

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kolbisneat · 5 months

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MONTHLY MEDIA: November 2023

Ooooooh it's getting cold and snowy out here in Ontario! Perfect weather to stay in, curl up, and read/watch/play something.

……….FILM……….

Bottoms (2023) The heightened reality could've been made apparent a little sooner but other than that, no notes. Weird and fun in a way I haven't seen in a while. Big fan.

How The West Was Fun (1994) It took me about 1 hour and 10 minutes to get into this but it finishes strong. And so many great jackets! Ugh I love a good belt buckle.

……….TELEVISION……….

The Crown (Episode 6.01 to 6.02) Okay this is my first dip into the series but having lived (just barely) through a lot of this, I feel like I got caught up fairly quickly. Really feels like the focus is on Diana instead of the Queen, yeah?

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (Episode 1.01 to 1.06) Not what I was expecting and really refreshing for it! The animation varies wildly from episode to episode and I assume it's intentional buuuut sometimes it doesn't quite work for me. If I finish it and enjoy it enough to warrant a rewatch, I'll definitely try it with the Japanese dub.

……….YOUTUBE……….

Mosa Lina by Caleb Gamman This looks like a fun game and, more importantly, the video is a thoughtful divergence into the topic of "genre". Gonna be thinking about the ideas in here for a while. VIDEO

This Woman Deconstructs 100-Year-Old Books To Restore Them | Obsessed | WIRED by WIRED I could watch book restoration all day and I hope this becomes an ongoing series or she starts her own channel. VIDEO

7 Deadly Art Sins by CJ the X Vital watching for any creative type. Don't compare yourself to others (different from learning from others), don't hesitate starting that project you have in mind, and don't be afraid to create stuff you don't like cause it's an opportunity to reflect and grow and move towards making something you do like. Also promise me you won't call it content. VIDEO

Chicago Doesn’t Own Its Own Streets | Climate Town by Climate Town If you ever hear a city councilor mention selling public infrastructure to a private company, send them this link or vote them out. VIDEO

……….READING……….

A Few Fiends To Tea by Virginia Coffman (Complete) Picked this up secondhand for the cover (obviously) and the promise of a dying man using his remaining time to enact some vigilante justice on serial killers. Pulpy fun, right? Well it mostly reads like a mid century romance with a few interesting exchanges peppered throughout. Oh well.

Silver Surfer by Slott & Allred Omnibus by Dan Slott and Michael Allred (Complete) This is what comics can be. Funny, sad, silly, and sincere, all while telling superhero stories that don't exclusively rely on punching to solve conflict. This reads like the best of Doctor Who and I love it all the more.

Delicious in Dungeon Volume 1 by Ryoko Kui (Complete) It seeeeeeeeems like the series is wrapping up so while I wait for the final volume's release I figured I'd start a reread. Knowing where it's going it's fun to see how established the setting and characters are right out of the gate. Just so great and I can't recommend it enough.

……….AUDIO……….

Wag the Doug (Podcast) This is for a very specific audience (folks living in Ontario, Canada that are invested in provincial politics) but if you're a part of that demographic then it's a great way to loosely keep up with what's going on.

……….GAMING……….

Oz: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) The Mof1 Crew is infiltrating a funeral where they know Princess Ozma will be attending. I think their plan is still stuff from the coat check but maybe they'll change course along the way. Never know what I'm going to get with this crew.

Wonderland: A Fantasy Role-Playing Setting (Andrews McMeel Publishing) Got to run this quite a bit this month and testing is going well! Similar tone but very different sort of play from Oz and Neverland and I feel like that's a good thing.

And that’s it. See you in December!

#Monthly Media #Kolbisneat #Andrew Kolb

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tokidokitokyo · 6 months

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2023年10月31日

Well, it's *checks calendar* November already, and I haven't done a study update since August, but I am still here studying away, despite life throwing a lot of obstacles in my way. Autumn has come and that means cosy time and increased motivation to study. It also means the JLPT is on its way (although I am not taking it) so I hope the motivation is there for all of you who are going to take it!

もう11月になって、今回も勉強のアップデートはちょっと遅れてすみません。大変忙しくてもまだまだ勉強が進んでいます。秋になって、おうちの中で勉強したくなりましたね。自分の勉強のモチベーションもたっぷりあふれています。秋は日本語能力試験の勉強の季節ですよね。自分は試験を受けないのに、受けるつもり皆さん頑張ってください！応援しています！

Study Methods I Used in September & October

September and October were a bit c r a z y for me so my primary form of Japanese study was conversation and media (TV/movies), thus, the study area which I focused most on was Listening (33%). I did a lot of speaking too, speaking with my husband and son, but also with ママ友 (mom friends). Podcasts again made up a lot of my listening hours, including Let's Talk in Japanese and 日本語の会話のpodcast -ことのは-. I also managed to keep going strong with Vocabulary and Kanji, mostly in researching posts for this blog.

Writing was only really done in messages to ママ友 (mom friends) and so that suffered quite a bit. I also neglected Grammar, which puts me back in a little in terms of where I wanted to be by the end of the year. I had very little time for Reading which is very sad for me, but I was too overloaded so I had to cut back somewhere.

My 2023 Goals Progress

I laid out some broad goals for my Japanese study in my 2023 Japanese Language Goals post, so here is an update with my progress towards these goals.

1. Read one page a day of 日本の歴史366 (にほんのれきし366) everyday in 2023.

How is it going? Terrible! It's been very difficult to keep up with this. And once you miss an entry, you feel like you can't continue on until you've read the entries you've missed. Which accumulate. And on and on. This is definitely an endeavour for someone who has a lot more time. So, my current strategy is to read the entry of the day as often as possible. Which is not often for me! Current Goal: Read as many entries as possible by the end of the year and try again next year!

2. Finish 日本語総まとめ N3 (にほんごそうまとめ N3) workbooks.

How is it going? Not great! I had planned to do more of these workbooks in September and October, but due to unforeseen circumstances I really haven't gotten to them. I had hoped to be done by now, but at least I am on the sixth week of the exercises (there are 4 books). I think I can still finish up the workbooks by the end of the year, so that gives me hope.

3. Review and learn the first 6 levels of the 常用漢字 (じょうようかんじ), specifically the 教育漢字 (きょういくかんじ) up to grade 6.

How is it going? Terrible! I have been focusing on learning new kanji along with vocabulary rather than reviewing 常用漢字. Current Goal: Review through at least Grade 4 by the end of the year.

4. Read at least one book every two months.

How is it going? Terrible! I still haven't had the time (nor the motivation) to pick back up the books I stopped in March, and I'm trying to be okay with that ^^; Books are a big commitment, and I have to prioritize my study materials, so unfortunately books tend to be the first thing I drop. I don't think I will end up accomplishing this goal, and that's ok. I will try again when things settle down.

5. Improve my speaking and writing by finding a tutor.

How is it going? Terrible! I think at this point I am not able to invest the time and money in a tutor, even an iTalki tutor. I think that trying to write sentences and get them corrected is the best I can hope for. And at least I have ママ友 (mom friends) to help with my speaking. I'm going to drop this goal for now, and that's all I can do!

6. Study Japanese for at least 10 minutes every day.

How is it going? Good! Making Japanese a part of my daily life has helped me to push through the hard times and keep up my language practice.

I cannot emphasize enough that the most important thing about learning a language is to keep going. Even if all you have time for is 10 minutes per day, just being continuous will help you improve, even just a little bit. You will start to remember the things you read or listen to or practice, and little by little you will understand more.

Of course, if you don't have a strong foundation or a lot of time to study it can be very frustrating, and difficult to really start to grasp things in only 10 minutes a day. And I've watched a lot of people give up because they didn't have time to focus on Japanese, or a class to help them get the basics, or others to communicate with about Japanese. But I've seen other people who have persevered through a lot of ups and downs and have been able to successfully attain their language goals.

I've also gone through a year at a time where I didn't actively study Japanese, and I still was able to retain my understanding at essentially the same level (although there were some things I forgot, and still forget lol). So you can take breaks and come back to Japanese, and it will still be here waiting for you. Which is really the lovely thing about Japanese and other languages. So don't be too hard on yourself, and I hope that you find 10 minutes to study today. Remember that watching anime totally counts as studying!

Going Forward in November

To be honest, I've felt pretty disappointed with what feels like a lack of progress in my Japanese studies this year. I still feel optimistic, however, about the last two months of the year. I hope to be able to finish up my N3 workbooks and to review kanji and grammar, as well as try to write more often. Let's see how that goes ^.^

Focus on Grade 4 of 教育漢字

Write in Japanese on HelloTalk

Read 日本の歴史366 as continuously as possible

Review N3 Grammar

Finish 総まとめ N3 workbooks

For those of you taking the JLPT, I wish you the best in your studies!

日本語能力試験を受けるみんなを応援しています！

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